16. Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Liam

" I 'm glad you were able to make it." Capri smiles at me and I give her a nod before walking in. I glance around the room, and there are a few people here for family night, but I'm glad it isn't crowded because I don't want to socialize. My body is killing me from my game, and I'm surprised I even made it here on time, so no, I don't want to socialize with these families; I'm only here for mine.

I'm also running on almost no sleep because of my early game, and I could never sleep on plane rides. All the back-and-forth traveling between LA and New York is also catching up to me.

Since we lived in Cali before my mom got sick, I decided to keep her here; this is a really good place for her. Instead of being a typical nursing home, it's just a big house with three other residents and their personal nurses, chefs, and everything else they need.

It feels homier and it's the closest thing to a home I could give my mom since I travel a lot for games, and while I could buy a house for just my mom and Capri, since she's her nurse, my mom needs to socialize and at least here, with all the nurses, and volunteers who come to spend time with them, it's good for her here.

"Just a heads up," Capri catches up to me. "She's having a really bad day."

I glance over at my mom, and she's looking out that same window. When I make my way over to her, I don't say anything at first, but she looks over at me, and it's like she's seen a ghost.

"Mom?"

" Leave ." Before I can even say anything, she stands from her seat and takes a sharp step towards me. "Do you seriously think I want to see you after what you did, Eli?"

I swear my heart stops at the sound of my father's name. I don't know how long I stand there, but her eyes cut into me so fucking deep it hurts to breathe.

"Aria, this is Liam, your son ." Carpi takes hold of her hand, and I wait for her to realize her mistake, but she doesn't, and I don't think I've ever felt this… hopeless before.

"Leave before I kill you."

"Okay!"

I'm still stuck there as Capri tries to de-escalate.

"We don't say those things. Let's go to your room for a little while to cool down, and when we come back, you can apologize to Liam."

My mom opens her mouth, but Capri cuts her off before her words cut me again. "We're leaving now." She pulls her away, and I keep my eyes on them as they walk off.

Capri looks over her shoulder with an apologetic look, but I walk off before they can come back out.

I'm nearing my bike when I hear my name, but I don't stop.

"Liam, please wait!"

I swing a leg over my bike before starting it. Capri steps in my way and rests her hand on my helmet before I slip it on.

My eyes meet hers, and she looks at me so damn sympathetically. "Liam–"

"Capri." I shut my eyes and try not to yell because I know she's trying to help, but she needs to leave me alone. "I just got off a six-hour plane ride after a long ass game, and we fucking lost anyway. I'm tired. I'm in pain and-"

When my voice cracks, my head snaps over at her. " Move ." I struggle to keep my voice low, but I do. She takes a step back without another word. I slip on my helmet and keep my eyes away from her before speeding off.

I grip the handles so hard, my hands hurt, but I won't stop shaking, and these stupid fucking breathing exercises aren't working. My anger only heightens with every breath I take, making me speed between every car in my way.

When I get to my penthouse, I head straight for the gym and take out my anger on the punching bag. I'm not sure how long I'm in there, but I didn't put on my gloves or wrap my hands, so they're bleeding by the time I notice, but I also feel better, so I stay for another hour.

By the time I shower and climb into bed, I'm so beat I could sleep for days. Just as I close my eyes, my phone lights up with a message. I don't pick it up, but then it dings again, and I let out an annoyed breath before grabbing it.

Sage

Heyy

Are you in the city?

Yes.

Wanna hang out?

Hang out or fuck?

What did I tell you about saying that, Liam Leslie?

Have sex*

Thank you.

And both…

Tmrw.

I turn my phone off and turn in my bed, but then my eyes land on the gift I got for my mom. I stare at it for a few seconds, but the picture of us and my little sister facing me suddenly makes it hard to breathe, so I roll out of bed.

Omw*

"You look tired." Sage tilts her head to the side as she studies me.

"I am."

She opens the door wider for me and I notice her eyes drop down to my hands. "What happened?"

She reaches for my bandages, but I pull my hand away and mumble, "Punching bag."

I walk further in, and she doesn't question me as I fall onto her couch. I keep my eyes on her as she makes her way over to me, but before she can sit next to me, I pull her onto my lap.

A smile spreads across her face as she wraps her arms around my neck. "Why do you always make me sit on your lap?"

I shrug softly before pulling her shirt off. "I like the way your ass feels on my dick." I toss her shirt aside, and my lips land on her chest as I work her bra off.

"God, you are so vulgar!" She laughs softly, and I throw her bra aside next. I look up at her before taking one of her nipples between my teeth. She's suddenly quiet, and it fascinates me how shy she gets when I have her like this.

"How was your day?" I suck on one of her nipples as I rub her other boob, and she lets out a soft sigh.

"Good."

"What'd you do?" I slip a hand into her pants, and she sucks in a deep breath.

"Um…"

I watch her bite her lip as I work my fingers in her.

"Hmm."

"What'd you do today?" I kiss my way along her neck as she moves her hips against me.

"Work."

"What kind of work?" I add another finger, and she tilts her head back with a pretty moan. I let my eyes fall shut as she moans my name in my ear. My lips land on hers, and I kiss her softly as I make her come over my hand.

She's working my pants off before she can catch her breath, but I don't hesitate to help her take her pants off, too.

"You're staying on top." Not only because I lack the energy but also because I like her like this.

"Mhm." Her lips are on mine again as she rubs her hand along my length. My lips part for her tongue, and I slip a condom on before she slides down on me, and I swallow every sound she makes.

Her hands are in my hair, and my hand comes around her throat as I kiss her harder. I bring my other hand to her waist as I guide her to move the way I want her to. My head falls onto the couch, and when a soft moan escapes past my lips, I feel her pull away.

"That was hot."

I look up at her to find her already watching me. "Harder, Sage."

She does, and our eyes lock as she clearly struggles to hold it together.

"Are you going to finish again so soon?"

"No!" She's a horrible liar, and I bite back a smile when she slows down.

"Faster, Sage."

A whimper passes her lips, and she picks her pace but barely. "You okay?" I tease.

"Mhm."

"Use your words."

She moans in response, and when her leg shakes, I flip us over. "You're a two-pump chump." I pound into her harder and faster, and when she finishes, I don't stop.

"I am not !" She pushes my chest, but I barely move and smile into the crease of her neck at how defensive she sounds.

"You didn't even last ten minutes, beloved." I bring my hand to her clit, and she moans so loud, I feel myself smirking against her lips. "And you're going to come a third time."

"Shut. Up."

"You must've really missed me."

She shoves me harder this time, and when I look at her, she looks so embarrassed.

"It's only been a week."

She sends me a warning look I could never take as a true warning. "Liam–"

"Did you miss me, Sage?" I rub her clit softly as I leave a trail of kisses from her cheek to her ear. "Don't make me repeat myself."

"I did."

"You did what?"

"I missed you." Her voice is just above a whisper, and my lips land on hers as I finish. We both catch our breaths for a few minutes before I feel her kissing my neck ever so softly.

"Are you still tired?"

"Exhausted." I take in another few breaths, but when I pull out of her and feel how wet she still is, I force myself not to collapse. "But you want to go again." I pull away to look at her, and she nods shyly.

"Say it."

She avoids my eyes, and I officially get off on seeing her struggle under me.

"Can we–"

"Speak up."

Her eyes snap to mine, and she takes a deep breath. "Can we do it again?"

"Do what again?"

Her brows furrow, and her nose scrunches with the rest of her face. I kiss her nose and then her lips. "Say it."

"You know what I mean."

I pull away and put my hands up in mock surrender. "I don't know anything. "

She pauses for a second but then tilts her head back. She laughs when she realizes I'm mimicking her again. I pull her back on top of me and watch her for a few seconds.

"What?" She looks between my eyes, and I shake my head before kissing her dimple.

"You're just so pretty."

Her smile widens, and I kiss her cheek again before standing with her.

"We can fuck again since you want to so bad."

She looks like she's about to tell me not to say fuck like that, so I shut her up with a kiss and lead us into her room. I've never been this far into her apartment, but I don't bother looking around. I lay her on her bed and slip off the used condom, dumping it into the trash by her bed. Rather than climbing on top of her, I pull her leg to bring her closer and kiss my way between her legs.

She's dripping, and I've barely been at it a minute, but I keep both hands on her legs as I fuck her with my tongue. She rocks her hips back and forth a few times, but I take my time, and when she starts whimpering my name, I glance up at her. I know what she wants, but I make her work for it.

I climb on top of her, and when she lets out an unsatisfied sigh, I pull away to look at her. "I know you didn't finish."

She looks confused at first, but I turn us over so she's on top again.

"Prove you can last long."

She realizes what I'm doing and looks offended. "That's not fair, I'm–"

"Trust me, I'm just as close as you are."

She looks down at my cock, and I watch her chest rise and fall faster. She doesn't say anything, but when she reaches over to her nightstand for a condom, she looks determined to prove she isn't a two-pump chump. I know she isn't going to last long, but I'm interested in seeing how long she can last.

She slides onto me hard, and her lips find mine as she fucks me perfectly. When she takes my bottom lip between her teeth, I let out a loud moan. I have no clue where this side of her has been, but I don't complain or stop her.

Her rhythm doesn't falter, and when I feel a tightness form in my stomach, I quickly remember this is a competition and I'm fucking losing. I bring my hand between us, and when I give her clit a soft stroke, she lets out a moan for me.

"That– that's cheating."

"We didn't set any rules, beloved." I flip us over, but she immediately turns us again and gets on top. I pull away to look at her, and I'm genuinely shocked she just did that shit.

" Stop cheating."

"Let me win ." I flip us over again, and she lets out a frustrated huff.

Without warning, she pulls away from me so I'm no longer inside of her.

"What–"

Her lips crash into mine, and I feel her slip the condom off as she starts pumping me. Once. Twice—and I fall apart. I pull away from her in a rush, and she has an innocent smile on her face when she looks down at where I finish over her hands.

"You're a two-pump–"

"That doesn't count."

"Don't be ashamed, Liam."

I send her a glare, but her smile only widens.

"I'm going to fuck you up."

She breaks into a laugh, but I drag her back to me and slide the condom back on. "That does not count."

She opens her mouth to retort, but I slam into her, and all that comes out of that pretty mouth of hers is my name.

"It doesn't count." I pound into her harder when she smiles. "Say it."

She doesn't, and I fuck her harder. Her moans morph between light screams, but I don't stop. "Say. It."

"Okay, okay!"

"Okay, what, Sage?"

She shakes her head, and when my hand wraps around her throat, I swear I feel her pulse quicken.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

"I'm sorry– I'm sorry you lost." Her smile doesn't falter, and I let out a low chuckle. She's stubborn; I'll give her that.

" I'm sorry you won't be able to walk in any runway shows for a while." I try to get her to submit, but she doesn't. I don't know if I hate it or love it, but by the time she comes, so do I, and when I collapse next to her, I don't have it in me to even try again.

"You are so fucking lucky I'm tired." I blink slowly as I fight to stay awake.

"Tired? Or a two pump–"

I cover her face with a pillow, and her laugh is the last thing I hear before passing out.