WOLF and the Runaway Heiress.

Chapter 04

RIO

Sure enough, I was correct.

I was the Designated Driver for the evening. We dropped David off at his condo, not far away from where we were, and then Bree off at her parents' house. She had to be there for the following day, so it made sense to leave her there.

Liam, however, did not want to be dropped off yet.

So, we went to our favourite lookout point.

Two and a half years ago, when we met, we were polite enemies.

He called me stuffy, weird and boring; I called him pretentious, snobbish and a capital PRICK. David often played mediator whenever Liam and I were together, as we frequently clashed.

A few months later, Liam admitted that it was because he liked me. I was the first girl who refused to submit to his charms, and it annoyed him.

I still think he is pretentious, snobbish and a massive prick, but behind it all, there is a nice guy. And that guy, I absolutely adored. That's the guy I said yes to when Liam proposed to me.

When we first started dating, I said all the wrong things around his friends. I knew it put a lot of them off, and my spontaneous questions, like, ‘Why does it always look like fish are dancing? Do you think they do that to mock us, and the real reason cats don't like water is that the fish we think are innocent and pretty are actually lowkey pretentious assholes?’

I don’t know why I thought about it. We were at one of Liam's friends' houses, and I found myself mesmerized by the massive aquarium they had. The thought occurred to me, and so I asked it.

The room fell silent, and I could hear the whispers of speculation about whether I was drinking and the judgment that followed. Liam was so embarrassed that he apologized on my behalf, and he took me home.

A few more moments like that happened, and then Liam started taking me to his friends less often. If we weren't out with David and Bree, we would enjoy our alone time at places like this.

Lying on the hood of the car, staring up at the blanket of stars above us, was honestly way better than Liam’s jerk friends in my opinion.

My mum has also told me to express myself as authentically as possible, and that is what I try to do, but I also feel hidden with Liam.

I still haven't met his family, and he wants to get married in a few months? Is that normal?

“Babe, I’m sorry about tonight.” Liam finally broke the silence.

“It’s okay.” I keep my eyes on the stars, wishing I could fly up and touch one.

Yes, I understand that they aren’t like children's books or movies, and are pockets of gas millions or miles away, but what if they weren’t?

What if there was a man on the moon waving and smiling? What if the stars were all friends?

“Rio?” Liam calls out. I must have zoned out again.

This year, I have been horrible at doing that. It felt like my mind was split in two, and part of me wanted to be somewhere else. It wasn’t just with Liam, it was with everyone and everything.

I couldn’t explain it. My mum got it, though. She always told me not to worry; it'd sort itself out when the time came.

“Yeah?” I turned my head and found him staring at me with his glossy gaze from too much wine.

“I said I was sorry about tonight. I know you were expecting it to be just the two of us. That was the plan, but David called. He was out with Bree, and when I told them I was heading to Finns to meet you, they took it as an invite.”

I liked that he explained. I was relieved that it wasn’t intentional. Sometimes, it felt like David and Bree were also in our relationship. Like this was some weird quaddle. Is that the word? We weren’t a couple, but more than a throuple. A Quadle?

“What's so funny?” Liam smiled as I lightly chuckled to myself.

“Oh, nothing. Just happy. I’m not upset, Liam. But I would like some more alone time with my fiancé without my stepbrother and my bestie.”

Liam’s eyes darkened at my words. He slowly leaned in with his trademark knowing smirk. I knew what he wanted, and was more than willing to show my fiancé just how much I missed our alone time.

Liam’s hand slid up my bare thigh and under the hem of my dress. He wasn’t one for foreplay, but when he drank too much, his hands liked to explore the terrain first.

“Liam,” I whimpered, only to be cut off with his lips pressed to mine. His fingers skillfully moved my panties to the side, and his fingers slipped inside.

My moan of relief at the fullness filled the air as thickly as my arousal scent did.

I found myself wondering if he could smell me as strongly as I could. Did he like it? He never commented on it.

“Rio, I have missed you while I was gone. I promise, I will stop letting my family rule my life and prioritize us more.” He mumbled in between wet, sloppy kisses, pushing aside my useless thoughts.

His lips moved from my lips, along the length of my jaw and down my neck. His teeth grazed the hollow of where my neck and collarbone meet, and it sparked something within me.

Before I realized what I was doing, my body took control and pushed Liam away roughly.

“What the hell, Rio?” Liam asked in a daze. He wasn’t the only one stunned by my actions, but I quickly rectified the matter and crawled over to straddle his lap in the passenger side seat.

A dirty smirk crept across his face, and the stunned confusion was no longer visible in his polished features.

“You like this,” I teased, as I took his earlobe gently between my teeth.

His groan was answer enough.

I felt his hands move from my hips and down to his zipper. “I can’t wait any longer, baby.”

He didn’t wait for my response; he pulled out his erect p***s and impaled me swiftly.

“Oh, f**k! Baby, I have missed this.” Liam growled through clenched teeth as he struggled to control himself.

“Do you like this, baby?” Liam pants as he began to thrust in and out of me, the sounds of our bodies and fluids rang louder now. “Tell me you like this, baby,” Liam grunted, lost in his own pleasure.

“Mmm,” I moaned, “Liam, please—”

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want?” Liam’s right hand moved up and gripped a fistful of my wild hair, bringing my face to his.

“f**k, baby. You feel so good. Tell me I am the only one.” Liam pumped faster, gripping my hair tighter.

I noticed his eyes were closed. I hated that. I wanted him to look me in the eyes while we made love, but he never did.

I dragged my fingernails up the length of his chest, tearing the shirt open. A few of the buttons popped off, and the dull clicks and clanks of them hitting the interior of the car brought a smirk to my face. I dug my nails into the flesh of his chest, and Liam began to pump harder and faster.

“f**k, I am so close. f**k, baby. Tell me I am the best you've ever had. f**k—” Liam cried out in the end as he released inside of me.

His body fell limp quickly after; his heavy panting was the only sound that filled the enclosed car: that and the sound of my immediate disappointment.

I wasn’t close to finishing.

Again.

With a sigh, I pulled Liam's softening c**k out of me and shifted back over to the driver's seat. I reached over and grabbed a napkin from the glove box, wiping myself of his drippings.

“Liam,” I murmured, struggling to disguise my disappointment.

But he never answered.

The sound of Liam’s soft snoring was the only sound to respond to. Sure enough, when I looked over, I found Liam passed out in the passenger side of my car. His d**k was flaccid, lying across his right thigh, fast asleep with his face against the window.

I caught my reflection in the rearview mirror. I see the sadness in my eyes when I do.

I love Liam, I do, but I always thought s*x was supposed to be fun and wild, not thirty seconds of ego and a handful of pumps. Was s*x only about men's enjoyment?