Because of His Name (5 page)

That
ten thousand dollars he promised me would’ve come in handy right about now.

But
you never slept with him.
 
So you
didn’t earn your side of the ten thousand, even if he’d been serious about
paying you.

It wasn’t from lack of trying or
willingness to do it, though.

As Grace got up and got dressed, she
wondered about that.
 
Why had Liam
been so reluctant to have sex with her?
 
She’d begged him to do it.
 
She’d wanted him so badly that there had been no consideration of any
consequences around doing it.

He’d clearly been aroused.
 
They’d done
oral,
they’d almost done everything.
 
But
somehow, Liam had been the one to stop them short of going all the way.

And it wasn’t as though she was the type
to run out and have one-night stands.
 
Grace had only slept with three people, and two of them had been
long-term boyfriends.
 
Only one guy
had been someone she’d been on just a few dates with, and they’d slept together
twice and then the relationship had ended.

Other than that, sure, there had been the
occasional make out session at a party or a bar, but she’d never just met a guy
and been intimate with him—not the way she’d done with Liam Houston.

Finally, she was dressed and ready to leave.
 
She stood there, watching Liam sleep,
his brown hair tousled, mouth open,
jaw
slack.
 

He didn’t know she was looking at him, so
he couldn’t put on any airs.

This was just him, the real him, lying
there in bed…and she felt a surge of affection for him that she couldn’t
explain.
 
Tears welled in her eyes
and she bit her lower lip, feeling devastated.

“Goodbye, Liam,” she said, not very
loudly.
 
And then she turned.

“Hey, where are you going?” his voice
drifted over to her, and she spun around to look at him again.

“You’re awake?”

He blinked and rubbed at his eyes.
 
Then he peered at her out of one open
eye.
 
“I just woke up this
second.
 
Literally.
 
What the hell time is it?”

“It’s about eight o’clock.
 
For most of us, that’s late enough.”

“Let’s not start that again,” Liam said,
sounding good-natured about it.
 
He
slid up in bed and the sheets fell to just below his waist.
 
He was naked, and in the daylight his
body was stunning.
 
Rippled stomach
muscles, a v-shaped torso with powerful shoulders, his skin was pale but
flawless.

“I should go,” she said, not really
meaning it.
 
She liked talking to
him.

Liam smiled.
 
“You’ve been saying that same line since
the minute I met you.”

“That’s because it’s always true.”

“Where do you have to be?” he said.
 
“What’s so important that you can’t have
breakfast with me?”

“Breakfast?” she said, her eyes widening
at the offer.

“Yeah, it’s this little meal that we eat
sometimes in the morning.
 
It comes
between dinner and lunch, typically.”

She smirked back at him.
 
“Thanks for clearing that up.”

He stretched his arms out and his belly
sucked in.
 
“No problem,” he told
her, and her gaze moved down to where that sheet just barely covered his hips
and the outline of his cock was visible.

“I am kind of hungry,” she said, as she
felt her nipples stiffen.

“Yeah?
 
Good,” Liam said, seeming not to notice
the tone of her voice.

Grace had never done anything like this
before, but something about Liam Houston was irresistible.
 
She walked towards him and then stood
close to the bed, her heart beating fast in her chest.
 
“I said
,
I’m
hungry now.”

He ran a hand through his hair and his
brow furrowed.
 
“You’re not very
patient, are you Grace?”

“No, I’m not.”
 
She looked blatantly at his crotch,
licking her lips.
 

“You might want to save room—don’t
want to spoil your appetite,” he replied.

Grace sat down on the edge of the bed and
reached out to the sheet, pulling it down slightly.
 
She could now feel his cock stiffening
beneath her hand.
 
“I really worked
up an appetite, though.”

“Prove it,” Liam said, his voice
husky.
 

“I will,” she told him, and her hand
pulled the sheet back so she could admire his cock in full view.
 

It was perfect, like a sculpture of a
penis that could’ve been installed in a museum.
 
Grace began slowly stroking him with her
hand, and he closed his eyes and exhaled forcefully.

She could tell he was enjoying it, because
his shaft stiffened even more, and now he was as hard as a rock.
 
With one hand, she stroked it, and with
her other hand, she played with his balls.
 

Grace loved Liam’s body.
 
She couldn’t even believe how perfect he
was—so solidly muscular.
 
He had
the body of an athlete or a construction worker—somebody who spent hours
of their day lifting heavy things.
 
How had he gotten that body from a rich, cushy life? She wondered.

It didn’t strike her as just a body that
was created in a fancy gym, because usually those guys were ripped but out of
balance—like huge arms and skinny legs, or big legs and no chest.
 
Whereas Liam’s body
was proportionate, and strong in a way that seemed practical.

She found him hot—that was the bottom
line of it all.
 
She was getting off
on just touching his dick and playing with his balls, and now she slid her hand
off his shaft and stroked it up his stomach, enjoying the feel of the ridges of
his abdomen.
 
And then she slid her
hand up to his pectorals, which contracted and hardened.

As she slid her hand back to the base of
his penis, she leaned down and slid his entire cock into her mouth.

“Mmmmmmm….”
 

“Holy fuck,” Liam whispered, as she slid
her lips all the way down to his balls.

Grace took him in as much as she
could.
 
Before today, she wouldn’t
have exactly described herself as loving to give head.
 
She’d done it, of course, and received
some compliments over the years.
 
But she’d always sort of done it out of obligation.
 
It was just a thing that guys wanted and
so she did it.

But this was different.

This was fun, and sexy, and she loved how
his cock tasted and felt in her mouth.
 

As she sucked him off, she massaged the
top of his thighs and his belly with her hands.
 
Her pussy was getting so wet again,
vibrating with pleasure as she took him in and out of her mouth.

God,
I might actually come from doing this.
 
How weird is that?

And it was weird.
 
Nobody was touching her pussy, nothing
was going on down there, but she was so incredibly hot from giving Liam head,
and it was making her crazy.

Soon, Liam’s hips were moving in time
with Grace’s bobbing head, and although her jaw was getting achy, she was way
too excited to care.
 
His cock was
wet, slick, slathered in her saliva.
 
She could taste some of his cum already, because he was getting closer
to finishing.

As she felt him readying, Grace began
stroking his shaft with one hand while she continued sucking the top of his
penis frantically.
 

“Holy shit,” Liam said.
 
“Holy fucking shit.”
 
And then he exploded into her mouth, and
it was even more than last night.

She tried to swallow as much of it as she
could, but some ended up pouring down his shaft and dripping onto her
hands.
 
Grace loved it.
 
She loved the feeling of power, and
suddenly she was finishing too—her center contracting and spasming with
an intense, brief orgasm that was altogether different than any she’d had up ‘til
now.

A few final thrusts, and he was done,
exhausted, and he flopped backwards as Grace sat up and got off the bed.

She went into the bathroom and cleaned up
to the best of her ability.
 
When
she came out again, Liam was wiping himself off with a towel and still
completely nude.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he said.

“Okay,” Grace replied, feeling a little
embarrassed again.
 

This
isn’t me.
 
Who does this?
 
What, exactly, am I doing right now?

 
“Listen,” Liam said, meeting her gaze.

Oh
boy.
 
Here it comes.
 
The big brush off.

“I’m listening,” she said, preparing
herself.

“I still want you to come to breakfast,”
he said.
 
“Can you hang for a bit?”

“Are you sure?
 
Because I don’t need a pity breakfast.
”

He laughed.
 
“This isn’t a pity breakfast,
Grace.
 
You’re so cynical it’s
impressive.”

“That’s me,” she sighed.
 
“Impressively cynical.”

“I’ll be out in just a few,” he told her,
as he casually walked into the bathroom.
 
She stared at his chiseled ass and the network of interlocking muscles
in his back as he walked away from her.

Her eyes narrowed, when she saw some
clear bruising around his kidney area and also some red welts on the side of
his thigh.
 

She wondered what the heck had done that
to him.
 
At night, she hadn’t been
able to see any of it, but today it was obvious he’d been in some kind of
accident.
 

Or maybe it wasn’t an accident, whatever
had happened to him.
 

All she knew was that she was still with
him, nearly twenty-four hours after they’d first met.
 
And he was asking her to stick around.

Why?

She didn’t have the faintest clue.
 
But she loved it.

***

They were both able to have a shower
before leaving the room to go to breakfast.

Liam had dressed in a simple pair of
slacks and a button down shirt, open at the collar.
 
He looked phenomenal, of course.

Grace had complained about her outfit,
which had been worn the entire day and couldn’t stand another few hours of
being worn again.
 
She felt gross
even thinking about it.

But Liam had reassured her, and by the
time she’d come out of the shower, Liam had managed to rustle up a perfectly
acceptable sundress for her to put on.
 
It fit reasonably well, and was a cute blue and white print that she
might have even bought, could she have afforded it.

“Where’d you get this from?” Grace asked
him.

“We keep all sorts of wardrobes here,”
Liam told her.
 
“You never know when
someone is going to come to an event and have a problem—spill something,
puke on themselves, lose a piece of clothing…we’re ready for anything and
everything.
 
And with guests staying
over and leaving things, we’ve gotten quite a collection going over the years.”

“So who’s worn this before me?” she said,
sniffing it.

“I don’t know, Grace.
 
Maybe the Duchess of Windsor.”
 

“Are you serious or joking?”

Liam just rolled his eyes.
 

When they were finally ready to go, Liam
led the way out of the room and down to the main hall on the first floor, where
most of the festivities at the Rather wedding had taken place.

Now, with everyone gone except for the
usual staff, the castle felt empty.

“This is weird,” Grace said in a low
voice, as they traversed the long hallway.
 
“Where are we eating, anyway?”

“In the dining area, as usual,” Liam
said.
 
“You’ll get used to it.”

She shot him a look and he winked at her.