Liam's POV

“You don’t have to.”
“I want to, Mel,” I said softly. “I want to, and I will. I haven’t traveled this deep in me for a long time.”
“Is it about your childhood?” she asked, and I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was. “I don’t know anything other than that you were sick once and tormented for it.”
I started slowly. “I was born a twin. Evelyn was on her way to a fundraiser with my brother when one of Vance’s people drove them off the road and into a tree. The driver was able to get Neal out, but Evelyn went into labor and couldn’t move. When the paramedics came and got her she, was already pushing my sister out. But she never cried, or even took a breath, and when they got to the hospital I was stuck. They had to pull, and because of that my shoulder was broken. My heart and lungs weren’t fully developed yet, and I barely even cried. It was more like I was gasping for air. They didn’t think I was going to make it, but I did. However my growth, weight, and speech were stunted, and on top of it I was blessed with clubfeet.”
For some odd reason, even though I didn’t remember it, I always felt a pain in my shoulder when I thought about it.
“Evelyn went into a deep depression, and as much as she loved me, she couldn’t look at me without seeing her dead baby girl in her hands, so she stayed away. In all honesty, my earliest memory of her isn’t until I was maybe twelve. It was my father who spent most of his time with me at the hospital. Over the years, he read articles from the paper and would tell me how important my future was while the doctors did tests and I went through treatment. I remember him losing his shit at doctors once . . . or twice. All that reading and teaching he did stuck with me, though. By the time I could finally leave the hospital and go to school, I was well beyond any twelve-year-old. One moment I was at Saint John’s Hospital, the next I was Northside College Preparatory High School with Neal, who had a reputation as a badass.” I laughed at the memory. Students almost shit themselves when Neal was pissed at them.
“He was captain of the football team, a wrestler, and played hockey and every other sport that let him destroy guys for fun. So naturally, I looked up to him, but in school he stayed away from me. I, shaky legs and all, tried out for the football team only to have balls thrown at my back. The coach took pity on me and made me the water boy. One day, some of Neal’s friends pushed me down a flight of stairs before putting me in a locker with their dirty clothes. Neal didn’t know I was there. He just walked in when his friends were pissing on my clothes and told them to chill out, that I was my father’s favorite and he would have to deal with my mental shit later. I didn’t say anything because I couldn’t. I hadn’t taken my medication that morning and ended up having a seizure in the fucking locker.” I almost wanted to laugh because it was so fucked up.
“I was shaking so badly that the locker shook with me in it, and the coach found me. I ended up in the hospital with my mom crying and praying over me. I had been in a coma for a week, and she promised God she would be a better mother if he just made me healthy. They ran tests, gave me drugs. Declan, who had spent most of his time to himself after his parents died, came to me and told me they burned down the house of the fucker who put me in the locker. Neal and I don’t take trips down memory lane. I think I got better in spite of him.”
I had almost forgotten she was sitting across from me when she handed me the bottle of wine again.
It wasn’t better than brandy, but it was good enough.
“Okay, you win most depressing childhood. You should have cut his dick off and shoved it down his throat.” I coughed as I took a drink, before smiling at her.
“I was twelve.”
She shrugged. “I don’t give a fuck. Neal’s dick and the fucker’s dick, or anyone else who was there, would have to live with it, the assholes.”
She didn’t know it, but for someone who didn’t know how to love, she was sure doing a good job.
“Noted.” She was the best thing in my life, and it only took three fucking days. She made me excited for the future.
“Now I don’t feel bad for shooting Neal,” she replied, falling back on the bed, and I allowed my eyes to wander up her legs, then her thighs and her stomach before reaching her breasts.
“Did you ever feel bad?” I asked her, pushing the tray of wine and food off the bed and onto the floor. It shattered, and I knew it would make a huge mess, but I didn’t give a fuck. I just wanted my wife.
She watched me as I rose above her.
“What were the files for?”
I had forgotten all about them. Grabbing her back, I pulled her up against me. “First pleasure, then work.”
“I think it’s the other way around,” she replied, wrapping her legs around my waist.
“We make our own rules from now on, Mrs. Callahan.” I kissed her forehead, cupping her ass and thrusting into her tight pussy. Her lips went straight to my neck.
“Rule number one. After, or during, our meetings and chats we make sure to fuck each other’s brains out.” I slammed into her. “Agreed?”
She gripped on to my shoulders and moaned. “Agreed,” she said, before pushing me back and holding me there.
“Rule two. We never use a fucking condom. Agreed?” She hissed at me, and I almost came. She was fucking perfect.
“Fuck yes.”
I flipped her over and pulled out of her, grabbed the lube on the bedside table, and squeezed a generous amount before burying myself in her tight ass.
“Rule three.” I moaned out loudly, unable to think when she raised onto her knees, pushing her ass against me with her hands wrapped around my neck.
“Rule three. We trust no one but each other,” she said to me, and I could no longer control my need. Grabbing onto her ass as I did her waist earlier in the evening, I slammed myself into her. Pushing her back down, I pulled on her hair as though it were reins.
“Agreed.”
“Fuck, Liam.” She moaned as she came, and when she did I pulled out of her, allowing my seed to slip onto her back.
It was sick how much I enjoyed it. She was mine. She was all fucking mine.
Rising, she turned to me and slapped me in the face, something I was starting to fucking enjoy even as it burned. It was one of the many things that made Mel different.
“Now I have to take a shower,” she hissed at me, getting up, and I looked to her proud and in lust. She had found the monster inside me and fed it. Sadly, I didn’t think it would ever have enough of her.
She headed over to my bathroom and stopped to look back me. “Are you tired already Mr. Callahan? I still have more rules.”
She’s fucking perfect.
I almost groaned. We were going to break each other, and it only made me more excited. Jumping up, my cock standing alert and searing for her, I let her lead me into the waiting shower.
She’s fucking perfect. Even as she pushed me down onto my knees and forced my face into her pussy, I would happily drink her in.