Liam sat in the living room with his legs crossed, though his mind was far away. Jeff sat close beside him, one arm draped around his neck.
"What's wrong?" Jeff asked softly.
"I'm just thinking… how can Ben be pregnant?"
"Shit happens. I'm sure we'll figure it out soon. Have you called your dad?"
"Yeah. He said he's brought Tasha's dad to his knees, so they're fine."
"I think you should tell Ben that."
Liam still couldn't wrap his head around it. Things with Jeff had been good—great, even. He loved Jeff deeply. Jeff's siblings were incredibly sweet, especially his sister Abbey, who had quickly become Liam's best friend. The nanny, Lindsay, was adorable and caring too. Liam was still handling some mafia business, but far less than before. His recovery had been smoother than anyone expected.
Jeff made him feel like the best thing that had ever happened in his life. He had already bought a house outside town and was fixing it up for both of them. A week earlier, Liam had told his father he planned to quit the mafia life, and Arthur had surprisingly supported it.
"I need to take you somewhere," Jeff said suddenly.
"Where?"
"It's a surprise. Don't worry—you'll love it."
I told you Jeff was a psycho, right? On Tasha's way home, her car was hijacked and taken to the same remote location as her brother. They had both been tortured extensively—without Liam's knowledge.
"It better be worth my energy," Liam muttered as they drove.
Jeff leaned over and kissed him. "Trust me."
They drove until they reached a dry, deserted-looking street. Liam felt a flicker of alarm but trusted Jeff. They got out of the truck. Jeff took his hand and led him inside the building. There, Tasha and her brother Ned sat slumped, bleeding and badly beaten.
"What???"
"Yeah," Jeff said simply.
"I couldn't just let them walk away like that."
"What the fuck, Jeff!!!"
"I'm sorry, babe. I just couldn't."
"No, no, no—why didn't you tell me? Don't be sorry. I'm just… surprised. For real."
"You like it?"
"Of course I do. I hope they aren't dead yet. What are we going to do with them?"
"Oh, don't worry. I'll let them go eventually, but they need to feel the pain for a while longer."
Jeff led Liam back out, smiling wildly.
They drove home in comfortable silence, each lost in thought. Instead of going to Jeff's siblings' place, they headed to his original house. Jeff parked, got out, and opened the door for Liam. He scooped him up effortlessly, Liam's legs wrapping around his waist as Jeff kissed him hard.
They made it inside—through the living room and straight to the bedroom—Jeff still kissing him passionately.
Liam's POV
Jeff's kiss melted me. He kissed with raw passion and hunger. My body reacted instantly, responding with the same intensity. I loved this man so much I wanted every part of him inside me, wanted to crawl under his skin. He laid me gently on the bed and shrugged off his jacket. He pulled my shirt off, then stood back for a moment.
His eyes devoured me, dark with desire. He removed his own shirt, revealing his toned body, then bent down and kissed my chest, trailing lower to my belly. I moaned softly as he unzipped my pants. His hand wrapped around my rock-hard cock, stroking firmly. I moaned his name. He came back up to claim my mouth again while stripping my pants and underwear completely. He was hard too, straining against his clothes.
"Liam, you will be the death of me."
"Stop talking."
Jeff's POV
The way he said "stop talking" turned me on even more. I wanted to devour him. I flipped him onto his stomach. His perfect ass was right there, calling to me. I spread him open and buried my face between his cheeks, my tongue sliding in, savoring his taste. Liam moaned loudly, pushing back against me. I ate him out thoroughly, tongue fucking him until he came hard, shaking. I licked up every drop, then turned him over again.
I raised his legs and pushed inside him in one smooth thrust. He screamed my name, hands gripping my waist as I fucked him deep and hard. It was the most passionate sex we had ever had—hot, intense, and filled with raw need.
When we finally collapsed, Liam fell asleep peacefully in my arms. He looked like an angel sent to ruin me—in the best way. I didn't mind at all. I wished we could have a baby too. Selfish of me.
Liam had changed so much—from a fiery mafia heir to this beautiful, exhausted but content man in my bed.
"I love you, baby," I whispered.
He stirred slightly. I pulled him closer, silently wishing he would never leave me.
Liam woke up later that night. I had already prepared pasta for him. I kissed him softly, then carried him to the bathroom we had prepared. We took a long, relaxing bath together, talking about everything and laughing at the silly things. He tried to act mature, but he was just a big kid at heart—and I loved every second of it.
I still couldn't believe this was my life. I never thought I'd find love this fast, especially with a guy. It was fascinating.
"Liam, I think I will marry you."
"Fuck you, Jeff. Marry my ass."
"Oh God, keep your father safe so I can ask for your hand properly."
"Stop teasing me."
I shifted behind him in the tub, pulling his back against my chest. I stroked his hair and whispered sweet nothings that made him giggle like a teenager.