The Ending I Want
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“Twenty-four-hour supermarkets and endless amounts of takeaways, for starters,” Liam says to him.
Bernie shakes his head. “And that’s why I could never live there.”
Archie appears in the doorway. He smiles when he sees Liam. “Liam, you good, my boy?”
“Yeah, I’m good. You?”
“Keeping well as always.” His eyes move to Bernie. “Sorry to interrupt, but Tate is on the phone, insisting he needs to speak to you.”
Bernie sighs.
“Everything okay?” Liam asks. He sounds concerned.
“Yeah, everything’s fine. It’s just a few hiccups with the Watertown project. Nothing major, but you know how Tate gets.”
Liam nods in agreement.
“Why don’t you take Taylor on a tour of the house while I take this call? You know what Tate’s like once he gets talking.”
Liam looks at me. “Do you want a tour?”
“A tour would be great.” I smile.
Bernie gets to his feet and comes over to me. “Sorry to run out on you before we barely got to talking. But we’ll all have dinner together later and get to know each other better.”
“Sounds great to me.”
Bernie leaves the room with Archie.
“You want to finish your coffee first or go on the tour now?” Liam asks me.
I take a quick sip of my coffee and then get to my feet, hanging my handbag on my shoulder. “Go now.”
Liam pushes his chair out and stands. He holds a hand out to me. I take it, and he leads me out of the orangery.
This place is frigging ginormous.
I’ve lost count of how many rooms and bedrooms and bathrooms there are. I’ve seen the library and the kitchen that looks like it belongs in a restaurant.
Now, we’re heading for Liam’s bedroom. His room is at the other side of the castle from his grandpa’s, as he told me, so we can have noisy sex, no problem.
But I don’t think so. These hallways echo. Echoes carry sound.
Liam pushes open the door to his bedroom and walks inside.
It’s huge.
Large windows overlook the garden and lake. The bed is one of those huge wooden sleigh beds. The mattress looks like I could sink into it and never get back up.
Trophies fill the shelves lining the walls. Framed certificates and photos hang on the walls and sit on the chest of drawers.
“Bathroom is there.” Liam points to a closed door at the far side of the room. “And your bag is over there with mine.”
I see our bags sitting side by side near a huge oak closet. I go over and put my handbag with our bags.
Then, I walk over to the window, staring out at the view. “It’s beautiful here. Thank you for bringing me.”
I turn from the view to face Liam, leaning my ass against the windowsill. He’s standing in the middle of the room, watching me, his hands in his pockets. The view before me now is so much more appealing than anything the outside has to offer.
Liam is beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like him in my life.
I meet his stare. The look in his eyes makes my body heat and my spine shiver.
I curl my fingers around the edge of the windowsill. “Your grandpa is really awesome.”
“He is. And he likes you a lot.”
“You think?”
“I know.”
“How old is your grandpa?” I push off the windowsill and take a step toward him.
His eyes darken with interest, sweeping down my body and back up to my face. “Seventy-seven,” he answers with a distinct rasp in his voice that I’m getting used to hearing. It’s the rasp he gets when his cock is getting hard for me.
I’m tempted to look down, but I force my eyes to stay on his.
“Wow,” I say. “He looks good for seventy-seven.”
Liam pulls his hands from his pockets and takes a large step toward me, making the gap between us significantly smaller.
“I know you like older men, Boston, but a fifty-five-year age gap is pushing it a bit.”
The smile teasing the corners of his lips affects me in all the right ways and all the right places.
So, I decide to tease back, knowing I’ll get the result I want, which is me beneath him. Or me on top of him. Either way, I don’t mind.
I just want him.
Screw the echoey hallways. I’ll just have to bite my lip to keep quiet.
I scrape my teeth over my lower lip, loving the way his eyes follow the movement, getting that lusty, drugged look he gets when he’s turned on.
“I don’t know, Hunter. Fifty-five years screams experience to me.”
His brow lifts. The look in his eyes turns predatory. “I’ll fucking show you experience,” he growls.
Then, he lunges for me, making me squeal. He picks me up and throws me down on his bed, climbing on top of me.
And Liam spends the next few hours showing me just how awesome that experience of his truly is.
Bernie has taken us out for dinner to this really fancy restaurant called Belmond Le Manoir aux Quat’saisons. See? Even the name is fancy.
Thank God I had the foresight to bring a dress with me just in case we went out. It’s a fitted black dress, which flares out at the knee. The capped sleeves and back are lace. It’s pretty but sexy.
I’m wearing my silver ballet flats with it. Heels would have been preferable, but I forgot to pack the one pair I had brought to England with me. But the flats look just as nice.
Bernie drove us here in his Range Rover, as Liam’s car only has two seats.
We’re seated in private dining, which is a whole new thing to me.
The service is absolutely amazing. The food is French. Thankfully, I know a little of what to expect because of the French restaurant that Liam took me to the other day.