Page 37 of A Foster Fling

Placing my index finger to my mouth, I lick it off. Just as I do, I lock eyes withhim.

He’s here.

Liam.

He’s standing on the other side of the park, watching me like I’m his prey. His gaze is like hot embers flowing in the wind, with everything catching on fire in its wake. My body reacts and I have to shift to accommodate the hard-on that’s coming.Thank fuck I’m sitting down.

My eyes stay glued to his while I continue to clean my hand. Slowly and deliberately, I lick each finger, making sure to take my time with each one as I go.

I can’t help myself.

I want to stop, but I can’t.

Watching him watch me is turning me on so much, I think I might bust right here.

He raises his brow as his lips curl at the corners, creating the devious smirk that always gets to me.

When I finally get to my pinky, his demeanor changes, like something carnal has taken over and he wants nothing more than to devour me whole.

At this point, I think I’d let him.

I’d let him destroy me if it meant feeling something other than the anger, sadness, and despair I have all the fucking time, because when I think of him and what he does to me, I don’t feel those things. I feel… different…better? Like I’m finally out from under the raincloud that follows me daily. Almost as if I’ve drowned in a bottle of Calvert and my soul is being carried away in a cloud of watermelon flavored sativa.

Derek knees my shoulder, pulling me back to reality.

“Yeah?” I clear my throat, wiping my fingers off on my shirt.

“Mags needs a ride home, so we gotta go.”

I nod toward Derek and get to my feet. My ribs ache as I stand up, and I know I’m going to feel this for days to come. Looking over to where Liam was, I don’t see him. It makes question whether he was even there to begin with, especially seeing how my mind likes to create scenes that don’t or haven’t actually happened.

We grab our things and head out to pick up Maggie. As we head to Derek’s car, I tell myself that I’ve got to get my mind under control, otherwise I’m going to go crazy.

Chapter Eleven

Liam

I was hoping to go unnoticed while I was at the skate park; I only wanted to watch him.

I wanted to stalk my prey.

But the moment he locked eyes with me, I was done. I couldn’t look away. I had to leave the park once we broke eye contact—I couldn’t handle it anymore. It took everything in me not to rip him to pieces in front of everyone.

Each lick went straight to my cock, building a delicious ache that will only be cured with his mouth around my dick.

When I left the park, I had to walk around for a while to gather my thoughts, to make a plan.

I need him.

I have to fucking have him… soon.

I thought it was bad before. When we were kids he would ignore me, making the chase I started so much more fun.

Of course, until it wasn’t

I didn’t get back to the Harris’ until after midnight. Thankfully, Ms. Harris had given me a key and I was able to get in quietly. I snuck through the house, stopping at the open bedroom door to gaze at Cole. I walked slowly over to his bed and stood there, watching him sleep without him knowing I was even there.

He’s sleeping in boxers that hug his body perfectly, showcasing certain parts that I want to reach down and touch. Caress. Ravish.