Honeymooners 🌶️🌶️🌶️

FREYA

When we arrived back at the hotel room, I was floating somewhere in a strange, euphoria.

I couldn’t get enough of Liam.

He grabbed hold of my shoulders and pulled me gently into his lap.

Our lips molded together like we were trying to suck the life out of each other, and I almost forgot to breathe.

I pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor exuberantly, and grasped hold of his shoulders, my fingernails digging into his skin.

Liam’s kisses began to trail slowly down my neck and to the top of my breasts, and he paused, his hands gliding from my hips to cup them gently.

His hands then moved down my sides, locating the hem of my dress.

Slowly, he lifted the soft fabric up my frame and over my shoulders, as I raised my arms.

And then I was practically naked, aside from my lacy thong, shivering longingly.

Liam’s hands rested gently on my hips, his lips moving to my already-hardened nipple.

The sensation of his tongue had me moaning, longing for even more.

I gently rocked my body forward so that Liam was lying on his back, and quickly moved to undo his pants, sliding them off.

As I crawled back on top of him, my chest resting gently upon his, I could feel his erection and wanted it inside of me.

My lips found his once more and I kissed him with an overwhelming passion.

My entire body was pulsing in a blissful high, radiating from my core.

~I didn’t know it could feel this way.~

It was a palpable feeling, its wonderful thread sewing us both together.

His fingertips found the top of my spine, following it deliciously down my back, tracing the curve of my ass.

Then they moved around to the front, located my crease, and pushed inside.

I moaned in sheer ecstasy and bit his lip.

He was taking his time with me, making me feel like I was the only person in the entire world, and I was starting to believe it.

My eyes snapped open to search his golden ones—a deeper penetration than anything physical would allow.

“I’m yours, Freya,” he murmured breathlessly.

I felt like I was going to melt.

My hands moved down his perfect frame, pulling the briefs from his waist and taking him into my hands.

“I need you. Now,” I whispered.

Liam groaned with desire and gently shifted his weight so that I rolled onto my back.

He slid the lace down my legs reverently, his eyes never leaving mine.

Bringing his lips back to me, he gently delved into my inflamed sex and I moaned again.

~Oh, God.~

He rocked his hips back and forth gently, his lips locked firmly on to my own, threatening suffocation.

I felt the two of us weld together.

Every inch of his body was mine—a part of me that I never wanted to relinquish.

The resounding pleasure pulsated throughout my entire body, flooding each and every nerve ending in insatiable bliss.

And then, finally, as I felt myself approaching the ever-elusive climax, I detached my swollen lips from his and stared back into his enchanting eyes.

“Liam,” was all I could manage to murmur.

“Together,” he whispered back.

~So close.~

~So close.~

And then in one electric jolt, I peaked, feeling a delicious release.

Liam moaned, enraptured in his own exploding euphoria.

His eyes locked on mine, and we rode the exquisite wave out together.

~That was…~

Once again, he’d left me wordless.

Liam rolled onto his back, his fingers intertwining with mine as we lay side by side.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“I know,” I replied, squeezing his hand, laughing.

As I lay there, wrapped in the warmth of his skin, I could feel it.

~My world changing.~

~My stars realigning.~

In that moment, I knew I would never be the same.

***

“This is surreal,” I told Liam, squeezing his hand the following day when we arrived in Paris. Daryl and the rest of the team led us through the bustling Charles de Gaulle airport.

Jeb and Harri trailed behind us with their own entourages.

Liam bent down to kiss my forehead affectionately, notably amused by my wonderment.

“Can we visit the Louvre?” I asked excitedly.

“Of course,” he replied, smiling. “If we have time.”

I was still distracted as Daryl led us through the exit, to where three black SUVs waited for us.

Where the paparazzi was waiting for us.

~No. Not now.~

“Well damn, lady,” Jeb mused, suddenly at my side, grinning wickedly. “You’re causing quite a stir.”

I met his hazel eyes before turning my attention back to the bloodthirsty mob.

“Liam!” screamed dozens upon dozens of reporters, their cameras instantly trained upon us. “What do you have to say about Jazelle’s recent accusations…”

I tried to tune them out—and failed.

“Freya!” others called, trying desperately to get my attention.

Our security team attempted to create a perimeter around us, and the rowdy swarm struggled against them.

The endless stream of flashing lights had practically blinded me.

I tried to tune out their attempts to incite a reaction out of me.

I couldn’t focus.

“Miss Freya. Stay close,” Daryl said suddenly. His hand led me forward, pulling me out of my own head, as he rushed us to the car.

“Freya, how did you get Liam to take you back after you cheated?” someone yelled after me.

Liam dove into the open door of the closest SUV and I climbed in behind him, not daring to look back. Daryl slammed the door and hopped into the front seat, and then we were off.

“Fucking parasites,” Liam muttered to himself.

He turned to me thoughtfully. “I’m so sorry. I know it must be getting to you.”

“It’s not getting to me,” I lied.

It ~was~ getting to me.

No matter who I was or what I did, I would always be the villain in their eyes. The girl who cheated on their favorite pop icon.

I tried to push the depressing narrative out of my mind as we drove into Paris.

When we arrived at the hotel, all I could think about was how I couldn’t wait to have Liam to myself once again.

I was speechless as he led me through the impressive hotel lobby, with a soaring ceiling adorned with crystal chandeliers and painted angels.

It was all sinfully opulent and overwhelming.

Our suite practically took up the entire floor, with multiple bedrooms and extravagant sitting rooms; it almost looked like a museum.

I was overwhelmed and entirely dazzled—and prepared to rip Liam’s clothes off the moment the bellboy left the room.

But, to my complete dismay, I realized we weren’t actually alone.

~No.~

~Don’t take him from me.~

Wyatt and Lucinda waited for us in the inner sitting room, both engrossed in their phones and looking completely stressed out.

“Oh! Good,” Lucinda exclaimed, jumping to her feet when she saw us.

“You’re already behind schedule,” Wyatt growled, running a hand through his thinning hair.

His eyes seemed to narrow when they landed on me.

“I trust that you ~not~ making an appearance last night was for something…” Lucinda said, pausing, “more important?” Her dark eyes met mine, and to my amazement, she smiled slyly.

“Yes,” Liam replied, crossing the room to where his luggage had been deposited. “Do you want me in the red or the black shirt?”

“Red,” she said. “I’m having Jeb in black.”

I looked at him inquisitively before it struck me.

~Another circuit of interviews.~

We were back to the part of the vicious cycle where he left me for hours.

***

“Vámonos, people! Five minutes until you go on. I need you stageside ~now~,” Wyatt called, peeking his head into Liam’s dressing room.

Ryan took a step back from styling Liam’s hair to inspect his work.

“Amazing. To die for,” he concluded, smiling proudly.

I watched them warily from the couch, pulling at the hem of my glitter-encrusted red dress, which was terribly uncomfortable.

Ryan turned to me before disappearing through the door. “Do not smudge my masterpiece,” he warned, winking.

As Daryl and two other security guards led us down the long corridor bustling with frantic crew members, Liam took hold of my hand, squeezing it affectionately.

“Did I mention that you look beautiful?” he whispered, leaning in to kiss me on the top of the head.

I squeezed his hand back, wishing I could prolong the moment.

Just as we neared the bend in the corridor that deposited into the backstage area, I felt my tiny sequined purse vibrate at my side.

Pulling my phone from its satin inner pocket, I saw that I had two texts from an unknown number.

Unknown

Stay away from Liam.

Unknown

You and I both know it’s not going to work out, anyway.

My stomach churned.

I stared at the screen with budding anxiety, willing the notifications to disappear.

“Frey?” came Liam’s voice, and I peeled my eyes from the device, realizing that I had come to a halt.

Liam and our three security guards were all staring at me.

“Is everything alright?” he asked, his worried eyes darting to my phone, which I instinctively shoved back into my purse.

I tried to push my sudden paranoia out of my head, telling myself that it didn’t mean anything.

Practically the entire world wanted us to break up; the text could have been from anyone.

As I watched the concern on Liam’s face deepen, I made the decision not to tell him.

Not yet, anyway.

~He’s about to go on stage.~

~It will ruin the night.~

“I’m good,” I replied, a million miles away, forcing a smile to my lips. “Just a wrong number, I think.”

LIAM

“Liam, are you allowed to do this two nights in a row?” Freya asked through breathless kisses.

She’d already managed to remove my shirt and snaked her hands around my torso.

I could feel her fingernails breaking skin, but I could take the pain.

In fact, it felt incredible.

We’d just stumbled through the door of the bedroom back in the hotel, and my hands were already searching for the zipper on the back of her dress.

“I’m a rock star—I can do whatever I want.” I grinned, nipping at her neck.

I’d suffered through the backstage meet and greets.

There was ~no way~ was I going to sit through another horde of people gushing and trying to suck up to me at the after-party when I could be drinking in every drop of Freya Coleman.

Luce wouldn’t be pleased, but fuck it.

“You have a serious ego problem,” she joked, her hands moving to unzip my jeans. “You know that, right?”

~So I’ve been told.~

The moment her dress hit the floor, my hands moved to grasp hold of her ass, pulling her in one swift motion to my hips.

Freya squealed in delight, wrapping her legs around me tightly.

I could hardly wait to explore every inch of her soft skin.

I laid her on the bed, my starved lips kissing her in a frenzy.

My fingers raked across her naked skin, watching her pale nipples harden exquisitely, and I reached down to remove her already-saturated panties.

We would have to skip the foreplay; I’d been hard since our limo ride from the show.

Freya mirrored my action in a similar desperate fever—her hand softly tracing the length of my torso, then grasping hold of my shaft.

I moaned, preparing to enter her, when she suddenly unlocked her lips from mine and brought them to my ear.

“You had your turn,” she whispered.

And then she flipped me onto my back and climbed on top, flicking her fiery hair over her shoulder.

~Fuck, woman.~

As Freya began riding me, her devilish hips thrusting with sheer perfection, I felt myself diving deeper and deeper into her very being.

Trying desperately to become a part of her.

We made love until the early morning light began to peek its way through the curtains, and yet I still felt my hunger for her unsatiated.

Freya was a well that would never dry up—and my thirst, it seemed, was endless.

Finally, reluctantly, we drifted off into a much-needed slumber, my head resting on her bare breast, lulled to sleep by the sound of her breathing.

***

~Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.~

My eyes fluttered open, the late morning light hitting me harshly.

I groaned, rolling onto my side—still half-asleep.

~Who’s calling me?~

~Don’t make me get up.~

I sat up slowly, searching for my phone, and realized it was Freya’s that was vibrating.

Still sound asleep, she looked practically angelic, despite her tangled mess of red hair, and I couldn’t bring myself to wake her.

Reluctantly, I reached for her phone, and saw that it was an unknown number calling, but it stopped almost the second I picked it up.

Then: ~Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.~ The same number called again.

I pressed answer and brought the phone to my ear.

“Hello?”