(Joshua's POV - Sat. 17 May 2014)

"I'm not going anywhere... and I love you too, Baby..." I whisper in a hoarse voice against Liam's fingers, pressing them to my lips, and his face finally relaxes as his breathing evens. Now that he is back to sleep, I can allow myself a deep sigh of relief. The last couple of hours were quite difficult and I went through too many emotions in so little time. To be honest, the last twenty hours have been the worst of my life; first not knowing where Liam was; then witnessing his fall, worrying for him while he was in ER and waiting for him to wake up all night long; and finally hearing him recount what happened. My mind suffered from various painful and difficult emotions all this time, so yes, seeing his features relax as he gives into slumber is quite some relief but unfortunately, this is short-course relief.

The pain and anger quickly flood my veins and swallow the little relief that has been running amidst my blood. Most of my anger goes to the three bastards who held Liam hostage in that abandoned warehouse and did unforgivable things to him. Just thinking about their ugly and appalling faces makes my stomach churn and I really wish I could have smashed their faces. Nothing they will ever experience in jail will cover for a hundredth of what they did to my poor innocent boy. Never. Part of my anger goes to myself because I didn't see things coming but his continuing lies by omission didn't help at all. Dominic's bullying; what happened in New York last December, then in the parking lot on Thursday evening; not mentioning the fact that he deliberately put himself in danger! So yes, another part of my anger also goes to Liam and his stupid and reckless behavior. I will definitely need to teach him what communication and staying-safe mean. And then there's Tony; Tony my long-time friend; a father-figure to me. Tony, my Head of Security. Speaking of the devil, I am still sitting next to the bed and staring at Liam when he walks back into the room after a little while.

"How could this happen, Tony? How could at least three rotten bastards pass your background checks and remain unnoticed?" I ask dryly, my eyes still locked on Liam's sleeping form.

"I don't know yet, Joshua..." he replies apologetically.

"You don't know yet?" I reply bitterly.

"The investigation has only just started..." he sighs. From the corner of my eye, I can sense the tension in his weary body. I wouldn't bet my life on the fact that he slept at all last night and yet, I can't help that slight resentment. For fuck's sake, part of his job is to scrutinize the files of all the employees recruited to work at the Pierce Building. I can understand that damn Kenny's case because all the site workers' background checks are not as advanced as those working at the Corporate offices, but there are still Derek, Dominic and Devon! "Do you want my resignation?" he then asks dully, making me jump to my feet and flip my head to him.

"Don't start that bullshit! I never even thought about anything like that, but I want to understand what went wrong, Tony!" I growl in a hushed voice. "I want your team to run a complete new check of all the employees. Hire more guys if you need to."

"Jeff is already on it. I'm meeting him in the office in an hour so that we can schedule this asap," Tony informs me with deep seriousness, but I can read the guilt on his face and this is not what I want. What I want is to understand where things went wrong so that this never happens again. My security has always been of utmost importance to him; I know that he sincerely has a soft spot for Liam and that if he had been able to avoid such drama, he would have. Anyway, I am glad that things are already moving and I trust him to sort things out quickly.

"Good. I want these motherfuckers to rot in jail..." I grumble lowly.

"Your lawyers are already working on that. Maître Hedges was at the Police station with me yesterday evening and he will be there when the Police come to question Liam," Tony says. Dammit! The Police's visit will certainly be another trying and consuming experience for Liam; he will have no other choice than to go through the whole fucking thing again, but I will be by his side to comfort him every second. The tears he shed this morning while he was relating the events were really painful to see, but I believe that they helped him, as Tony's and my presence seemed to help a little too. Anyway, I needed to know what had happened and all in all, I think that he needed to let it all out too. I couldn't let him keep the weight on his heart and the sooner he managed the emotions out of his chest, the better it was.

"Thanks, Tony. You did a great job. The doctor said that Liam would be released tonight but I want him to rest, so I guess they can wait until tomorrow and visit us at home," I suggest as I turn back to look at Liam. He seems to be rather peaceful for now and sound asleep.

"Sure... I'll go to the office now, just give me a call when you're ready to go home," Tony says, walking to my side and resting a fatherly hand at the nape of my neck. "Liz packed some clothes for you and Liam. I also put his phone in the bag. The screen is slightly broken but it still works; I will get him a new one from IT on Monday. By the way, Ally said you can call if she can be of any help. Do you need anything else?"

"No, thanks, Tony. Thank you for all your help..." I reply with honesty; all traces of anger have totally dissipated now and I truly appreciate his dedication. This is not the first time that he saves my butt and that of others, and without him, I'm not sure where I would be right now. I know that I owe him a lot.

"You're welcome, Joshua. We'll discuss this later." He pauses for a few seconds and clears his throat. "As long as the investigation is running and until all the criminals haven't been identified, I don't want you to go anywhere without me or Jeff; and the same goes for Liam of course," he instructs firmly. I turn to look at him and his expression is one that leaves no place for discussion. Damn! The man quickly recovered his self-confidence!

"I can defend myself, but you're right about Liam," I still try, making him glare at me.

"We'll see..." he concedes, but I already know that it's a lost battle.

With a smirk that only confirms my thoughts, he spins around and leaves. For a long moment, I just stare at Liam and think about the recent events. It could have been much worse if it weren't for the GPS device in his collar. Tony is right; I won't leave him unwatched anymore, even if I have to hire new security guys. I can't believe that a simple embezzlement could turn into something so drastically wrong and disastrous. These guys must have been rotten to the core to be willing to get rid of a simple witness. Next week will be a long and hard one. I will need to convene the leadership team - or at least the rest of it - to inform them of what happened; they don't need to have the full details but they will need some explanations and I will work out on an action plan. Connie, the HR Manager, will have a lot of recruitment work to replace those who will be fired; and I might as well get in touch with Kelly, my Public Relations leader, as early as this afternoon to make sure that the affair doesn't spread out.

And I will also speak with Tony about those background checks. I think we should have them performed on a more regular basis. If new recruits look clean at the moment we hire them, it doesn't mean that they will always stay clean and I am afraid that this is what happened with Derek for example. That Kenny has worked for Pierce Construction for years; according to the summary file I received last night from Jeff, he was hired at the time my father was running the company; but how long has he been trafficking? But Derek... I am pretty sure that he was clean when he joined us a few years ago. What could have made him change? And when did that happen?

I spend the best part of the day in the armchair by the bed, just looking at Liam, and only leaving his side to take a quick shower in the en-suite bathroom and change into a clean pair of jeans and shirt. The nurses come to check on him every couple of hours but he remains asleep; yesterday's events seriously strained my poor boy, not only physically, but also mentally. Each time he starts mumbling in his sleep, I get up to reach for his hand and to soothe him with reassuring words. I can't be sure that he is having nightmares, but his sleep is quite agitated. I believe it was good for him to speak out this morning, but I will need to make sure that he continues in the coming days and even months. If it turns out to be necessary, I will get him to see a specialist. That kind of events can be traumatizing and if Liam needs to talk it through with a shrink, then he will.

Thanks to a thoughtful Tony who also brought my laptop, I can keep myself busy with replying to a few business emails and read the auditor's report; I also call my friends to update them on Liam's state. At some point of the afternoon, Liam's phone rings a few times until I decide to check it. Unsurprisingly, this is his friend Shannon calling but I don't answer because I don't know what Liam will want to tell him about what happened. Knowing my sweet boy, he will probably not tell him the whole truth. There are so many things he has been hiding from his best friend, now I think about it... I am not even sure about what he exactly told him when we... when he broke up with me. I am actually curious to know how this Shannon guy would react if he knew about our lifestyle. But I doubt Liam will ever tell him. His communication skills seriously need some improvement on certain levels though.

Look who's talking... Yes, yes, I know. I am not much better. I fucked up big time with hiding an important part of my past from him. Liam would certainly have understood things better if I had told him earlier but I was far too deep into my denial about my feelings for him back then and I did need that huge slap in my face to realize that I loved him. It would have taken me much more time to get it if I hadn't been on the verge of losing him in the arms of another. And then there is the whole Shannon thing... I know I will need to tell Liam about it at some point, but now is certainly not the time to confess my involvement in Shannon's current job. But I will... at some point... Jeez! What a couple we make! Though for my defense, I never hid that many things from him; in the end, he is worse than I am.

That reminds me that I also need to reaffirm our Dom/Sub relationship and I well intend to do this as soon as possible. Not sexually speaking of course - at least not until Liam has recovered from his injuries; but I seriously need to get back my control on this little minx, which shouldn't be too difficult after such events. Just as I am about to drowse off, thinking about my eagerness to go back all dominant on Liam, I hear him stir in his sleep. Getting up to stand beside him, I finally watch his beautiful blue eyes open again.

"Hey sleepy head... how are you feeling?" I ask, bending over to kiss his smiling lips.

"A bit better... What time is it?" he asks with a tired voice and a yawn.

"Almost five... You look really exhausted, Baby. It might be good you spend another night here and..." I suggest but Liam suddenly tries to lean up from his pillow.

"No! I don't want to stay here and I'll be more comfortable at home!" he exclaims, his eyes now wide open and wincing in pain from the sudden physical effort. I cautiously push him back down, caressing his face with the back of my hand.

"Liam, you don't need to act in front of me. I want you back home tonight too and I'll make sure a nurse comes over to check on you. It's the doctor you need to convince, not me! So stop playing it tough and lay back," I order and he obeys with a small smile. "There are a few conditions though..." I then add and his smile immediately fades away.

"Ugh conditions already...?" he mutters.

"Yes, conditions already... One, you will have to rest. Full time. Second, you will obey all my orders," I list.

"I'm tired, so number one shouldn't be too difficult... And for the second one... I always do anyway..." he smirks, lightly shrugging his shoulders. I lean further down until our noses touch.

"No you don't, for the second one... not always. But I assure you that you will from now on..." I whisper before I quickly drop a kiss on his lips.

"I know I will... I'm sorr..."

"Shhhh, it's okay, Baby. We'll discuss that later. For now, let's call the Doctor in so that we can get out of here..." I reply, kissing a small tear at the corner of his eye.

The doctor comes shortly after I have called for her and after a quick check-up of Liam's injuries and change of his bandages, she allows him to leave the hospital. I then call Tony to let him know that we will be ready in about half an hour, Liz so that she can arrange a nurse to visit Liam at home at least three times a day as per the doctor's instructions, and finally, I help him to get dressed. Liz is such a brilliant woman! She packed some sweat pants, a large tee-shirt of mine and a zipped sweater for Liam, making things much easier to shrug him into. I try to ignore all the contusions and marks covering a large part of his body while I dress him up, but my heart aches for all these bruises. Once he is ready, I go and take care of the discharge documents while he is waiting in the bedroom and I get back just as Tony shows up. The ride home is rather silent apart from Tony giving me an update on the situation. Liam is still showing signs of exhaustion due to all the meds they gave him, but once we get home, Liz's squeals definitely wake him up when she meets us at the car.

"Oh my God!!!! Sweetheart... I was so scared... I'm so glad you're back home..." she coos as she pulls Liam into a careful hug. "Don't you dare do this ever again!!" she then scolds him and I chuckle at Liam's blush.

"Ugh Liz... please... not you..." Liam complains but he quickly shuts up when he pulls back and sees her scowl.

"Come on, Joshua! Get him inside before he catches a cold. There's warm soup waiting for you!" Liz says as I help him up the stoop and lead him to the living-room while Tony carries the bags in.

After a few minutes and some more recommendations from Liz, the couple leaves and I serve us dinner on the couch. Liam tries to argue that he isn't really hungry but he still gulps a bowl of soup and a share of fresh fruit-salad before the private nurse arrives for her evening visit. There is not much she needs to do since the bandages were changed before he left the hospital, so she just checks his blood pressure, temperature and some of the bruises; she quickly cleans up again the scratches on his face and makes sure that he has taken his pills. Once she has left, I turn on the TV for a while but I soon realize that Liam is dozing off, lying on the couch with his feet over my lap.

"Time to go to sleep, Baby..." I whisper, switching off the TV and softly patting his shins, causing him to reopen his eyes widely.

"It's too early... We can stay up a little while longer..." he protests lightly but I can see that his eyes are claiming for sleep. I get up from the couch with a chuckle and lean down to pick him up in my arms.

"You need rest and so do I," I simply say as I carry him. I slept barely an hour last night and will definitely appreciate a full night of sleep.

"Hey I can walk!!!" he whines, wriggling in my arms and grimacing from the pain.

"I know you can, Liam, but it'll be easier like this, so stop squirming..." I order, as I start climbing the stairs. Once in our bedroom, I take him to the bathroom for a quick evening routine and then I lead him to the bed where he slowly and carefully sits down. I help him out of his sweat pants and sweater, leaving him in only his briefs and my tee-shirt before I go to my walk-in closet to get a pair of pajama bottoms for me. A few seconds later, I join him in bed. He is lying on his left side, eyes closed, and I think he has already passed out, so I carefully pull him into my arms and close my eyes as well, feeling utter relief at the thought that I can finally hold him again.

"Josh...?" he whisper-calls me.

"Hmm...?"

"I just wanted to say... I'm sorry you had to worry..." he says remorsefully.

"Shh... sleep Baby... we'll talk tomorrow..." I reply, softly brushing his back.

"Are you angry at me?" he then asks and it takes me a few seconds to decide on what I should answer. I really don't want to have this conversation now. I don't want him to worry about anything and we both need some sleep.

"Nope..." I sigh, feeling sleep slowly taking me.

"Really...?" he exclaims.

"Well, yes, I'm a bit angry at you, but don't worry about that now," I finally admit.

"How much angry...?" he whispers.

"Argh Liam! Shut up and sleep!"

"Please tell me!"

"Just a bit, now please shut up and sleep!" I order with a sigh and he seems to have finally understood the message. Or maybe he hasn't.

"Josh, I love you..." Liam says in a sleepy whisper a few minutes later.

"Me too baby, but honestly, if you don't shut up and sleep now, I might as well spank that one buttock of yours that doesn't have bruises..." I warn him.

"Mmh... tempting..." he murmurs but this time I don't comment because I can already feel myself hardening and this is definitely not the right time for this either.

* * *

Well, that was a long night... for me. Going to sleep at barely nine in the evening, I wasn't expecting to last until six the next morning, but I did and I guess I needed it for once. However, Liam needs even more and I don't intend to wake him any time soon, so after a long moment of just staring at his peaceful face, I cautiously disentangle myself from him and tuck him under the comforter. With a last look at him and bearing a happy smile, I head out of the bedroom, surprised to be met with the delicious smell of baking. Argh Liz... What is she doing here on a Sunday morning?

"What the hell are you doing?" I groan as I lean down to kiss her cheek, making her slightly startle.

"I saw the lights went out early in here last night... You must have been tired, sweetie..." she replies with her motherly tone. "And I was awake early so I thought I could bake you some scones... Liam loves them..."

"Liz, it's Sunday; you don't work on Sundays and Tony will end up killing me if you spend too much time here!"

"Joshua!!! Tony would never kill you! You know that!" she exclaims.

"Maybe not, but he'll be grumpy and complain..." I argue.

"Tony is not like that..." she chuckles rolling her eyes. Huh, of course he is. Sometimes I wonder if we are talking about the same Tony. "Anyway, I'm done here!" she adds, pulling out the freshly baked scones from the oven and my stomach growls in answer. Liz is such a great cook!

"Thank you, Liz. Now go home and take care of your bear..." I order her.

"I'm sure he'll appreciate that new nickname..." she chuckles, patting my chest.

"And you'd better not tell him..."

"How did Liam do last night by the way?" she then asks as I walk her to the entrance door. I wriggle my eyebrows and grin evily at her for an answer. "Josh!!!!" she exclaims in a whisper. "I wasn't talking about that..."

"Just kidding..." I guffaw at her. That's not something I would discuss with her, but her expression was priceless. "He slept well, Liz. He mumbled a bit into his sleep, but it wasn't much."

"Good! Come over for an afternoon coffee if you want and if Liam feels better, okay?" she offers.

"We'll see. Thanks for the breakfast!"

After Liz has left, I prepare myself a latte and grab a scone that I take to my office. I spend a good couple of hours in my study working on a few things and a bit before nine, I decide to go and wake up Liam with breakfast on a tray. He has been sleeping for nearly twelve hours and anyway, the nurse is due to show up at 9:30. He is actually stirring in bed when I walk into the bedroom. After a shower of kisses all over his face, I help him to rest against the headboard of the bed and feed him, using his bandaged hands as a pretext. I can tell that he is still suffering from his injuries and bruises, and mostly from the cracked ribs, but it seems to be better than yesterday. After the nurse's visit, during which she removed the bandages and quickly checked the other scratches and bruises, we just cuddle in bed in silence, me on my back and Liam snuggled to my side, his right hand carelessly resting over my stomach.

"Josh... I think I need a shower..." Liam suddenly says.

I make a sniffling sound and chuckle. "Yeah I think you do..."

"I don't smell that bad..." he grumbles, slapping my chest.

"True, but I will still run a bath for us," I reply, getting up from the bed. While the tub fills with warm water and foam, I make sure that I have everything I will need within hands' reach, towels, fresh clothes and our mobile phones. When I walk back to the bed, Liam is trying to stand up but it doesn't look too easy for him so I hurry to his side to help him up.

"Josh!! That's fine, I can manage..." he whines and I let him walk on his own to the bathroom at a slow pace, just making sure he is not going to fall. Once by the tub, I pull down my pajama pants and look at him struggling with the tee-shirt. He first tries to pull the hem up but the effort seems to be too painful, so he then tries to pull the collar over his head but it doesn't work either. With a sigh, he then tries to pull on one of the sleeves but twisting his torso turns out quite difficult due to his cracked ribs and I can't help chuckling at his annoyed groan.

"Why don't you help instead of making fun of me???" he asks dryly, making me laugh even harder.

"You just needed to ask, Mister I-Can-Manage-On-My-Own..." I reply after a few seconds, carefully helping him out of the tee-shirt and pulling down his boxer briefs. I try not to tense too much at the sight of all the bruises over his naked body, but I can't suppress a groan of anger. Then I hold his arm as he steps into the tub before I go in myself and we both sit in the warm water, Liam resting his back against my chest and making sure to keep his hands out.

"Oh God, it feels good..." he sighs, resting his head against my shoulder.

"It'll relax your muscles," I comment, kissing his temple. Liam's phone rings at that moment and I grab it to check who's calling. "That's Shannon... Do you want to answer now?"

"Hmm no... I'll call him back later..." Liam replies, tensing against me. I put the phone back on the stool where it was sitting and wrap my arms around Liam.

"Are you going to tell him?" I ask softly.

"No..." Liam replies after a minute of hesitation. "I don't want him to freak out while he's away... he would probably leave his job and hurry back to Chicago... And anyway, by the time he comes back, I'll be fully healed so there's no need telling him..." The selfish part of me approves of his decision not to tell him now. While his friend is away, I know that it is easier for me to keep Liam around at my place.

"You can tell him later, when he's back," I suggest.

"No... Me getting hurt never sits well with Shannon... So he doesn't need to know..." he whispers.

"It's up to you, Baby, but I still think you should tell him at some point..." I suggest.

"I'll think about it..." he sighs and I just let him mull over his thoughts for a few minutes. "Are you still angry with me?" he then suddenly asks out of the blue, reminding me of our sleepy conversation last night. That's a good question though. Am I still angry with him? Of course, I am feeling more than relieved that he is now safe in my arms, but remembering how he recklessly put himself in danger reminds that he broached at least two major rules and I will definitely need to firm up on his behavior. Our three-week separation kind of broke that strict grasp I had on him and for sure our relationship has moved on to something stronger, but our lifestyle is still here and we have both agreed to keep it going. So this means that I will have to reaffirm my dominant position and this will go through some talking. I gently tug on his chin to flip his head to the side so that I can lock eyes with him.

"A bit, yeah... You slacked on communication when you perfectly know that you should have talked to me about your doubts; you put yourself in danger, risking your life; you worried me like hell..."

"I'm sorry..." he breathes out. "I won't do it again..."

"I bet you won't do it again... and believe me I'll make you remember..." I reply without joking.

"Are you going to punish me badly... Master...?" Liam whispers with a smug face, causing me to frown at him.

"Not in that way, idiot..."

"You mean... no spanking...? No flogger...?"

"Liam! Have you seen your body? Don't you think you're hurting enough?" I surprisingly find some disappointment in his eyes but I still go on. "Anyway, a physical punishment is not what you need. And believe me, what I have planned will be more painful and annoying than a spanking, you naughty boy... From now on, I want you to always keep me informed of wherever you may go and either Tony or Jeff will drive you. And if you disobey, I will know..." I say, fumbling with his collar. That GPS beacon might be more useful than I would have thought.

"Are you kidding me? I don't want Tony on my back all the time..." Liam complains, shifting slowly to face me.

"That was his idea by the way, and I fully agree with him. You should know that Tony was pretty angry too and very worried. Don't expect him to get off your back any time soon..." I warn him and his mouth turns into a cute little pout that I briefly kiss. "I was really scared I was going to lose you, Baby... so don't blame me for becoming a bit more overprotective now... I just want you safe. Can you understand this?"

"Mmh... but isn't the tracker in my collar enough?" he tries to argue.

"It was good, but it's not enough. It doesn't prevent danger."

"But I'll be careful from now on... I promise..."

"Enough, Liam. This is what you get until I can trust you again..." I reply firmly and he lowers his head.

"So... no spanking...?" he then says, looking up at me through his eyelashes and running a finger along my collarbone before it reaches down my right nipple and circles it, making me grow hard very quickly. "You said one of my buttocks has no bruises..."

"Shut up, you little masochist..." I growl, catching his hand and keeping it quiet against my chest. "You'll get spankings once you have healed... and trust me, I'm gonna have you on a tight leash..."

With that, I remove the tub plug before I grab a bottle shower gel and begin to lather his hair and body, careful not to hurt him, insisting a bit on his hard-on. Once we are both clean and dry, I lead him back to the bed and make sure that he is comfortably lying in the middle. Since I didn't bother to get us dressed, I notice that Liam's erection is still straining against his abs and the little creep is actually bearing that smug expression that clearly shows lust, making my own manhood spring back to life again.

"It seems like someone's having a problem down there..." I whisper in his ear as I hover over his body, holding off my weight so I don't crush him. I lick the little crease beneath his ear, making him moan some more. "Too bad you're not allowed to touch yourself..." I tease him.

"Please... Joshua..." he begs.

"Please who...?" I insist, softly nibbling on his earlobe.

"Please, Master..." he breathes out with a long moan.

"Yeah, that's better... Don't move..." I whisper huskily to him before I start dropping soft kisses on the soft skin of his face. For the next ten minutes, I cover every inch of bruised skin with feathery kisses, brushing them very lightly with my lips, starting with his cheeks, his left shoulder and arm, his chest, his other arm, his thighs. His cock is now leaking with precum and I already salivate at the thought of licking it. Liam is panting with need, so I lean down and flick my tongue over the wet head of his manhood, insisting on the sensitive slit and tasting him on my tongue. I gently spread his legs open and kneel between them, making him gasp when I start bobbing my head up and down as I swallow more and more of his cock. Liam quickly turns into a moaning mess and writhes his hips beneath my hands although I try to keep him quiet.

"Please..."

"Please what, Pet?" I ask, licking his whole length from base to tip.

"I want to cum... please, Master..."

"You may come whenever you want, Pet..." I tell him before I take him back in my mouth and get back to bobbing up and down his length. A few seconds later, his breathing accelerates; his balls tighten up; all his muscles tense and his eyes squeeze close; his fingers clench on the sheet and as I take him deeper, his hips try to rock and long streams of sweet-salty cream hit the back of my throat while he lets out a long scream of pleasure. Willing to make it last longer, I continue to swirl my tongue around his sensitive shaft, adding some pressure with my lips and sucking on his mushroom head to suck him dry until I let go of it with a pop sound. I run another trail of kisses along his chest up to his neck, his chin and finally his mouth where I plunge my tongue and caress his own wet muscle with the tip of mine. "Feeling better, Baby?"

"Mmmmh..." is his answer and I chuckle as I lie down beside him and shift him to his side so that I can hold him to my side while I lay on my back. "That was great... thank you..." he finally sighs, running his fingers down my chest and... toward my erection but I capture his hand and bring it back to my torso.

"You need to rest now, Baby..."

"But I want to return the favor..." he whines, lifting up his head. "Please let me take care of your problem..."

"That's not a problem..." I argue. As much as I'd love some release, Liam needs to rest.

"Liar..." he sighs, resting his head back on my chest.

"I can manage... and I am allowed to touch myself. If I really need to, I can go and relieve myself in the shower while you sleep..." I tease him, and that makes him snap his head back up and stare at me with wide-opened eyes.

"You wouldn't do that... would you ?" I stick my tongue out and grin at him. "Do you often do that? I mean... do you often do that in my back? I mean... when I am not around? Is that why you can last so long when we have sex?" His flow of stuttering questions makes me laugh.

"No, I never do that when you're not around. It's more fun when you watch me..." I explain, grabbing my hard shaft in my left hand and beginning to stroke it, groaning deeply as my thumb passes over the head. In the end, I am not against giving a little show to my sweet boy who lies his head back down on my stomach after smiling at me. After a few minutes of going back and forth along my length, I feel that hot sensation building down there and I know that I am about to climax. Before I know it, just as semen starts to spurt out, the little minx who was watching me jerk myself off leans over and wraps his lips around my girth, groaning and sending vibrations through my shaft, licking it clean before he turns back to me so that I can pull him in for a kiss.

"That was damn hot..." Liam murmurs against my lips, making me chuckle.

"Yeah... you'd better get some sleep now while I get some work done and before the nurse comes back..." I instruct, making him lie on his back and pulling the comforter over him.

"You're not staying?" he asks, disappointment displaying on his face.

"I'll stay for a bit, but then I need to go work... I need to prepare a meeting for tomorrow morning and there are some important phone calls I need to pass as well," I explain, as Liam shifts back on his left side and tightly winds his arm around my waist, as if it was going to prevent me from escaping from his hold once he is asleep. I actually love when he gets all clingy like this. It makes me feel important to him; more important than anything else; as if he needs me as much as I need him. I wish I could never leave his side at all and always keep him to myself. "Liam... I want you to move in with me... for good..."

Published on 16 Dec 2016

Sorry for a late update again, but as I was saying on my wall, I just had a sudden huge inspiration for Twisted Moon and spent most of the last two days (beside work of course) writing a long chapter for the third story. I couldn't leave it aside while it was there...

Next chapter will be the transition with the last part of this story. I could have stopped it there actually or at the one after next, and jump to the epilogue but then that's Shannon's coming back and I thought it could be fun to cover the first chapters of I Was Shooting For The Moon, I Hit Two Stars in Joshua's and Liam's POV. They will be like bonus chapters...

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this one and until the next update, I'm going back to Camden and his naughty Noah!