Chapter 2 Not The Christmas I Planned

NOT THE CHRISTMAS I PLANNED

Emma's POV

The drive to the stranger's house was in a blur. We'd had a few more drinks, and I couldn't keep my hands to myself. I'd found myself giggling and laughing like a teenager who was having a fun time with her crush.

In his car, my fingers trailed his body and stopped when I reached his groin.

"Uhhh," I moaned as I felt his huge bulge beneath his trousers. Biting my lower lip, I squeezed it while staring into his eyes.

I saw his eyes close for a beat, and a groan escaped his mouth. Taking it as my cue, I pulled down his zip, freeing his huge c**k. My eyes widened at his size. He was at least twice Declan's size.

I started by stroking his huge shaft, squeezing it intermittently. My heart raced as his c**k grew in size as I stroked it. Then I felt his right hand roam my thigh to my chest, grabbing my breast in a squeeze.

A moan escaped my lips, and my grip on his c**k tightened, and I stroked him faster. He pulled my head down on him, he filled my mouth, and I gagged.

"Fuck," I heard him mutter as I sucked him.

When we arrived at his house, he carried me up the staircase, and my back crashed on a soft mattress. It only took a matter of seconds for my clothes to leave my body. And his eyes, hands and mouth ravaged my body.

I woke up to silence with no unfamiliar man sprawled next to me or pulling me back under the covers. The bed still smelled like him, and his woodsy cologne filled the room.

My thighs ached, my nipples felt like they'd been worshipped all night. I felt my entire muscle scream with pain like I'd done five marathons on my back. I winced, covering my face with my hand as last night's memories returned.

The way his wet tongue had teased my skin. How I'd screamed multiple times with pure ecstasy and how my legs had trembled when I'd climaxed.

God, how many did we...?

I blinked at the ceiling, remembering the sinful way he'd kissed me like he wanted to ruin me, which he did exactly that. I'd climbed him like I was auditioning for the best horse rider of the year.

Every corner in the room had been a perfect place for different positions. I had even given him a drunken blow job in the car and several other times.

A corner of his bed was wet, I'd squirted multiple times. Oh goodness me! I made a total mess of his room.

Shaking my head, I dragged the covers over me and sat up. I quickly spotted my bra on the lamp, and my dress was thrown in a corner of his room. It took me a minute to find my underwear.

Slipping into last night's clothes, I padded barefoot into the hallway. The place was surprisingly nice. I hadn't noticed it when we entered last night.

The faint sound of a voice pulled me toward the kitchen. I pushed at the door and peeked in. I froze.

There he was, shirtless, standing in navy joggers and holding a mug in one hand and his phone in the other. His back was to me. He had broad shoulders and tanned skin with a faint scratch mark under his shoulder.

I felt my cheeks heat up; the mark had probably been created by me.

"I know I said I'd bring someone, but obviously that's not happening. I don't have a girlfriend." He said into the phone and paused.

"Yeah, Patrick, I know how my mom is. She'll give me hell, but I can't just pull a girl out of nowhere."

'Maybe he's talking to his friend,' I reasoned, but stayed still.

"I'm not skipping Christmas. I already promised her."

I stood frozen, my heart beating faster. 'So... he needs a girlfriend? Interesting.'

He turned just as he hung up the call, and his eyes locked with mine.

"Oh " He set the phone down. "You're awake."

Holy hell, he's still shirtless. My brain blanked again. I tried not to look at his abs. But I failed.

I knew this man had been inside me. Five different positions last night, but now that I was sober and facing him in the morning light?

He was stupid hot. His light brown hair was in a messy bedhead style, a sharp jaw, a chest with little hair and toned abs that belonged to someone who worked with his hands.

"You okay?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"Mo... morning," I stuttered and stepped inside.

He walked over to the counter and poured coffee into another mug. "You want some?"

"Desperately." I nodded.

He handed me the mug, and as I took it, our fingers brushed. I stared at him for a moment and a ridiculous idea formed in my head. The crazy, reckless, very me kind of idea.

"So," I said slowly, leaning on the doorframe. "I didn't quite catch your name last night."

His brows rose. I quickly raised a finger. "In my defence, when you told me I was a little... preoccupied with you."

He chuckled, that same low, rumbling sound that had my toes curl last night. "Liam. Liam O'Connor."

"Emma Walsh," I said, giving a little mock curtsy. "Nice to meet you... again."

"I heard your call," I said in a low tone.

I noticed his muscles tense, but he relaxed immediately. "Right."

"You need a girlfriend. And I need a distraction."

"You want to be my fake girlfriend?" He asked, raising a brow.

I nodded before speaking. "Your family wants someone. I'm someone."

I paused, taking a sip of the coffee, letting it warm my throat. "You take me with you for Christmas. We pretend to be madly in love. Everyone's happy."

"You barely know me." He countered.

I shrugged. "You were inside me almost throughout the night. Feels like a fast track introduction."

He choked on his own sip, laughing. "Jesus."

"Come on," I said, leaning on the counter. "I need to get the hell out of London. I have nowhere to go, and I'd rather not spend my Christmas crying over a man who used my savings to screw someone else. Plus... you already promised your mom."

Liam stared at me, his grey eyes piercing into me. "You're serious."

"Completely."

He crossed his arms, staring thoughtfully at me. "You do know this would involve lying to my whole family throughout the year?"

"Yup."

"And staying in the same house as me."

"Worked out fine last night," I said with a cheeky smile.

"You're insane," he said, rubbing a hand on his face.

"I've been told so before," I said, rolling my eyes. "Is that a yes?"

A beat passed. "Alright. Let's do it."