Phoenix Falling

Chapter 12

Liam's birthday was coming up. I wanted to something special for him. I wanted to get away. Sitting at breakfast with Tim one morning a few days after mom and Harry had taken Heather home I asked him. 

"Liam, for your birthday I want to take you to Vegas."  I didn't actually ask, more like told. I had a plan too. The plan was to make love to him. He still hadn't touched me. As the days went by I kept thinking more and more about the fact that it could be him, wary to touch me after Connor. He looked up from his plate and looked at Tim who must have given him a nod. 

"You're ok with that right dad?" I asked him just to make sure. He nodded.

"Anything you want sweetie." He said, Jeeze he spoiled me. 

"If you want to go to Vegas it's been awhile I'd like to go." Liam answered. I nodded. That clinched it. I would book us a hotel for the weekend of his birthday. I went on my phone. His birthday was six days away. I found us a room at The Bellagio. On sale for birthdays. That's awesome. I had no idea what Vegas was like but everyone knew about the Bellagio. 

"K we are booked two nights." I said, putting down my phone. 

"I should have paid for that." Liam said his credit card in hand. I shook my head. But Tim spoke up.

"Nope, consider it a birthday present." He said cheerily from the sink. 

    The next six day's wen't by agonizingly slow. I did up a resume. I should find some sort of summer job to keep my busy while I waited for school. I kept hoping and praying I would get accepted to the University of Arizona. I didn't want to go back to LA. I had decided to leave my stuff at Connor's apartment. It was after all just stuff. I didn't want to deal with it. I didn't want to go back there. I knew he was still in Phoenix. From what Peyton said, he was going to end up back in rehab quickly. She had caught him in his car in the driveway injecting heroin into his veins. I felt bad for him. He really did have a problem. But I also felt relieved to be away from him. 

    The day before we were to drive to Vegas I walked out and checked the mail. A large brown envelope from the University of Arizona addressed to be sitting in the box. I laid it on the table and stared at it. Picking it up multiple times ready to tear it open and then putting it back down. At 6 pm when Tim got home I was still sitting there. He walked through the door with Liam and Chuck. 

"Hi Olivia, what are you doing?" He asked me. I looked up, 

"Shoot, I'm sorry I forgot about dinner." I said jumping up to start making it. I ran to the fridge looking for food. 

"Olivia," Tim called from the dining room. 

"Come open this envelope first." He said, so I walked back. Picked it up. I started at it again. 

"Have you been looking at that all day?" Chuck asked me. I nodded. 

"Damn girl open it." He said smiling at me. So I did. I scanned the letter once, twice, three times. 

"Well?" Liam asked. I smiled. 

"I got in!" I said happily. Everyone hugged me. Then Chuck said, 

"So we're going for dinner. I'm buying." While he patted me on the back. I was so happy. Everything in life was falling into place. I could stay here, be with Liam. Although I'm sure he would follow me wherever I needed to go. When we arrived at dinner I was surprised that Norra and Peyton were waiting for us. 

"I invited them." Chuck whispered to me. 

"I kind of like Peyton." He confided. I smiled at him, then I leaned in. 

"Chuck, if you hurt her I'll kill you." I said. He nodded and gave me a salute. We proceeded to have a happy meal together. The next morning Liam and I took my car on a five hour road trip to Vegas. My suitcase was filled with skimpy bikinis and sexy lingerie. All attempts at having him make love to me. When we arrived at the hotel I was surprised at what a fancy resort I had booked us into. 

"Wow." I said as we walked past the dancing fountains and in the front doors. 

"You booked one of the fanciest places on the strip." He said, giggling as he pulled me by my hand. I checked us in and we headed up to the room. When the door closed I pushed myself against him. Bringing my hands around his neck and pulling his mouth to mine. He kissed me deeply back, but as per his usual self he wavered and quit halfway through. My heart sank. He put our suitcases on the couch. Then turned to face me. 

"Why don't you clean up? It was a hot drive. I'll be right back." He said leaving the room. I watched his retreating back. Tears threatening to well up and spill over. Why wouldn't he make love to me? I wanted to so bad. I had tried everyday and everyday I was rejected. When the door closed I let the tears fall. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, getting inside and rinsing the pain off of me. I deserved this. I had made him feel this way for a whole year. 

******** Liam ********

    When we walked in the hotel room she thrust he body against me. I could feel her every curve. She wrapped her arms around my neck and brought my mouth to hers. God I wanted to peel every stitch of clothing off of her. I wanted to lay her on that bed and engulf myself in her until she screamed my name. To spill my seed in her until the memory of Connor was gone. But I couldn't. I stopped her. Like I had every time she had tried. I felt bad about it. But something just nagged me. Something wouldn't let me. I set the bags down and then I needed air. My erection was pushing hard against the fabric of my jeans. f**k. I needed to get off. She had been forcing me to masturbate daily, or twice daily, or three times daily. I was like a damn teenager. 

"Wh don't you clean up? It was a hot drive. I'll be right back." I said to her, turning to leave. I could see her shiny tearful eyes. If she cried I'd break. I stepped out into the hall and I heard a slight sob. Dammit. I'm being such an asshole. I've slept with other women in my life. Why was it so hard for me to get past the fact that she had experienced one other man? One she wanted the hell away from to boot. I breathed deep, adjusted the crotch of my pants and headed down stairs. I needed a whiskey, maybe that would do it. I sat down at the bar and ordered one on the rocks. Sipping it slowly. Feeling it burn my stomach. An old man sat down next to me. 

"What ail's you young fella?" he asked me as he ordered the same drink. Yea right. Like I was going to spill to some old fart. I just shrugged and threw out some cash for his drink. 

"Woman problems ain't it." He said sipping slowly on his glass. I downed mine. 

"One more," I called down the bar. Then I sipped a little faster on that one. 

"Well kid, if she's got you this tangled up. Then you're done for." He said quietly. He was right, I was done for. That damn woman had every fibre of my being in her pocket. I was quiet for a minute. 

"The love of my life broke up with me via a letter while I was on active duty." I said quietly. He whistled. 

"Ouch, that hurt." He said. I nodded in agreement. Why not tell him. He won't know any of these people. 

"Then I came home after an explosion blew a leg off my best friend. Killed my dog and some of my other men to find her banging some other guy." I said, he nodded. 

"Yup that'll get you every time won't it son." He said, raising his hand for another. I ordered one more and paid for both our drinks. 

"She's pregnant, it's not mine. I told her I would raise it. I'm trying." I said quietly. He looked at me, I could see him through the corner of my eye. Peering in my direction. 

"You're one hell of a man." He said. I looked at him. 

"Most men your age would run for the hills. She's damn lucky." He said, setting his drink down. 

"So what's the issue?" He asked me. I took a deep breath. 

"I can't make love to her." I said quietly. I didn't want anyone else hearing this. He nodded. 

"I get it kid, someone else has been in your territory. Ain't like she's a one night thing. You wanted her for you. But son, a woman needs some love now and then." He said, picking his drink back up. I nodded. 

"She won't keep her hands off me. She's got me all kinds of f****d up." I said, he laughed and nodded. 

"My wife cheated once. Damn did that hurt. But really life went back to normal once I forgave her. I'm sure it's tougher with that little one in there right now. But damn boy. If you love her enough to raise that baby, you love her enough for that." He said, then he gave me a push. 

"Go love that woman son, before she finds someone else to do it for you. Thanks for the drink." He said winking. I didn't think she'd actually go find someone else to make love to her. But he was right. I said I forgave her, if I really did why couldn't I do this? On my way back up to the room I passed a ticket booth selling tickets to shows for tonight. I stopped and picked up two. Then headed up and found her watching TV laying on the bed naked. f**k. My breath escaped me. I checked my watch. No, this had to be a time consuming love making. We needed to get dressed and go to the show. 

"Did you bring something nice to wear?" I asked her as I closed the door. She nodded. 

"Well get dressed baby, we are going out." I said, grabbing her hand and pulling her sexy naked body to me. I kissed her. Deeply. Then I swatted her rear and sent her walking away. Oh the fine curves of her ass made my manhood twinge with want. I turned and pulled my suit out of it's bag. 

       ******** Olivia ********

    I could see him there in the mirror.  Pulling his trousers up over his tight thighs.  He buttoned them and turned his eyes meeting mine.  His lip curled up in a sexy smile when he noticed me looking.  I stood in the bathroom in just my bra and panties and at that moment I wanted him more than I ever had.  You could cut the s****l tension in this room with a butter knife. Something had changed in how he looked at me. Something had shifted, it was a good shift. I had a feeling. Tonight was the night. I started to throb and my breathing became rapid as he lifted his shirt from the bed and slowly slid it up his arms.  There was something carnal about watching him put his clothes on.  As he did up one button at a time I held his gaze fighting the urge to go and undo every button that he has just done up.  We had been together for almost a month and not once has he made love to me yet.  I wondered often if he didn’t want to because I was pregnant with another man’s baby.  When he began tucking his shirt in I turned away to finish pinning my hair into a curly bun.  I could feel his eye’s on me and if I turned my head the right way I could just barely see him.  He was sitting on the bed, his shirt undone one button and a tie slung around his neck.  His eye’s on me.  I leaned over the sink acting as though I was applying my makeup but in reality I was giving him a better view of my derriere. I turned my rear side to side.  Hoping that he would fall for it.  We could skip going out to stay in.  I finished applying my mascara and turned so my back would be to the mirror in the hall.  Then I slipped my pantyhose over one toe.  Bending to give him a perfect view.  I pulled the satin fabric up over my thigh.  Hooking the band into the hooks of the garter belt I was wearing.  Then bending I proceeded to slide the toe of my other foot into the satiny fabric of the other piece once again bending to give him a show.  I was wearing white lace panties that left little to the imagination and I was certain he would enjoy what he saw.  Standing I then walked out into the bedroom.  His face was a little red, as I was sure was mine.  I smiled at him sweetly and innocently as I zipped open the bag that my dress was in. Peyton had loaned it to me just incase we went out.  I pulled out the flowy fabric.  It was lilac coloured and long.  I slipped my feet into it and slid it up over the curves of my bottom.  Sliding my arms through the cap sleeves I looked over my shoulder at him.  He instantly stood up and walked up behind me slowly zipping me up.  His thumb burning my skin as he slid the zipper from the top of my panties to my upper back.  I felt goose bumps tingle across my arms and where he had touched me I felt like the skin might spontaneously combust.  He leaned forward and kissed my shoulder when he had fastened the top eye hook.  I moaned quietly at the feeling of his mouth on my skin.  

“Thanks for the show.” He whispered into my ear.  I turned to face him and tried to wrap my arms around him but he dodged me.  I’m sure there was a look of utter dissapointment on my face at that moment.  Because he started to giggle,

“You look like a sad puppy that lost her toy.” He said happily.  I frowned at him because I had just been denied my toy.  

“Liam, let’s stay in.” I whispered.  He looked seriously at me and for a moment I thought he was going to cave but then,

“Olivia, believe me I want nothing more than to undo that dress and make love to you all night.  But I bought these tickets and we are going.  Besides I want to tease you for the next few hours anyway.”  He said, Tickets? He bought tickets?  I grabbed my high heels and put them on then followed him out in the hall to the elevator.  When the door on the elevator slid shut he turned to me and pushed me into the corner.  His hands on either side of me.  

“I love this dress.” He said sliding a finger into the sweetheart neckline at my bust.  His finger pushed between my cleavage and he bent to kiss the top of my breasts.  His mouth scalding my skin in desire.  

“I love this too.” He whispered his hand sliding into the thigh high slit.  He moved his hand around to my buttock and slipped his thumb underneath the lace fabric of my panties. 

“Teasing me with these was a pretty sly thing to try Miss Dawson.” He whispered his mouth just barely not touching mine.  He slid his hand  down my rear, down my thighs lifting my leg and wrapping it around his waist.  His mouth still not quite touching mine he said,

“When we get back to this hotel I want you to wrap both of your legs around me.” he whispered. I tried to kiss him but he pushed me back.  My leg still wrapped around him he slid his hand up my thigh his fingers trailing tingles all the way along. I gasped into the air when his fingers slipped inside my panties. Sliding along my dripping hot slit. Then he pulled away from me, my leg dropping to the floor. He put his finger in his mouth tasting me. I almost came right there. But the door opened and he pulled me by the hand out the door. Keeping his distance in the elevator and keeping a hold of my hand.

“Liam!” I said exasperated. The desire in my body coursing through my veins.

 “Liam, let’s go back to the room.” I pleaded.  He shook his head no and led me out through the lobby.  I noticed people gazing at us and I didn’t really care if they knew how badly I was desiring this man.  As we passed through the Foyer of the hotel I looked into the mirror on the wall and stopped.  Daaaammmmnnn we looked good.  My Lilac dress tight across the top of my breast, it flowed softly down my body. Hiding the slight bump that had begun to form around my middle.The small off shoulder sleeves adding a little pop of something different.  It cascaded freely to the ground in soft ruffles and on the right hand side the dress was split from the floor directly up my leg almost to my hip.  Liam leaned in and kissed my temple.  

“You are a knock out miss Dawson.” I smiled at him.  He handed the doorman his cell phone and said,

“Would you mind snapping a photo of my girl and I?” The doorman graceously obliged snapping a photo just as Liam put his lips to my temple again.  There was a small black car waiting for us and we stepped in shutting the rest of the world out.  

He took me to the MGM.  My mind was racing.  Where were we going? What were we going to see? The men out front were dressed like Chester’s.  a Circus? He showed them his phone and they scanned tickets off there and directed us down the hallway to the left with signs that read VIP.  Wow he must have paid a lot for these tickets.  The next door there were two women in masquerade masks with huge vintage gowns.  I still had no idea what was going on.  As we walked into the room behind them a server presented us with champagne.  I turned mine down and opted for sparkling apple juice.  We sipped our glasses and walked around the room.  In the corner I could see a shopping area so I walk towards it picking up a book of post cards.  I turn to Liam, 

“You bought me Cirque Du Soliel tickets?” He smiled and nodded.  I giggled and clapped my hands excitedly. But my desire for him was not forgotten. I wondered briefly if he would take me in the bathroom. But I knew that was out of the question. We browsed through the merchandise opting for a mug and a keychain each.  Then we went over to where there seemed to be a large crowd gathering.  In the corner a man was swallowing a flaming sword.  I watched in awe as the blade disappeared and then re-appeared.  Then I burst into applause with the rest of the crowd.  Just as he finished his show a horn sounded and the curtains to the right of us opened to the big tent.  We walked with the crowd to that direction.  Ushers were taking groups of people to their seats.  A young woman looked at Liam’s phone and started leading us down the stairs to our seats.  We walked straight to the bottom.  Holy crap he got us front row seats! And right directly to the middle of the stage.  Liam walked in front of me holding my hand and when we got to our seats he waited for me to sit before taking his own.  I rested my head on his shoulder, 

“Thank you for bringing me to this.” I whispered. He smiled and ran his thumb down my jaw line kissing me softly on the lips.  

“You are welcome my love.” Then the lights dimmed and a spot light shone up high in the rafters where a woman sat perched on a beam. She looked like a parrot with her bright face paint.  She was wearing a bright blue Leotard with feathers strewn across it.  She suddenly stood and gracefully swan dived from the beam so far above.  Plummeting towards the earth.  He arms out with feathers billowing softly like wings from the underside.  Just before she hit the ground her cables caught her and she soared over us.  Out to a platform up in front of the balcony seats behind us.  My heart was racing from how close she had been to hitting the ground.  I cheered for her amazing bravery.  

“Oh my god, wow!” I screeched squeezing Liam’s hand.  He smiled at me as acrobats and dancers made their way onto the stage.  All of them dressed as animals from the jungle. 

******** Liam ********

    Why had I teased her like that? All it had done was make my manhood rock hard and throb all night. God her slit had been so hot, so warm. When she had asked me to go back to the room I had almost done it. I wanted to slide into her so bad. Feel her envelope me. It had been so long. But no, good things come to those who wait and patience is a virtue yada yada yada. Teasing her had gotten me nothing but pain though. Dammit every time she moved she brushed me. I was uncomfortable. I needed release. She laughed at something in the show and brushed my knee. s**t. Then she put her hand on my hand and looked at me with those beautiful eyes. Showing me her kind, beautiful soul f**k. A waft of air pushed the sent of her into my nose. I breathed it in and looked down at her beautiful perky breasts, peeking slightly out from under her dress. Oh my god. 

"I'll be right back." I said, rising and excusing myself. I headed for the restroom. If I sat near her one more minute I was going to come, like a teenager in my damn seat. I sat in the stall, unzipped myself and pulled my rock hard erection from inside. Damn, it was throbbing so hard in my hand. f**k. Why hadn't it gone down on its own. I was not into this kind of s**t. Relatively traditional when you got down to it. Never a public place kind of guy. But I stroked it. I wanted to show her a good time. How would I do that if I busted a nut as soon as I got her to the room? I gripped it tight, sliding my hand up and down it. My god how she tasted. Just like I remembered. It was like we had never been apart. She was so slick, I brought my finger to my nose and sniffed it. Oh she smelled like musky, sexy woman. Yes, I was getting there. My balls tightening, my rod stiffening even more if that was possible. I tried to black out the men moving around outside the stall. I needed this release. I kept sliding my hand up and down. Working myself as hard as I could. God that underwear, I want to get her to that room. Peel her out of that sexy dress and see that underwear I came. In one glorious second I came. I sat for a minute gloriously enjoying my release. My whole body tensed. Then I stood and zipped up. When I returned to my seat so did my erection. Dammit. I needed this to be over right now. 

******** Olivia ********

When the show was over I wanted to rush right back to the hotel.  But Liam held me back sauntering slowly towards the parking lot.  My high heels started bothering me. I started slowing down my stride.  Giving the odd little shuffle now and then.  I saw him glance at me out of the corner of his eye once and awhile. Then suddenly he scooped me off of my feet.  I squealed in delight the elderly couples near us turning to give us looks of disgust as we interrupted the silence. But quickly they turned to looks of longing or remembrance. He was in his Marine formal uniform after all. One elderly lady smiled at me and I smiled right back.  He packed me all the way out to the waiting car.  And slid me inside.  When he sat down beside me I slid onto his lap wrapping my arms around his neck. He chuckled into my hair,

“Love you should have your seatbelt on.” I nodded knowing he was right.  

“Maybe baby but I don’t want to.”  I sat up to look at him smiling at him.  

“I love you Liam.” I said and I meant it at that moment more than I had ever meant it before.  He smiled,

“I love you to Olivia.” He whispered. The ride to the hotel was excruciatingly long. I was wet with longing. A deep ache radiating through my groin. I had almost slid him from his pants and slid myself onto him in the car. But he wouldn't ever let that happen. But when the elevator doors shut he took my face in his hands and kissed me passionately.  His tongue exploring my mouth.  I undid his tie and the first few buttons of his shirt and he began pulling pins out of my hair.  Curls cascading down over my shoulders.  When the door dinged open he practically drug me down the hall. God why was he in a hurry now? Hadn't he been the one holding out on me? He hurriedly opened the room door slamming it shut behind us.  Dragging my face back to his while he unzipped my dress.  It fell to the floor in a pool of pale purple chiffon.  I threw his tie to the floor and finished unbuttoning his shirt.  I kissed his muscled chest my hands sliding his shirt down his muscled arms.  My body tingled with the desire pulsing through my veins.  His hands cupped my buttocks and he lifted me into his arms.

"Oh my god Liam, I need you so bad." I moaned into his mouth throwing his shirt across the room.  He backed me up against the wall pinioning my body in suspension.  Unfastening my bra and giving it a toss he brought his mouth to my throat biting and kissing his way across my skin.  

“Liam.” I cried into the night my hands tangling into his hair. He dropped me onto the bed kissing my breasts.  Working his way down to my belly button.  Sitting up he unsnapped my garter belt from my thigh highs.  Then he slid my panties down.  I tilted my hips up giving him access to the part of my body that most craved him.  He stood and shed his boxers, the majesty of his curved manhood appearing to my delight. Then bent and planted kisses across my belly.  

“Liam!” I cried again needing him.  He smiled at me but continued his slow assault on my body.  His hands sliding down the satin fabric of my thigh highs.  His mouth gently carressing my skin.  I pulled at him trying in vain to get him to stop this torture.  

“Liam!” I begged this time.  He stopped, and came up to meet me.  Rolling onto his back he pulled me over him.  Straddling his pelvis I could feel his manhood hard and erect pushing against my thigh.  He splayed his palm across my sternum his fingers between my breasts.  I grasped his erection and firmly directed it to my goal slowly sliding myself down onto him.  The empty feeling I had felt for over a year finally being fed. A man who fit me perfectly. Every nook, every cranny touched by him. He sat up wrapping his arms around me kissing my neck and shoulders while we moved together.  I felt the pleasure building inside me and when it spilled over so did my tears.  I sobbed into his neck my fingers digging into his back. 

"Come in me please Liam." I cried out. He had never done it before. I wanted him too. He came with me squeezing me tight and crying my name into the night.  

"Oh god, Olivia. Please baby. Please." He cried out. Then he kissed my tears away concern in his voice,

“Olivia baby I didn’t hurt you did I?” I shook my head pulling him tighter.  

“No, I hurt both of us.” I sobbed, I clutched at him holding him as closely as I could. 

“Liam I just gave up on us.  I could have waited and we could have spent all this time making Love." He kissed my collar bone and trailed his fingers down my back leaving a tingly trail of skin.  

“Ok well If I had requested a transfer to state side, or if I hadn’t accepted the last mission there would have been no reason for you to feel like you needed someone else. We can pin this blame on either of us and really in the end we are getting no where.  Olivia, the day that I met you my life changed forever.  I had been so very angry so very lonely.  Then you came, you were my rock, my reason to breath, my reason to not be angry.  Before you I had a lot of PTSD, I never told you.  I should have, I should have told you everything you did for me.  I should never have let you feel lonely, or wanting for anything.  Everything happens for a reason though.  When I got your letter my whole world imploded.  I gave up on love, I gave up on life and I spent the rest of my tour shooting everyone and everything that I could.   When I thought that you were gone my life was no longer worth anything and because of that I did the best job I ever had.  But Olivia that is over.  Now we are together and I am never going to let you go again.” He laid down pulling me with him and holding me in his arms. His fingers lightly grazing over my back trailing a path around and around.  I laid on my stomach my head resting on his arm trailing my fingers lightly across his stomach. 

“Liam?” I asked quietly wondering if he had fallen asleep.

“Hmmm.” He murmered.  

“Why are you so accepting of this baby?” I asked nervously.  He propped his head up on his hand kissed me on the lips.  

“Love, that baby is half yours.  One day I will have my own baby with you but for now I will love this one.  I will treat it like my own.” He smiled at me and my heart melted.  Oh my god, he wants to have a baby with me? I kissed him.  

“Liam.” I whispered quietly wondering if he was asleep.  

“Hmmm.” He answered sleepily.  I stalled afraid to ask the question burning in my mind.  He brushed his fingers over my shoulder and popped open an eye to peer at me through the early sun coming in through the window.  

“Olivia?” He questioned me.  I looked up at the ceiling unable to hold his gaze.  

“Why did it take you so long to make love to me this time?” I blurted out quickly.  He was quiet. Uh oh. 

"Honestly?" He finally asked. I nodded. He was quiet again. Then he took a deep breath. 

"I was worried, I worried it would be different. I worried that I wouldn't be as good as he was. I worried that you would feel different. Taste different. I don't know I was just worried." He finished trailing off. 

Why what did you think?” He asked.  Of course with every question I had a hard time asking he would have one that I would have a hard time answering.  

"I thought you were punishing me. Or maybe you were disgusted that I'm pregnant. Or you didn't really want me back and you were just doing what you thought was right. I said. Full honesty. We had to be honest. .  I tried to pull away from him and sit up but he held me still his face tight with what looked like frustration.  

“Love I am so sorry if I made you feel that way. It is not that you're pregnant. It wasn't punishment. Although you punished me every time you touched me. Damn woman, I couldn't take anymore seduction. I do want you. I want you more than I ever have.” He said quietly pulling me even tighter.  

"I'm not going to lie, the idea of another man being inside you. Holding you. Kissing you. It bothered me for a long time. But I've decided it doesn't matter as long as I'm the one holding you now." He said into my hair. I smiled and I drifted off to sleep right where I belonged.