The Darkest Corners (The Club Book 4) Read Online Free

asshole.”
    Dana squinted. “I would have thought you were jealous.”
    “I was, until one day I realized that he wasn’t treating us any differently than he treated her.”
    “When did you have this epiphany?”
    Liam sighed. “When we got the news that she’d probably never walk again. He didn’t run. He didn’t freak out or scream. He didn’t go to the bar and get drunk, and then come home, pack up and leave. Do you know what he did?” Dana shook her head. “He came home and started researching the best wheelchairs for her, how to prevent bedsores, and how to make the house handicap accessible, everywhere. By the time Mom got out of rehab, he’d gotten most of the house updated for her. He had an elevator built onto the house.”
    “That’s what I remember,” Dana said. “You got so mad about it.”
    “Because I thought they would move into a rancher,” Liam explained. “I thought we could get out of the house where I spent my so-called miserable childhood. And when I saw Mom’s face light up at the realization she could get up and down in the house, I finally realized what an asshole I was to him.”
    “And now you trust him.”
    “Oh, Dana, I always trusted him. I just didn’t realize it. He was always there for me even if I treated him like crap. If I asked him for help, he would give it. And I’m a jerk for treating him as less than my dad.”
    “Are you leaving because you want to run away from him? From how you treated him?”
    “No.” Liam ran his fingers through her hair. “No, not at all. I’m leaving because I need to. I don’t belong here. I don’t know where I belong. Farming isn’t for me. Living in Idaho City doesn’t work either. Boise isn’t the answer. I’m heading for Seattle, and I’ll see what shakes loose there. I have a tech degree now, so I should be able to find something.”
    “You could work tech here.” Dana stared at him. “You know you could. There’s something more.”
    “I guess that’s why I’m leaving. I’m trying to figure it all out.”
    “I wish you’d reconsider.” Dana sighed, laying her head on his shoulder.
    “We’ve been through it a dozen and one times, now, Dana.”
    “I know.” She exhaled. “I just wish we could make this work. I don’t want my dad to pressure me into marrying someone else.”
    “Oh, I’m convenience now?” Liam loved to teaser about this.
    “Very convenient.”
    He rolled so he was above her. “Let’s see. You could marry…Lonny Dunbeck.”
    Dana laughed, running her hands down his sides to his backside. “Lonny Dunbeck’s IQ is room temperature at best, and he has the personality of a warm potato.”
    Liam started to nibble his way down her neck. “How about Charlie Farron?”
    “Charlie Chaplin?” Dana pulled her hand around to his hardening length between her legs. “With that damn hat and moustache? Please. I’ll have incredible cravings for duck soup all the time.”
    “How about Jason Makerny?” Liam let her guide his erection into her.
    She sighed as he filled her willing sex. “Jason Makerny is well known to have a pencil dick. And compared to what you’ve gotten me used to…”
    “You like this?” Liam pulled back and thrust into her.
    “Shit, yes.” She gasped, enraptured. “You spoil me with this cock.”
    He nipped at her breath, enjoyed the feeling of Dana’s tunnel gripping him tightly as he moved. He was going to miss this. She was a supple, gorgeous and sexual woman who had at some point moved from a booty call to an exclusive in his bed. Her breasts swayed gently, temptingly as he thrust deep. It was never making love with them, but it was never just a fuck either. With them, it was always good sex. The chemistry in bed connected them.
    Dana rolled them so she sat on top of him, the undulation of her hips erotic, pulling him into her. Liam knew what she wanted; he knew her body well. His finger dusted her clit, following as she moved. He watched as her hands wandered