Chapter 9: The gift

After a wonderful Christmas eve with Liv, Noah and Erika Liam and I head back home where I have an early gift waiting for him. We had been practicing with the anal toys since October and I was going to finally let Liam take me all the way by recreating the scene from Goddess of the moon. I change into one of his plain white t-shirts and grab a bottle of lube, taking it to the kitchen counter where Liam waits with a big Cheshire grin. He rips off his shirt and lifts me on the counter, while slyly pulling his shirt off of me and devours my breasts. One at a time teasing and licking. Pulling and kneading. My heart flutters as my clit pulsates with desire and anticipation.

His hands travel to the back of my thighs as he scoots me slightly over the edge leaving a trail of kisses down my stomach, to my clit, and further still till his tongue is pushing deep through my center.

Willow: Oh Liam.

I let out small short huffs of bated breath as pleasure shoots through my body like a wave trickling back out towards the sea slowly. I curl my fingers through is hair as his tongue slithers up and down my center circling my clit in a tease. His lips press together over the little nub and suck till I'm bucking wildly as my orgasm riddles through me. Liam kisses his way back up to my breasts as I slide down taking his pants and boxers with me. I tease his tip with little flicks of my tongue. He hissed through his teeth wrapping a hand around the back of my head guiding me further down his length.

Liam: Fuck yeah baby.

I slowly descend twirling my tongue around his girth before sucking my way back up stopping just at the rim of his tip. I strum my fingers gently over his balls with one hand, twisting my fingers around his shaft with the other. As his other hand grips the back of my head moving himself in and out of me a little faster.

Liam: Oh Jesus.

He pulls away suddenly lifting and turning me over the kitchen counter. One hand gently pushing my back further down as my nipples

harden on the cold surface. The cold wet drips of lube runs down my ass. His thumb rubs it around the rim while he slams his length into my pussy.

Liam: You ready for me baby.

Willow: Yes

I moan with a shaky pleasureful breath. He pulls out of my wet center and slowly pushes his tip through my ass. I suck in a breath and moan out as I lift my ass further against him. He ads more lube as he continues his slow torturous yet pleasureful descend into my uncharted hole.

Liam: Oh my god.

He moans out in a half huffed breath. A little more lube and he pushes all the way to his base. He grips my hip with one hand and lightly grips the front of my throat with the other as he slowly starts pumping in and out.

He drips more lube and begins pumping faster.

He reaches around the front of my mound and fingers my clit before slipping into my tingling pussy. The added index creates another surge of pleasure. I grip the counter arching my back as the new sensation takes control and I scream his name. My every muscle in my body tightens like a bow being drawn back, and like an arrow being released, an unbelievable orgasm rips through me.

Liam quickens his thrusts as he tenses up and grips my flesh tighter. His cock pulsates rapidly inside my ass as he lets out a moan of ecstasy releasing his orgasm leaving us both spent and beyond pleasured.

Liam: That was amazing.

He kisses along my back up to my cheek, before slowly pulling out. After a quick shower we drift to sleep in each other's arms.

Sometime in the night I woke from a dream. Though it almost felt more like a memory. It was the night of the frat party. I was lying in Bretts bed but it wasn't Brett undressing me it was the guy with dr Bensons eyes who had given me the drink. We were kissing and I seemed to be enjoying it though it didn't seem like me. I was still in some drunken fog. Suddenly a door flew open slamming against the wall. It's Brett or rather a blurred version of him.

Brett: What the fuck do you think you're doing Volkov!

He yells with a furry.

Mark: Claiming what is mine Peters.

Brett storms in yanking Mark off me. He shoves Brett off him mumbling something in Russian. Brett was an inch shorter than the guy but he was a bit more bulky maybe cause he played rugby. He slammed the guy against the wall.

Brett: You lost the bet. Willow is mine and I'm not sharing this one.

He screams in Marks face and shoved him towards the door. Mark yells in his Russian tongue as Brett slams the door shut and locks it. He walks over to me gripping my chin with force shaking his head.

Brett: Fucking asshole gave you a roofie.

He disappears in the bathroom and comes back with a glass of water. Sitting on the bed he holds me up and helps me drink it. After downing the entire glass my lips find his. Then I black out. This memory or dream has me grabbing my phone and running out the room. I run to the office and pull up the USC registry for the year I attended and type in the name Mark Volkov. When the picture pops up on my screen I sit frozen. It wasn't a dream. Bretts words sting as I hear them over and over again in my head. "You lost the bet".

I was a fucking prize in some stupid fraternity bet. How could I be so stupid. I hear the door creek open behind me and jump out of my skin as I reach for my phone and turn quickly holding it out like it's a weapon.

Liam chuckles as he holds up his hands.

Liam: I surrender please don't text me to death.

I look at my phone and back at Liam. I can't help but join his laughter. His eyes shift past me to the computer screen.

Liam: You found him.

I nod. He steps closer reading the bio under the name Mark Volkov. He looks at me with question.

Liam: You knew he was.

I shook my head.

Willow: I just had a dream or I guess a memory of that night. Brett called out his name so I came and typed it in and it's him.

Liam: What else do you remember?

Willow: What does it matter. We know who he is now.

I shut off the computer and push past Liam. Liam follows not wanting to let it go.

Liam: It matters to me.

Willow: It's in the past Liam. Why can't you just leave it there.

Liam: Because that guy is from your past and he thinks he has some kind of right to you. Why?

Willow: I don't know. Maybe because of some fucking bet he and Brett made that involved me somehow.

Liam: What?

Willow: Look I don't really know if it was a dream or a memory but, Brett got into a fight with this guy Mark and told him he had lost the bet that I was his and he wasn't sharing. I don't know what any of that means. If it was even real. I mean if I was just some bet, why did Brett marry me.

I let out a huff and slammed the bathroom

door. Liam knocks

Liam: Willow come on. Baby I'm sorry. I don't know why. I guess I'm just trying to understand what happened to you so I can be there for you. So I know what to do or not do. I don't know. Just please don't be mad at me.

I open the door and Liam nearly falls on top of me but catches himself on the door way.

Willow: I some times have dreams. Or bits of memories. But I don't know what's real or not.

I duck under his arm and crawl back into bed. Liam follows lying on his side facing me.

Willow: That first time I flashed back, Brett had stopped the guy from leaving with me and took me to his room. But in tonight's dream it was Mark that took me in the room and undressed me. Brett showed up and fought him off of me. according to Brett, he thinks Mark had slipped me a roofie. I remember him giving me water and just holding me.

Liam: When was the first time he hit you.

Willow: The day of his moms funeral. But it really was an accident. He was shit faced drunk and I was trying to help him get out of his suit. He swatted me away but the back of his hand grazed my cheek. After his dad died of a heart attack a year later, the drinking got worse along with his temper. He didn't hit me. He would verbally assault me as you already know, and he started blaming everything on Page. She was only two at the time.

Liam strokes my cheek with his fingers before pulling me closer and kissing my temple. I waited until the day after Christmas to text Tom Marks full name. Couple days later Tom payed me a visit. Liam was on shift but met us at home to hear what Tom had to say.

Tom: Mark Volkov was some kind of genius growing up Saratov Russia. Came her as a foreign exchange student his senior year. After his mom was murdered, the American family that took him in adopted him and got him into USC. After graduating there he went New York to study at New York Medical college where coincidentally Steve Benson was also studying after he had graduated from Berkeley. They both did their residency at St. Francis. After Bensons wife died he accepted the trauma surgeon job here at St. Jude. Around the same time Mark Volkov took his yacht out and never returned. They found the boat but never found a body. Two months later.

Tom pulls out his phone and pulls up St Jude web site and a picture of Mark Volkov chief resident Trauma Surgeon.

Tom: Mark shows up as Dr. Benson to accept the residency. Unfortunately Steve Benson has no known living relatives and when we checked his home in Valhalla New York there was no evidence of any foul play. The home was pretty much packed up for the move back here.

Willow: You think he killed the real Dr. Benson?

Tom: I have no proof but I suspect foul play yes.

Willow: Why? I don't understand.

Tom: From what you told me, what ever the bet was between him and Brett, I'd say he didn't take to losing very well. So he moved across country maybe to forget? But then he sees you at a book signing and it all came back to him. Maybe he figured with Brett out of the way he had a chance with you? Regardless of why. If you're still determined to go to New York I will have a team from the Eagle eye head quarters on you and Kevin has volunteered to escort you. He knows New York well, plus his younger brother will be leading the team assigned to you while you're there.

Liam: You can't seriously still want to go. You need to stay home and stay safe. Let them find him.

Willow: Liam, the best way for them to find him is if I continue living my life normally. He's bound to slip up, try to contact me and they'll be ready.

Liam: You'll be a sitting duck and I won't be there to protect you.

I place a hand on his.

Willow: I feel like a sitting duck here cooped up in this house. I'm one person. You have hundreds of people counting on you to keep them safe everyday.

He shakes his head and kisses my hand.

Tom: We've already canceled your flight. We'll be flying you and Kevin out first thing Friday morning on one of Eagle eyes private jets. I'll go over further instructions with you on New Year's Eve.

Willow: Thank you Tom.

Liam grabs me from behind after Tom leaves.

Liam: I have to get back. I really wish you would re consider.

He kisses my forehead and heads to the door.