Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 136: Just Like This

She stared at him for a long moment.

Then she sighed, her shoulders dropping, her whole body softening.

"Alright. But I’m going to take a break first."

"You could at least ask me if I’m okay with you leaving when I’m not done with you."

She looked at him. Blinked once. Then her lips twitched, something between amusement and exasperation crossing her face.

"Alright," she said slowly. "Can I please go to the toilet?"

Liam smirked. "You’re allowed."

She looked at him for another moment, her expression flat. Then a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips despite herself.

She shifted her weight to her left side, her right hand pressing into the mattress beside his shoulder for balance.

Then she lifted her right leg up and over him, her knee brushing against his hip as she moved. Her foot found the floor first, then her other leg followed, and she pushed herself up to standing.

Her legs wobbled beneath her immediately. She had to pause, one hand shooting back to grip the edge of the mattress to keep herself upright.

’Jesus. I can barely stand.’

When she finally felt steady enough she straightened fully. Took a careful step toward the bathroom. Then another.

Each step was deliberate.

Her thighs pressed together slightly with every movement, her hips swaying naturally as she crossed the short distance. She could feel the wetness between her legs, warm and slick, threatening to run down her thighs with every step.

Liam watched. Couldn’t help it.

The curve of her ass. The way it moved with each step. The way her long black hair fell down her back, damp and messy. The pale expanse of her skin flushed pink across her shoulders and down her spine.

She reached the bathroom and stepped inside without looking back.

The door closed with a soft click.

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Tasha leaned back against the door the moment it shut, her whole weight pressing into the wood.

Her whole body was still trembling. Small aftershocks moving through her, making her thighs shake, making her breathing shallow and uneven.

’Oh my god. Oh my god. That was—’

She pressed both hands to her face, her palms warm against her flushed cheeks, her fingers pressing into her forehead.

’I can’t believe I just did that. I can’t believe I liked it that much.’

She dropped her hands slowly and looked down at herself.

Her thighs were slick. Wet. She could feel it running down slowly now that she was standing, warm and thick, a mix of him and her trailing down the inside of her leg.

She reached down between her thighs carefully. Her fingers came away coated, sticky and warm.

’He came inside me. Again.’

Her face went hotter if that was even possible.

’I told him not to. I said — but I didn’t stop him. I didn’t even think about stopping him. I didn’t want him to stop.’

She pushed off the door and moved to the sink.

Turned the water on and let it run until it was warm. She grabbed the washcloth from the small shelf beside the mirror and held it under the stream until it was soaked through.

Then she cleaned herself. Slowly. Carefully. The warm cloth moving between her thighs, wiping everything away, the heat of it soothing against her sensitive skin.

When she was done she rinsed the cloth thoroughly and set it on the edge of the sink.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

Her face was still flushed deep red. Her hair was a complete mess, tangled and stuck to her neck and shoulders in dark damp strands.

Her lips were swollen, darker than usual. Her eyes looked different somehow. Brighter. Softer.

She stared at her own reflection for a long moment.

Then her expression shifted.

’Next time he cums inside me without asking — I’m cutting his dick off.’

She nodded once at herself like the matter was completely settled.

Then she turned the tap back on and washed her face one more time. Stood up straight. Rolled her shoulders back.

Then she reached over and turned the shower on.

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Liam was still lying on his back where she’d left him.

The ceiling wasn’t doing anything interesting but he stared at it anyway, one arm folded behind his head.

His ribs ached. A deep steady throb that had been there the whole time but was now impossible to ignore. He breathed through it slowly.

He turned his head toward the bathroom.

Still closed.

He shifted slightly and winced. Reached down beside the bed and felt around the floor until his fingers found the fabric of his sweatpants. He dug into the pocket until his phone was in his hand. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

He lay back against the pillow, the screen lighting up his face in the dim room. He typed with one thumb, his other arm resting carefully across his stomach, avoiding his left side.

**Liam:** Yo.

**Shay:** Liam. What’s up?

**Liam:** You good? Everything running smooth?

**Shay:** Yeah all good on my end. You’ve been quiet though. Haven’t heard from you in a minute.

Liam shifted slightly against the pillow. His ribs pulled with the movement and he exhaled slowly through his nose, waiting for it to pass before he typed again.

**Liam:** Yeah about that. I’m going to be out for a while. Won’t be coming in.

**Shay:** Out for a while? What happened?

**Liam:** You know that killer that’s been hitting gangs?

He watched the screen.

The typing bubble appeared. Then stopped. Then appeared again.

**Shay:** ...yeah.

**Liam:** Had a run in with him.

**Shay:** You’re joking.

**Liam:** Have I ever joked around with you about something like this?

**Shay:** Oh shit. What the actual fuck. How are you even texting me right now?

**Liam:** Police showed up just in time.

**Shay:** Just in time meaning WHAT. How bad is it?

**Liam:** Got stabbed and stitched up but I’ll live.

**Shay:** Jesus. Okay. Where did this happen? How did you even end up in front of that guy?

Liam looked at the ceiling for a moment.

He ran his tongue across the inside of his cheek.

His thumb moved slowly across the screen.

**Liam:** Hawk’s base.

The bubble appeared immediately.

Then stopped.

Then appeared again.

Then stopped completely.

Liam waited. His phone resting in his hand, the screen still lit, the bathroom shower running steady behind the closed door.

Nothing.

He set the phone down on his chest and stared up at the ceiling.

The fan turned slowly overhead, its quiet hum filling the room. His ribs rose and fell with each breath, the ache deep and constant beneath his bandaging.

A minute passed. Maybe more.

He picked the phone back up.

**Shay:** Hawk’s base? What the hell were you doing there?

**Liam:** Followed someone. Needed to see the place for myself.

**Shay:** I swear to god. I told him bringing in more men was not going to be enough to take down the killer. I said that from the very start. I cannot wait to get in his face about this.

Liam’s jaw shifted slightly.

He looked at the screen.

His thumb hovered.

**Liam:** You won’t be able to.

**Shay:** What do you mean?

**Liam:** Hawks is dead.

The bubble appeared immediately.

Then disappeared just as fast.

Liam kept his eyes on the screen waiting for it to come back. It didn’t. He waited another thirty seconds. Still nothing. Not even a flicker.

’He’s taking the news in.’

Then the bubble appeared again.

**Shay:** What do you mean he’s dead. You said the police arrived just in time.

**Liam:** Yeah. Just in time for me. Hawks wasn’t that lucky.

**Shay:** ...so he’s actually gone.

**Liam:** Yeah.

**Shay:** Hawks is actually dead.

**Liam:** Yeah.

**Shay:** Good. The idiot deserved it.

Liam stared at that last message.

Read it again.

He knew Shay didn’t like the guy. That was never a secret. But something about seeing it written out like that — blunt and final with no hesitation behind it — caught him off guard. He hadn’t expected that. Not that clean.

He looked at the screen for a moment longer than necessary.

Then typed.

**Liam:** You alright?

**Shay:** I’m good. I’m good. How long are you out for?

**Liam:** Might be a while.

**Shay:** Okay. I’ll hold everything down.

Liam read that.

His thumb rested against the side of the phone, screen still lit in his hand.

He stared at the ceiling.

Then the bathroom door opened.

Tasha stepped out wrapped in a towel, the white fabric tucked across her chest, her damp hair falling loose around her shoulders and down her back.

Her skin was flushed from the heat of the shower, pink spreading across her collarbones and the tops of her arms.

She moved carefully, her bare feet quiet against the floor, one hand holding the towel in place.

She crossed the room without looking at him.

When she reached the edge of the bed she stopped.

She reached up with both hands and unwrapped the towel slowly, dropping it over the back of the nearby chair without ceremony.

She stood there for just a second — bare and unhurried — before she turned toward the bed and started climbing in.

Liam dropped the phone onto the mattress.

She pulled the blanket up over herself and settled into the pillow, her damp hair spreading out around her. Then she looked at him.

Liam turned his head.

"You went to wash up?"

"Yeah." She adjusted the blanket around herself. "I thought that’s what you’re supposed to do after sex. Go wash up straight away." She paused. "Isn’t it?"

Liam looked at her for a second.

Then he laughed. Low and quiet, cut off almost immediately by his ribs pulling sharp on his left side. He pressed a hand there briefly, exhaling through it.

’She’s so cute,’ he thought to himself.

She turned her head sharply. "What? What’s funny? Did I do something stupid?"

"No, no, no." He lifted his hand, waving it slightly. "You’re not wrong. That’s all."

She held his gaze for a moment. Something moved across her face — quick, almost invisible — before she looked away.

"Come here," he said.

She looked back at him. One second. Two.

Then she moved closer, closing the small gap between them. His arm came around her and she let it, her body settling carefully against his right side.

Her hand rested lightly on his chest, her palm flat against his skin, her fingers instinctively avoiding the bandaging on his left side without him having to say a word.

He tilted his head down toward hers.

She tilted hers up.

And they kissed.

Slow. Easy. Nothing urgent behind it. Just warm and unhurried in the quiet of the room, the lamp throwing its soft light across the bed, the city somewhere far below doing whatever it was doing without them.

’I hope Shay is okay.’