Lies We Share (Lies 0.50)

I sit on the edge of the bed. “And now, we are going to work on our alibi.”

Langston raises an eyebrow. “I’m not fucking you, huntress.”

I smile; he used my nickname.

“I’m not asking you to fuck me. Just pretend that having sex loud enough that other guests in the hallway will notice. Mess up our clothes enough so when we leave, everyone will know that we are just horny teenagers. Our entire focus was on each other, not on killing your father.”

“I hate you.” Langston’s teeth grind together with each word.

“Make love to me, killer.”

He walks over to me, stopping inches from me.

What is he doing? Is he going to kiss me? The only kiss we’ve had was the one when we were kids. That doesn’t count. He’s much more grown-up now. More experienced. This kiss could…

He puts his hands down on the bed on either side of me.

He’s going to kiss me.

And then, his hands start bouncing up and down, making me and the bed shake.

I laugh.

“You aren’t supposed to laugh when I fake fuck you.”

I bite my lip, stifling another chuckle.

“Ooh, yea, just like that,” I moan, my eyelashes fluttering as I gaze at Langston, who hasn’t moved from his position.

“Louder, baby, I want the whole house to know you are mine.”

“Baby? Really?” I whisper. “That’s so cheesy.”

He stops shaking the bed and gives me a stern look.

“Yes, Langston!” I yell a little too loudly.

He groans loudly.

Damn, it’s sexier than I imagined.

And then he slams the bed hard, the headboard creaks, splitting one of the posts.

We both moan together, calling out each other’s names.

Then I collapse back on the bed, exhausted like we really did fuck.

That was intense—too intense. I need to stay focused.

When I sit back up, Langston is leaning against the opposite wall, watching me.

I catch my breath and clear my throat. “Mess up your clothes a little.”

He slowly starts loosening his tie.

I fuss up my hair; I let one shoulder of my dress hang down my arm and yank the front of the dress down, revealing more cleavage than before. Then I run my thumb over my lipstick, smearing it just slightly.

Langston lets out a strangled breath.