Fated Lies (Lies 3)

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Langston

I have to leave Liesel to get us some food. So far, I’ve done well on keeping my promise of fucking her on every surface in this small cabin. I’ve fucked her twice in the bed, once in the bathroom, and once on the couch. But unfortunately, we need more fuel if we are going to continue.

I feel the need to make up for a lifetime of not having her in one night. We have no idea what tomorrow brings. Could Rowan’s men be outside right now, ready to kill us? And if we survive, how do we deal with our pasts?

I scrounge up some bottles of water and start digging through the cans to see which we should choose, when I feel Liesel’s hands wrap around my naked waist, and her front rubs up against my back.

Jesus, one-touch and I’m already hard again. My shoulder is going to be sore tomorrow. I could possibly be doing permanent damage to the nerves in my arm, but I don’t care. There isn’t one thing about tonight that I’ll regret.

“I missed you,” Liesel says.

I moan as she finds my cock with her fingers and slides me through her fist.

“I’ve been gone for less than two minutes.”

“It was too long,” she says.

I groan, and I know the food is going to have to wait. There is someone I’d much rather eat. I let her thrust her hand over me one more time, ensuring I’m hard before I turn around.

She squeals when I slam her down on the counter, and part of the cabinet door falls open. It isn’t the first piece of furniture I’ve broken tonight. The bedframe broke right down the middle I fucked her so hard.

I spread her legs wide and then sweep my fingers over her opening. She’s wet. She’s been wet for me all night. I’ve seen her fuck Waylon all night, but this feels different. With him, she required to be in control. She tied him up, bossed him around, forced him to wear a condom.

Tonight, we are both just going with the flow. Doing everything we’ve ever dreamed of doing. Living for all the years we might not.

The second I find her wet, I brace her legs as I push inside, slamming her hard against the cabinet. We both like wild, passionate sex. The kind that breaks things and pushes our limits. The kind where we battle with our tongues, our touch, our thrusts.

She grabs my hair and yanks hard as I pound into her again. She tilts my head and takes over my mouth while I grab harder onto her thighs.

I don’t know how we fit so well together. I was always afraid sex with Liesel was going to be impossible because of the damage we come from. But somehow, our roughness and insecurities fit together. I push and she pulls. When she yanks, I jerk. Like magnets, that if pushed together the wrong way repel each other, when we turned the correct way, we are pulled together by forces greater than ourselves.

She bites my lip as I grab hold of her ass and deepen my thrusts.

She growls.

I moan.

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bsp; Until tears threaten her eyes.

I hurt her—fuck.

But it’s too late to stop now. Our orgasms are crashing down on us in waves. Another chance that I could get her pregnant. I never asked if she’s on the pill or another form of birth control that might still have some effect now. I didn’t ask what day she is in her cycle. But I suspect because of the conditions we’ve been held in, combined with stress and lack of food, it’s very unlikely that I’ll get her pregnant. Not that I wouldn’t welcome another child, but I don’t want to complicate an already complicated situation.

I grab onto her hips as I fill her with more of my seed, and I feel her orgasm squeeze around me. Only once our orgasms have passed can I finally wipe away her tear.

“I’m sorry, was I too rough?”

She smiles through her tears. “No, I’m sorry. I haven’t cried in years. You opened the floodgates, and now I cry about everything.”

“Are these happy tears?”

“They’re everything tears.”

I run my hand through her wavy, blonde locks, and then I kiss her forehead. I don’t know how I ever thought I could kill her, no matter what she did. Liesel Dunn doesn’t deserve to die, and no matter what nickname she uses, I’ll never be her killer.