Cruel Lies (Lies 4)

Her lips come down hard on mine, clinging to me like I’m the only thing in her world. “I need you.”

“I’m yours,” I concede.

Her next moves are frantic, crazed as she moves quickly to undo my pants. I match her frenzied state, unbuttoning her shorts off just as quickly.

I don’t know what happened to her. I don’t know what she did, what she gave up to get the next clue. I do know it was painful, though. And I will do anything to take away her pain.

She kicks her shorts off and angles me between her legs, straddling me again.

I move to reach for a condom in my pocket, but she’s already sliding down on my cock. I don’t give a damn if I get her pregnant. Kids I’m good with. And if she wants to have my babies, I’ll give her as many as she wants. What’s most important now is giving her all of myself without any barriers.

I thrust up as she slides her hips down over my cock—up and down like she’s sprinting, trying to chase an orgasm that will escape her if she doesn’t find it quickly. I don’t know why she feels the need to rush, but I match her speed, not questioning her.

I tug her nipple into my mouth that’s been bouncing at eye level as she grasps onto my hair, giving her more grip to fuck me harder.

“That’s it, baby, get it all out. Fuck the pain away.”

I grab her hips and lift her up and down, helping her move as quickly as her body demands her. Helping her to chase away her fears.

Harder.

Faster.

Deeper.

I thrust into her. I focus on giving her all the pleasure in the world—thrusting deeper into her cunt, lapping at her swollen nipples, pinching her sensitive clit. I don’t even realize I’m on the edge of coming until she’s exploding around my cock, and I shoot my cum inside her.

She breathes deeply as I grip her hips. Her head falls forward against my chest, and she inhales and exhales sharply.

I stroke her hair, letting her have a moment to feel and breathe normally again. Her breathing does slow, but her eyes close as she falls asleep against my chest.

I shake my head as I lift her gently in my arms. I find a blanket a couple of rows up and drape it over us. Both of us are half-naked and my cum is sticking to her thighs, but none of that matters as she sleeps in my arms.

“What happened to you, baby?” I whisper into her hair, devastated by whatever it is she went through.

I close my eyes and tug her tighter to my body, kissing her hair. How does she feel so perfect in my arms?

“I lov—” I start and then stop myself. I run my hand through my hair, scolding myself for the almost slip.

It was just reflex. I don’t love her. The only problem is I don’t know if I’m lying to myself or finally admitting the truth.

21

Liesel

I wake up as the plane lands; our rough landing jars me awake.

I blink several times, trying to remember where I am and what’s happening. Then I breathe in Langston—his musky smell mixed with sweat and sex. I smile and snuggle into his chest.

“You’re going to have to wake up and get dressed, baby.”

Get dressed?

I take an assessment of my body and realize I’m naked except for the blanket covering me. Langston is naked, too, lying underneath me. And then I remember fucking him—how desperately and furiously I fucked him with everything in my body, unsure if it would be our last.

Betray him.

My heart begins to crumble just thinking about hurting Langston. I’m going to blast both of our hearts into a thousand pieces when I betray him. I’ve been cruel to Langston before but never when he was mine. I don’t know how I’m going to go through with it.