Trapped by Lies (Truth or Lies 3)

“I don’t have time to explain everything, but Milo Wallace happened. I fucked up and betrayed him, and now he will be hunting me and everyone he knows I have a connection with. He’ll kill you if he finds you to try and get information on me and to retrieve what he bought from me. So you are going to get your ass on my yacht in the next hour because I don’t want to have to worry about your safety. I don’t care how many clients are expecting your law skills. You can work from the yacht.”

Another pause. Fucking Liesel, this isn’t the time to get silent on me.

“What did he buy from you?” her voice is soft and quiet as she speaks, and I suspect she already knows the answer.

“Kai, he bought Kai.”

More silence, and I know she’s judging me. Not for selling Kai to Milo, but for stealing her back. Liesel has always wanted me to be stronger. To stick to my decisions and not look weak. Stealing Kai back, Liesel would see as a weakness.

“Thirty-minutes, Liesel. Langston will be there in thirty minutes.” I hang up the phone without waiting for her to confirm she is coming. She will come, if Langston has to drag her ass onto my yacht. I don’t care. I’m not leaving her behind for Milo to find.

WESTCOTT DRIVES Kai and me to the pier to get on the Savage, my favorite yacht out of the fleet of yachts I own.

I hold Kai’s hand the entire time, but I’ve been on the phone most of the drive dealing with the logistics of getting everyone that matters onto the yacht as quickly as possible, while also ensuring Surrender and the rest of my businesses are running smoothly. But when we pull up in front of the yacht, I drop the call with Langston. He can figure out what needs to be done; Kai is my entire focus.

“Are you okay, baby?”

Kai doesn’t react to me calling her baby. It feels natural falling from my lips. As does every other term of endearment I can think of.

Kai’s chest rises and falls slowly, as she forces herself to take a deep breath. The sun reflects off her light olive skin and jet black hair. She tucks her long wavy hair behind her ear and shivers in her pale yellow sundress. She needs a jacket, but I’d rather be the one providing her all her warmth.

I scoot closer and put my arms around her shoulders. She leans back into me, accepting my offer to warm up her body.

“You ready for this? If there were any other way, I would do it,” I say.

She shakes her head. “No, you wouldn’t. There is another way. We stay and fight instead of running. But it’s not about if we should stay and fight or if we should run and hide. You think I need this in order to fully heal. In order to be able to let me go, you need to know that I’m whole. I will never be whole; I can’t be. Not anymore. But thank you for trying.”

I cup her chin, not accepting she is anything less than whole. Sure, she has more healing she needs to do, but that doesn’t change that I think she’s pretty amazing as she is.

My lips come down hungrily on hers, determined to wipe away any thoughts that she is less than. I tease her tongue with mine, and suck the oxygen from her lungs, making her feel like enough while also distracting her from what she is going to have to do. Step onto a yacht and not know when it will return to shore—her nightmare.

I want her panties soaked; I want her begging, dying to come before she has to step foot on the yacht. I want her focused on me and my cock—nothing else will be able to distract her.

I hear Westcott step out of the car, giving us at least the illusion of privacy, and then I make my move. I grab her bare thighs, and slide my hand upward, gliding my hand along her shimmering skin.

I move to pull her panties down, when I find none. She’s bare.

So. Fucking. Hot.

I want to fuck her right here on the backseat of the Porsche Cayenne. Thank God, I have great self-control. Otherwise, I would. And then she’d be spent, but not necessarily distracted.

Focus. You’ll have your chance to have her, just wait.

Good thing I believe in delayed gratification.

Kai arches as my fingers dip between her thighs. Her mouth opens wide in a cry, unable to focus on kissing me when I’m teasing her so tortuously.

“Please, yes,” Kai moans.

I kiss her neck, careful not to touch the area that has been recovered with a bandage. And I swear I feel every nerve ending in her body switch on like a light switch. I feel the surge of energy swirling and begging to be set free.

Not yet, my beauty. Not yet.

My hand is soaked with her sweet juices as I taunt her clit with my fingers. I slip one inside to feel just how wet. And I know she is seconds away from squeezing my finger as her orgasm pulses around me. When she is one second away, I stop.

Her head whips to me. “Why did you stop?”

I kiss her plump and swollen lips. “Because I want you thinking about me all damn day. Don’t you dare touch yourself. I want to know I can make you come whenever I want with just a touch.”