Possessed by Lies (Truth or Lies 5)

Then Langston leaves us.

I sit up, pulling Kai onto my lap as I start the engine again.

“Where are we going?” she asks.

“Away,” is all I answer. Because it’s the truth. I need to take her to a doctor soon, and I will, but sometimes the best medicine is just being with the person you love.

She leans her head against my chest as I drive us away from the wreckage and the people who depend on us for our safety. We did our jobs; we rescued them from the danger. And we will form a plan to keep the attacks from happening again. But right now, this is about us.

After riding several miles into the middle of nowhere, I cut the engine.

Kai sits up in my lap. And I grab her legs until she is straddling me on the captain’s seat.

And then the tears fall.

Her tears turn to sobs. And I hold her as tightly as I can, wishing I could take them all away.

“I thought you were dead,” she sobs.

“I thought you were dead, too.”

“Never leave me again,” she says.

“Never. I’m yours, forever.”

Her head lifts from my tear-soaked shoulder. We are both dripping wet with saltwater and blood.

The cut on her head spills more blood. Shit. What was I thinking? I really need to get her to a doctor as fast as possible.

“Make love to me,” Kai says, lifting her shirt and revealing her bare breasts.

Fuck me.

I need to think with my head. I need to get her to the doctor. But I know she won’t let me, not until I’ve had her.

I nod, my eyes big, my throat dry, suddenly unable to speak.

Then her hands are grabbing my shirt and lifting it off me, discarding it on the floor of the boat.

I’m eye level with her nipples, and so that is where I start. I take the first bud into my mouth, my tongue taking its time tasting and seeing how she reacts. If she shows one sign of a concussion or—

Her moan sends chills through my body. Her hand clasps down on my hair, and her urgent lust is obvious.

My greedy mouth moves from her first nipple to her second. Her back arches, and she throws her head back until I can feel the wet mane of her hair dripping down her bare back.

So fucking sexy.

I move my hands to massage her breasts while I kiss up her swollen breasts and to her neck. Her tits fill my hands more than usual. Did they grow?

She bites her lip, and I forget about her breasts. I want her lip. I want her tongue. I want her biting my lip.

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My mouth hungrily kisses hers. So incredibly good. Her mouth tastes good, even though it tastes like saltwater, sweat, and blood. None of that matters because I’m getting to kiss her swollen lips.

“Make love to me,” she purrs into my mouth.

Love, she says it again. She still hasn’t said she loves me, but hearing the word is enough for now. And I plan on doing just that.