The Lie (Kings of Linwood Academy 2)

He’s got a solid poker face. He’s a good fucking liar, and that still scares me a little.

But what Dax and Chase told me makes sense. And as much as I still want to cling to my anger, I know it’s possible the guys saved my life with what they did. Saved my mom’s life.

“You’re important to me, Low.” The dark-haired boy licks his lips and his amber eyes darken, as if he can still taste me on his skin. Then he shakes his head, amending his statement. “You’re important to all of us. We won’t let you deal with this shit alone.”

His words and tone, the way he says “all of us”, does something strange to my heart, and my core clenches hard around him, making him groan and tighten his grip on my ass. Thoughts of the other three kings of Linwood—of the way they look at me, talk to me, and touch me—filter through my head, sending a cascade of emotions through me.

“No more secrets, right?” I murmur, catching Linc’s gaze.

He cocks his head, narrowing his eyes. “Right.”

“Then can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Have the four of you ever… shared?”

The movement of his pelvis stops for a second, and his face freezes. Then his lips curl upward slightly as hunger and amusement gleam in his eyes. “Shared what?”

“You know what, you asshole.” I pinch his nipple through his shirt.

His cock hasn’t softened at all. He’s still hard as steel inside me, and when he starts thrusting into me again, I move against him, fucking him even as I keep my gaze glued to his face, waiting for an answer.

“Dax and Chase share girls all the time. Have since the beginning, I think.” He’s watching me intently, watching the effect his words have on me as we move in sync. “And River and I have shared before. It can be hot as fuck.”

I bite my bottom lip, trying not to show how turned on I am by that. I don’t even know quite why I asked the question, but now all I can picture are a pair of intense blue-gray eyes and twin sets of blue and green ones alongside Lincoln’s, all focused on me.

Hands all over my body.

Lips on every inch of my skin.

My movements against Linc become harder and more desperate, and I squeeze around him so tight he lets out another grunt.

“But never—all four of you?” I mutter, my breath coming faster as another orgasm builds deep inside me.

“Not yet.” His voice is a rasp, and his fingers dig into the flesh of my ass as he impales me so deeply I swear I can feel him everywhere. “We hadn’t found anyone worth sharing.”

Hadn’t. Not haven’t.

Past tense. Not present.

Holy fuck.

Oh, fuck.

I can’t stop it. I can’t fight it. I can’t hold it off any longer.

Another orgasm tears through my body, so intense and prolonged my vision actually goes a little fuzzy around the edges. I let out a sobbing cry, and Lincoln palms the back of my head, smashing his lips against mine and devouring the sound as he pulses inside me. I feel liquid seep out from the place where we’re connected, sliding down my thighs as I shake in his arms.

We collapse against each other, our bodies spent and exhausted, and I rest my head on his shoulder as I try to catch my breath.

I don’t ask him for any more secrets. In fact, we don’t speak for a long time.

But my mind keeps replaying his words over and over, and images of things I never even knew I might want keep flitting through my head.

Maybe it was just dirty talk, the kind of thing you say in the middle of sex that doesn’t really mean anything. But it didn’t feel like it. We may have been fucking while we talked, but that doesn’t make the conversation we just had any less real.

I asked a question.