Wicked Lies Boys Tell

“Did that feel good?” he asks, a smile curving his lips up.

“More than good.”

Lifting up, I roam my gaze over his face. Happiness shines in his eyes and his smile is something I want to see more often.

“We need another shower.” Wickedness gleams in his brown eyes.

“You exhaust me.”

“Not yet,” he murmurs. “But soon.”

I wake to the sound of rain and lips on my neck. Penn is like a damn monkey—always has been—and is wrapped around me like I’m his favorite tree. Only this time, unlike when we were kids, we’re both naked. His flesh is hot against mine. Each time his breath tickles my skin, tremors of excitement run down my spine.

We’re doing this.

We’re really doing this.

I’ve never felt so explosive before. Like one simple touch would make me catch fire and burn endlessly. Yet now, with Penn, I’m an inferno of heat. This heat can’t be put out. It only rages hotter and wilder by the second.

His dick brushes along the crack of my ass, causing me to naturally stiffen. I’m not sure how I feel about the tables being turned on me. I’ve never experimented with anything there. Though I’m a little curious, the idea of being inside of him excites me more.

“We’re going to have to get up soon and go to school,” he grumbles, his thumb rubbing back and forth along my abs.

“Fuck school.”

He laughs and it warms me. “Yeah, we still have to go.”

We lie in silence. Our legs are tangled together like old times during sleepovers. God, how I’ve missed him.

“College is important to you,” I state, already knowing the answer.

“I guess.”

“Are you really going to be able to play your dad’s stupid games? It’s that important to you?”

I mean Leah. Pretending like he has every intention of doing his father’s bidding and marrying her.

“I don’t know.” He lets out a heavy sigh.

Twisting around until we’re facing, I run my fingers down the outside of his arm and search his eyes in the dim early morning light.

“You do whatever you need to do,” I tell him. “I’ll be there for you.”

His eyes grow stormy. “I’m not ashamed of you.”

“I know,” I tell him with a smile. “I’m hot as fuck.”

He snorts out a laugh but then grows serious again. “I’m not joking. I have wanted you so bad, for so long…” He frowns. “I would give up everything if I had to.”

“Well, luckily for you, I’m not some prissy girl, so you don’t have to give anything up. And I can keep your secrets. I always have. We can be together in secret until you get what you want from your dad.”

“What about your dad?” he asks. “Even if I wanted to come out to the world that I was gay, I’d still be worried for you.”

I grit my teeth as I wonder about Dad’s response. He’ll throw a shit fit. I can handle his fits, though. If he kicks me out on my ass, well, I’ll deal with it. I’m not going to let him bully me out of something I want because it might embarrass him. He’s already used to me embarrassing him, so it’s not like it will matter much.

No, the one who needs protecting is Penn.

His dad is a mean, psycho cunt.

Not only would he hurt him, he’d try to destroy him.

Emotionally. Financially. Mentally.

Over my dead body.

“As much as you want to make out with me in the halls at school, it isn’t going to happen,” I tease. “Your girlfriend will get jealous.”

He rolls his eyes. “I think Leah knows about us.”

My brows lift. “Did you text her while I had my fingers in your ass? And here I thought you were enjoying my blowjob.”

Laughter shakes the bed. “No, prick. When you ran off into the rain, Leah told me to go after you. We can trust her.”

I know we can. Leah is the same sweet Leah who never tattled on us even way back when we were five years old and we decided to cut her pigtails off. Back then, despite her mother’s screeching, she took the blame saying it was her idea. And it was because she hated being dolled up by her mom, but still, she had an out and she didn’t take it.

“Are you going to be jealous of her?” he jokes. “When I have to show her affection to prove we’re engaged?”

“As long as you’re in my bed at the end of the day, I don’t fucking care if you and Leah play kissy face.” I stroke away his messy hair so I can see his eyes better. “Now Dante? If that motherfucker touches you, I can’t be held responsible for kicking his ass.”

“What does this make us now?” he asks. “Boyfriend and boyfriend.”

We both laugh.

“We’re Penn and Cope. Best fucking friends. Like always. Two tornadoes. But instead of bouncing off each other and wreaking havoc alongside the other, we’ve become one. Unstoppable.”