Truth Be Told (Blackbridge Security 4)

And he obliges.

God, does he give me what I want, what I’ve been needing and didn’t know to ask for.

One suck on my clit is all it takes before my body bends to his will and detonates. The room spins, tiny prickles covering my skin as a halo sensation blankets me. He works me through my orgasm, his mouth and tongue a perfect combination of bliss.

God, I don’t think it was ever like this before. The man was hell-bent on giving me pleasure before, but this, this is something altogether different.

“Jesus, Tin,” he whispers, his mouth finally releasing me from its power as he kisses the inside of each thigh. “I told myself I wasn’t going to. I was going to give you what you need.”

He pulls back, hands immediately going to the zipper of his jeans, making another thrill run through my entire body, the tingle so forceful the muscles along my spine begin to ache with the effort.

“Yes,” I say, the plea clear in my voice.

I reach for him, wrapping my hands around his length before he can get his jeans all the way down his muscular thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

His head leans back, eyes pointed to the ceiling as I stroke down him, trying to recall if it’s just been too long and my memory is faded or if he’s possibly bigger than he was before.

“Tin, goddammit.” Then his head snaps forward, eyes drawing me in before hot spurts of cum hit my belly.

He groans, his eyes going a little unfocused as a small smile plays on my lips.

“Wow,” I murmur when he finally breaks eye contact.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

“If you say we shouldn’t have done that, I’ll strangle you,” I hiss as I release his cock.

He huffs a humorless laugh. “No way. I was going to apologize for coming so fucking fast, but going by the pleased look on your face…”

I can’t help the smile that spreads. I wanted him inside of me, but I think things worked out perfectly. Taking that step with him again isn’t something I had time to consider the consequences of, but knowing he was so hot for me it took just a few strokes of my hands to help him find his release makes pride swell in my chest.

“You used to last longer,” I tease as I look down at the mess on my stomach.

“It’s been—I—let me get you a washcloth.”

He disappears into the bathroom, coming back with his jeans zipped up. He’s no longer smiling, and instead of wiping away his orgasm like he’s done before, he hands over the washcloth before finding his shirt and pulling it back over his head.

He takes the washcloth from my hand, trading it for my own pile of clothes, the order to get dressed in the action.

I’m feeling vulnerable again, the promise that I made to myself that I wouldn’t regret what we did creeping in and making a liar out of me in less than an hour.

We don’t speak as he climbs back in bed. I don’t try to move away when he pulls me back to his chest, but the action seems more forced than it was before.

Eventually, I fall asleep with a million questions pinging around in my head. I don’t know what to do about him, or the house, or my mother’s death. I don’t know how this day will affect Alex or what I can do to make my brother see reason.

But some of those questions are answered when I wake up alone and find Ignacio asleep on the couch. As much as I could focus on the pain that settles into my bones from that situation alone, I have too much other stuff on my plate to give it a second thought.

Chapter 21

Ignacio

Things are different the second I meet Tinley’s eyes in the morning.

Regret. Anger. Hatred.

It’s all there on her pretty face when she comes into the living room. I somehow managed to sleep through her getting her bag from the other room and going back to mine to shower.

Alex, unaware of the tension in the air, watches television while waiting for room service to deliver breakfast as Tinley actively avoids my eyes.

I hated not waking up to her in my arms, but when I went to check on Alex after she fell asleep, she was starfished on the bed, her tiny body somehow taking up space nearly to all four corners. Knowing she needed her rest, I crashed on the couch, waking up with a rock-hard cock and a twinge in my neck. I’m sure she has the ability to work out both for me, but the nasty look I got warned me to not even ask.

God, the way we were last night. We didn’t even have sex, and I can easily rank it as my number one top sexual experience. I should probably regret it, should focus on the lies she’s told me, but there’s no way. Her coming apart against my mouth… If my son wasn’t in the room right now, even despite her attitude, I’d throw her chef kisses and ask when she’s serving lunch.