Don't Lie (Don't 2)

“This is Pops.” I pointed to the man in the picture. “Son of a bitch,” I muttered under my breath. I flipped through the pictures. What the fuck was I seeing?

“How could Pops keep this from me?” I shook my head. “And not just me, my dad, my grandmother. I thought I knew him. He had another life? Another family? I don’t understand how he could have done this. What the fuck?”

Kaitlyn took my face between her palms.

“I will help you get through this. We will figure it out together. Just don’t shut me out, please. We swore we’d tell each other everything.”

“We did.”

I dropped the package, tangling my hands in her hair. My lips crashed into hers. My tongue twirled inside her mouth. Kaitlyn moaned at each flick of my tongue. Her hands roamed my chest.

My eyes darted to the window. I pulled back. “Baby, we can’t do this now. It’s the middle of the day, and that asshole could come back.”

“Take me home,” she urged.

“I’ve got to get back to the roof. We can pick this up later.” I stood, stretching my legs and forcing my cock to calm the fuck down.

“No.” She stood in front of me. “Take me home. Take me to bed. Just take me.”

She stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around mine neck, pulling my lips toward hers. “I need you now. Not after work, not tonight, but right now. I can’t wait until we put Grayson to bed. Please,” she begged.

I laced my fingers through hers and lead Kaitlyn out of the office.

We didn’t say a single word as we climbed the stairs to our blue beach cottage, and we didn’t talk as we undressed each other in the coolness of our white bedroom.

The house was quiet except for the sounds coming from the beach.

I’d wanted her in the middle of the day. I wanted her in the morning. In the shower. I wanted her all the time. But after a week of throwing herself into work and trying to figure out Grayson’s schedule together it was fucking hard to be spontaneous.

Her body drove me crazy. Did she ever doubt it? And now there was another man who wanted her. It wasn’t fucking happening.

Kaitlyn was mine. This girl had been in my life for years. Now that I finally had her, I wasn’t going to let her go to some dick who thought he was entitled because life dealt him a shitty hand.

She made a trail of clothes to the bedroom. I followed her, throwing my shirt as I walked and shirked my jeans.

I pulled her to my body. She shivered against me and the peaks of her tits were hard on my chest.

“You know this is what I need, don’t you?” I searched her eyes.

“Yes.” She nodded, climbing on the bed. “We both need it.” She rolled on her back and spread her legs. God, she was the perfect tempting angel. She could give me everything I wanted.

My cock ached to be inside her. To fuse with her sweet skin and plunge inside her velvet walls.

I reached in the drawer and pulled out the little toy I had bought two weeks ago. I coated it with lube. She was so fucking sexy with this in her ass.

She licked her lips and whimpered.

I crawled toward her, eyeing her pussy. It glistened in the sunlight. But this toy was for her perfect little asshole. I knew I was a lucky man. She had given it to me and I wanted every time to feel fucking incredible for her. I wanted her to love having that precious backdoor filled with my cock. To want me inside her. To love playing with toys. And she had wanted all of it and more.

I knew this woman was meant for me.

I drew a long kiss against her lips. She purred as I flicked my tongue over hers.

“You want this, don’t you?” I held up the plug, dangling it between us.

“Yes,” she moaned, lifting her hips.

“So dirty, Kaitlyn.” I smacked her and she yelped.