Wicked Lies Boys Tell

“Sounds way more badass than ‘we’re a couple,’” he agrees. “As long as you’re mine, I don’t care what we’re called.”

“But for the record,” I tell him softly, running my fingertip along his jaw. “You are my boyfriend now. I know no one can know, but don’t put it past me to piss on your leg so Dante knows to stay the fuck away.”

“Okay, psycho boyfriend,” he rumbles as he reaches down to grab my dick that’s hard as stone. “We better make this official with a morning blowjob.”

I agree with moans of pleasure as my boyfriend kisses down my chest all the way to my cock where he shows just how dedicated to this relationship he is.

And holy shit is he dedicated.

Penn

“I need details,” Leah says as she climbs into my Jeep, a big grin on her face. Today, she looks more like herself wearing an oversized hoodie, her big owlish glasses, and jeans. Difference is, she’s wearing my ring.

Putting my vehicle into reverse, I laugh. “Details of what?”

“Oh, come on. From last night! You and Cope!”

I side-eye her as I pull out onto the main road. “Why do you think there’s a me and Cope?”

She lets out an annoyed huff. “Seriously? It all makes sense now. You two fought because you wanted him all those years ago. It took him until last night to get there with you. How right am I?”

I frown at her. “Completely. What the hell? Are we that transparent?”

Her gaze is soft as she reaches over to pat my thigh. “Only to me because I’ve practically known you both since birth. At my party, that’s when it started. Because he took you away with him. Then, suddenly, it’s like you two were besties again after two years of hatred. At the movies, I was so busy rooting for you and Dante that I was oblivious to the brooding Cope was doing. There was tension at school. All the heated looks. Last night, he was jealous. Like super jealous. I pieced it all together and oh my God, I’m so happy for you two!”

I cringe at her early-morning yammering. “You presume a lot.”

“Admit it.”

“Fine.”

“Fine, you’ll admit it or fine, I’m right?”

A smile tugs at my lips. “You’re right. But I still need you to be my fiancée.”

She snorts out a laugh. “That sounds so messed up.”

“Completely messed up.”

“So…” she implores. “Did you kiss him?”

Finally, yes. And so much more.

“Yeah,” I admit. “But you can’t tell anyone, Leah.”

“Don’t insult me. You know I won’t. Was he a good kisser?”

“The best.”

“I’ll try not to be insulted again since we’ve kissed,” she grumbles. “Are you an item now?”

I roll to a stop at a light and regard her with a serious expression. “Leah, I love him more than anyone in the entire world. He’s my everything.”

Her eyes grow glassy and she blinks away tears. “I was not expecting that intensity this early in the morning.”

The light turns green and I gas it. “At school, you’re my fiancée.”

“But at home we see whomever we want to see.”

“Exactly.”

“I’ve been talking to someone,” she admits shyly.

I stiffen. “From school?”

“No. He doesn’t go there. We’re safe. I just…it kind of happened after the movies. He texted me and we’ve been talking. I swear I won’t let it get out, though.”

“Do I know him?”

She shrugs, turning her attention out the window, clearly not wanting to give me a definitive answer. I blow it off as I head into the parking lot at school. After I park, I climb out and walk over to Leah’s side. She climbs out and accepts my hand. A few people look our way, but mostly no one cares. When we pass Ivy, she glowers at Leah. I walk Leah inside to her locker, but my eyes search the hallways for Cope.

I know the moment he arrives because the air is sucked straight from my lungs just like anytime he is near. Our eyes snap together like two magnets meeting. His blue ones are bright and intense. Today he looks good wearing a long-sleeved, fitted black shirt and his usual black skinny jeans that have tons of pockets all over them. The knee is blown out on one side and I can see his pale, white skin. His combat boots are untied, but the laces aren’t long enough to trip over. He’s donning some silver rings and a few black, thick leather bracelets. When he catches me staring, he smirks. I have to fist my hand because the craving to march right over there to him and run my fingers through his dark, tousled hair is strong. He licks his lips and I have to look away.

Too fucking hot in here.

“Whoa,” Leah hisses. “Chill on the love stares. I nearly got pregnant and I was a bystander. Keep looking at Cope like you want to eat him and our secret will be over before we even get a chance to tell it.”