When Lies Unfold

Chapter 47

Jesus fuck!This is what I get for havin’ a moment of conscience and tryin’ to slow things down to make sure she’s not gonna regret shit afterward. Shoulda known better.

Lola storms toward me, shovin’ through the doorway with such force I know she’s hurtin’ herself. I stomp after her.

“Goddammit, woman!” I catch her right elbow, stoppin’ her from marchin’ toward the bedroom door. She’s so fuckin’ mad that she doesn’t remember she’s naked as a newborn. “You need to fuckin’ listen to me.”

Eyes flamin’ with anger, she whirls around on me. Jabbin’ her finger at the center of my chest, she yells, “Don’t tell me what I need to do! I’m so sick of some ponytailed narco dictating my fucking life!”

“Yeah?” I thunder in response. “And here I was, just tryin’ to be better, but fuck that shit!” I haul her closer, and her lips part, her pupils dilatin’. “Go ahead and use my dick all you want.” I lower my face to hers, darin’ her to try and look away.

Palmin’ her ass in my hands, I tighten my grip on her firm flesh. “Do what you want. Ride my dick like you’re dyin’ to. Not gonna get any more complaints outta me.”

“Really?” Her brows rise in challenge, that sass I’ve become accustomed to reappearin’—and damn if I’m not relieved about it. “No more complaints?”

“Really.” I graze my stubbled jaw along her cheek before nippin’ at her earlobe. “Not a single one.”

With my lips at the juncture of her jaw and earlobe, I speak against her skin, and she shivers. “I’m givin’ you free rein of me, so you better not disappoint.” I adjust one hand’s grip on her ass, my fingertips dustin’ along her wet entrance.

She huffs out a sound of disbelief, but it’s breathless. “You’re such an asshole.”

“Maybe.” I smile against her neck. “But I’m still the ponytailed narco whose cock you’re dyin’ to ride.”

She leans back, spearin’ me with a warnin’ look. “This doesn’t change anything. It’s only me…” She trails off before finishin’ quietly with, “…needing to forget tonight, for just a minute.”

Somethin’ constricts in my chest, but I ignore it and curl my other hand around the back of her head. I fuse my mouth to hers ’cause if she wants to forget, I can help with that. Especially if it means I get to sink my cock inside her.

Without breakin’ the kiss, I guide her to my bed and reach past her to tug the covers back. When I ease her back onto the mattress, her damp hair fans out against the stark white sheets, and my throat grows tight.

I’ve got no business havin’ her in here. I never fuck women in my bedroom. It’s the most private place, and I’ve never wanted it marred by some easy lay.

Easy. Fuck… Easy’s gotta be the furthest thing from this woman. Lola Arias is more complicated and stubborn than anyone else I’ve known. She tests my patience at every damn turn.

I know I’m openin’ up Pandora’s fuckin’ box by doin’ this, but buryin’ my cock in her pussy for the first time in any other bed but mine feels wrong as hell.

I crawl over her, my legs between hers, and hold myself up on my palms on either side of her head. She’s still so fuckin’ beautiful, even with those red-rimmed eyes from cryin’.

Even without a trace of makeup and her hair flat and lifeless, no other woman measures up. Especially not Keyna.

Lola reaches for me, her right palm sweepin’ from my collarbone down the center of my chest. Her eyes track the movement as she traces her fingers along the thin strip of dark hair below my belly button.

My cock jerks, already achin’ for her to touch me again. Once she wraps those petite fingers around my length, my hips give a little lurch forward.

I bury my face in her neck, placin’ openmouthed kisses along the column. I love the way she arches into my touch, like she needs me more than to serve as a distraction.

Braced on a forearm, my other hand moves to cup one of those perfect tits and thumb her stiff nipple. At her gasp, I shift to brush my lips over the tip.

“Santy.” The breathless whisper of my name on her lips does somethin’ to me. “Stop messing around.” She strokes me, her palm glidin’ up and down my length, and my cock pulses in her grip. “I need you.”

I need you. From any other woman, those simple words are meaningless.

But right now, Lola Arias—the woman who’s had her life threatened multiple times and almost died at least twice under my watch—who’s never once shown an ounce of vulnerability, is sayin’ she needs me. Hell if that doesn’t make me feel invincible and powerful as fuck.

“Yeah?” Wrappin’ my hand around hers, I guide the broad head to nudge her slick pussy lips while murmurin’ against her nipple. “You need the ponytailed narco’s cock real bad, huh?”

Her grip tightens around my dick. She might think she’s punishin’ me, but I like it. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were making fun of me.”

Grinnin’ against her lush tit, I give it a little kiss. “Just a little confused, that’s all.” I wipe the smile off my face before raisin’ my head with a thoughtful expression. “So, you do need my cock?”

I don’t know who the fuck I am right now. I’m not a joker. I never play around or, least of all, flirt. My kinda life and business doesn’t allow for that shit. But I feel compelled to evict the remnants of that haunted look still lingerin’ in her eyes.

A scowl mars her pretty face as she lets out a little grunt. “You want me to say it.”

“No.” Her frown drops, but it’s short-lived. With our hands still grippin’ my length, I nudge her pussy again, and her breath catches. “Not unless you want my cock. But if you do, then yeah, you’re gonna have to say it.”

She huffs out a humorless laugh. “You’re such. An asshole.”

“Mm, maybe.” I lean in closer to speak against her lips. “But I’m still the asshole with the cock you seem to want.”

With a light kiss to her lips, I nudge in just a fraction, and revel at how her gaze grows hazy. “Just admit it. You need this ponytailed narco’s cock…and you’ll get it. I promise. All you’ve gotta do is say it.”

She tries to arch her hips to get me to sink in deeper, but I hold back. It’s fuckin’ torture ’cause she’s so hot and slick. I just know she’s gonna wreck me once I’m buried balls deep inside her.

Frustration flashes across her face before she lets out an exasperated sound. “Fine.” Obstinance lights up her eyes as she grits out each word. “I need a ponytailed narco’s cock.” Glarin’ at me, she tacks on, “There. Happy now?”

“Mm, not really.” With an expression of fake regret, I shake my head. “Didn’t sound like you meant it.”

When those gorgeous brown eyes go wide and her lips part, I know I’m a second away from gettin’ an earful. I take advantage by fittin’ my mouth to hers and drivin’ my cock inside her.

Holy fuck. I swear, I lose all ability to breathe ’cause I’ve never felt a pussy this perfect before. So damn snug and wet and hot, her inner muscles clamp down on me as if her next orgasm’s already in the works.

Bracin’ myself above her, I deepen each powerin’ thrust, grindin’ the root of my cock against her clit. Her hands grip my ass, urgin’ me closer.

When I take her right leg and drape it over my shoulder, it has me sinkin’ even deeper. Her lips part and her gorgeous tits heave with labored breaths. I drop my gaze to where our bodies are joined and slow down the pace. Fuck if this isn’t the best view I’ve seen yet.

“Look at us.” My chest heaves as I fight for restraint. My dick begs me to pound her perfect pussy, but I wanna make this last.

“Look at how good you’re takin’ me.” I wait for her eyes to lower to where I withdraw from her until only the tip remains inside. She’s fuckin’ drenched me in her slickness.

I ease back in slowly, and she whimpers. “Feels like this pussy of yours was made to take my cock.” In and out, nice and slow. I’m torturin’ both of us, but it’s so fuckin’ good.

“Santy…” She bucks her hips with a whimpered protest. “Please.”

The blatant need in her voice has my cock firin’ off a warnin’ shot inside her, and this is when reality breaks through. I go still with a wince. “Fuuuck.”

Alarm fills her tone as wariness edges into her gaze. “What?”

“I forgot a damn condom.” I blow out a harsh breath. “And I never fuckin’ forget.”

Her lips part, then close, before partin’ again. “Never?”

Our eyes hold while I answer firmly, “Never.”

“Then this…is a first for you?” Brown eyes search mine.

“Yeah.”

“I haven’t been with anyone since…” She trails off, but I get what she’s sayin’. “And I know I’m clean.”

She hasn’t been with anyone since that bastard of an ex who beat on her. The relevance of that isn’t lost on me. “I’m clean. Always make sure, ’cause I don’t take any chances otherwise.”

“Okay, then,” she whispers before wettin’ her lips. It’s a dead giveaway that she’s nervous.

I lower my mouth to hers and suckle at her bottom lip. “You gonna let me do this?” I ease my cock back inside her, buryin’ it deep. “Gonna let me take your pussy with my bare cock?”

Her answer’s breathless. “I suppose, if you must.”

A surprised grunt of a laugh escapes me. Lola-fuckin’-Arias is somethin’ else entirely.

I take her mouth in a deep kiss before whisperin’, “It’s a definite must.”