Chapter 25
Lily
Ihate that we had to finish last night talking about Blake. But we needed to. While this trip was meant to be relaxing, we, unfortunately, couldn’t ignore the ticking clock of the investigation.
We just need to find something that will give the cops a reason to look somewhere else. Though possibly stealing a lot of money from his company seems like a good motive to move suspicion off of me. But I can see why they wouldn’t consider that since Bob himself admits that they aren’t sure yet.
Regardless of whether Bob feels like he should be on the list of suspects or not.
Then there’s Vernon.
He has to know.
Everything.
He has to know what Blake was up to before he died.
My heart clenches when I think about that. I don’t even know why I didn’t consider that possibility earlier.
As tears threaten to form, I take a sip of my coffee.
I left Chris asleep in the bed this morning so I could have a few minutes to myself.
To process and plan. After I made a cup of coffee, I made my way out to the back deck, where Chris and I sat last evening.
The trees and plants are just starting to bloom on this cool spring morning.
The door opening draws my attention from the landscape to Chris stepping out, shirtless, in only a pair of grey sweatpants that hide absolutely nothing.
My eyebrows rise as he saunters over to me, his muscles rippling with every step.
It still surprises me that all of that is hidden under his tailored suits every day.
“Baby, I woke up very lonely this morning.” He kisses my forehead, the mintiness of his breath washing over my face, before lifting the blanket and settling in next to me and wrapping his arm around me.
I lean into his warmth and inhale the scent of his leftover body wash and cologne. “Sorry, you looked so peaceful, so I didn’t want to wake you up.”
He hums against my hair before lifting my chin and capturing my lips.
His kiss is deep and arousing, making me very glad I also brushed my teeth when I first woke up this morning.
As his tongue slides against me, I press into him more, clenching my thighs together at the rush of desire that floods my veins.
“I want you so bad this morning, baby,” Chris murmurs against my lips.
“We can go inside.”
He shakes his head, his lips still brushing against mine. “No, here.”
I pull back so I can look into his eyes. His sexy smirk almost makes me give in without a protest. “Chris, we can’t. What if someone sees us?”
Waving a hand toward the forest, he says, “The only living creature that will see, or hear, us is the bears. There isn’t another house for at least a quarter mile.”
“That doesn’t sound very far…”
He slides off the swing next to me, sinking to his knees at my feet and pushing the blanket up my legs.
“I need you to lift your hips just a little, baby.”
His command is quiet and gruff, silencing any more arguments from me as it hits me between the legs. I shift my hips, and he slips my pajama pants down my legs. The cold air, combined with how turned on I am, causes a shiver to ripple through me.
Chris runs a finger up the inside of my thigh, and the already-present goosebumps intensify. “Scoot your gorgeous ass out to the edge of the seat. I need better access to this delicious pussy.”
I do as he demands once again. Then he rests each of my thighs on his shoulders before not wasting any time and slipping two fingers inside me.
“You’re so fucking wet already, Lily. Just imagine how wet you’ll be after I’m done devouring every drop of this.”
All I can manage is a whimper as he uses his other hand to expose my clit to his intense and admiring gaze.
I lose sight of his face as he ducks down and runs his tongue over my exposed nerves, the blankets partially covering his head from where they’re resting across my lap.
I tilt my head back with a moan, letting the sensations of his fingers and mouth mingle with the slight rock of the swing to create a slight out-of-body experience.
He does exactly what he said he’d do and eats me like he’s starving and I’m a five-course meal. At first, I tried to keep any sounds I made quiet, but as the minutes tick by, I care less and less if anyone hears us. Everything feels too good to care.
When Chris sucks my clit hard, I let out a gasping moan. “Chris, I’m going to come.”
Another suck. “Yes, baby, please. Come on my face.”
One minute is all it takes before my muscles contract and we both moan through my orgasm.
After the burst of sensation subsides, I sit up to find Chris with a cocky grin still between my thighs.
He shifts back to pull the blankets back over my bare legs, and I can’t help but notice the considerable bulge in the front of his sweatpants.
“Stand up.” It’s my turn to tell him what to do.
His grin widens. “Oh, I think I love it when you boss me around.”
Rolling my eyes with a grin, we both stand. I place my hand on his chest, urging him backwards until his back is against the railing, and he’s watching me curiously, waiting for my next move. As I start to sink down to my knees, his hands grip my biceps.
I frown up at him. “Chris, I want to do this. Don’t stop me.”
His chuckle is thick with arousal. “Trust me, baby. I might die if this doesn’t happen, so I’m not stopping you. But you cannot kneel on this deck.”
He shifts me to the side and grabs the cushion from the swing. Resuming the position, he drops it in front of him.
I beam up at him. “Thank you, that was very sweet.”
He dips his chin in a nod as he holds my hands, helping steady me as I kneel at his feet. I grip the top of his sweatpants, pulling them down just enough so that his dick is free. Excited for my first taste of him, I run my tongue over the tip dripping with pre-cum.
Chris lets out a deep groan that hits me in my core, as if I didn’t have one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had just minutes ago.
His fingers slip into my hair at the back of my head.
He doesn’t make a move to control my motions.
His fingertips simply massage my scalp as I run my tongue over his length.
Loving the way he tastes, I suck his tip into my mouth before letting him slip to the back of my throat.
With a groan, Chris bucks his hips slightly, causing me to gag.
“Shit, sorry, baby,” he bites out through gritted teeth.
I don’t remove him from my mouth to answer verbally, but I grip his hips and force him to the back of my throat again as I fight against my gag reflex this time to take him even deeper.
“Fuuuck,” he draws out as he shifts his hips to match my movements.
I hold on to one of his thighs for balance as I stroke his shaft for added sensation, which has his moans getting louder and more baritone as his fingers tighten in my hair.
“Lily, baby, I’m going to come down your throat if you don’t stop.” His voice is strained with desire, and it’s evident just how close he is by how he’s throbbing between my lips.
Wanting to taste him just as much as he tasted me, my answer to him is sucking him harder into my mouth, swallowing around his tip. With that, he releases into my mouth with a roar that echoes through the trees.
I let him go with a pop as I sit back on my feet and catch my breath. Chris pulls up his sweatpants and kneels in front of me. With a grip on the back of my head, he pulls me in for a kiss. The mixture of our arousals have me panting for more by the time he breaks away.
He brushes hair off from my cheeks with a satisfied grin on his handsome face. “Lily, you’re perfect. I hope you know that.”
My heart shatters at his words. How could he know that? How could he believe that?
Because he doesn’t know the real you. If he did, he’d feel differently.
His story from yesterday has weighed heavily on me. Will he hate me when he hears the truth? What will he think of me? How can I ever be a person he could love? Because I know I’m absolutely in love with him. This weekend has solidified it.
A strangled sob leaves my mouth, and his face falls. He stands, taking me with him to the porch swing. If it wasn’t for his hold, I’d collapse right where I stand. He sits and pulls me down next to him, gathering me in his arms. I don’t even feel the cold as the truth comes crashing down around me.
“Baby, Lily, please tell me what’s going through that beautiful head of yours,” he coos into my hair.
Pain and fear rip my heart in two as I push back from him, trying to dislodge his hold, knowing that’s what’s about to come anyway. But he doesn’t let me. He tightens his hold and pulls me back into him. I grip handfuls of his shirt and stare up into the face I’ll miss forever when he leaves me.
My chest heaves as I whisper, “I’m not perfect, Chris. I’m not. I’m an awful person.”
Confusion pinches his features as he shakes his head. “I don’t understand, Lily.”
I lick my chapped lips, dropping my chin to my chest. I can’t look at him when I say this. Blocking out everything, I squeeze my eyes shut. My throat feels like it’s filled with glass when I cry out, “I did it, Chris. It was me.”
The swing stops moving as his foot plants on the deck. The only noise around us is the early morning sound of the wilderness waking up to greet the day.
His words sound scratchy when he asks, “What did you say?”
Slowly, I lift my head and finally open my eyes to meet his. There are so many emotions warring in his gaze that it takes my breath away. My lips part on my jagged inhale. Once I’ve exhaled the stale air from my lungs, I whisper one more time, “I did it. I… I killed him.”
“Look, you asshole, I’ll pay you the fucking money when I get the insurance.
I’m not paying you before you do it. I just need the bitch gone.
You failed last week with her brakes. Like how fucking stupid do you have to be?
” Blake’s infuriated tone carries easily through the crack in his office door.