Page 5 of Never Gonna Lie (Forbidden #2)

Chapter Five

JAMES

F uck my life, I’m so bored .

The minute we walked into Danny’s bar, you could tell this woman wasn’t impressed.

Her nose turned up at the, what I would call, a pretty ordinary bar, asking to go somewhere else.

Why I didn’t turn around and leave, I have no idea; apparently, I’m a glutton for punishment.

I’ve never been the type of guy to dine at fancy restaurants.

I’m a down-to-earth guy who loves my creature comforts, and Danny’s is one of those places.

Once we were seated and ordered, Tara seemed to chill out a bit, but my god, she won’t stop talking .

I’ve had her whole life’s story from beginning to end in the space of an hour, and fifty-nine of those minutes I’ve been thinking of an excuse to leave.

I feel like the world’s biggest asshole, and to be fair, I probably am, but Christ, a guy can only take so much before enough is enough .

I wonder if I shove my cock down her throat far enough, she’ll stop, or if she’ll keep going?

I kinda wanna find out, but at the same time I don’t.

She’s been making sly comments and using any excuse to brush up against me while we’ve been here, so I think she’d be a safe bet, but honestly, this is fucking torture.

Her shrill voice is really starting to irritate the shit out of me, and I rub my temples to ease the headache that’s beginning to form.

Just as I’m thinking about getting the hell out of here, Tara leans across the table, places a hand on my arm, and leans in to whisper, “Wanna get out of here?”

The smell of her perfume starts to make me feel nauseous, but the overriding want to get my dick sucked wins—I’m an asshole. Sue me.

I nod my head, and she jumps out of her chair, excitement clear on her face as I give a small smile in return. I say smile, it’s more of a grimace.

We drive back to mine and fall through the door. When I say fall through, I mean fall through—Tara practically tackles me in her haste to get her hands on me—groping everywhere. I’m about two seconds away from kicking her out, dick be damned.

I put my hands on her arms to hold her in place, the smile on her lips is kinda creepy looking as she runs a finger up my chest. Tara launches herself forward, trying to capture my lips, but I turn my head at the last second, not wanting her lips on mine.

Removing myself from her grip, I walk into the living room and head to the bar with Tara hot on my heels.

I can see her looking around with dollar signs in her eyes.

After so many years of people using you to get your money, you kinda get a sixth sense for people who are genuine and people who aren’t— she isn’t.

Tara comes up behind me and starts rubbing my shoulders. Her touch causes me to involuntarily shudder, and not in a good way.

Having had enough, I turn around and bring my hand up, grabbing a fistful of her hair. “Be a good girl and suck my dick,” I demand.

I let her hair go and she immediately drops to her knees, fumbling with my belt buckle. Her enthusiasm should be praised, but I feel nothing.

She pulls my dick free from my slacks, but I’m still soft, not even the slightest bit interested in what’s happening. Tara tries working me with her hand, but it’s not working. I throw my head back and stare at the ceiling, willing something, anything to happen.

Fuck!

Bringing my head forward, I glance down, ready to put my dick away when I see the back of her head, and that’s when it comes crashing into me who she reminds me of—Raven. Blood rushes to my dick, and I groan.

Oh shit . No, no, no, no, no .

Thinking of anything other than Raven and my dick starts to deflate. I can’t let Tara suck me off to thoughts of Raven… can I?

Yes. No! Maybe?

Guilt churns through me, but what no one knows can’t hurt, right?

Closing my eyes, I think back to the night of Raven’s party, of her in the silky white dress that made her pale skin glow. The way her green eyes brightened and the soft smile that pulled at her lips as soon as she saw me.

I finally open my eyes, and I watch as Tara gets an excited gleam in her eyes that I’m finally hard.

Unfortunately for her, though, she’s not who my body’s reacting to.

She engulfs my dick with her mouth, making these weird noises in the back of her throat, almost like a feral cat, and begins to bob her head up and down .

My mind wanders to another redhead, one I shouldn’t crave, but do anyway. I think of Raven on her knees in front of me, of her pouty pink lips wrapped around my cock as she chokes on it. My dick jerks at the vision, and my hips shift forward, causing Tara to gag and moan.

“You like that, whore?” I grind out as I grab a handful of her hair and thrust harder. “You like being a dirty slut for me, don’t you?”

Tara nods her head as she continues making her feral cat noises, but I’m too lost in the moment to care. I can feel my balls tighten as I fuck her face harder, pushing my dick so far to the back of her throat, her nose hits my pubic bone with each thrust.

“Fuck, just like that, Raven.”

Tara tries stopping at the mention of a different name, but I keep going, gripping her hair tighter.

I’m gasping for air as my mind conjures up Raven in various positions. It's wrong, I know it is, but I can’t stop. Honestly, I don’t think I’d want to, even if I could. Envisioning Raven on her knees in front of me ignites a fire in my veins, and I come so hard I nearly pass out.

Tara chokes on my load as I deep throat her, my grip on her not loosening until I’m completely spent. Once I’m done, she scrambles away from me, breathing heavily as she wipes drool and cum from her chin.

“The fuck, James?” she shrieks. “And who’s Raven? My name’s Tara .”

Zipping my trousers up and tucking my shirt in, I gesture to the door with my head. “You can leave now.”

“What? You can’t do that,” she yells as she stands up. Anger pools in her gaze as she realizes she isn’t going to get what she wants out of me. “Do you know who I am?” she continues.

Turning my back on her, I walk toward the bar and pour myself a glass of whiskey. “Nope, nor do I care.” I shrug. “You can see yourself out.”

Tara growls in frustration and stamps her foot like a child. She marches to the counter and snatches up her bag before storming to the front door, slamming it closed behind her.

Snatching the glass from the bar, I down it in one before pouring myself another one and slumping onto the cream sofa and raking a hand down my face.

Shit .

The first woman I decided to give the time of day to since Raven’s birthday, and I can’t think of anything but her.

There’s something seriously wrong with my old ass to even be thinking about a twenty-year-old woman.

Yes, she’s legal, but fuck sake, couldn’t I have been lusting after a woman a few more years older than her?

I sip on my drink as Drew’s face springs to mind, and a wave of sickness hits me.

Of all the women in the world, why does it have to be his daughter that’s been burnt into my brain?

I need to cut this shit out, right the fuck now.

Raven would be mortified and disgusted if she knew I harbored these…

thoughts toward her. They aren’t feelings—I don’t do those.

An unhealthy upbringing tends to make you avoid anything relating to love.

But I can’t deny the fact that when I kissed her, my whole world shifted. Everything suddenly became technicolor when I was drowning in gray. She’s ruined me, and she doesn’t even know it. I down the rest of my drink, desperately wishing the night of Raven’s birthday had never happened.