Page 98 of Tell Me Pucking Lies

“Fuck, that’s so hot, baby. Don’t fucking stop.”

I don’t.

I can’t.

I squirt all over him and ride out my orgasm. I feel the moment he comes inside of me. He doesn’t stop moving, drawing out my pleasure with his.

I fall onto the bed, exhausted and floating on cloud nine.

He lays beside me and his wet dick rests against my ass.

“I soaked your bed,” I say, my voice muffled into the pillow.

“I came in you twice.”

We stare at each other in the dim light of his dorm room.

My body is still humming, skin flushed and sensitive. The sheets beneath me are damp, twisted.

He grabs my chin gently and kisses me. Soft this time. Almost tender.

I stare at him while he kisses me, and I can’t help but wonder why he is the way that he is. How someone who deals drugs, who threatens people, who tied me to a tree in the woods—how that same person can kiss me like this.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he murmurs against my lips.

I pull back slightly to look at him. “Mm?”

I smirk. “Why sell something you don’t even believe in?”

He raises an eyebrow. “What makes you think I don’t believe in it?”

I can’t help the words that tumble out. We just had amazing sex, but I’m overflowing with questions.

I start off slow. “You cut my brother off… You threaten to cut Thea off if she buys for him… And then you save his life. Then you put him in rehab?” I search his face. “That’s not the behavior of someone who believes drugs are good.”

“That’s different.” His thumb traces my jawline. “I’m doing it for you.”

I laugh, but it sounds hollow. “Me? Why?”

“Tiger. Lexi.” His eyes darken with the memory. “You squirted all over my sheets. You fucked me on my drum set. And you let me come in you. Twice in one night?” He whistles low. “A man would do much, much more for that.”

Heat floods my face. “Oh yeah? What else are you willing to do?”

“Anything.”

The word hangs between us, heavy with promise and threat.

I smile, tugging him closer by the neck. “Then cuddle me and pretend to like it.”

“I don’t have to pretend,” he says, pulling me against his chest.

His heart beats steady under my ear. Strong. Alive.

I shrug my shoulders against him, feeling the wet sheets. “Okay. Maybe we should shower.”

He releases me and stands in one fluid motion. I turn to check him out—can’t help myself. His body is ridiculous. All hard muscle and ink. And his dick swings between his legs, still semi-hard even after everything we just did.

“I can’t believe you,” I say.