Page 12 of The Lies Always Told (Baker Oaks #4)

I slam into her, slow the first few strokes, and then hard, just like she said she likes it. I bring my hands to tease her clit, and that earns me a loud gasp she tries to cover with her hands.

“Oh no, baby girl. If you’re going to make sounds, they belong to me.” I pull her hands down, holding them against her back with one of my hands while the other one teases her clit again. I use the leverage of the window to drive my cock into her over and over again.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans, louder this time, and when I look over to the balcony, the woman has her hands on her breasts, her legs wide open over the man’s lap. That’s enough to get me close to the edge. Come on, Nellie. Give me one more.

I tease her clit, pushing her fully against the window as I slam inside her over and over again. “Are you going to come for me? I want to feel your perfect little pussy tighten around my cock.”

“Fuuuck,” she shouts, and as the other girl closes her legs, trapping the guy’s hand between her thighs, Nellie’s pussy tightens around me, pulsating, showing me how hard she can come on my cock.

“Oh, God,” she moans louder, her head tilting back as her hands lower to my thighs, grabbing and squeezing, I’m sure leaving marks as she comes around my cock.

“Yes,” I groan at the shell of her ear and slow my strokes, allowing us both to come down from the high.

“Out of all the things I could’ve gotten you, Chinese food is really what you wanted as a present?”

“Five orgasms and good food sounds like the perfect present to me,” Nellie replies as she takes another crab rangoon and shoves it into her mouth.

After the window situation, we took a shower, where I made sure she came two more times—once on my fingers, and once with my mouth.

Then, we fucked slowly on the bed. She said she didn’t like slow, but what she really means is, she needs pressure.

She wanted my entire body on her. I was afraid to hurt her, but making sure she felt enough pressure was the key to making her come again.

She asked for Chinese food almost immediately after.

“I mean, sure, but what do you actually want as a graduation present?” I ask her, grabbing the water cup from the side of the table and lifting it to her lips so she can take a sip.

“I can get used to this princess treatment,” she sasses.

“You know this can’t go any further,” I reply, reminding her—reminding us—of the reality outside these walls.

“I don’t want to think about that, Gus. I want to enjoy this. I want to enjoy us, for as long as it’ll last, even if it’s just the rest of the night.” I can do that, but I don’t think I can fuck her again if she wants to walk straight tomorrow, so I laugh.

“What are you laughing about?”

“I think you will be really sore tomorrow if we fuck again.”

“Thanks for your candor, handsome. I happen to agree with you. No more fucking tonight. Such a shame, because that—” she points toward the window, then the bathroom, “—was really hot.”

“It really was.”

She waits silently for a second, then takes another bite of her food and suddenly sits up, closing the to-go container and slapping her hands on her thighs.

“A book shopping spree,” she announces with a smile.

“What?”

“For my present. I want a book shopping spree.” She’s so damn adorable, and it’s so funny, because she can be deep, eloquent, and assertive but very playful and charming too.

“Done, but come on, Nellie. You can dream bigger than that.”

“Well, I could say take me on a sailboat out somewhere tropical and fuck me senseless for days, but that’s unrealistic.”

“Unrealistic for who?” I take the containers and put them on the night stands, handing her the cup of water .

“Well, to most people, Gus. Do you have a plane on standby so you can take me to the Virgin Islands to sail while you fuck me senseless?” she replies with the sassy tone I’m growing used to.

“Doesn’t that sound like the best way to spend the week?” I ask nonchalantly.

“We didn’t plan for this.”

“We’re planning now. Do you have a passport?”

“You don’t need a passport for the Virgin Islands, but I do have one,” she replies.

“Abraham’s birthday is this week, and he has a whole celebration planned in the Dominican. We leave tomorrow. Do you have anywhere to be for the next few days?”

She tightens her ponytail and challenges me with her eyes, as if she’s wondering if I’m bluffing. Eventually, she replies, “No, I don’t. But I don’t want you to spend all that money on a frivolous wish.”

“A wish is a wish. All you have to do is rub me, and you can call me your genie.”

“Oh my God, stop.” She laughs at my comment, and I can’t help but smile back.

“If money is not meant to be spent, then why have it at all?” It’s true.

I have more money than I can spend. I donate so much already, and what I keep, I like to spend it living my life.

What’s the point in working hard and creating business models that make you a lot of money if you can’t enjoy it?

So one day you can retire? Once one is old and everything hurts?

No, I want to live my life now. I don’t know how many years I have to live without being confined to infusions and rescue treatments. So, for right now, I live.

“Gus…”

“Nellie…”

“People can’t find out.”

“It’s a discreet event, I promise. Abraham… Well, his parties are a little something, But nobody will know. ”

“Are you really asking to take me somewhere tropical for a week?”

“And fuck you senseless, remember?”

She smiles back at me, grabbing the pillow and tossing it my way. “Don’t get me all excited if you don’t mean it.”

“I don’t say things I don’t mean, Nellie. But I do have to ask for one thing..”

“I thought it was my gift.” Her eyes are starting to get heavy, but she still smiles and says, “What is it?”

“You have to promise not to fall in love with me.” She stares at me before climbing up on the bed and laying her head on a pillow.

“Don’t worry, Gus. I won’t. Now, let’s go to sleep. If you expect me to be vacation ready tomorrow, I need my beauty sleep.”

She pulls the blanket over her, and when I turn off the light, she turns her body and climbs up my torso, laying her head on my shoulder and wrapping her arm and leg around me.

There’s no such thing as personal space when it comes to this girl, and I like it more than I should. Maybe I need to keep the not falling in love promise front and center too.