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Chapter Fifteen

LIE

I feel like I’m always waiting for my parents to go to bed or leave the house or become absorbed in something before I can go. I’m not even trying to sneak out late at night. It’s mid-morning and my mother is still home.

Dad works on Makara in upper management. He has a regular nine-to-five schedule, but because he’s put in the time, he also has a lot of freedom to come and go as he needs to.

Mom works for the school, not as a teacher, but organizing activities for the student body, staff, families, and community involvement. She doesn’t have set hours, but she’s always out of the house by nine-thirty.

Except today, apparently.

I sigh impatiently, listening to her scurry about the house. Is she cleaning? Was that the vacuum?

“Oh, come on,” I mutter.

My phone vibrates in my hand, and I look at the screen. With a smile, I answer. “Hey.”

“Come over,” Laiken says.

“I’m trying,” I hiss. “Mom is still here.”

“Why?”

I roll my eyes. “I don’t know.” It’s not like I can’t just say I’m heading to Laiken’s and we’re going to spend the day doing whatever. I could say we’re planning to watch the grass grow, and neither of my parents would think anything of it.

But I feel like they can see through that lie now. Like they’ll just know I’m hiding something.

Maybe because I’ve never really lied to them about anything.

I haven’t needed to. Haven’t wanted to. My dad is my best friend.

There’s never been a thing that I haven’t wanted to share with him.

I’m convinced he knew when I snuck out to meet Cash as a teen.

There’s a very good chance he let me sneak out because he knew I wasn’t getting into trouble.

My door is cracked, so I see my mother hurry by. Then she turns around and knocks, pushing the door open.

“Hi, baby.”

I bring the phone down to my side. “Hey, Mom.”

“Are you going to be home today?”

Oh, no. This feels like a trap. “I’m heading out soon. Why?”

“I’m waiting on a package. I just don’t want it to sit outside.”

“Oh. I can try to check in later.”

“That would be great. Thank you. I’m heading to work now. You have the day off?”

I nod. “Yep.”

“Good. You’ve been working hard. I’m very proud of you.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

She flashes me a smile and turns for the door, but pauses when her attention lands on my shirt. It’s the one Goodbye Kitty shirt I own, but it’s so damn cute. And I’m pretty sure there’s a dick hidden in the design, which is why I have it at all.

But it’s pink on black, feminine. Something my mother doesn’t approve of me wearing. I wait for her to say something and am pleasantly surprised when she smiles again and hurries from my room, leaving my door open.

I pick up the phone again. Laiken is still there. “She’s leaving,” I whisper.

“I heard. Hurry that sexy ass up.”

In the distance, I hear the front door close. “Watch for her to walk by.” I get off my bed and flick my light off, heading for the kitchen. I don’t go outside until Laiken tells me she walked by his house. Then I’m bolting it out the sliding door and across the lawn.

Laiken is waiting in the kitchen, leaning against the counter facing the glass doors. I hang up my phone and slide the door open. We meet in the middle of the kitchen, mouths colliding. His hand drops to my ass, hauling me off my feet so I wrap around him.

Behind me, the glass door slides closed, and I hear the lock click into place. Then he’s bringing me through the no-longer-mustard-yellow living room and down the hall, past the front door where he pauses to flick the deadbolt, and into his bedroom.

We land on his bed, Laiken on top of me, kissing like teenagers. His body is heavy, big, covering me entirely. I love the feel of him. How hot his skin is. The texture of his skin, the scruff of his hair against my face, how he practically buries me between his body and the mattress.

His hands move along my sides, slipping under my shirt to dance across my bare skin. My muscles dance in excitement.

“Your skin is so soft,” Laiken murmurs. “Like fucking silk.”

I grin. “I have a healthy lotion regimen.”

He hums in appreciation. His lips leave mine, and his face hovers as he stares into my eyes. Minutes pass, and still he stares.

“What’re you thinking?” I ask, scratching the hair on his jaw, loving the feel of it.

Laiken shakes his head subtly. “You know that feeling when you have a million thoughts and they feel crowded in the space, all jumbling together, so you can’t grasp one specific one?” I nod. “That’s it. I’m thinking so many things, but not a single one.”

“Good things? Bad things?”

“Good things,” Laiken says. “Maybe some guilty things.”

My smile climbs a little because I understand that. I tangle my fingers into his hair and bring his mouth down to mine. Sometimes the guilt makes everything taste a little more . Because we shouldn’t be doing this. It would probably upset a very important person in both of our lives.

“I want to take your clothes off,” Laiken murmurs.

I nod. “Do it.”

He doesn’t stop kissing me for another minute, but then pulls away to kneel between my legs. He pushes my shirt up first, and I sit up long enough for him to get it over my head. Then I lie back down, and his hands move over my chest.

Laiken has big hands. I swear, one covers me entirely as he touches me everywhere. Along my sternum, over my ribs, brushing my nipples, over my fluttering stomach, into my navel, then back up and along my collarbones.

“Beautiful,” he whispers.

The way he’s looking at me, I believe him. He shifts so he can pull my pants off, his eyes flicker to mine. “Loose, linen pants. I haven’t seen you in anything but dick-bragging shorts in ages.”

I laugh. “These are nice to lounge around in. Shorts aren’t always comfortable to sit in because they ride and bunch and pinch in uncomfortable ways.”

“Ah.” He wiggles them down my hips and off, tossing them aside. He continues his examination of my legs, thighs, and hips. His fingers brush teasingly against my dick in passing, making shivers of arousal skate along my skin.

Just when I think I’m going to lose my mind, Laiken removes my underwear, leaving me completely exposed to him. I’m not quite hard. Hardening for sure, but not there yet. The more he touches me, though, the harder I become.

“Roll over. I need to see all of you.”

Grinning, I do as he requests and lie on my stomach. I’m not surprised when his hands go straight to my ass. He squeezes, massages, and spreads my cheeks.

Laiken groans. “Look at that pretty hole.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him I cleaned myself extra good for him, but then his finger brushes over my hole, and words fail me. They slip away, and I concentrate on the feeling of his finger along my crack, pressing gently to my hole. Down along my taint and teasing my balls.

Fuck. I arch a little, trying not to moan. His hands leave my ass and run along my back, my neck, the backs of my legs, my waist. It feels as if he’s memorizing me, committing me to memory. My breath catches because I think maybe he’s doing it, knowing that this isn’t going to last much longer.

With that thought, I’m anxious to touch him, too. To learn every single inch of his body, inside and out. My thoughts freeze midstream when his hands come back to my ass, spreading my cheeks wide. Once again, his thumb pets my hole and he gently places pressure on it.

“You’re not a virgin, are you?” Laiken asks.

I laugh. “No.” When he doesn’t respond, I ask, “Is that a disappointment?”

“No,” Laiken answers. “I guess maybe I’m a little irrationally irritated that someone else has touched you, but I’m not disappointed.”

“Well, that’s good. If we’re going to talk about experience, I think your list is far longer than mine.”

Laiken chuckles. “Tell me yours.”

“There really isn’t a whole lot to tell. I first started fooling around at sixteen, as teenagers do. Please don’t be one of those people who forget their teenage years and think kids should be celibate.”

He snorts. “No.”

“Okay, cool. I began messing around then. A week before graduation, I had sex for the first time. Wasn’t the best thing I’ve ever done.

I learned how to do it better over the summer.

Then there was college where it was a hellhole to be anything but straight, so for the most part, I fucked around with a couple of closeted DL guys.

I slutted around a little bit last summer before heading back to Texas and school.

That’s the last time I was touched, though.

Nothing at school. The hate really kicked up a notch in the new dorm. ”

“No one since you came home,” he notes.

I shake my head.

“Why?”

I lick my lips, closing my eyes. “I guess… I felt like a failure and that feeling has just carried around in all aspects of my life.”

“A failure,” Laiken repeats.

I nod. “I know I didn’t drop out of school for grades or because it was hard, but I still quit midsemester. My brain keeps telling me I failed.”

“Elijah,” he says, voice soft. I try to resist when he rolls me onto my back. “Nothing about what happened at school is your fault. You’re not a failure. If I were you or your parent, I’d be suing the fuck out of that school for allowing harassment and bullying to continue and escalate.”

I smile softly. “Dad had the semester refunded.”

Laiken shakes his head. “That’s not enough. That’s not?—”

“I know. But all I want to do is put it behind me and never be in a place or situation like that again. All those people are going to have to live with their petty hate for the rest of their lives. That’s a miserable life.”

Laiken continues to look at me, his eyes watchful. Studying. His hand almost absently runs along the length of my cock as if he’s petting a dog.

“Your turn. Take your clothes off.”

His lips curl, and he bows his head. He’s already not wearing a shirt because this man rarely wears a damn shirt. Which means his tan line when his shorts come off is pronounced. My grin spreads wide.

“Just a suggestion, but I think you’re going to need to begin walking around nude. Just to even out your tan.”

Laiken chuckles. “Believe it or not, I used to spend a lot of time on Makara with just that thought, but it’s a lot more difficult than you might think. I’m choosing to be two-toned instead.”

I snort, but it’s hard to concentrate on my amusement when that magnificent dick is long, fat, and steely in front of me. “I would never have guessed you have such a long schlong.”

He bursts out laughing. “Oh god.”

Sitting up, I shove him down onto his back and climb on top of him, backing my ass right up to the pole that his cock is. Using the word pole to describe it makes me laugh. “I just had an image of dancing on your cock like it’s a stripper pole.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You have a unicorn dick. The kind that everyone claims they want, but when you see it in real life, it’s fucking terrifying. Like, is that going to fit anywhere?”

“Seems you fit it in your mouth just fine.”

“Half of it, Laiken. Half. Only half. The other half had to be satisfied with my hand. You’re a horse. An elephant. Wait—you’re a whale.”

“Is that your way of telling me you want to top?”

I grin. “Oh, hell no. Actually, yeah. I want top, but you bet your big steely balls that I also want to ride this thing of lengthy perfection.”

He chuckles.

“I love dicks,” I say, sighing as I reach behind me to bring his cock along my ass crack.

“All dicks are beautiful, but you have the holy grail of cocks. It’s pretty to look at.

A work of art that belongs on posters. The mold for a dildo.

You need to be immortalized in books and calendars and erotic stories. ”

I’m babbling, but that’s because I have his cock trapped between my cheeks by my hand as I move my ass along him.

His hard dick glides along my crack, teasing my hole.

The way his breath hitches and changes, the quiet groans in the back of his throat, keep me babbling as I feel his cock all along the most sensitive parts of me.

I keep him there. Continuing to tease us both. Working my cock to dripping though it’s not being touched. I rub him along my crack until I’m shaking in need.

Laiken pulls me forward, his hand curling around my dick and slick fingers push inside my hole. I groan as he fingers me, my body hovering over him, my dick dripping on his chest and neck.

His free hand jerks himself behind me. I ride his fingers as if his cock is there. My moans fill the air, echoing in the room around us. Another finger pushes inside, making my breath catch. I gasp loudly.

His arm rubs against my leg as he jerks himself. I can’t feel his cock. Not in the position he has me in. The friction of his arm against my thigh, and his fingers in my hole, pressing on all the delicious buttons, make my eyes roll.

“So sexy, Lie,” Laiken says, voice deep and husky. “Look at you. Look at how good you feel. Look how your body shakes for me. You like that?”

“I can’t wait to have your dick in me,” I moan. “So big. It’s going to stretch me so wide.”

“You want that, Lie? You want to feel my cock reach your stomach?”

“Yes,” I moan loudly. “You want it too, right? You want to fuck me? Even though I’m your best friend’s son?”

Laiken grunts and I feel the hot burst of his load on my ass cheek. I grin, shoving my ass on his fingers as he pushes in all the good spots.

“Jesus,” he mutters.

I laugh breathlessly. The hand that had been around his dick now grips my other ass cheek, pulling it wide. His fingers push in deeper, making my body slide forward again. His mouth licks against my stomach.

“Hell help me, yes, I want to fuck you. Nason’s son. I want to shove my cock so deep inside you, breed you like a fucking animal, make you feel so good that I’m the only one you remember for the rest of your fucking life, Elijah Isaak Cain. Yes, that’s what I want.”

My body shudders in pleasure, his words making me ignite like the fireworks on the Fourth of July.