Page 33 of Whisper Pretty Lies (Lust & Liars #1)

Damon

I slept like a baby, knowing Evan is probably freaking the fuck out. I woke up early to run and left my door open into the bathroom, so she’ll know I’m not there. She needs to get comfortable with our living arrangement.

I shouldn’t have kissed her last night. But I can’t regret it.

Kissing isn’t my favorite thing to do with a girl. Not when I can bury my cock into their tight cunt or warm mouth. I prefer fucking. But I could see getting lost in Evan’s taste for hours, just kissing.

But Cam is right, the girl is loyal to her boyfriend. We have no fucking clue why. I could have pushed for more last night, but at some point she would have come to her senses.

Even now, the memory of her makes me hard. She tastes like cotton candy, and I’ve always had a sweet tooth.

I head into my bedroom and notice the door to the bathroom is closed. I smirk. By now she realizes I won’t have any locks between us, but I have every intention of making her feel at home.

I go into the bathroom and the separate toilet room door is closed, with the light shining under it. I close the door to her bedroom before turning on the shower. I strip down and step under the water.

There’s no door, just a piece of glass and an opening. The mirror hangs directly across from me, giving me the perfect view of the water closet door. The water warms as I duck under it, rinsing the sweat from my hair.

The toilet flushes, but Evan still doesn’t come out. I shampoo my hair and soap my body before stepping back under the stream to rinse. She’ll have to come out eventually, but maybe she thinks she can wait me out.

Thinking of her so fucking close has me hard.

“Little devil, come out and play,” I say, loud enough to be heard.

“You’re in the shower.” The door muffles her voice. “I can wait.”

“I’m not getting out of the shower until you come out.” I rinse all the soap from my body and hair. I slide my hand over my cock. “Come on, Evan, I’ve seen you naked already. Now’s your opportunity for payback.”

That gets her to open the door. It’s why she was in my room last night. If I hadn’t invaded her space, she never would have ventured into mine.

She doesn’t come out of the doorway next to the shower. I meet her gaze in the mirror, challenging her. Her gaze rakes over me. She’s got on pajamas, a little top and shorts. Her lips part when she notices my hand stroking my cock.

“It’s only fair, little devil.” I try to coax her out. “I watched you come all over that hand. Don’t you want to watch me come all over mine?”

She swallows, but somewhere in that little, tight-strung body she finds the courage to step out of the only place she can hide from me. I want her to feel safe, but there’s a key on the door frame if I need to pry her out of it.

“Want to give me the live show?” I smirk. The memory of her hand moving beneath those panties is burned in my mind.

“No.” She steps out to the counter and washes her hands before turning around. Her ass rests against the edge of the countertop and she crosses her arms below her breasts as she blatantly watches me stroke myself.

I reach over and turn off the water. When I step out of the shower and onto the shower mat, her lips part. Fuck, I want to know what those lips will feel like wrapped around my cock.

“Tell me what you thought about when you touched yourself, little devil.”

Her blue eyes spark as she lifts them to mine. “No.”

My gaze drops to her breasts.

“Show me your tits.” I arch an eyebrow in challenge.

Her brow furrows. “I’m not helping you.”

“But you want to, don’t you, little devil?” Precum leaks out of my tip and I spread it down my cock. I’ve worked on my body to make it a masterpiece for hockey. I tower over Evan. Every girl who’s ever seen me wants to fuck me. I doubt Evan is any different. “Do you want a taste? I won’t tell.”

“Is that what you want?” Evan lifts her gaze to mine. Her blue eyes have darkened with desire. Will she be wet if I slide my hand into her panties?

“It’s a start.” I squeeze my base to keep from coming.

“What do you want from me?” She drops her arms to her sides but she presses her thighs together.

“Are you turned on, little devil?” I step toward her and watch her breath catch.

She’s trying to be so fucking brave. So certain I won’t take what I want from her. I could have her, but she might cry foul. And while I want her and her mother gone from my house, I need time with her first. I want to take advantage of her stay here.

“I have a boyfriend.” She’s not offended or telling me off. It’s a statement of fact.

“And you’re loyal to him?” I step closer.

She lifts her chin. “Of course.”

“Except you kissed both Hawk and me.”

“You both kissed me.” Her cheeks flush redder. Semantics. Poor little devil.

“And you kissed us back.” I brush my hand over her jaw and she shivers.

Her eyes grow wary. She never should have let me get this close. My dick grows harder.

“You should have pushed me away like you did Hawk.”

“Are you going to finish this little demonstration so we can move on?” She raises an eyebrow like I’m beneath her. “After all, you saw mine. Show me yours.”

It’s not a bad image. Her riding my hard cock. Those breasts rising and falling with her movements. I groan as my release claws at me.

I smirk and close the distance between us before she can think of getting away, wrapping my hand behind her neck and dropping my mouth to hers. Her hands go to my chest, probably to push me away. But her lips part beneath mine with a whimper.

Her surrender makes me come all over my hand. I groan into her mouth, wishing I’d spilled it inside her instead. Soon. Because fucking cotton candy. My cum-covered hand slides to her ass to draw her against me. She gasps and her hands press against my bare chest.

It’s too fucking late to protest, and she’s not even really trying to get away as she matches my tongue and lips, following my lead. Her kiss is intoxicating.

My still-hard cock rests against her stomach. The hard tips of her breasts brush against my chest. Fuck, if I slide my hand into her panties, how wet will she be?

Before I can back away enough to slide my hand between us, there’s faint knocking. It’s not on the bathroom door.

“Evan?” Her mother’s voice is muffled by the two doors.

Evan pushes a little harder. I bite down on her lip and she moans like I shoved my fingers into her pussy. Fuck, what is it about this girl?

I back away. She stands there for a moment. Her blond hair wild from sleep and my hand in it. Her blue eyes wide with mortification.

“Your boyfriend doesn’t deserve your loyalty, little devil.”

“What do you mean?” She presses her trembling fingers against her lower lip. It’s swollen from my kisses and my bite. There’s a spot of my cum on her top.

I want her to question everything. “Do you think you’re the only one he’s fucking?”

EvanAnn

I’m not proud. I fled that bathroom. Payback sounded like a good idea. Make him feel how I felt. Exposed.

But it was a double-edged sword. I’ve never watched a guy jerk off in real life.

My pussy pulsed and clenched watching his fist work himself.

Imagining what it would feel like if he pushed inside me, filling me.

My breasts felt tight and achy. And even though he was the one getting off, I was breathing hard.

My panties are damp, and I’m decidedly rumpled when I answer the door. My lip aches from where he bit me. I never should have let him kiss me. I never should have stayed for his little demonstration.

“Yes?” I open the door only a few inches.

“Did I wake you?” Mom smiles. “How’d you sleep?”

Like crap. “Good. I’m not dressed, Mom.”

“Oh, okay.” She touches my forehead. “Are you getting sick? You seem flushed?”

“I’m good.” I blow out a breath. “Just hurried to get the door is all.”

“Do you have plans today?” she asks. She knows things get busy with rehearsal. Maybe she wants to spend time together. Or she might be checking to see if she can go out with Adam again.

“I’m going to the hockey scrimmage, dinner, and a party with Mia, her brother, and Chase.” My brain stalls on what Damon said. Chase doesn’t deserve my loyalty? What does he mean I’m not the only one Chase is fucking? He’s not even fucking me. We’re dating, so he shouldn’t be fucking anyone else.

Is Damon trying to get into my head? Mission accomplished. He’s been living there rent-free for years and now, he’s moved in permanently after that kiss. Why didn’t I push him away? I could have turned my head. Why did I stay in there at all?

“Oh, good. I was worried. We’re going to the city to have dinner and might be back late. We may decide to stay there, depending on traffic.” Mom smiles and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. “But it sounds like you’ll be busy.”

I nod. Pretty sure there’s cum on the back of my shorts. Fuck, what was I thinking? That I could go toe-to-toe with Damon Storm? I’m not experienced enough to deal with someone like him.

“Morning.” Damon nods to my mother as he passes her in the hallway. He’s dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt that stretches across his chest. His blond hair is as unruly as ever.

Mom brightens. “Good morning.”

His blue eyes flick up to mine, and it’s like I can still feel the heat of him pressed against me. All of him.

“Shower’s all yours, Evan.” He winks.

My cheeks flare with heat. “Thanks.”

Mom smiles in approval and watches him walk down the hallway. “I’m glad to see you two getting along.”

“Did you need anything else, Mom?” I’m suddenly exhausted.

“Oh, Adam said you can use one of his cars while yours is being fixed.” She smiles and holds out a set of keys.

I take them and turn them over in my hand. BMW? “But my car only had a flat.”

“Adam had them take it in for a tune-up. He doesn’t want you to get stranded again. He’ll take care of everything, honey.” Mom glances down the hallway. “I’m sure it won’t take long.”

I can’t drive this, unless it’s a beater. Fuck.

I’m still not sure how I’m going to get to the scrimmage. My brain’s been turning over the problem since I took the fastest shower known to man. I worried about the door opening and Damon coming back in to finish what he started.

I’m trying not to focus on seeing him naked and stroking his cock in front of me. Because part of me wants him to finish what he started. Every inch of me ached for his touch. If I felt half of this with Chase, I wouldn’t still be a virgin.

Damon is potent. And all I feel now is guilt for how much I want him.

I put on some light makeup and pull my hair up into a ponytail. My lip is sore from Damon’s rough kiss. After eating some breakfast, I go out to the garage to find out what car Adam thinks is a good replacement for mine.

With a heavy sigh, I stare at the black BMW. It’s sporty, and when I open the door, it smells like Damon. Raw and earthy. My insides stir with longing. Fuck.

I can’t have Chase pick me up. Not without admitting who I’m living with. I want to trust Mia, but I’ve barely known her a week. Maybe next week I’ll be able to handle her knowing this.

Before it wouldn’t have been an issue. I was proud of our little house. It wasn’t a big, professionally decorated mansion, but it was ours.

If I show up in this car, there will be questions. I might as well announce I’m living in Damon’s house. Fuck, I don’t know how long I can keep it a secret.

Probably for a long time, honestly. It’s not like I have people over to my house. But this shit always gets out.

I doubt most people in the school even know where I live, but if my mom gets me new uniforms and I have to drive this car, someone will say something. I rest my head against the cool metal roof of the car. I’m so fucked.

“It’s my favorite.”

I lift my head at Damon’s voice. My eyes widen, but I don’t turn around. I can’t take more of his teasing and touching. I should jump in this car and lock the doors.

“You need a way to get around, little devil.” He chuckles darkly. “I told Dad he could offer you my car, since I’m riding to school. Unless you want to ride with me.”

I turn to see him leaning in the doorway of the garage with his hands in his pockets.

“Up to you. You could always admit to other people you live here.” Smirking, he leaves me alone.