Page 66 of Whisper Pretty Lies (Lust & Liars #1)

“Did I ask to talk about it, Evan?” He works on the bike without looking at me.

“No, but talking might help.” I shrug. I want to help, but I don’t know how.

He glances at the door before his gaze rests on me. “Come here.”

I swallow and do as he asks. Is he going to make me suck his cock again? I don’t mind if he wants to. He scoots back on the stool and flicks his eyes to the space he created. I swallow, preparing to kneel.

“Sit.”

Huh. I sit between his legs and he puts his arms around me to reach the bike.

“See this?” He grabs hold of something on the bike.

I nod, awareness flooding me from being close to him.

“Hold it like this.”

“Like this?” I take hold of it.

“Good girl.” His earthy scent is heightened by the smell of oil and gasoline.

He reaches around me and works on the bike.

Every now and then, he asks me to hold something else.

The damage to the bike is more obvious close up.

There’s a brown stain on the chrome I try not to consider might be his blood. My stomach flips.

What if the accident had been worse? What if instead of walking away, he didn’t? My heart drops at the thought.

“Why won’t you let me fuck you, Evan?” It’s been so long since he spoke, I startle a little in his arms. My brain takes a moment to register what he’s talking about.

“Why do you want to fuck me?” Heat spirals inside me.

“I find you attractive. It doesn’t take much for a guy to want to fuck a girl.” His breath flutters my hair next to my ear, sending a shiver through me. Attraction definitely isn’t the problem.

“Maybe I’m worried I can’t trust you yet.” I blow out a breath.

“Pause music.” The music stops. “What do you need to trust me?”

“Time.” I shrug and lean my head back against his shoulder. “It’s not like we started any of this with the best intentions. You want revenge against my cheating boyfriend. I’m done with the asshole. Maybe you don’t like me invading your space in your home.”

“I like you in my bed, little devil,” he says quietly. His voice is dark, like being wrapped up in his arms under his covers. It’s one of my favorite things about this whole situation. I don’t have to be alone anymore.

“Why me?” I turn a little to look up at him. I need to see his eyes.

He lowers his gaze to me. “You’re something I can take away from him.”

My heart skips. That’s his surface motivation though. He could do that without making me continue to date Chase.

“If that were the case, you should have had me break up with him on Saturday.” I sigh and look down before meeting his blue eyes. “I don’t know what it will take to let you in. Trust is an issue, especially after you threatened to fist me last night.”

He smirks. “I wouldn’t have. My fist would probably break you, and then you’d never let me fuck you.”

I shake my head. “But in that moment, I couldn’t trust you wouldn’t.

I didn’t know what you were going to do.

” Fuck, I need to make him see what I need.

“What you want from me...” My breath hitches.

“I need to know you don’t always see me as a sex toy available for your use.

I need to know you aren’t going to hurt me. That I’m not disposable.”

He looks away. His jaw clenches and I want to reach up and soothe it. I couldn’t at the dinner table, but now, when we’re alone, I can. So I do. My fingers feel the rough skin still healing on his jawline.

His gaze drops back to mine.

“You can use me whenever you want, but I need to trust you’ll take care of me when I need you to.

” I stroke my finger along his jaw, loving the buzzing feeling swirling inside me from being close to him.

“I need to know you see me as a person, and not just an object to use. I’m okay being used by you, but that can’t be the only thing between us. ”

His eyes narrow and I almost laugh.

“For fuck’s sake. I’m not looking for love.” I shift my gaze to his lips, not able to look him in the eyes. “I don’t even know if I need to like you. But I do need to trust you.”

I look up at his eyes. Fuck, they’re a beautiful shade of blue. He lowers his head until his nose brushes mine. My breath catches, and the ache that was an undercurrent from sitting close to him erupts into flames.

“I can do that.” He captures my mouth.

A tool drops on the concrete, shattering the silence. I jerk away, but he follows me. His hands take hold of me, turning me, and soon I’m straddling his lap, wrapped around him. My hands find their way into his hair, holding him to me as our lips and tongues explore.

Any control I might have had shatters.

His cock is hard between my legs, but we have jeans between us. I rub against him and he groans into my mouth. I don’t want to give up his hands on my hips or my hands in his hair. This kiss, I don’t want it to end.

I rock on his lap and he slowly begins to help me move against him.

He pulls away, pressing his forehead against mine as we continue to grind against each other. Our breathing chaotic. “I’m not going to ask again, little devil. But when you want me to fuck you, tell me.”

I nod as the pressure builds inside me. He takes my mouth again, like he can’t get enough of me.

It’s possible I’m just convenient or uncomplicated.

Maybe this is something more. He’s in my blood.

I’m more attracted to him, Cam, and Hawk than I ever was to Chase.

Every time they touch me, they lead me a little deeper into the dark forest of desire, and I don’t think I ever want to leave.

His hand slides up my back and into my hair, cradling my head. His cock rubs against my clit with every rock of our hips, until I’m trembling with the need to shatter. So close.

I cry out into his mouth as my release takes me under.

“So fucking sexy when you come, little devil,” he murmurs against my lips. He holds me against him and kisses me. I don’t think I ever want this to end.