Page 65 of Veil of Lies

I didn’t need a reminder. My presence was only making his life worse. Last night was a mistake. I shouldn’t have let it escalate. Brax would be better off if I stayed well away from him. I was like a thorn in his side, triggering whatever PTSD he was suffering from.

“Don’t you dare take on all his trauma,” Harley warned, reading me far better than he had any right to. “None of what happened is your fault. Brax will be OK. He just needs time.”

“Yeah but—” I tried to say, but he slapped a hand over my mouth.

“No! Leave it, Stella. We’re going to eat our steaks, enjoy some more of my dad’s very expensive wine, fuck like bunnies, and then maybe watch a movie or something. No more depressing shit.”

I pushed his hand away. “Best make sure I don’t drink too much, or your plans will be derailed pretty quickly. I can’t handle much booze. More than three glasses and I’m puking in the bushes.”

He laughed. “Noted. Now sit down and let me finish cooking these steaks before they’re tough as old boot leather.”

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Coming here, to this peaceful cabin, had been just what I needed after the stress of the last few days. Dinner was simple but delicious. Steak and a green salad, washed down with another glass of crisp white wine. Harley had even produced some ice cream for dessert, which earned him a few extra brownie points. Not that he needed any. This had been the best date ever.

I was leaning over placing the last of the dishes in the dishwasher when I felt his large hands on my hips. He brushed against me, pressing a hard cock into my ass, and I shivered.

“Come here,” he growled. “The dishwasher can wait. I’m ready for my second dessert.”

“I thought you’d be full after two bowls of chocolate ice cream,” I teased.

“Not even close, sweetheart. I have a craving for something even sweeter.”

I stood, abandoning the dishwasher as desire licked my body, sending fire through my veins. Gripping my hips, he spun me around and pressed me against the countertop. The granite cut into my back but I didn’t care. The slight discomfort was obliterated by the ache in my core. It didn’t matter that we’d had sex less than 12 hours ago. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more. So much more.

His tongue swiped across my lips, pushing inside my mouth and stealing the oxygen from my lungs. He lifted me onto the counter, pushing my legs apart and settling between my thighs.

It continually surprised me how wanton I’d become. Before Harley, sex had been a bit meh. Now, it was all I thought about. No matter how many times I had Harley, I wanted more. My panties were soaked, my nipples hard as bullets. And that was just after one scorching kiss.

“I’ve thought about doing this all evening,” he told me as he pushed my tee up. Hot lips traced a path up my ribcage to the swell of my breasts.

“More,” I pleaded, shuffling forward so I could rub my needy clit against the hard bulge in his jeans.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he chuckled before his mouth closed over my nipple, licking it through the thin lace. I moaned, pulling him closer. The ache between my legs grew. God, I was addicted to this boy.

“Enough teasing,” I demanded. “I want you!” I reached between us, trying to undo his jeans, but he slapped my hands away.

“Patience!” The commanding note in his voice made my pussy gush anew. Fuck, until now, I hadn’t realized I liked being dominated. “Now lie back.”

I did as I was told, lifting my hips slightly so he could pull my jeans and panties off. The cool granite soothed my heated skin.

“Beautiful,” he said, almost reverently. I instinctively tried to close my thighs, feeling suddenly shy about having his gaze on my most private parts. Thank fuck I’d shaved recently, so at least everything was tidy.

“I love your pretty pink pussy,” he told me, pressing his thumbs into the tops of my inner thighs. “You’re so wet for me, ready for my cock. But first, I’m going to make my come with my mouth. I want to taste your sweet honey.”

The first sweep of his tongue nearly sent me into the stratosphere. I cried out, arching my back as my body reacted to the stimulation. He’d barely touched me yet I was on the verge of coming.

Harley ate me out like I was the best dish on the menu. He explored my slick folds, lapped up my juices, and eventually focused his attention on my needy little clit. I gripped his shoulders with my fingers, uncaring if my nails dug in. I was so close now, hovering on the edge of my release. When he sucked my clit, my body tensed and I exploded.

Harley continued to suck and torment my clit to the point where it was physically painful, I was so oversensitive.

“Stop! Enough!” I cried, trying to push him away. He stood, wiping his face with a muscular forearm. Then his grin faded.

“Fuck, I left the condoms in my bag upstairs, hang fire.”

“No, wait, we don’t need them.”

He looked at me in surprise. Until now, we’d always used condoms. “I’m on birth control. It’s safe.”

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