Page 33 of Veil of Lies

He stared down at me in the darkness. It was hard to see much, but I could make out the angle of his jaw, his tousled blond hair, his mouth… It did things to me. Bad things. My core heated up and an insistent thrum of need sparked between my legs. My nipples were already hard thanks to the chill, but now they ached. I ached. I was desperate for his touch.

He plucked my glasses off my face and threw them to one side. I squeaked in surprise, but before I could process what was happening, his mouth was on mine. The pressure of his lips was light at first, gentle even, but soon his tongue pressed against the seam of my mouth, seeking entrance. I let him in and the kiss deepened.

He tasted of whiskey and cigarettes. It was intoxicating. My whole body lit up like a firework, the chill forgotten as heat ripped through my veins. I felt his hands slide beneath my jacket and I pushed closer, needing more contact. His body was hard, unyielding against my soft curves. I itched to explore further, to feel his skin against mine.

“God, Stella,” he groaned, breaking the kiss for a moment. Both of us could barely catch a breath. This was stupid, I knew that, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself from pressing against him. He reacted immediately, pulling me into his lap so I sat astride him, my core resting on the hard bulge between his legs.

A faint flicker of doubt threatened to derail me, but it was immediately vanquished by his hot mouth on mine. I was utterly lost in his kiss. It was messy, a clash of tongues and teeth, but so hot. I rocked against him, needing more friction. All propriety flew out the window and I didn’t protest when he pushed my tee up so he could access my breasts. I whimpered when he yanked my bra cups down and sucked first one nipple, then the other. The feel of his hot, wet mouth on my breasts in the cold, salty air was sublime.

“Fuck you have amazing tits,” he muttered against my neck while his hand squeezed my aching flesh. His teeth nipped the soft skin just below my ear and I whimpered in protest, knowing it would leave a bruise, but not caring enough to shove him away.

My fingers traced a path across his hard abs, skirting along the waistband of his jeans. He groaned and pushed upward. Knowing I was in control here made me feel powerful. His pleasure was in my hands, quite literally. I knew him well enough to feel sure he would stop if I asked, but I was too aroused, aching, and needy to want to call a halt to what we were doing. We were alone out here, I felt safe. I wanted more, so much more. It had been too long.

“I’m so hard for you,” Harley murmured against my mouth. His hazel eyes glowed in the faint light from the patio heater. “Feel how much I want you, Stella.” He took my hand and pressed it against the bulge in his jeans. We both shivered.

“I want you too,” I admitted, casting any doubts I still had to one side. If I was going to get the hell out of Dodge, I may as well leave with a bang, right? Literally. Maybe the memory of this one night would keep me warm for a while. God knew I had little else to look forward to.

My cold fingers fumbled with the buttons of his jeans, but I managed to work them open. His cock was thick and very hard, like steel wrapped in velvet. He hissed when I touched him. Pre-cum leaked from the bulbous tip, lubricating my hand. I wanted to very much to feel him inside me. He was much bigger than Brody, whose cock had been average-sized at best, but the thought of how full I would feel if I took Harley into my body sent a fresh blast of heat through me.

Harley moved his dick against my hand, thrusting gently. I gripped him firmly, rubbing my thumb across the tip. He groaned into my mouth, moving a little faster, with greater urgency. When his hand slid down below the waistband of my jeans, I didn’t protest. He expertly unzipped me and pushed inside my panties.

“You’re so wet…”

I was dripping for him. Wetter than I’d ever been. The need in me increased and for the first time in forever, I wished I’d worn a skirt or dress. Jeans made things awkward. There was hardly any room to move. Not that it stopped Harley. He lifted me and pulled my jeans and panties down past my hips, so he had better access. The cold wind whipped my naked ass, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was chasing the high Harley was giving me. I needed it. I needed him.

“I want you inside me.”

He groaned. “Trust me when I say I want that too, more than anything, but I don’t have a condom on me.”

My eyes widened in surprise. It was the last thing I expected him to say. I assumed he’d always have one handy. He seemed that kind of guy.

“I wasn’t planning on getting laid,” he admitted. “I haven’t looked at anyone since Cassie.”

“But—”

“Let me make you feel good.” He kissed me, tracing the seam of my mouth with his tongue and nipping my lip as he pushed two fingers inside me, stretching me a little. “Once I get hold of a condom, I will fuck you into a coma, that’s a promise.”

His thumb rubbed my clit, drawing tight circles, ramping up the pleasure until my thighs were trembling and I couldn’t breathe, let alone compose a sensible reply. It was too much. I fell over the edge into a powerful orgasm, with Harley’s fingers locked inside me. As the tremors faded, Harley’s arm around my waist tightened.

“Glad to see you guys are having fun,” Quinn commented dryly.

I froze, fully aware my ass was on show, along with a lot more probably.

My cheeks flamed. I’d never been so embarrassed in my life. What the fuck was I thinking? Jesus. The only saving grace was that it was dark and Quinn wouldn’t be able to see my red face.

I tried to move but Harley held me tight. “Relax,” he said softly. “Quinn won’t judge.”

He lifted me slightly so I could pull my jeans back up and then tucked his dick away. My leather jacket hid everything else, thank God, and it was easy enough to pull my tee down. It wasn’t so easy to restore my dignity, but there was little I could do about that.

If it was up to me, I’d have run away at a million miles an hour, but apparently, Harley had other ideas. Quinn leaned against the balcony and smirked.

“Cassie’s looking for you, which was why I came out here to find you. Figured you’d want a warning before she goes full psycho stalker on your ass.”

“Thanks. Maybe don’t be such a fucking cock blocker next time, yeah?”

Quinn laughed. “Hey, if I have to put up with blue balls, you can too.”

“Fuck you, asshole.”

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