Page 37 of Veil of Lies

“Hold tight, sweetheart,” he grinned.

I gripped his biceps as he took control. The first deep thrust stole the breath from my lungs. I closed my eyes as he powered up into me. He was so deep it felt like he was going to come out of my throat. Every time he pounded into me, it set off bursts of pleasure. He watched my tits bounce as he fucked me, his pupils blown with pleasure.

“I can’t hold on much longer,” he grunted, gripping my hips so hard I knew I’d be left with finger-shaped bruises by the morning.

Pleasure spiraled higher, spreading out from my core. I reached down to the place where our bodies joined. My pussy was stretched wide around his cock, my clit swollen and needy. I touched myself, needing to release the tension. Harley threaded his fingers through mine. In seconds, I catapulted over the edge, a white-hot blast of pleasure ricocheting through me. My whole body locked down tight as my pussy spasmed. Harley thrust into me a few more times as I rode out my orgasm before finding his own release with a low, guttural groan. I collapsed on his chest and his arms held me tight.

This was the bit I hated. That awkward moment after sex when the guy started making moves to leave. I fully expected Harley to push me aside and disappear so fast his feet barely touched the floor, but to my surprise, once he’d disposed of the used condom, he came straight back to bed.

“I thought you weren’t a cuddler,” I joked. His arms were wrapped around me as I rested my head on his shoulder.

“Don’t tell anyone, but maybe I lied.”

I laughed softly. It was late and I was tired, but having Harley in my bed was weird. Although we’d shared this moment of intimacy, a connection, I kept waiting for my bubble to burst. I was also a bit worried that my neighbors had heard us. While Cassie didn’t seem to have an issue banging guys in her room, I hated that kind of attention.

The walls were thin and if Cassie was around, she’d have definitely known I was having sex. It was evil but a small part of me reveled in the thought she’d hear me fucking Harley. Maybe she deserved it. Just a little. I hadn’t forgotten the way she’d treated me after my hair dye disaster. The girl was a bitch. Her nasty face made onions cry. She was literally the human version of period cramps.

Harley’s breathing slowed and I realized he’d fallen asleep. So it seemed he was staying. I shuffled a bit closer, getting comfortable. Maybe this isn’t so bad, I thought, as my eyes drifted shut.

Chapter 30

Quinn

Harley strolled into the kitchen, yawning widely, just as my toast popped up. He grabbed a slice before I could stop him.

“Asshole,” I muttered, but he just smirked.

“You snooze, you lose,” he taunted before his grin slipped and a pissed-off expression appeared.

“You were out all night,” I commented. “Please tell me you weren’t fucking psycho bitch again.” I really hoped he wasn’t that deranged. Cassie had more than a few screws loose. Bunny boiler didn’t even come close. We all fully expected to come back to rabbit stew one of these days. She made even Rowena look sane.

“Nope.”

My eyebrows rose. He was hiding something, I could tell. “So who was the lucky lady then? Miranda? Rhianna? Stalker Sloane?? Oh god, not the twins! Brax wins our bet if you did. Fuck.” I scowled. He’d be lording it over me if so.

“Ha, no. None of them.”

I watched as he spread a thick layer of peanut butter on my toast and then shoved it into his mouth like he hadn’t eaten for days. It was gone in three bites. He eyed my other slice of toast hungrily but I pulled it out of reach before he could demolish that too. I ignored the eye roll.

“I’m down to my last two slices of bread. If you want toast, buy your own bread or go to the cafeteria.”

“Asshole,” he muttered.

“So, who were you with, and how come you stayed all night?” I spread some jam on my toast while Harley hunted through the cupboards for more food.

His absence hadn’t escaped my attention. Harley never stayed the night with a girl. He had commitment issues after his mom walked out when he was five. Although he never really talked about it, my gut feeling was he kept girls at arm’s length because he was afraid they would leave him too. Not that I was an expert or anything, but my mom had trained as a psychotherapist and I’d grown up with her constantly psychoanalyzing me to death. She made me and my younger brother talk about our ‘feelings’ constantly. Drove me nuts most of the time, but it had helped me deal with my idiot friends.

The pair of them were fucked up in a big way, Brax more so than Harley, thanks to his dad choosing to hang himself. In his study, where Brax found him.

Of the three of us, I was the least damaged, and given my mother’s complete lack of boundaries, it was miracle.

Harley smirked at me as he poured some cornflakes into a large bowl and added half a liter of milk.

“I don’t kiss and tell,” he said as he wandered over to the sofa and switched the TV on.

“Really? You usually give us a blow-by-blow account of whoever it was. That’s how I know Cassie is a screamer.”

“Huh.” He looked a bit surprised by that revelation, as if I was making shit up, which I most definitely wasn’t. I’d lost sleep over his detailed description of some chick called Lorna and her kink for shoving vegetables up her cunt. “Well not this time.”

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