Page 30 of Spiteful Lies

I place my hands on my hips. “Don’t play stupid. We can’t do anything here. Am I the only one who’s punished for impropriety?”

Pierce steps closer but is careful not to touch. His chin lifts, daring the athlete in me not to wimp out. The glint in his eyes makes me want to be bad alongside him. “No one’s going to know, Astrid.”

I scoff, folding my arms over my chest. “She’s probably listening right now.”

He glances over at the bathroom door and then at Bryce, who’s now leaning against the desk and watching us negotiate. “He’ll watch,” replies Pierce. “He’s good at it.”

The double entendre is obvious, but I wait for an explanation. I’m curious if Bryce would even be okay watching Pierce and me. I’ve wanted an encore of that wild night on Rawlins’ desk for days now. But that night was unusual for all of us. Maybe they’ll freak out if I say I want it. Can I admit that I want all four of them to touch me again until I beg to cum? But I’m supposed to make up my mind and pick one, not take them all on again.

Bryce’s mouth curls into his famous lazy smile. “Sometimes, I watch. And if we’re honest about it, everyone does when they can.” He pulls the chair over to the bathroom door, giving himself a clear view of my bed.

Pierce directs his piercing blue gaze on me. “I taught him how to do it right. And you can thank me when you cum.”

I shove him in his chest for being nasty, but my hand lingers on his firm pec. Pierce doesn’t show off his strength like Wyatt or even Bryce, but it’s definitely there. My fingertips brush his muscles as I slowly take my hand away. “You’re so full of yourself. No wonder you like doing it solo.”

Pierce takes my hand and puts it back on his chest. He’s still wearing his blazer, shirt, and tie under his winter coat. My enthusiasm dips a little because the reason why he’s dressed in his uniform on a Sunday is apparent.

“When did your dad leave?” I ask.

He looks away as he speaks. “Astrid, my dad is a dick. He schooled me on how to be an even bigger one. I should’ve apologized for his shit-talk.” He looks into my eyes fiercely, “And I talked to him. I made it clear that it wasn’t cool.”

“And that was enough?” I ask.

“It has to be,” he reaches for my hand and lifts it to his lips. Pierce closes his eyes and kisses each of my fingers softly. His kisses linger on my skin. He’s never been this gentle before. The sound of my breathing fills the room as the heat rises. I can’t wait to fuck him. Pierce slowly opens his eyes again, and I feel a jolt run through me.

“I didn’t know you knew how to make love,” I whisper.

He can’t resist smirking as he guides me closer to his body. When he pulls me close, the tingle in my panties makes me squirm as our heat blends. “Try to say no again,” he whispers.

“What if I scream?” I rock back and forth on my heels. My hips bump against his. “Or are you so tame that you don’t expect me to?” Now, I’ve challenged him. “Besides, we can’t because you’ll curse up a storm.”

Pierce laughs. “You just saw me be a gentleman. I can fuck like a blue-blood with the sheets pulled up to my chin with the lights off.”

I have an idea when he smiles at me again. Grabbing his tie, I give it a quick tug. “I’ll only do it here if you wear a gag.”

He tilts his head back to laugh. “Okay, but you have to wear a blindfold.”

“Why?” I ask.

Pierce yanks me against his chest, and his lips hover close to my mouth. “Because I want you to learn what it feels like when I’m touching you.”

I look at Bryce, and he replies, “I’ll be here, keeping watch.”

It’s not what I was expecting. But if I wear a blindfold, I won’t feel self-conscious like I’m cheating though Bryce is watching. I hesitate again when I meet Pierce’s determined gaze.

“Your hands will be free,” he pauses, “if you want to touch me.”

He yanks his tie off his neck, and I take a step back. Instead of putting it on me, he drapes it around his neck. “I’ll put it back on after I eat you.”

I smile. “I may like this.” I walk over to Roni’s closet and pull out her shoebox of tricks. She has a few scarves, and I pull out a navy silk one with the Stonehaven crest in the center. She probably purchased it at the bookstore. I hold it up.

“Perfect.” Pierce takes it out of my hands.

They watch me as I undo his pants, letting them drop to the floor. I trace the outline of his erection with my fingertips through his shorts, running my finger over the tip poking out above the waistband. He sucks in air.

I put my finger to my lips. “Shhh.”

He finishes undressing as I toss my clothes onto the floor. The scarf is tied around my head, and immediately, I emerge into the dark. Now, I have to trust Pierce completely. Gently, he guides me down onto the bed. My skin tingles as an image of Bryce watching us enters my mind. His eyes on my body while Pierce touches me give me chills. I relax, knowing that Bryce might be willing to do more. If he’s willing to watch, he might be willing to share.

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