Page 110 of When Lies Unfold

I avert my eyes, but it’s a challenge to direct my focus elsewhere since he’s a masterpiece of pure male distraction. His nipples stand out similarly to his thick cock that’s devoid of any tattoos.

Etched from hip bone to hip bone and inching into the vicinity of his groin are two pistols aimed at each other. Just looking at them has me wishing I could trace them with my tongue.

But he’s pissed me off in a big way, and I’m not about to let myself be distracted. He’s made me feel like I’m not desirable enough. Not appealing enough. Like I’m just…not enough. At any other time, I could easily brush it off.

But not tonight.

Tearing my eyes off his body, I stare past his shoulder. My tone holds a caustic bite. “So, I’m good enough to tongue-fuck, but not good enough to actually fuck? Is that it?” I slide my body off the counter, forcing him to step back.

He barely moves a few inches, his attention veering to my bandaged shoulder before returning to my face. He scrubs a hand down his face, his scruff rasping audibly beneath his palm. An irritated grunt rumbles free of him, and he blocks my exit by gripping the top of the doorway.

His feet are planted firmly on the bathroom tile as aggravation creases his forehead. “Just wait a goddamn minute and listen to me. ’Cause I’m tryin’ to tell you to slow the fuck down.”

His body radiates tension, his eyes penetrating mine. “You buried an animal you cared for and broke down afterward.” His hands flex around the doorframe as his expression grows increasingly fierce. “Think you need to stop and make sure this is what you want.”

47

SANTIAGO

Jesus fuck! This is what I get for havin’ a moment of conscience and tryin’ to slow things down to make sure she’s not gonna regret shit afterward. Shoulda known better.

Lola storms toward me, shovin’ through the doorway with such force I know she’s hurtin’ herself. I stomp after her.

“Goddammit, woman!” I catch her right elbow, stoppin’ her from marchin’ toward the bedroom door. She’s so fuckin’ mad that she doesn’t remember she’s naked as a newborn. “You need to fuckin’ listen to me.”

Eyes flamin’ with anger, she whirls around on me. Jabbin’ her finger at the center of my chest, she yells, “Don’t tell me what I need to do! I’m so sick of some ponytailed narco dictating my fucking life!”

“Yeah?” I thunder in response. “And here I was, just tryin’ to be better, but fuck that shit!” I haul her closer, and her lips part, her pupils dilatin’. “Go ahead and use my dick all you want.” I lower my face to hers, darin’ her to try and look away.

Palmin’ her ass in my hands, I tighten my grip on her firm flesh. “Do what you want. Ride my dick like you’re dyin’ to. Not gonna get any more complaints outta me.”

“Really?” Her brows rise in challenge, that sass I’ve become accustomed to reappearin’—and damn if I’m not relieved about it. “No more complaints?”

“Really.” I graze my stubbled jaw along her cheek before nippin’ at her earlobe. “Not a single one.”

With my lips at the juncture of her jaw and earlobe, I speak against her skin, and she shivers. “I’m givin’ you free rein of me, so you better not disappoint.” I adjust one hand’s grip on her ass, my fingertips dustin’ along her wet entrance.

She huffs out a sound of disbelief, but it’s breathless. “You’re such an asshole.”

“Maybe.” I smile against her neck. “But I’m still the ponytailed narco whose cock you’re dyin’ to ride.”

She leans back, spearin’ me with a warnin’ look. “This doesn’t change anything. It’s only me…” She trails off before finishin’ quietly with, “…needing to forget tonight, for just a minute.”

Somethin’ constricts in my chest, but I ignore it and curl my other hand around the back of her head. I fuse my mouth to hers ’cause if she wants to forget, I can help with that. Especially if it means I get to sink my cock inside her.

Without breakin’ the kiss, I guide her to my bed and reach past her to tug the covers back. When I ease her back onto the mattress, her damp hair fans out against the stark white sheets, and my throat grows tight.

I’ve got no business havin’ her in here. I never fuck women in my bedroom. It’s the most private place, and I’ve never wanted it marred by some easy lay.

Easy. Fuck… Easy’s gotta be the furthest thing from this woman. Lola Arias is more complicated and stubborn than anyone else I’ve known. She tests my patience at every damn turn.

I know I’m openin’ up Pandora’s fuckin’ box by doin’ this, but buryin’ my cock in her pussy for the first time in any other bed but mine feels wrong as hell.

I crawl over her, my legs between hers, and hold myself up on my palms on either side of her head. She’s still so fuckin’ beautiful, even with those red-rimmed eyes from cryin’.

Even without a trace of makeup and her hair flat and lifeless, no other woman measures up. Especially not Keyna.

Lola reaches for me, her right palm sweepin’ from my collarbone down the center of my chest. Her eyes track the movement as she traces her fingers along the thin strip of dark hair below my belly button.

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