Page 121 of Tell Me Lies

He looks torn, the same way I feel. “You don’t have to apologize.”

“I had no right to kiss you.”

“I didn’t stop you.”

He grins once more, and I swear my ovaries contract at the sight. This man is trouble with a big ass T.

“Come with me?”

He holds out his hand and I don’t even hesitate to place mine in his. He pulls me along behind him to a massive dark-blue pickup truck. Opening the passenger-side door, he boosts me into the seat before closing the door. I watch him walk over to another man, they talk for a minute before doing the side hug guys do, and then he is in the truck beside me.

He stares at me for long moments before speaking. “I’m going to drive us to the lake. I want to spend some time with you. If you don’t want to go or if you feel uncomfortable, all you have to do is say so.”

“Okay.”

“And you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. This isn’t about sex.”

This is crazy. A man just accosted me and now I’m in a truck with a total stranger, ready to go anywhere with him. I just had my first kiss, and I don’t even know his name, but I do know that I need to make the best of tonight. It’s my eighteenth birthday, my first night of freedom away from my parents, and probably the only chance I will ever have to throw caution to the wind.

“You don’t want to have sex with me?” I ask. I regret the question immediately.

“Fuck me,” he groans resting his forehead on the steering wheel.

I wait long minutes, but he doesn’t say anything, he only breathes harshly in the silent cab. I really misread this situation. I thought all guys his age were looking to get laid. Maybe he isn’t attracted to me after all, even though with the way he was kissing me I was sure he was into me.

“Never mind,” I say, embarrassment swimming through me.

Grabbing the handle, I start to open the door but he quickly stops me. I find myself lifted into the air with ease and settled on his lap, straddling his thighs. His erection presses against my sex through both our jeans.

“Of course I want to fuck you,” he says in a low voice as his lips kiss along the column of my neck. “But I would at least like to know your name and where you’re from.”

“Kaelie,” I moan. “My name is Kaelie.”

“I’m not doing this here,” he mumbles, his hand slowly undoing my blouse and allowing him access to my breasts.

“Then you need to start driving.”

“In a minute.”

His rough fingers pull down on one of the lace cups of my bra. The moment my breast spills free he takes my nipple into the wet heat of his mouth. My hips move of their own volition, seeking out friction. It’s all too little and too much at the same time.

The orgasm hits me out of nowhere, sweeping through my body like wildfire and leaving my limbs feeling like jelly. My breathing is still ragged as the aftershocks leave my body.

“I need you to move over so I can drive. After seeing you come from nothing more than a little dry humping, I need to find us somewhere to be alone.”

Gingerly, I move off his lap and watch him white-knuckle the steering wheel as he drives away from the party. His chest rises and falls as he stares straight ahead, hyper-focused on where he is going.

But the moment the truck comes to a complete standstill beside the lake, I’m back on his lap, my fingers tangled in his hair, and our lips fused together. His hands are everywhere, kneading and caressing parts of me I never thought I would find erogenous.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he mumbles once he pulls away.

Chapter Seven

Matthias Delgado

(Present Day)

The memories crash over me from that night. It feels like it happened yesterday and a lifetime ago. The smell of Kaelie’s hair, the heat of her skin, it’s all a little too much and altogether not enough.

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