Page 40 of Lie for a Lie

I was held over with some charting at work and am about an hour late, but from looking around the parking lot, I spot everyone’s vehicles except Paige’s.

Since it’s a Thursday night, she is probably working. I have familiarized myself with her schedule over the past few weeks between late-night Facetime calls and random texting throughout the day.

I exhale slowly before grabbing my backpack and locking up my truck. I am still in my hospital-issued scrubs and need a shower. Pulling my phone out, I shoot a quick text to Paige. Grinning like an idiot by how quickly she replies.

Me: Can I use your shower?

Paige: No Problem. Extra towels are under the sink.

When I send off another message, I knock on the front door, and Bre gives me a warm smile when she answers.

“It’s about time. I need another rational person around.” She pulls me into a hug, and I laugh. “Food is on the counter. Beer in the fridge. I did grab you some whiskey. It’s in the freezer.”

“Bre, you are an angel.” I offered her an exhausted smile.

“Were you on call or something?” Clint asks, nodding toward my scrubs before sipping his beer when I walk into the living room where Bre has set up a full poker table with her sectional pushed against a wall.

A full buffet is set up on the large island. Chris is sitting next to Clint at the kitchen table with several empty plates in front of them. Seth is sitting on the couch with a ball cap on, lost in his phone. He doesn’t even bother to acknowledge me. And I am perfectly fine with it.

The condo is a great size and has an open floor plan, with a hallway to the left and another set of doors to the right. I gather from Paige that each has a master suite. Bre bought the Condo a few years ago from one of the other partners when he was selling it after his wife found out about it.

“No, late surgery. I’m going to take a quick shower. Paige already told me I could use hers. Bre, which room?” I ask and see Seth’s head snap up out of the corner of my eye.

“To the left.” Bre smiles, signaling towards the hall.

“She isn’t here,” Seth says as his nostrils flare.

I roll my eyes in response as I walk toward her room and ignore him completely, opening the door. Immediately drowning in everything, Paige.

I turn on the light switch before closing the door behind me. Taking in Paige’s room, it seems surreal. Like I am invading her space somehow. I have seen it a few times on FaceTime, and it seems to keep happening, yet this is my first time stepping in here. I toss my backpack onto the bed, running my fingers along her unmade sheets before turning my attention to her nightstand with two books. The first is a worn copy of The Shining, and the second is Breaking Dawn. I had to laugh at the ridiculous combination and pull my phone out.

Me: BTW, team Jacob all the way.

I toss my phone on the bed before removing my scrub top. I head to her bathroom and see it is decorated with bats. Looking back toward her room, I take in every bit of knowledge I can about her while I wait for the shower to heat up. Noticing her overstuffed bookcase and recognizing the spines of more titles.

She seems to love to read everything, and I appreciate it since I have loved to read since I was little. Losing myself in everything from comics to epic fantasy novels. Even now, a few of my favorite novels sit on this shelf, staring back at me.

Feeling the bleeding romantic take over, I look at her desk and spot a stack of colorful Post-its and a marker. Picking a few different books from the shelves and leaving a post-it note inside for her to find later. I return the few books in the same spot before, tidying up a bit, discarding the rest of my clothes, grabbing a towel, and heading into the shower.

The hot water warms my skin, and I let out a slow breath, allowing my aching body to adjust. Dipping my head under the water, I run my hand through my loose curls before focusing on the bottles in the shower. Reaching down, I look through them until I find Paige’s coconut and vanilla-scented shampoo.

Just the smell of her has my cock pulsating, and I can’t help my body’s natural reaction to being surrounded by everything, Paige. And the fact that I haven’t had sex in a year doesn’t help the situation.

I quickly rinse my hair, ignoring the dirty thoughts I want to act out rattling through my brain before grabbing and applying the shampoo. When I wash my body, I somehow have a picture of Paige, naked, spread out across my sheets. Her long blonde hair falls off my bed like a waterfall as I am buried deep inside her. Her deep emerald green eyes lock on me, giving me that look that only she has ever given me, captivating me with every bit of her soul.

Our moans of pleasure are my focus, and I begin to stroke my cock, needing release. I start slowly, imagining exploring every bit of her skin. Kissing her passionately as I slide my fingers over her clit. Lingering just long enough to hear her moan for more. More of me.

I can feel my breath catch in my chest as I envision how beautiful she would look as I slowly kiss her clit with my hands roaming over every bit of her. God, the fucking idea of having her so exposed in front of me like that has me increasing my speed. I hate having to hold back this type of need.

I put that growing hunger to use and imagine tasting her from ass to clit, causing her to come before sliding up her body and into her starved pussy that I know is meant to wrap around my cock. I wish I could taste her lips as I worship her soul.

I can feel myself getting close as I imagine she is building again with me buried inside her. I focus on kissing her as we both reach our release, as I milk my cock. Before I know it, I feel lightheaded. I haven’t come like that in a while.

I go to turn back towards the water and lose my balance, landing flat on my ass with a loud thud. Ripping down her bat shower curtain and rod in the process. Then, I notice the sounds of shampoo bottles spinning from outside the tub.

All I can bring myself to do is laugh before turning off the water and begin to clean Paige’s bathroom.

“Do you boys need another round?” I hear Bre say loudly from the kitchen as I open the door to Paige’s room. Only really paying attention to my phone as I order a new shower curtain and rod for Paige. Somehow, the shower is usable, but she will notice.

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