Page 173 of Under the Lies

I need her like I need the air in my lungs.

Like the sun needs the sky and the moon needs the stars.

She’s the light to my dark.

Self-expression and words don’t go hand and hand for me. The best way I can tell Sayer what I can’t put in words is through my actions.

So I sink to my knees, scalding water beating down my back as I kiss down Sayer’s stomach, down to her sex.

She trembles under my touch and her fingers pull at my hair. “Noah.” She sounds broken and I want to be the bandage keeping her together. “We don’t have time for this.”

Technically she’s right. We have to get to The Underground and deal with Harlow, but I’ve spent weeks letting Harlow pull me away from Sayer and I’m not about to let it happen again.

Harlow can wait.

Sayer can’t.

There once was a time when I said I didn’t want Sayer’s heart but I’d give everything to steal it now.

“We have all the time. They can wait,” I tell her as I massage her ass cheeks. “You can’t.”

She doesn’t protest as I bring my lips toward her, tasting the sweetness that’s her. God, I could have her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner never going hungry again.

Sayer sucks in a breath as my tongue reaches out to trace her clit, jolting under my hands.

I smile into her skin. So responsive to my touch.

Once I thought of Sayer Brooks as a weakness, a downfall I refused to let happen. Turns out I was wrong. She’s a strength I never knew I was missing.

I wanted to go slow, to savor her, but a taste isn’t enough. Slow isn’t who I am. Who we are. With my hands tight on her ass, I haul her to my mouth, holding her there as I devour her.

Her hips rock against my face as she breathes my name, begs for more.

I tease her, play with her like the doll she is. So perfect and put together, I love watching her come undone like this, by my mouth, my hands. Her nails bite into my shoulders as my teeth graze her clit, her walls spasm around my tongue.

With a growl I push her against the shower wall, hauling one of her legs over my shoulder for better access at the sweet pussy she’s given me.

“Noah, I’m close.” Her nails dig deeper into my skin. Hard enough to draw blood and the thought alone has another growl slip through.

God, she’s perfect as she gets lost in herself, in the sensation building inside her. She’s glorious as she comes undone, my name whimpered in a strangled worship.

And it’s here, on my knees before this beautiful woman, that I know.

Sayer Brooks is the siren that’s ruined me.

Trepidation pumps in my veins. I’m standing with Reeve behind a one-way window, staring at Noah as he sits across from my sister at a metal table. Gabe stands behind her, his arms crossed over his chest and his face wiped clean of any emotion.

The only person missing is Thea and when I asked Reeve where she was, he told me not to worry about it.

We’re in another room at The Underground, on a floor between their stolen gallery and the casino floor. Noah told me this is where they bring people who try and cheat at the card tables.

“This feels like an interrogation room in a police department,” I mumble as I stare at my sister and my—well—Noah.

“Have a lot of experience in one of those?” Reeve asks from where he leans on the opposite side. He doesn’t look at me, his gaze trained on the room before us as well.

“No, but I bet you have.”

Reeve chuckles, but it’s cold, devoid of any humor. “Sweets, you have no idea the kind of prisons I’ve been in, but I can promise you none of them have been like this.”

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