Page 10 of Filthy Liar

FOUR

DILLION

Tossing and turning,I’m unable to get that man off my mind. I can’t sleep. I’m restless and struggling with my feelings. I still want my secret lover, but this biker was sexy as hell, too. I’ve never been attracted to more than one person at a time in my whole life. This is so confusing for me.

But am I really attracted to them both? I don’t even know what my secret lover looks like. All I know is how he makes my body feel. Which is better than anything I’ve ever felt before him.

Aren’t looks attraction? Shouldn’t I know what he looks like to be wholly attracted to him? I know what the biker looks like, and it isH. O. T.

Absolutely freaking hot.

Beyond hot.

Sitting up, I throw my comforter off my body and stand up from the bed. Moving into the kitchen, I go in search of a bottle of water. The house is dark and a bit too quiet. I have to admit that I’m still a bit scared to be alone. I don’t know why. It’s silly, really.

Maybe it’s because this isn’t really my home, my hometown, it’s my brother’s. This isn’t mine. I was kind of forced to come here. I’m still trying to find my footing in this place. Meeting those women yesterday was a step in the right direction, although I don’t know if I can go to their party tonight.

I’m thinking I shouldn’t.

I need to stay away from that biker.

Lifting the bottle to my lips, I take a long pull of water when I hear a noise at the front door and pause. Shifting my eyes, I look over to see the door slowly slide open. Whoever is on the other side has a key.

And that’s when I realize it’s my secret lover. My secret lover has a key to this house? Of course, he does. It makes sense now how he can get in and out so quietly, quickly, and easily.

I’m standing in the dark, my bottle to my mouth, my eyes on the doorway. He moves through, closing it behind him and locking it. I don’t think he sees me. I stay perfectly still, trying to see his face.

He moves past me, but as he does, he says something. Just two words. That’s all he says, but those two words go straight to my vagina.

“You coming?”

I almost spit my water out, but instead, I place the bottle down on the countertop and follow behind him. My steps are slow and even. Without a doubt, I appear completely in control of myself—I’m anything but that.

My feet move, my body moves. I’m not even thinking. I’m that into this man that my body moves without my brain telling it what to do, not a single move. All my body knows is how he is going to make me feel, and it wants that.

I don’t know why, but for some strange reason, I expect the lights to be on in the room when I arrive. They, of course, aren’t, and his back is to me. I try to make out his clothing. Maybe thereis something I could recognize on his clothes, but he’s shirtless. He doesn’t even have his pants on anymore.

“On the bed,” he demands, his voice rough and gravelly.

It’s sexy. Just like him. My fingers itch to touch the skin on his back. I want to feel his smooth hardness. I want to explore him. I’ve never been this alert when he’s come to my place before, and I want to play.

“Tell me your name,” I call out softly.

“Naked. On the bed,” he demands.

I open my mouth to ask him his name again but then decide against it. I want to feel him against me, and I can tell he’s irritated and annoyed. He might try to leave if I don’t do what he says.

He’s used to me being sleepy and pliable.

Stripping out of my pajamas, I crawl into the bed and lie down. Turning to my side, I watch as he sinks down on the edge of the mattress. He doesn’t turn toward me, though. I wait for it, but he stays where he is, unmoving.

Holding my breath, I wait for him to do something—anything. Instead, he clears his throat and instructs me to turn around. He either doesn’t want to look at me or doesn’t want me to look at him.

Either way, I’m feeling a bit off about that now that I’m lucid and not half-asleep like I usually am. Before I can ask any questions, I feel his hand between my legs and his lips against the side of my throat—that shuts my brain up for a minute.

Then I feel his tongue on my skin. My eyes flutter closed the moment two fingers circle my clit.

“Yes,” I hiss. “Please.”

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