Page 25 of Filthy Liar

“My name is Humble Maddison,” I offer, seeing that she’s got a million questions in her gaze. I slide my fingers up the center of her spine, then lazily drag them down to her lower back before I slide them back up again.

Clearing my throat, I continue. “Spencer is my sister.”

Her eyes widen, her lips part, and she looks at me in shock. “She is?”

“She is,” I confirm.

“Then that’s why they befriended me,” she murmurs. “But that was before you invited me here. So that can’t be right.”

Laughing, I shake my head a few times before I look down at her again. “If they befriended you, it’s because they saw something in you. Those women are a force of nature, baby.”

“I like that,” she breathes before she lays her cheek against my chest. “Baby, I like that a lot.”

Her voice trails off, and she falls asleep right here, in the clubhouse, in my arms, the lights still on bright.

CHAPTER

TEN

DILLION

Gasping,I sit straight up. I’m alone in the bed. Looking around, I expect to find myself alone in the bedroom, too. In all honesty, I expect to find myself in my own house, but I’m not there. I’m in the same messy bedroom I fell asleep in.

There is a noise to the side of the room. Turning my head, I find Humble standing a few feet away. I blink at the sight of him. He’s dressed. His eyes find mine, and he smirks.

“I was letting you sleep,” he murmurs.

“What time is it?”

He chuckles. God, he’s sexy. He’s tall and strong. His tattoos are phenomenal. He’s got some facial hair, but nothing too long like some of the others. He’s dressed in jeans and leather as if they were made for him, or maybe he was made for them, I’m not sure.

“It’s late. I have to leave in a few hours,” he murmurs.

“Leave?”

He nods his head once. “Leave,” Humble confirms. “I’ll only be gone a few days.”

Tugging the sheet a little farther up my body, covering my breasts fully, I blink a few times as I stare at him and try to figure out what exactly is happening. He doesn’t offer me anything else. He just moves around his room, packing his bag and gathering his things.

“Humble?” I call out.

He stops and lifts his head, his eyes finding mine as he waits for me to say what's on my mind. He seems to be waiting, attentive, and so damn sexy. I’ve never felt this way before, not at all.

I know I should probably be feeling guilty. I’ve cheated on my secret lover, except I don’t feel the least bit guilty. I feel good. Happy even. Comfortable. If my house sold today, I would have a problem leaving Pineville.

Earlier today, I would have walked away without looking back, but one night with this man has me ready to stay forever. It’s the weirdest thing. I thought my secret lover was the be-all and end-all, and now that I’ve been in Humble’s bed, in his arms…

I want him.

I want to keep him.

I’ve never felt this way before. I didn’t know anything could be this good—could feel this good.

“Yeah, Dillion?” His voice is soft and sweet.

I shake my head, my eyes finding his. I watch him for a moment. “You’ll come back soon?” I ask.

“Only a few days,” his deep voice murmurs. “I have some shit I gotta do, but then we’ll be back.”

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