Page 81 of Filthy Liar

Then I come.

Her pussy draws it out of me.

Slamming myself inside of her with one last thrust, I stay there as my cock twitches and my balls empty inside of her. Shifting my face forward, I bury my face against the side of her neck and let out a moan.

“Fuck,” I groan. “Fucking hell, baby.”

Dillion’s pants fill the kitchen. Once I catch my breath, I lift my head and look into her eyes. She’s got a smile on her face, one that I know she couldn’t wipe off even if she tried.

“Morning, baby.”

Her eyes dance as she looks at me. “Morning, baby,” she breathes.

Sliding my nose alongside hers, I gently slide out of her, regretting it instantly. I wish I could stay inside of her all fucking day long. She’s sitting on the edge of the counter, legs spread with my cum leaking from inside of her.

Tugging my pants up, I zip and button them before I reach out and extend my index finger toward her center. Sliding myfinger through her folds, I collect some of my cum on the end of my finger and then bring it to her mouth.

Without me saying a word, her lips part before I slip my finger inside. I can feel her tongue swirl my finger, tasting me. My cock twitches beneath my jeans. If I could go again right now, I fucking would.

As much as I want to believe that I’m still young, I’m closer to forty than thirty, and I just can’t get it up when the wind blows anymore. I have to wait at least an hour, maybe five.

“Nash said I needed to stay inside until someone told me otherwise?” Dillion asks.

I’m not surprised that Nash told her that. He wants to make sure that nobody gets hurt. And with a price on her head, it’s obvious that someone is out to get my woman. I won’t let that shit happen. She’s had enough shit to last her a lifetime.

No more.

“He’s right. Stay inside, baby. I’ll send someone out to get you some food. And I’ll be talking to Sal, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

Her eyes widen. “I didn’t think about Sal,” she murmurs.

“Don’t worry. The club is in partnership with him, so he’ll be cool with it.”

Dillion jumps down from the counter and grabs her panties and shorts from the floor. I watch as she slowly pulls them up her curvy, sexy legs, then gives me a small smile. I want to carry her back up to my bedroom and kiss every fucking inch of her body.

With everything that’s been going on, I don’t feel like we’ve spent any time together. She’s mine, I’m keeping her, and I love fucking her, but I don’t really know her other than what I’ve found out about her.

But right now, she’s scared. I can see it behind her eyes. I’m not going to call her on it because she’s got a reason to be. Abig fucking reason. I also don’t want her to know what it is. She wouldn’t be able to sleep if she knew, and I want her to be comfortable here, knowing that she is safe with me.

I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and guide her toward me. Her body presses against mine, and I squeeze my fingers at the base of her neck. Dipping my chin, I touch my lips to hers before sliding my tongue along the seam.

“You’re safe here, baby.”

She exhales but otherwise doesn’t speak. She doesn't have to. Her body relaxes, and that’s all I need to know.

She’s good. She’s safe. She’s mine.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-ONE

DILLION

I’m notsure why I’m so obsessed with this man. He’s nothing but a liar, but I feel safe with him. I’m not sure if I should, but I do. Liar or not, I know he won’t hurt me. He has had more chances than anyone else in this world, and he’s always treated me well.

But that doesn’t make him some kind of saint. He lied to me, withheld things from me, and now I’m stuck in this clubhouse, essentially a safe house, and I’m exactly where I never wanted to be. I’m in the same place I knew I would end up had I stayed with my family.

Weak, alone, and completely powerless of my own destiny.

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