Page 87 of Filthy Liar

I don’t know why I do it.

My finger moves across the screen, and I pressSendbefore I realize what I’ve done. Lifting my hand to my lips, my eyes widen as I stare at the screen in shock. I don’t know what to do.

What to say.

But I don’t cancel it.

I don’t do anything.

I go to the bathroom, shove my phone back in my pocket, wash my hands, and walk out to the bar like I haven’t done anything at all. Like I haven't just accepted an offer on my house. Like I won’t be climbing into my car and driving away from here in a few weeks.

Like I won’t be leaving all these people.

Leaving Humble.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-THREE

CLINK

Dillion has been gonefor a while. Instead of waiting for her to return, I go in search of her. Something hasn’t been right with her since she got here. She knows she’s in danger, she knows she needs to stay indoors, but there is something else working behind her eyes, and I can’t quite figure it out—nor do I have the fucking time right now.

Walking away from dinner, I slip into the hall and head toward the bathroom, but before I approach, the door opens, and Dillion walks toward me. I’m not sure if she doesn’t see me at first or what because she doesn’t smile or stop.

Reaching out, I catch her bicep in my hand as she brushes past me. She gasps at the feel of me, whips her head around, and then her wide eyes meet mine. Tugging her toward me, I turn her so that her back is pressed against the wall.

I close the few inches between us and press my chest against hers, shifting my face closer, my lips touching hers.

“Tell me what’s wrong, baby,” I rasp against her mouth.

I wrap my fingers around the front of her throat and gently squeeze before I run my thumb up and down the side. She purrs, then I feel her body melt against the wall, against me.

My fingers leave her throat and move to her lips. As I dance my fingertips across those lips, I can’t look away from her gaze. Tilting my head to the side, I watch her for a long moment.

“Tell me what’s wrong, Dillion.”

Her eyes slide closed slowly, then she whispers, “Nothing.”

She lies, but I don’t say that. If she wants to lie, it’s only to herself because I know the truth. Pressing my lips against her mouth, I slide my tongue along the seam before I shift back slightly.

Her whimper, her gasp, is all I need. Letting out a chuckle, I reach for the button of her jean shorts and pop it open, then push them down around her ankles and spin her around.

I shift forward, my chest pressing against her back, and my lips go straight to the shell of her ear, where I whisper to her.

“Hands on the wall, hips back. I’m going to fuck you right here, baby. Then you can tell me why you just lied to me.”

Dillion’s breath hitches. Reaching back, I open my palm before I slam it down against the cheek of her ass. I grunt, watching as her skin pinks even in this dim lighting. Sinking my teeth into her earlobe, I tug on it gently, then release it and unzip my pants, releasing myself.

I grasp her hip with one hand, then move her exactly where I want her. She does what I’ve asked. Her hands are on the wall, her hips positioned perfectly, and I position myself at her warm entrance.

Slowly, I sink inside of her. Burying myself to the hilt, I flick my gaze down, watching the way her body accepts me… stretches for me. It’s beautiful and amazing. I want this always.

Gathering her hair in my hand, I gently tug her head backward. Her neck arches impossibly. Her eyes find mine asI lean over her. Slowly, my hips roll. Feeling her cunt wet and warm around me is a feeling I wish I could keep forever.

She whimpers, her eyelids heavy as she takes what I give her. Dillion always takes everything I give her, day or night. Light or pitch black. This is my woman, and she accepts every part of my body.

But I have a feeling she doesn’t accept every part of me yet. Or maybe it’s more that she doesn’t accept her place in this world yet. I’m not quite sure. I know that something is bothering her. I just can’t figure it out.

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