Page 96 of Filthy Liar

I’m not sure I give a shit what that says about me, mainly because I fucking love her. “What does the schedule look like after this?” I ask, not taking my eyes off her. She watches me as well.

Goddamn, I want to be inside of her right fucking now.

“I got this, brother,” Piston murmurs. I can tell he’s concentrating. “Go ahead and do whatever the fuck you want. I got this part. Fate can help me.”

Whatever the fuck I want… is basically to fuck my woman. I don’t need to be told twice. Standing, I give him a wave as I move toward her. My feet carry me quickly up the stairs, and by thetime I’ve reached her side, I wrap my arms around her and pick her up, then carry her straight to my bedroom.

“Humble,” Dillion squeaks.

I kick the door behind me and toss her onto the bed. I watch as she bounces twice. When I dive toward her, she squeals again. Swear to fuck, I will never get tired of hearing her little noises. I fucking love them all.

Stripping out of my clothes, I climb onto the bed and crawl toward her, then touch my mouth to hers. I grunt as she widens her legs, making room for me, for my hips. Gently guiding my tongue inside her mouth, I swirl and taste all of her.

When I break this kiss, I nibble on her bottom lip before I lift my gaze to meet hers. Slipping my hand beneath her shorts and panties, I slide my fingers through her folds, feeling her wet center.

“Fuck,” I hiss. “Fucking fuck, you’re wet, baby.”

Dillion whimpers, cupping my cheeks as her gaze finds mine. Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers but don’t deepen the kiss. I can’t concentrate on kissing her when my hand is between her legs.

She lifts her hips, her body moving as she climbs closer and closer to the edge, toward her climax. My fingers move faster, swirling around her clit harder. I need her to come. I want to feel her wetness coat my fingers before it coats my cock.

“Please,” she whimpers against my lips.

Pinching her clit, I continue working her, and I know when I’m on the right track. Her hands fly up, and she grabs my biceps, gripping them as her hips buck, lifting and falling faster and harder until she gasps and her whole body freezes.

She comes.

I feel her come. Her wetness coats my hand. Moaning, I lift my head and look into her eyes. Slowly, her lids open, and her gaze finds mine. “Please, Humble. I need you inside me.”

She doesn’t have to ask twice. Honestly, she doesn’t have to ask once. I’m more than ready to fuck her into the mattress as much as she wants. Maybe more. Probably more. Without a doubt, more.

I need to feel her cunt wrapped around me—immediately.

DILLION

Wakingup alone has become a normal thing here in the clubhouse. I’m sure Humble’s been working on whatever it is he’s doing, which he hasn’t really clarified. I don’t want to know either.

I’m sure I wouldn’t like it, especially since I know it has something to do with the Southern Mafia, and I don’t like anything they’ve ever been involved with a day in my life.

Moving through the room, I gather my clothes and then make my way to the shower. I don’t know what today is going to bring, but I have to at least get dressed. I can’t sit around in pajamas all day long. I’ll get sad.

I don’t want to be sad. I’m already feeling blue from being stuck in this clubhouse without any idea of when I’ll be able to leave. Once I’ve showered and dressed for the day, I check my phone on the counter and frown. There’s a message from my realtor.

I scan the message, then open the e-signature page. She needs me to sign something because the buyer wants to close earlier than expected. Chewing on my bottom lip, I wonder what the fuck I’m going to do because it’s not like I can go and pack up my things even if I wanted to.

Humble would lose his shit if I tried to leave. He almost lost it completely when I was just getting a little sun right outside thebuilding. I can’t imagine what he would do if I tried to go home and pack up my house.

The fact that someone has decided I need to die, that they’ve put a price on my head, is enough to keep my ass put, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to get out of here. I’ve got things to handle.

I open up the documents, and for the first time ever, I read the name of the buyer. Before, I just quickly signed it and didn’t pay attention to who was buying it because I didn’t care. I still don’t, really, but now I’m curious.

The buyer's name is listed in bold on the document. It stares back at me, and no matter how many times I blink, it stays the same name: Humble Maddison. I can’t believe it. How? I am in shock. I’m not sure what to do. How to react past being in shock.

Gripping my phone in my hand, I decide to go in search of him. I want to know what the actual hell is going on. It doesn’t take me long to find him. Humble is standing beside the men whom he’s been quietly discussing things with since I was told not to leave here.

I can’t wait to have this conversation, though, so I walk directly up to their circle, and the conversation comes to a halt the moment I’m within hearing range. “Humble, can I talk to you for a second?” I ask.

The other two men clear their throats. I can’t even tell who they are. I can’t see straight to recognize them. I’m too upset to try. It doesn’t matter, and I don’t care. Right now, I need to know what the hell is going on.

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