Page 49 of Tell Me Lies

Her eyes fill with tears, and she tries to jerk her head away, but I don’t let her. Knowing she’s had enough of me poking into her past for one night, I give her a choice.

“I have two options for you, Boston. One, you answer my final question.” I drag my thumb over her lip. “Or two, you canclimb onto my cock and ride me until my cum is dripping out of you and onto the sheets so heavily that we need to wash them before we can sleep.”

Lifting her chin, she gives me a defiant look. “Well, option two, of course.” Her voice is low and husky.

Within seconds, she’s on my lap as my cock quickly turns to steel, knowing what’s next.

And she sinks down onto my length and fucks me.

And, yeah, my birthday ends with a fucking bang.

Iapply a little more makeup than I normally would, and bya little, I mean, a lot because I never really wear makeup—hello, I’m an author, and I work from home. So, tonight, I’m going all out.

What are the chances my sister comes to town to visit the same exact night that Maddie is home for the weekend and demands to take Amelia to the jump park?

I’m glad Tessa got to meet Amelia before Maddie picked her up because I wanted my sister to see how amazing she was. But I’m sort of sad I had to give Amelia up for the night. When my sister called, I planned to take her, Poppy, and Amelia to go get ice cream and maybe walk the beach, but as fate would have it, now, I get to have a grown-up night with my two best friends. Poppy and my younger sister, Tessa. And not just that, but Tessa scored us Morgan Wallen tickets for tonight. And what’s even cooler is that he’s playing in the same arena that is home to the New England Bay Sharks. And since Walker and Logan are both out of town for business, what better night for us all to hang out?

Tessa doesn’t bother knocking on the bathroom door, instead just barging in. “Okay, so first off, Amelia is adorable. You know I hate children, but that one? So cute and funny. I mean, Highland cows and excavators? I can’t even.” She takes a single tiny breath simply because she needs it to survive before carrying on. “Second, you little bitch. You didn’t tell me or Mom that you were nannying for Logan freaking Sterns’s kid!” Shewaves around the room. “And shacking up with him? Wait till Mom hears about this.”

She always talks a mile a minute. She’s the more outgoing one, morepeoplythan I ever have been or ever will be. Thus why I’m a writer and she’s a traveling photographer.

I turn, leaning against the bathroom counter. “Tell me, what makes you think I didn’t already tell her?” I raise a brow.

“Because she didn’t tell me, duh. You know that woman can’t keep a secret,” she deadpans, and I know she’s right.

My mom—God love her—doesn’t mean to tell us each other’s secrets, but I swear, sometimes, she forgets who she talked to about it and then does it on accident.

“Yeah, okay. You got me there,” I utter. “Well, I didn’t tell you because …” I pause, sighing. “You guys have always been so supportive when it comes to my writing career. When I went to signings, you’d go to every one of them to basically be my calming goats. I didn’t want you to think I had thrown it all away just to get close to a hockey player.”

“Why?” She shrugs. “Sounds like the logical thing to do to me.”

I roll my eyes at her before I start laughing. Taking the end of my foundation brush, I smack her with it. “Also, how the heck was I supposed to tell you two that I was living under the same roof as a professional athlete who looked likeLogan freaking Sterns?” I hold my arms out at my sides. “I knew you’d freak out. I mean, Mom asks me every time we talk on the phone if I’m seeing someone. I knew you’d automatically think that about me and him.”

“Yeah, and?” She raises her perfectly shaped brows. “Are you?”

“No,” I say quickly, turning back toward the mirror. “It’s not like that.”

“What’s not like what?” Poppy says, strutting into the bathroom like it’s her house.

She and Tessa quickly embrace, hugging and jumping up and down because they haven’t seen each other in months. We’ve all hung out a few times, and just like Poppy and I did, she and Tessa hit it off too.

Once they release each other, Tessa waves her hand toward me. “Just talking about my big sister here and big bad Logan Sterns.” She wiggles her eyebrows up and down. “Is she tapping that or what?”

Poppy suddenly looks annoyed before she grabs one of my lip glosses and opens it, smearing it across her lips. “Hell if I know. I barely see her anymore. He keeps her mighty busy, if you know what I mean.” She winks. “I’m just kidding. I have no idea if he’s been putting his D in her V, but I can tell you one thing … she’s writing.”

I frown, narrowing my eyes. “How do you know? I haven’t told you that.”

“You don’t have to. I can tell. Because the few times we have talked? You haven’t talked about how youcan’t writeany words.So, I know you’ve found your voice again.” She pokes my stomach. “And I think it has everything to do with the people you’ve been surrounding yourself with.”

I look down at her stomach, and out of nowhere, tears instantly fill my eyes. Poppy has been busy with her own career, and she’s right. I’ve been busy with Amelia and Logan, so it’s been weeks since I’ve seen her. And in those weeks, her belly has gotten bigger.

“Awww, Pop,” I gush, putting my hand on it before pulling it back. “Is that weird? If I touch your belly like that? Does it make you mad?”

“You? No.” Then, she says sharply, “If some random person at the store touches me, I’ll cut a bitch.”

Tessa and I both burst into laughter because our friend is like a Chihuahua. Sweet to its owners and loyal to a fault, but don’t piss it off.

Poppy’s phone rings, and she pulls it from her pocket. “It’s my man,” she drawls, grinning as Walker’s FaceTime request comes onto her screen.

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