Page 60 of Tell Me Lies

She spins to face me, the phone still in her hand. “What part?”

“The part where you said you’re moving back to your place?”

I walk even closer, and she presses her back against the counter like she’s scared of me or some shit.

“Well, I mean, they caught the men who broke in. It doesn’t really make much sense for me to continue paying rent if I’m not going to move back home, does it?” she says, setting her phone down and putting her palms on the countertop.

“Fuck rent and fuck your place.” I walk until I’m inches from her, glaring down at her big green eyes. “Why don’t you say what’s actually going on, Boston?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she whispers, her lips trembling now.

“That I told you I fucking wanted you, and now, you’re running scared,” I growl. “And running right back to your apartment, which will probably get broken into again, and I’ll have to fucking be up at night, worrying about it.”

“It’s not like that, Logan.” Tears fill her eyes. “I’m … I’m not who you think I am.”

“You’reexactlywho I think you are. Stop being fucking scared.”

“I’m not scared,” she hisses, gritting her teeth before she starts to cry harder. “Logan, I need to tell you the truth about me.” Her hand rests on my bare chest. “And it’ll change the way you feel.” Tears flow from her eyes now as her voice breaks. “It’ll ruin us.”

Bringing my face to hers, I grip her chin harder. “Then, fucking lie to me, Mace,” I rasp. “Tell me fucking lies because I’m not ready to ruin us.”

My lips attack hers, and I loop my arm around her waist, bringing her ass up onto the counter. She doesn’t kiss me back at first, but she doesn’t push me away either. And when I part her legs, stepping between them, I slide my hand to her nape and kiss her even harder. She melts against me, kissing me back and clawing at my chest.

I’m so fucking gone on this girl that whatever deep, dark secret she has … I don’t want to hear it. Not yet anyway.

Deep down, I know I’m being stupid. I’m a fucking father to the world’s best kid. Before I go any further, I should make Maci tell me whatever secret she’s holding in. But I’ve seen her with Amelia. She adores my daughter. Amelia already lost Maddie, and I can’t bear the thought of her losing Maci too.

Lifting her from the counter, I never break contact with her lips as I carry her into my bedroom. I set her on the bed and reach for her waistband. I pull her leggings and panties down, tossing them to the floor before yanking her shirt over her head.

“No bra, Boston?” I murmur, leaning down and bringing her nipple into my mouth. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Under my towel, my cock swells, standing up straight at the sight of her perfect fucking body, and I pull it off of me, letting it fall to the ground.

Wrapping my fist around my length, I give it a few pumps, keeping my eyes on her as she brings her knees up and spreads her legs wide open for me.

“Jesus Christ,” I hiss, jerking myself harder.

Her eyes are on mine as she slowly slides her hand down her abdomen, heading right to her pussy. And when she makes it between her legs and sinks two fingers into her heat, I fucking lose it. A bead of pre-cum leaks from the tip of my cock, and I hiss in pure need for my dick to take the place of her fingers.

“Logan.” She barely whispers my name, and yet I can still hear the desperation in her tone.

Part of me wants to fuck her face or maybe even her throat. If she’s choking on my cock, she won’t be able to tell me whatever it is she’s hiding. Another part of me wants to eat her out until she’s crying my name in agony because she’s come so many times that it fucking hurts. But most of all, I just want to bury myself deep inside of her heat and pound her into my mattresslike it’s the last time I’ll ever get the chance to. Because let’s face it; with whatever it is she needs to tell me … it very well might be. I don’t need anything fancy or elaborate. I just need her pussy wrapped around my cock, her moans in my ears, and her nails digging into my back.

I climb over her and hover the tip of my cock over her opening before I nudge myself inside of her. I start off slow and steady, but when her nails find my back and her legs wrap around my waist, I thrust harder and deeper. The bed creaks with every pump of my hips, and her moans grow louder in my ears.

Grunting because it feels so fucking good, I pick up my head and stare down at her. Her eyes burn into mine, and her chin tilts up slightly. For once, no dirty words come to my mind. Right now, it’s just her and me and this bed. And no matter how deep I am, selfishly, it isn’t enough. I need more.

It’s not about fucking her for a scene she needs to write or trying to give her some inspiration either. It’s just about being as close to this woman as I can possibly get. This woman, who somehow feels like home, and I’m scared to fucking death I’m going to lose her.

She stares up at me, her eyes wide and full of so much emotion. Suddenly, tears swell in them before spilling down her cheeks. I’ve never felt so much without speaking words before.

Whatever she’s going to tell me, it’s going to ruin everything for not only me, but also my daughter.

My hips continue to roll against hers as I fuck her into the bed roughly, feeling her tightening around me. Her lips part, and she drags in a breath. Her hips lift upward to match my rhythm, and as she squeezes my cock, I come inside of her—hard. Trembling, I pour my seed deep into her heat. We continue fucking each other, greedily taking every ounce of our orgasm like this might be our last and we don’t want it to stop.

My body shivers as the last bit of cum drips from my cock, and her pussy slowly releases its hold on my dick. I don’t pull out right away though. Instead, I bring my lips to hers before putting our foreheads together.

“I’m not ready to say goodbye to you yet. And neither is Amelia,” I mutter against her lips. “So, please, Boston, for now … just pretend like everything is fine, okay? Even if it isn’t.”

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