Page 174 of Pretty Little Lies

“That’s what I want,” I admit. “I want all those sweet words about how much you’re mine. I love that you know that.”

“I do,” she quips, clutching onto my forearms. “Fuck, Reeve…I love how you fuck me.”

The corners of my mouth quirk into a smirk. I can’t help it. Her saying that just pries that cocky, smart-ass persona out in me. I love how she strokes my cock when I’m inside her and when I’m not.

“And I’m never gonna let you forget that,” I promise her. “You’re always gonna be mine, McQueen.”

She pulls herself from the bed and looks down at her body, watching me thrust inside her. “Fuck.”

“That’s what we’re doing.” I nudge her head a little with mine to get her to look at me. And when she does is when I capture her mouth. “Lie back.”

She does as I return to her lips and fuck both her and her mouth. My cock glides in and out while my tongue mocks those actions and Bay is a shuddering mess underneath me.

“Dammit, I’m gonna come.”

“Come,” she orders. “All over?—”

“I’m going to spread it all over that pretty clit,” I reply, dropping one of my hands to that exact spot. And in small circles with the thumb, I show her how I’m going to take the tip of my hard length and spread my shit all over her sensitive nub. “Right here, baby. I’m going to rub it all over this beautiful part of you. And one day…I’m going to fuck you until I can’t come in you anymore. You’re literally going to milk me dry and hard. You’re gonna ride me and take all this dick. Fuck, like you’re taking all of it right now, aren’t you?”

She bobs her head. “Yes.”

“You’re gonna let me spill myself all on this private little piece that no one else is allowed to have but Torin and me?” Bay clamps onto my biceps and squeezes. “Damn, you like that?Only these two cocks dipping inside—” Bay creams and screams all over my cock and through the air as Torin’s palm covers her pretty sounds.

I’m very close behind, rubbing the edge of my length against that spot on her that only makes her squirm during the middle of her orgasm which triggers mine to hit hard and straight to my head.

I’m dizzy by the time I’m done, collapsing onto the mattress at Bay’s side to catch my own breath. I’m only two inhales in when a cloth is thrown in my face by my so-called bestie.

“Jealous much, brother?” I taunt like the douche I am, running the cloth down my face.

“Being helpful,” he counters close by. “You want some water, baby?”

“Yes,” I answer at the same time Bay does, which ripples out a chuckle from her and I.

Torin slaps me in the stomach as Bay turns and cuddles up at my side.

Yep.

If the Earth burns up today, this girl will always be the one I lie with as the world caves in.

FORTY-NINE

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Leviand I have barely spoken to each other as he drives to the middle of nowhere to attend tonight’s festivities. Nessa has been in the backseat, controlling the radio with her phone, and neither Levi nor I bitch at her about her music selections.

Cruel Summerby Taylor Swift definitely wouldn’t have been my choice to pump myself up for the night, but I’m more surprised that Levi didn’t bite her head off.

Instead, his inked fingers wrapped tightly around the wheel, and he stared ahead in a daze as he drove.

It’s Cairo’s big fight night against Matteo for Wharf Bay’s Titan seat, and I already know that what I’m about to see tonight isn’t going to be easily forgotten. In fact, just having to be in the same room with Matteo makes my skin crawl with anxiety that I don’t want to feel and that has no business resonating with me.

But it does.

Furthermore, I’m pushing a bar—a verybigone—when I walk inside with my best friend, who’s supposed to be my big-mouthed ex-boyfriend.

Honestly, Torin and Reeve have to know right now that our ploy was the biggest piece of shit lie in the universe. If Levi had made those threats in real life, I’d never allow him inDad’s hospital room, I’d let him and Cairo come to blows in the waiting room, and I’d give Torin the green light to do what it was he wanted to do, but that came with unseen circumstances and since I’m highly fond of Pretty Boy, I more than likely still wouldn’t have blown that whistle.

The moment we step inside, the smell of weed, cologne, and cleaning products all mixed together in a cloud of the worse stomachache ever. School bleachers line on all four walls, the place is packed head to toe around a makeshift ring in the center of the floor and my stomach turns again.

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