Page 64 of Scorching Lies

With one hand on her shoulder and the other slipping from her hip between the front of her legs. Allowing her to adjust to my size gives me a chance to press the lily against her clit, circling, teasing. Pushing her ass into me, she urges me faster.

“More. Please. Ryker please.”

Her words come out between breaths. Leaning over her so I can see her tits bounce with each thrust, my fingers twist the soft wet petals against her swollen clit. Her legs begin to shake and I start trailing kisses over her shoulder, sinking my teeth into the soft flesh of her neck.

“Ryker! Oh god.” She’s mumbling and breathing harder. Her knees buckle, but I move my hand from her shoulder to hold her up at the waist.

Kissing below her ear, my warm breath fans across her skin, “That’s it baby, let go. Scream for me.”

Rubbing the petal faster, I slam into her at the same time, sending her over the edge. I swear the ground fucking shakes with my name falling from her red swollen lips.

“Ryker!”

Grunting, I continue to fuck her harder and faster, dropping the flower to the ground and gripping both hips. My nails cut into her skin, my thighs smack into hers, but I don’t ease up. Throwing my head back, I swear my fucking eyes roll to the back of my head with how tight her cunt grips me.

“Fuck, Kenna!” I moan out long and slow.

She’s trembling as I slowly pull out. Leaving her to clean up, I slip myself back into my pants and put the mask back up over my face. Making sure my clothes are put back together, I wait until she turns around with that sassy look she gives me every time I make her cum. She crunches her nose at me, trying to hide her smile.

“Looks like everyone knows who owns Ryker Stone now too.”

Patting my chest she backs away waiving her fingers like a fucking brat. Once she’s out of view, I bend down and pluck the soaked lily from the ground and slip it in my back pocket.

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

KENNA

My nerves have been bad since yesterday. Running into two foundation members isn’t what has my hands shaking. No, it’s knowing that Ally is not only hiding something from me, but from the brothers as well. They may have had her spying on me to get information on my father, but I know for a fact that they wouldn’t trust anyone to get close to the foundation outside of their circle. Not even G would get that job. So, I’ve been running through different scenarios over and over since yesterday. The Gala is mere hours away, yet here I am distracted. I’m pissed that I missed my chance to get answers from my dad but I’ve been too busy babysitting Ally.

Now, I finally have an opening to do something about it. Ally left to pick up last minute things, or that’s her story, and she left me here to get ready for the fundraiser. My dress was delivered by a driver an hour ago, but I haven’t had the nerve to open the garment bag. Strumming my french-manicure I got done this morning against the granite countertop, my eyes flit to Ally’s room door.

“Fuck it.” I grunt under my breath.

Shoving away from the counter I move towards her bedroom, looking back to the front door before twisting the handle. I’m cloaked in darkness as soon as I step into the room, so I pull my phone out to shine light throughout the dark space. Paranoia has me avoiding her window like the plague. I’m not even sure what to look for, but anything that gives me a clue on her working with Addington and Arden would be perfect. I never thought I’d have to search through Ally’s room, but here we were. You truly can’t trust anyone.

I go for her closet first knowing that it’s the most common place for people to hide their skeletons. She’s like Pandora's box filled to the brim full of deceit and secrets, but I’ll cut each one from her mouth if I have to. Pausing to listen for the front door, I open her closet and turn on the small light hanging from the ceiling. Her clothes are color coded and in order of style. Typical Ally. Dropping to my knees I move my hands around on the floor under the hanging clothes, searching for anything I can find. Moving to the far wall I manage to cover the entire space and come up empty.

“Where would I hide all my secrets?”

I crawl from the closet and sit back on my heels. Looking over her dark room, lifting my phone for more light, my gaze falls to her bed. If I were trying to keep my darkest secrets close to me, I wouldn’t put them under my bed like a teen hiding their dads Playboy, so I keep looking. Letting out a deep sigh my lips press together in thought.

“Come on Kenna.” I whisper.

Turning to her dresser I scoff, there's no way she thinks that is the safest place, but the image of a certain brown box pops into my head. If I thought that little surprise was safe in my sockdrawer, what would Ally hide in hers? Pushing off the floor to stand I lean out the door checking the living room before moving to her dresser. Blowing out a breath, my heart pounds in my chest. At some point, I stopped hoping I wouldn't find anything and started thinking about what I’m going to dowhenI do find something. It’s weird, losing hope in someone you love, having no trust in the one person you live with. Yet, I feel nothing with that thought.

Pulling the first drawer open my hands feel for anything other than fabric, but come up with nothing. Moving my hand through socks and underwear in her top drawer I worry if I’ll find something I don’t want to. Laughing to myself I keep searching despite not finding anything. After the third try I start to think I really am going crazy, but then the tip of my finger is pricked by a sharp edge.

“Shit.”

Yanking my finger back, I shine my light on the sore spot to see a small bead of blood. Paper cut. My brows dip as I stick the finger in my mouth, sucking the blood off filling my mouth with the taste of copper. Must be some strong ass paper to cut me from just a poke. Opening up the drawer further I gently move the shorts she has folded to grab a small stack of paper. The sound of someone laughing has sweat building at the base of my neck. Slamming the wooden drawer closed, I click off my light and dash out of the room.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” I chant.

I’m not going to make it to my room to hide the papers, so I shove them in the back of my sweatpants and sit on the couch. The door swings open revealing Ally and Jax talking and laughing.

“Jax?”

I force myself not to jump up and run to him. Ally looks at me with wide eyes, her mouth falling open, and for a second I think she’s on to me.

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