Page 39 of King of Liars

Aiden crawled toward me, and I wondered what the hell he was doing. “Yeah, saying stupid shit, and I guess I’m realizing stupid shit too.”

“What?”

“I forgot how fucking horny I get when I’m high.”

His lips crashed against mine as he pushed me back against the headboard, and it was hard to keep my hands off him. Between our chat, the alcohol, and the pot, I knew it was fucking over for me.

I rolled on top of him, getting lost in how good it felt to taste his mouth, feel his tongue against mine.

“Condoms…?” he finally managed to say, as a slight question, which made me laugh, and I knew I was laughing because of the pot.

I scrambled for the nightstand, trying to act slick but fumbling when my journal fell out.

“Biochem notebook in your drawer?” Aiden teased, I assumed referring to one of the textbooks he’d seen for my chemical engineering degree.

I laughed. “That’s my journal, asshat. This is what happens when I try to be slick.”

“Ooh, so cute watching a man call his diary a journal,” he joked. “But journaling? Really? I’m learning so much tonight about sexy, mysterious Two.”

I leaned off the bed and picked it up, setting it on the nightstand before grabbing a condom and tearing it from the others.

“My condom, so I think that should mean I get to be the one to fuck you,” I said.

“Then next time, I guess I’ll have to bring my own condoms.”

I rolled my head back, enjoying a laugh.

Oh, Aiden.

Aiden, Aiden, Aiden.

I couldn’t get enough of that name.

12

Boss

Idoodled in my notebook as Mr. Finner droned on about Edmund Spenser.

Ever since I’d joined the ranks of the knights, every other aspect of my life seemed so fucking boring. My time at school or work, or even worse, when I had to chat with Mom or Dad on the phone, agitated me.

I just needed another fix. Another hit.

To think, I’d met King back in August, and we were going on April.

As King and Ryan had assured me, King’s more violent needs were a rarity. Typically, it was the fun orgies we’d started out with, and even when it got rough, it was nothing like the introduction I’d received.

Despite how disturbing those needs could be, something about them was healing…freeing. Yet at the same time, the delicious sensations it roused, the moments of excitement, were fleeting, the guilt and pain returning all too soon, not to mention the memories.

But more than the time I shared with the knights, I found myself looking forward to something else…someoneelse.

I kept eyeing the clock until class was finally over.

Thank fuck.

Although, I still had two classes left for the day.

As soon as I stepped out of the classroom, I noticed Ryan heading down the hall. What the fuck was he doing?

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