Page 93 of Cruel Lies

"There you go, big guy. A present for later."

His hand on my ankle tugged me into his lap, and he managed to shove my skirt up to my waist, baring my now-naked pussy to their burning gazes. "Your turn, Harper," he whispered, his eyes roaming over my body with now-unconcealed lust. "Who’s it gonna be?"

"Me," Nash whimpered, "oh, please pick me and make it dirty."

So of course, since he was so eager, I had to do the exact opposite. "Rowan. Truth or dar?—"

"Truth," he breathed against my hair, his chest expanding as he took a big whiff of me. "Anything you wanna know, now’s your chance."

"Why did you fuck my best friend in high school?"

Rowan’s face contorted into confusion, but he answered, ever the reliably honest one. "Because I was mad that I couldn’t have you. I wanted to make you jealous for a change."

"How does the real thing live up to the stand-in?"

His breathing hitched as he remembered our little tryst. "There’s no contest."

"Okay, okay, you sappy assholes, my turn," Nash butted in, even though it was a lie. "Harper, I dare you to touch yourself while we watch."

Rowan had been about to protest, and his mouth fell open in silence. He stared at me, then his brother, his eyes wide, hands clenching the armrest of the couch. "Nash, that’s taking it a little far?—"

I wasted no time in shoving my fingers inside myself for their viewing pleasure. I was so wet already, and half-gone from the booze, and normally I wouldnotbe doing this for these men, butI didn’t give two fucks right now. I wanted them to see me come, wanted them to know what it was to see something you wanted desperately and couldn’t have. Something just barely out of reach.

I wanted them to know how frustrating my whole life until that night was.

"Fuck, that’s hot," Rowan whispered, his hands twitching with the urge to touch me himself. "My turn."

THIRTY-NINE

ROWAN

I didn’t expecther to bury two fingers inside her wet pussy on my lap and throw thatglorious mane of dark hair over my shoulder while she closed her eyes and fucked herself like she was a porn star. It was like a fantasy come to life, and my cock wasthrobbingin my pants beneath her ass. She knew it, too. I could feel it brush against the curve of her ass every time she moaned softly under her breath. Every time her fingers curved a certain way and made a tiny little squelching noise, I had to fight the urge to rock up into her and rut myself against her bare ass.

Fuck, she was dangerous to my sanity.

I wanted all of her, and yet, at the same time, I wanted her far away from us. Once this was all over, she could go back and live her life, and we could finally get back to our damn jobs—if we even had them after I explained all this to Lilly.

Nash panted as he palmed himself through his pants, and I realized the best way to get back at him for this and the panties dare was to give him a dare he couldn’t refuse.

"Nash. I dare you to put your face down there and put your wagging tongue to use for her."

Nash’s eyes flashed with lust, and he looked at Harper, waiting for her to say no. When she didn’t, he groaned and moved to the floor, his knees sinking into the plush rug beneath him. "Only if she promises to be loud enough to show Angel what he’s missing out on."

"I think we can manage that," I growled, "with or without her consent."

I moved a hand across her back to support her, letting the other rest along the back of the couch as Nash buried his head between her legs and set to work.

"Oh, fuck," Harper moaned, squirming to get away from the way Nash’s tongue curled around her clit and teased those nerve endings to overstimulation. "Nash, I?—"

"Hush and let him work," I muttered into herneck. Where my tongue met her flesh, it was an experience that was as intoxicating as it was insane.

She was like the first taste of freedom, the first rainstorm in spring. Flowers in bloom in the summer sun paled in comparison to her beauty. She was everything I wanted and yet everything I could never have.

But I could have this, right now. And I planned to take it, all of it, anything I could get, so that I would have memories of us to keep me warm when she was gone.

"Do you know what you do to me, Harper?" My hand encircled her throat as she groaned, and I chuckled when Nash moved her hand away from her soaked cunt, replacing her fingers with his own.

"Fuck, she tastes like heaven," Nash whispered reverently, his tongue swirling around her clit, sliding up and down her folds as he finger-fucked her with a single-minded focus. Harper’s moans of pleasure echoed off the walls, and there was no way in hell Angeldidn’thear her, even behind that closed door. Even if the man were dead asleep, he’d probably hear her in his dreams.

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