Page 69 of Lie to Me

“You trying to kill me, little warrior?”

“Not before you make me come, I’m not,” she says with a grin. I shake my head in mock exasperation before slamming inside of her. She gasps, clearly not expecting it, but I don’t slow down.

I fuck her harder and faster. I push her head into the counter, careful not to push too hard, but just enough that it renders her unable to move.

I wrap my other hand around her waist and bring my fingers to her clit, tweaking and rubbing in slow motions as I increase my pace. I’m right on the edge and I know I don’t have long left. I need her to fucking come.

“Come for me, little warrior,” I mutter quietly and slap my hand against her clit. She cries out at the motion and instantly tightens her walls around me. I do it again just as she shudders beneath me and lets out a long, sinful moan. The sound is like music to my goddamn ears and I can’t hold on any longer. My movements become choppy and erratic as those tingles maketheir way from the bottom of my spine. I spill inside of her, following it up with a loud groan as I fill her full of my cum.

“I love you, Sloane,” I murmur softly as I pull out of her. She doesn’t say it back, and she doesn’t need to. She needs to heal before she can say those words, and I’ll be by her side every step of the way.

Waking up with Sloane in my arms this morning was a dream come true. I didn’t even have to feel the fear of last night being an illusion because it was her hair in my face as she shifted in her sleep that woke me up at 5:00 a.m.

This girl can wake me up at any hour if she lets me hold her like I did this morning. It was two hours before she finally woke up, and I spent those two hours lying there, looking down at her, unable to believe that this was my reality.

I was also pleasantly surprised to check my phone as I was making coffee to find a text from Luca, telling me to take the day off and that he’d cover for me. When I told Sloane, she told me that she passed the guys last night as they were leaving, so I’m guessing he knows that we’re finally sorting our shit out.

Which is how we’re here, strolling through Central Park as light snow falls around us. It melts as soon as it hits the ground, so thank fuck I don’t have to wade through a snow covered park. This usually wouldn’t be my thing, but Sloane insisted on taking a walk through here since she hasn’t been here since she moved back. Far be it from me to deny that girl a single thing.

“They’re not necessary,” Sloane grunts and gestures towards the two men following behind us.

“We’re still being targeted, and we still have no idea by whom. It’s better to err on the side of caution.”

“Marco, I could probably shoot better than you, we don’t need them,” she insists, and I scoff at her.

“Baby,” I say placatingly. “I’m sure you’re a good shot, but there’s no chance in hell that you’re better than me.”

Her eyes roll and she shakes her head. “Okay, we’re going to prove it,” she says adamantly. “Take me shooting.”

I raise a brow. “What happened to our date day and taking a walk through the park?” I ask with a grimace while gesturing around our surroundings.

“Fuck the park.”

Thank fucking God.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Sloane

Present

We enter the warehouse that Marco’s family uses as a gun range and my body thrums with excitement the further inside we get.

Marco seems to think he’s got this in the bag. I’m about to prove him wrong.

“So, what are we wagering?” Marco asks as we step inside of a room that has one wall filled with different weapons while the opposite wall is filled with targets.

“Wagering?” I ask.

“Uh huh. You said you were a better shot than me, so let’s make a bet.”

Ugh, men.

“Fine,” I say with a sigh. “What do you want if you win?”

“WhenI win, I want you to move your stuff into my apartment and stay with me until the threat against us has been neutralized.”

I don’t even bother to try and contain my eyeroll.

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