Page 123 of The Lies We Steal

I thought about the last time we had sex, in the parking lot of the school midday with students walking around campus. The tinted windows shielded us from eyes, but it set me on fire thinking they could maybe see me with my thighs wrapped around his waist as he thrust inside of me over and over again in the back seat of his car.

He knew I liked to test limits and I trusted him enough to let him do that.

My safe high.

My adrenaline rush.

“Still haven’t come around to your parents?” I ask, trying not to let the images of us distract me.

“Dorian’s been in rehab for three weeks and they are already trying to replace him. I don’t want anything to do with their money or business. They made their bed. They can lie in it for all I fucking care.”

According to the Caldwells their oldest suffered a traumatic injury that had left him addicted to painkillers and he was working hard in rehab to rid himself of the filthy habit. That’s what they told everyone anyway.

The truth was the pressure of being Dorian Caldwell drove him to start taking drugs. Mixing and matching uppers and downers. Whatever he could get his hands on. He hadn’t been sober in years and his parents didn’t even care to notice as long as he fit the image.

Now, they were scrambling to find an heir.

It was a shame they saw their flesh and blood as assets, verses human beings, children.

Anytime I asked him, Alistair said he didn’t think there was much hope in rekindling a relationship with Dorian. Not because he didn’t understand and not because he kidnapped me with plans of killing me, but because even before the drugs he’d done exactly what his parents did. Made him the outcast. It was a long road that he didn’t want to travel down. Not any time soon anyway.

“I have your Christmas present.” I say, pulling us away from the depressing topic, grinning from ear to ear.

“Are you wearing a bow underneath your clothes?”

I snort, rolling my eyes, “No you perv. It’s in my back pocket. But you’ll have to grab it yourself.”

He arches his eyebrows with the challenge, slipping his hands lower on my body. I shiver as his rubs up and down my back side, falling down to my butt and grabbing it roughly.

I moan softly, his head dipping to the side of my neck, little kisses left on my collarbone make my head buzz. Carefully he sticks his fingers into my back pocket, retrieving the gift with two fingers.

He pulls it between us, the golden chain dangling in front of me and I have flashes of it brushing my nose as he crawls on top of me, pressing his body into mine, rocking inside of me over and over again.

“This your way of branding me, Little Thief?”

The tiny B in the center of the necklace catches the light, making me grin.

“Figured I’d return the favor, considering I have to walk around with your initials on my finger forever.”

He chuckles, unclipping the hook and wrapping it around his neck. The chain hugs his neck in all the right ways, dangling a few inches below his Adam’s apple and I want to lick it.

I loved the way my initial seemed to fit perfectly on his chest. My fingers reaching up and running along the golden chain. In my mind he was already mine, but now, I was marking him publicly.

Alistair Caldwell was mine, mine, mine.

“Speaking of that, my present requires a little bit of a drive, you up for it?”

“You gonna let me drive?” I raise my eyebrow, knowing he hates my driving. It makes him nervous the way I take curves.

“Tell ya what, make it through the maze without me catching you and the keys are all yours.”

The challenge sparks my excitement. I take an eager step back from him, a Cheshire cat grin eating at my face. I could feel my heart start to pump a little faster, I slowly start backing away from him,

“Deal.” I say quickly, before turning and taking off back through the maze.

Knowing that even though I really wanted to drive, I’d always let him catch me.

Alistair

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