Page 81 of Promiscuous Lies

Fuck me.

“Look at me,” he growls. And I do as he says, awkwardly staring down at him as I ride him. “See how I worship you.Only you.”

My heart flutters, and I increase my speed, trying to distract myself from the confusion that is Dutton Taylor. He releases my hair and lets me take the lead, as if aware by the way my body speaks that I’m trying to gain control of this situation. Because I don’t know how to read Dutton. I don’t know why, all of a sudden, he’s talking about dating and marriage when we’ve only discussed obedience and fucking.

It’s the first time Dutton has ever let me take control instead of forcing me into submission, and I ride his cock like it’s my lifeline. I fuck him so hard that I see stars. After I explode and start to come down, he grabs my hips and continues rocking me, not stopping until both of us are done.

Struggling to breathe, I lay my head on his chest, finding comfort in the man who is just as confusing to me as he is lethal. And I know I should’ve run away from Dutton the moment I realized he wanted me. But he makes me feelsafe.And that wreaks havoc on my independence. Won’t he just leave me like everyone else has?

I can’t risk that for Bentley or me. We can’t become attached to someone who will eventually throw us to the side.

“Move in with me,” he says and kisses the top of my head.

I can’t rely on something that might be temporary, nothing but promiscuous lies.

Eventually, this man might be my downfall, and I don’t have the strength to pick up the pieces again.

“No,” I reply, not moving. I can feel him watching me as I stare at his chest, avoiding his gaze. Because I know that’s when Dutton always sees me. Therealme. The truth and the hurt. And I’m not willing to let him see the uncertainty, scared he’ll use it to his advantage in some way.

“I have to go relieve the babysitter. Thanks for dinner and dessert,” I say, finally raising my head and kissing his lips. I attempt to crawl off him, but he pulls me back and kisses me again. Forcing his tongue into my mouth and forcing his dominance upon me. I moan, so used to melting into him that I have no choice but to depend on his breath to keep me sane. Gosh, how I love his kisses.

Managing to pull away, I smile at him and place a hand on his cheek. “You’ve become needy.”

“Stay at my place tonight,” he says.

“Take me to my car, Mr. Taylor. That was our deal.” This time, I don’t allow him to pull me back. I climb off him and readjust my clothing before I climb into the passenger seat.

I’m so confused as to what he wants from me.

We’re good at sex. But moving in together, dating, marriage? It has no rhyme or reason. I look at him as he gets behind the wheel. Part of me wonders if this actually has anything to do with Bentley and me or everything to do with his family’s opinions. Or even worse, the mention of Bentley’s father.

CHAPTER 41

Posie

“What type of mother comes home this late?”

I jump at the familiar voice as I get out of the car. When I turn around, my heart falters. Bobbi is standing at the curb, smoking a cigarette. He flicks it away as he starts toward me. I freeze. Everything within me that I shoved down all those years ago resurfaces: the fear I felt around this man, the uncertainty of what he was going to do next, as he told me he loved me in one breath and hit me with the next.

But it’s not just me anymore, and I square up to my demon, even though I break on the inside, realizing he might’ve been watching the house the entire time I was with Dutton.

What if he…?

My jaw grinds, and then I’m startled as Amy opens the door and steps out with her bag over her shoulder. “He’s asleep. Good as always.” She offers me a wave, then stops when she sees Bobbi.

“I suggest you let her leave,” Bobbi whispers so only I can hear.

Fear grips me like a vise, but I find myself saying, “It’s fine, Amy, you can go.” She nods and glances at him one more time before she heads to her car.

As unpredictable as Bobbi is, my only saving grace is that it’s early in the evening, and people are still out walking their dogs or tending to their lawns. I absolutely fucking refuse to let him inside my home, even if he puts a gun to my head.

Bobbi steps closer, and I can smell the scent of cigarette smoke on him. I fucking hate that smell.

“It’s been a long time, Posie,” he says, looking like he’s aged fifteen years instead of six. How had I ever loved this man? I’m not sure what I found so attractive about him back then. Yes, he has that bad-boy vibe about him, but that’s it. He looks like he needs to shower, and his clothes look like they could do with a wash. I used to do his laundry, and I wonder who’s been doing it since I left.

I do have one thing for which I am grateful to him, though. He gave me the one thing I genuinely fucking love in this world.

“Has it?” I reply, making sure to harden my resolve and speak to him like I would any other man in the same way that I wouldn’t let Dutton walk all over me when we first met. I’m not the same woman I was six years ago.

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