Page 217 of The Liar's Reckoning

Every time our lips meet, I feel another year older. Another age wiser. As his hands roam my body, my confidence surges, and with every moan from Silas’s throat, I feel like the most powerful man in the world.

We crash onto the bed, legs tangling as we fight to get closer. Our leaking cocks are sticky as they rub together between our eager, rutting bodies. He pulls at my hair, angling my head to give himself access to my neck where he sucks long and hard on the spot he barely got started on at the door. It’s like having a vampire attached to me.

“Yes,” I hiss, welcoming it, ready to plead for more. But I don’t have to. He moves from my neck to my collarbone, the base of my throat. I grip one of his ass cheeks for dear life as he marks me up. His lips and tongue on my skin are wet and burning hot.

“You won’t find this in Florida,” I say, grazing his hole with my fingertips.

“Shut the fuck up,” he says before having another go at my mouth, effectively making me obey. “You won’t be able to stay away from me.”

I roll on top of him, taking control. I pin him to the bed with one hand on his chest and grab the lube with the other. “You know what I think?” I ask as I grab his thighs and lift them off the bed, angling his hole to take my cock. I spit with perfect aim, soaking his opening. “I think you’ll be my secret as long as I want you to be. If I promise to keep feeding this ass my cock, you’ll keep it all for me. You’ll be begging for it every day.”

His dark eyes are hooded and bright with a fevered glaze, telling me I’m not wrong.

I give myself some lube and shove inside him with a strong thrust.

He cries out and grabs for his headboard. I lift him by the neck and press my mouth to his. He kisses me as I fuck him hard and fast. He bends himself in half to take me deep. The tight heat of him clenches and swallows me. Our hips slam together sounding loud claps as we collide. He sucks my tongue and groans into my mouth. The need to come surges up my thighs.

Breaking from his lips, I drop my forehead to his shoulder, my hips pounding as his head hits the end of the bed. “Let me change my life for you.”

“Graham… Jesus… That’s not fair.”

“You’ll take me…”

“Yes.”

“I’m gonna come.” I didn’t mean to change the subject—didn’t want to. I would have rather continued fucking him and begging him, but his ass and his yes push me right to the edge.

“Yes,” he says again. “Come with me.”

Maybe one day I’ll ask him what he really meant by that, but since we both start unloading cum in impressive volumes, it would sound stupid if I asked now. Instead I bite his shoulder and let the orgasm take me.

“Fuuuccckkk…” he groans as I leave my own mark on him. If my cock is still shooting, his probably is, too. I lower my abs to feel his slick spend on my skin while he holds me in place, locked deep in his ass.

Technically, I think it’s generally accepted that you’re not supposed to hold anyone to something they say while they’re having wild animal sex. But in this case, I’ll be making an exception.

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SILAS

Fuck it. I want him. I’ve wanted him since he showed up in Central Park the first time. When he was following me around like a puppy. And now? Now when I know all the shady shit about him there is to know and have watched him stand by while my life got shredded, I still can’t bring myself to set him loose in the world where people will take advantage of him and lure him in with treats.

Not that I still think he’s innocent, but what I do think, for all his faults is, he’smine.

And I can’t let him go.

Which has to make me as weak and pathetic as I ever accused him of being, but I guess I can accept that. I could blame the amazing sex I taught him how to do so well, but it comes down more to the moments in between. Like now where he’s pressing gentle kisses to my cheek, and I’m running my hand over his not quite a six-pack abs. Finding what’s left of the softness there that I never want to lose if I have to force-feed him carbs myself.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks.

“I was wondering what your thoughts are on gerrymandering.”

He laughs quietly. “I’m glad senators don’t have to worry about it.”

“I was asking you as a voter. You know what? Never mind. I was kidding.”

“I know.” He draws a line down the slope of my nose with his fingertip and then traces the edges of my lips. “I’m gonna tell my dad about us when I see him tomorrow.”

I cringe. “I wish you wouldn’t. I’m not up for another visit from him. Can’t you let me move away in peace?”

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