Page 220 of The Liar's Reckoning

I come hard inside him,filling him up while I press him flat against my shower wall. He shudders as my cock convulses in his ass, milking the cum from me with skillful muscle contractions, each one extending my release. It’s been another all night sex-a-thon wherein we can’t keep our hands off each other’s dicks or our mouths apart for any rational length of time.

It’s been great. I haven’t had to talk anymore. Haven’t had to think. But the sun is out, and the clock is ticking. I doubt I’ll be able to get it up again before he has to leave—not after this orgasm. It was a true ballbuster.

I wrap my hand firmly around his dick to finish him off, but he hisses at the contact. His shaft giving a telltale throb. “I’m good,” he says, pushing at my wrist to make me let go of him. I get it. The overstimulation is real. Still, I stay inside him a little longer, sucking at his neck as the water flows over us, keeping us cool despite the heat between us.

“I don’t know if it’s my Catholic upbringing, but I think I have a breeding kink.”

“You have a lot of kinks, Senator.” I nip softly at his ear. When I give it a flick with my tongue, he shivers again.

“I told you. I’m evolving.”

I don’t want to think about that. It’s future-oriented, and I have twenty more minutes with him, if that. It’s in no way a given that I’ll see him again once he leaves. I don’t trust his father not to threaten him, or worse, threatenmeif Graham does what he says he wants to do and tells him about us.

This new, vaguely self-actualized version of the man I wish I’d never met but fell in love with anyway could maybe withstand afew threats to his own reputation, but when it comes to me? I could easily see him folding.

I bring it up when he’s getting dressed. I put on a pair of shorts, not planning to do much but pack and stress for the rest of the day, but he’s ironing and shaving and getting all fancy for his visit with his father and his trip back to DC. He brought a suit over in a duffel bag, and I admit, I’m impressed with his ironing skills. He screams dry clean only.

“Whatever you want to tell your dad, please don’t worry about me, okay?” This I say when he’s straightening his tie in the mirror. I’m on the bed watching him as I get more anxious by the second.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m leaving. Starting over. I can even change my name. There’s nothing he can do to me that I won’t be able to handle on my own.”

Graham turns to face me.

“I just mean do whatever you need to do, say whatever you’re willing to say, but if he tries to make it about me somehow?—”

“Silas.”

I shut up as he approaches, and I have no clue what to think when he kneels on the floor in front of me. He takes my hands in his. “As much as you might hate it,” he says, “this is about youandme. It’s about us, and something I need more than I need his good opinion. If you want to know what’s changed—that’swhat’s different. I have no right to ask you to trust me, and I won’t hold you to what you said last night, but?—”

“About that—” I start, but he shakes his head, effectively cutting me off.

“I’m just asking for a chance, Silas. You don’t have to promise me anything. I want to be good enough for you, too.”

“Youare,” I whisper, staring at our tangled hands.

“I’m working on it, but I have my own set of standards, and so far I’ve fallen short on all of them.”

I bend down and kiss his upturned mouth. “Call me?”

“Of course,” he says like it’s a given. Like we’re official and not constantly hovering over no man’s land.

“I think I might get out of here for a while,” I decide, knowing I won’t like being here without him. “Go see Drew and Ollie or something.” Or Lilah and maybe Gil.

He lets go of my hands, and we stand together. “Keep your phone on you, okay?”

I hug him to me, reluctant to let him go—my toxic trait. “I hate you,” I whisper.

“I know, baby. I completely understand.”

I think he must.

66

GRAHAM

“Where are your men?”

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