Page 14 of Addicted Lies

Ford knows how to play my body, and I fucking love it.

I’ve had other sexual partners besides Ford, despite my brother’s best efforts to stop any man who came near me, but nothing lasted more than a few nights.

Until Ford.

It started off as a way to scratch an itch, and it’s morphed into so much more.

Now I don’t want any other man to touch me the way he does.

And that’s a problem. Because I don’t want this to stop. I want to continue when I return to Manhattan full-time.

“You’ll be a good girl and stay fucking still once you come, won’t you, Chaos?” he whispers into my ear. I nod my head, knowing he means when he gets back to working on my tattoo. “Words. Fucking use them.”

I love that I get this side of him. Everyone else gets the quiet version, but I get the dirty-talking, rough Ford. It’s my favorite version of him.

“Yes, I’ll stay still.” Just as the words leave my mouth, he slips a finger inside me.

And that’s when we hear it.

“Yo, bitch. Let’s go and get fucked up.” Hawke’s voice echoes through the house, and we both pause, a chill running through me.You have got to be fucking kidding me!Why are we interrupted every fucking time?

I go to look over my shoulder, but Ford tugs at my hair. “Finish,” he growls, pumping his fingers. His eyes are dark and deadly as we teeter on the edge of being discovered once more.

He means it.

He always does.

So I close my eyes and move my hips, and just as I reach the peak, he kisses my neck.

He never kisses me on my lips.

Only that once, and it makes me work harder against his hand.

This is purely sex, and I’m going to take my pleasure from him every fucking time.

“Fuck,” I whimper as I fall over the edge, and stars explode behind my eyelids. I ride the wave, inhaling the smell and powerful presence of him—always at his mercy but realizing I get off more than he does. I reach for his cock that’s pressing against his pants, but he releases his hold on my hair and stops me.

“I’m totally going to eat all your cake if you don’t stop jerking off in there and hurry the fuck up,” Hawke yells.

I growl, infuriated, and he chuckles as he lifts me off him. My legs feel wobbly as my feet touch the floor. He pulls my dress back down and then adjusts his cock.

“Leave after we do,” he says, then slips out the door.

And then he’s gone.

CHAPTER 6

Ford

My brother is clued into a lot of things, but how a freshly baked honey cake made it into my home is not one of them. And it’s fair to say that his instinct not to touch the treat Billie baked me likely saved him a beating.

I don’t ever intend to share anything about her. Billie Taylor is all fucking mine.

I wish she didn’t hold that type of power over me, but the more I see her, the more I let her slip under my skin, and the immediate pleasure of that hit rises to the surface.

“Mother is going to kill you,” Hawke says with a mouth full of a protein bar when I step into the kitchen. I have boxes of the shit in my cupboard for when he comes over. He’s sweaty, most likely having hit the gym after we were done helping Eli. He sent us home early today because he and his wife Jewel were having a date night, whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean.

I hadn’t even realized the time. It feels like time is something that doesn’t exist whenever I’m with Billie. Then again, it was the same with all my other previous addictions.

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