Page 84 of Cup of Lies

“We could do other things,” I tease as I nip at his flesh. “With our mouths.”

He tightens his grip on my ass. “You’re obsessed with my cock, love. Can’t a guy just wine and dine his woman without having to put out?”

I giggle at his words. When he’s relaxed, Caius is exactly the type of man I’d have wanted to date. It’s crazy to think I hated him at first and would’ve preferred Theo over him in the beginning. My, how times have changed.

Speaking of Theo…

I sit up and scan the group around the fire. It’s still hot during the days, but the evenings are definitely cooling off as fall is upon us, so the fire is welcome. Dragon has Cove straddling his lap as they make out in front of everyone. Theo sits awkwardly beside them, his eyes on me.

A flash of guilt surges through me and is followed by anger that snuffs it out.

Theo chose to do the things Theo wanted to do. He has no one to blame for himself. If only he’d asked me out rather than kidnapping me, maybe things would have gone differently.

Caius rubs my ass over my jeans. Sure, Theo is attractive, but he’s nothim. Not my Caius—the man I can’t seem to ever get out of my head or my heart. I don’t want to either.

“I love you,” I murmur softly.

“I love you too.” He shifts so he can shove his hand into his pocket. “Figured I’d do it in a more romantic way, but I don’t think it gets better than this.”

I marvel at the ring that glitters in the fire light. It’s different than the fake engagement ring he gave to me months ago at the fancy event we went to. He slides the simple solitary diamond ring on my finger. It looks good there. After everything we’ve gone through, it’s more meaningful to wear his ring now.

“I love it,” I whisper. “Yes. The answer is yes.”

He chuckles. “I didn’t ask.”

“Not that you would have anyway. You’re more of a guy who tells rather than asks.”

“But you don’t like being told what to do.”

“Except for with you. I trust you, Caius, so the answer is yes.”

I twist so I can see his handsome face. As Gibson strums a country song on his acoustic guitar and Nees’s laughter can be heard not far away, I admire my soon-to-be husband’s handsome features.

It’s hard to remember him from his stone-cold, stiff, suit days. This jean and T-shirt wearing, scruffy jawline, and overgrown hair thing he has going on is totally working for him. He’s unbelievably sexy.

His hand slides into my hair at the back of my head as he draws me to his lips. The kiss is sweet at first, but then he’s devouring me like I might not be here tomorrow. I’m keenly aware of the fact we’re now the dopey couple in love who makes out in front of everyone. Still, I don’t care.

I yelp when he rises to his feet with me in his arms. “Where are we going?”

Someone whistles and we hear a few catcalls.

“I need privacy with you, love.”

He takes me around to the front of the house and sets me down on the top step. The sultry look in his eyes tells me what he wants and I’m glad to give it. I yank at the buckle of his jeans, eager to pull his cock out. He grunts when I finally free it, grabs onto the railing, and leans toward my waiting mouth.

I take hold of his thick, hot dick and lick the salty tip. The sound he makes sends heat waves rippling through me. I’m not one to tease, going straight for my goal of swallowing his length. He lets out a string of curse words that makes me giggle once I’ve stopped the gag reflex.

His hand caresses my head as he slowly bucks against me. I’ve learned how to relax my throat so he can easily slide down it. It’s a bit uncomfortable, but I love how quickly he comes. It feels that good to him.

“Oh fuck,” he groans. “I swear you kill me when you do this, love. I want to last, but it feels so fucking amazing.”

My nostrils flare as I bob up and down, encouraging him to fuck my throat. It only takes a few more of his thrusts and he’s over the edge. Spurts of salty heat gush into my throat. I swallow them and his spasming cock over and over until he’s spent.

He staggers away from me and all that’s left of him is a string of cum that runs down my chin. I watch him as he puts himself back in his pants and make a show of using my finger to push the remnants of him back into my mouth.

“Tell me when I can be inside you again,” he growls. “Not just your mouth. You.”

I rise to my feet and fling my arms around his neck. “Not soon enough.”

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