Page 4 of Mischievous Lies

I smirk and glance down at my perfect tits. “I can’t blame him. He is but only a man and one who thinks mostly with his dick.”

She smiles. I’m bigger than most girls, with curves, tits, and an ass, and I fucking love my body. Not that I’d ever admit it to Hawke, but I love his body, too. It would appear I’m just better at hiding it than he is.

“If you say so,” she says, still smiling, and I dislike the way she looks all-knowing or as if she’s clued into something I’m not.

Yes, there’s sexual tension between me and Hawke, but it’s not that deep. And she should be so loved up that she can’t focus on anything else. It seems like that’s how everyone else is.

“What do you plan to wear to Dutton’s birthday this weekend?” she asks.

I grin because I’m known for my outfits. My wardrobe is one thing I take great pride in, and if I get the chance to dress either Billie or Hope, I do. Not that there’s anything wrong with their clothes or style. I just always wanted a little sister, and so they humor me. None of us has sisters, so we’ve become sisters for each other, especially growing up together.

“Who said I’m going?” I ask mischievously.

She raises a perfectly manicured brow. “Since when have you ever not gone to a party? And, besides, Dutton might’ve invited some interesting men.”

I try to hide the smile as I walk back over to her. She does know me well enough, and these last few weeks, I’ve been striking out on the men front.

“I’ll consider it. Are you bringing your detective?” I’m asking for selfish reasons. If no men grab my attention, then the potential tension of having a dirty cop in a room full of criminals interests me greatly.

“No, he’s working.”

“And he can’t take time off for this?”

“He said he would, but I’m still not comfortable with it all,” she admits, and my bubbling anticipation of the drama recedes because I see how anxious she is. She might’ve found her man and is enjoying their love bubble, but outside of that, in the real world, relationships look complicated.

I rest my arm over her shoulders and give her a reassuring smile. “Your family accepts him, and you know that says a lot,” I remind her. She lets out a shaky breath and gives me a half smile, putting me at ease that I reassured her slightly. Hope, despite being a serial killer, is a good girl. A little morbid, maybe, but her heart is in the right place when it comes to her family. However, her social awkwardness and introverted ways, get the best of her, which is why we balance each other because I am the party, no matter where I go.

“Thank you, Ivy,” she says, but is quick to put up her hand. “But please don’t hug me; it’s awkward enough when you have clothes on.”

I click my tongue and throw myself back against the couch cushion as I grab the remote. “Ah, come on, I’ll let you have a titsqueeze for free,” I joke. “But seriously, I’ll go to the party, so you don’t have to stand around by yourself.”

She lets out an easy breath, and I can’t help but smile as I add, “Who knows, I might even bring a date to stir some things up. Daddy Walker would totally be pissed.”

Sometimes I bring bottom-of-the-barrel dates if I know my parents are attending, just to fuck with my father. My mother clued in on it years ago, and now she challenges me to find specific types of guys to push my father’s buttons further. I love it.

Hope laughs, cozying up to watch television with me. “Of course you would.”

CHAPTER 4

Hawke

The hands of the two women I’m currently with touch me everywhere. My mother likes to say I have ADHD, but I like to say I have charisma. We agree to disagree on many things, but my stamina is not one of them. Not that I discuss that with my mother, of course.

“Hawke,” one of them says before her lips wrap around my cock.

Fuck.

She takes me as far as she can as the other one grabs my hand and places it on her tit. I can’t help myself as I reach forward and pull her closer so I can play with her cunt. The one on my cock gags as I thrust my hips up.

“Hawke.” I look to the redhead, whose pussy is currently taking my fingers very well, just as the door bursts open.

Eli comes to an immediate stop and gives me an unimpressed look, and my brother almost crashes into him from behind. Neither of them appears surprised at what they see.

“Fucking hell, Hawke. Really? Here?” Eli grumbles as he enters his office. But I’m so close. I fixate on the blonde positioned on her knees in front of me as I slide my fingers out ofthe redhead’s pussy and put them in my mouth. We’ve been at it for thirty minutes now, and I need to blow.

She scrapes her teeth lightly over my cock. It’s not how I told her I like it, but it’s enough to get me over the edge as I slam my cock into the back of her throat and come. I grunt as I jerk into her.Finally, I thought I was never going to come.

That’s when I look back up at Eli and Ford, who are looking elsewhere, and I smirk. It’s not the first time they’ve walked in on me having sex, and it won’t be the last. I don’t know why everyone gets weird around fucking. It’s literally one of our most instinctual acts. And my personal favorite.

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