Page 22 of Tangled Desires

“Lyric.” I drop my head, she wraps her arms around my back, and I flip us so I’m on my back and she’s on her side in order not to crush her with my weight. Her leg hitches over my hip, and I can feel our combined wetness coating my skin. It’s hot as fuck, making me want to take her again.

“Do you remember that pact we made before I left that day?” she asks a few minutes later. We’re still trying to catch our breath. Lyric’s lying on my chest, fingers moving up and down my skin, and I’m slowly drifting in and out of a snoozing state.

“I remember it.” Her mom had to rip her out of my arms. She’d been crying and begging not to leave Whispering Oaks. That she hated her dad’s job and how it always tore their family apart.

“The pact?” She lifts her head up, eyes on mine and looking sexy as fuck with her lips swollen, cheeks red, and eyes soft. It makes my cock hard all over again.

“Yeah, gorgeous. I remember it.” My hand comes away from the back of my head, and I lift my pinky finger up. She takes mine with hers, locking them together. Lyric had been distraught. No, that doesn’t even touch the surface. She’dbeen hysterical and devastated. The worry on her face, anxious as fuck that I’d forget her. Looking back at everything that happened, I guess she had reason to.

“We don’t have to keep it.” She licks her lips, wetting them. Her nose scrunches up in that way when she’s either troubled or doesn’t want to discuss a topic. In one swift movement, I flip us until she’s on her back, and I’m hovering over her.

“We’re keeping it. I planned on marrying you anyways,” I tell her. In one last ditch effort, she asked me to pinky promise that if neither of us were married by the time we were forty, we’d marry each other.

“Jagger.” Her hand goes to her mouth, and there’s a quiver in her tone. While I have no problem holding her through the tears, I think she’s done enough of that for today.

“You won’t have to wait till you’re forty, either, but I can promise you one thing, you’ll be surprised. I’ll pick out your ring, and when I do propose, only the two of us will be there.”

“Kiss me, please,” she pleads.

“You don’t ever have to beg for that, Lili.” Our mouths meet, and we both get what we want. The only thing I won’t give her is my cock again. She was tight earlier, and even though she tried to hide the wince when I first slid inside, her fingers kept at her clit, and I took her nice and slow, exactly like she needed.

17

LYRIC

“Hmm,” I murmur into Jagger’s neck. I’m not sure what time it is, and I’m not sure I care. After yesterday and us spilling our guts to one another, this time him more than me, everything felt right, almost perfect. I didn’t vocalize my realization, to worried I’d jinx our luck and things would fall to pieces.

“Morning, gorgeous,” Jagger says. His voice is raspy with the weight of sleep. He presses a kiss to the top of my head, and I snuggle deeper into his body. The slight tinge of pain between my legs causes me to stop rubbing my legs together. I’m out of commission in the sex department. Jagger’s length and width combined with my unused muscles being put to work the past two days means I’m tender.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?” I ask, wondering if he’s going to roll out of bed with bruises from my incessant moving.

“Yeah, only woke up once.” Well, shit. Looks like I did, in fact, perform a circus act in my sleep.

“I’m sorry. I’ll go home at the end of the night, promise.” I lift my body away from his in order to prop myself up on an elbow, and I’m about to slide the covers off Jagger’s body to survey how badly I’ve beaten him up.

“Lili, you didn’t move, and when you did, it’s because we resituated with how I wanted to hold you.” I raise the sheet and comforter, looking down the length of his naked body, unbelieving what I’m hearing.

“Are you sure?” I ask, peeking beneath but not seeing any red marks or black and blue bruises. The only thing that’s holding my attention is his thick, firm body. Even in a relaxed state, Jagger’s muscles are stacked. There’s also his cock, lying against his abdomen, hard and more than ready.

“Positive, gorgeous. The only thing that hurts on me right now is my cock.” My hand drifts below the sheets, tracing each line in his abdomen, every dip and crevice of his abs. I can hear the deep inhale of his breath and see how it moves his body with my eyes. “Lyric.” His grunt hits me between my legs as I slip lower down his abdomen. The light patch of hair meets the tips of my fingers, and I creep further, wrapping my hand around his dick. A hiss of breath leaves Jagger’s lips, and just as I’m about to get on my knees and slither down to take the head of his cock in my mouth, his phone interrupts us.

“You should get that,” I say after it keeps ringing.

“Fuck. I’ll be silencing the damn thing from now on.” My hand slides lower, meeting the root of his shaft, and while Iwant to keep this up, the moment Jagger answers the phone, I start to pull back.

“This better be fucking good, Trent.” I smirk. Jagger places his hand on top of mine, holding me there. A soft meow captures my attention. I look from the man whose attention is on the phone call to the side of Jagger’s bed. This time when I abandon his length, he allows it. Last night, I mentioned wanting Shadow to sleep with us. Jagger shook his head, as if he was going to tell me no. Which he did, by the way, but only because his bed is sky high and I have to use my knee or have a running start to get in it myself. He didn’t want Shadow to jump down and hurt herself or for her to try and jump and end up doing similar. She’s yet to make it on the couch, though she’s been trying, and while Jagger was right, I didn’t like it.

“Yeah, give me a minute. I’ve got to get my laptop to see what’s going on schedule wise.” Jagger lifts up, and I grab the sheets to cover myself from the cold air. Meanwhile, it doesn’t deter him in the least. I watch as he bends down, scooping up Shadow in one hand and bringing her to his chest. She rubs her nose against his skin. The girl knows what she’s doing. He holds her there for a minute while listening to Trent on the other end of the line, making noises in agreement or disagreement; I’m not really sure, and I don’t really care. I’m too busy watching the man I love be affectionate with a cat he rescued.

“You good, Lyric?” I’m asked, breaking my gaze from where Shadow is snuggled into his chest and move to Jagger’s face.

“Never better. Give me the kitten and go do your thing.” Ihold my hands out for Shadow. I’m greeted with a smirk and my request is answered without hesitation. Shadow purrs, nuzzling into the shirt I’m wearing. The sheet fell from my hands when I accepted her, and she takes comfort in securing a place on me. I settle back into the pillows, propping them so I can sit up and realizing I should have asked Jagger for a toy for her to play with.

“Be right back,” he tosses over his shoulder, then walks down the hall naked like the day he was born. I trace my finger along her snout, and she moves her head into it, silently asking for more. Shadow and I hang out for a while. She bats at my hair with her paw, and I move it off my neck, fixing the collar of my shirt and my necklace when Jagger walks back in.

“When did you put that on?” He nods at the chain around my neck. He’d given me the necklace when we were teenagers. I wore it since the day he gave it to me on our last Christmas we spent together. I didn’t take it off until six months after he went silent, or what I thought was him going quiet. I never got rid of it. Instead, I put it in my jewelry box and kept it in there until yesterday, when I transferred it into my purse. After we showered last night, Jagger washing me and me returning the favor, I pilfered his shirt. Then moved through the house and into the foyer, where I hung my bag earlier in the day to find what I was looking for. A minute or so later, it was back where it belonged. Around my neck. Either Jagger didn’t notice it last night, or it ended up tucked beneath the fabric.

“Last night,” I reply.

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