Page 103 of Lies Like Love

My body relaxes as pressure builds between my legs. His thrusts quicken. He’s as close as I am. And as if he times it, the moment I start to shake, the first warm hit of his cum coats my tongue and leaks down my throat.

I’m fighting to swallow it down as he pulls his cock out and paints my face and chest with the rest. A mess of him staining my cheeks, my lips, my neck. Until every drop coats me from the inside out.

When he finishes, he kneels down at the end of the bed, giving me a hit of his infinite eyes as he takes in the mess. He smears his thumb from my cheek to my lips, drawing a path over my mouth and forcing his cum between my lips.

“Mine.”

I close my mouth around his thumb and suck the taste of him off it. “Yours.”

“To the fucking end.”

32

Jude

“IthoughtIsaidto dress warm.” I swear this girl’s trying to test my patience.

Fel looks down at her black leather jacket and pulls it closed to hide her midriff. “I did.”

My gaze skims to her bare legs, where her shorts are cut so high, they’re barely considered that. She’s decorated her ankles with chains and charms that swish above her sneakers. It’s sinful how delicious she looks in the simplest of things.

“I’ll be fine.” She rolls her eyes, circling around me, and climbing into the passenger side of my convertible. “Clear sky with no clouds in sight. Stop being paranoid.”

The weather isn’t what I’m worried about. It’s the fact that this girl looks too damn good in anything. Strawberry dessert served on a pristine platter. And I’m the jealous asshole determined to never let another man get a taste.

“Where are we headed?” She’s bursting with excitement. All I said was I needed to run an errand, and she’s acting like I’ve promised to take her to a music festival.

I start the engine and the Mercedes purrs to life. The rumble of the engine vibrating through Los Angeles. I might have left my formerly posh life behind, but my appreciation for classic cars stuck with me. Which is why, this beauty was my first big purchase with my own money.

“I need to go see a friend about something.”

Fel nods, turning to look out her side of the car as I pull away from the curb. I’m sure she’s wondering what it is I need to see a friend about, but she doesn’t ask.

Ever since the night at the club last week, she avoids questioning anything I don’t bring up explicitly. And I can’t decide if she’s really that trusting or if I’ve finally taken the fight out of her.

Either way, it’s getting under my skin more than when she was calling me a liar and trying to figure out the truth every five seconds.

Fel grew up in a world where acceptance was expected. Or worse, a defense mechanism. Fall in line or face judgment—something she was always more equipped to handle than I was. But just because she’s perfected how to maintain appearances, doesn’t mean that’s what I want from her when it comes to us.

Her submissiveness in the bedroom is sexy, but when she’s challenging me outside of it, is when my blood runs especially hot. Testing me at every turn and keeping me on my toes. I like her sassy tongue that makes me want to shove my dick in her mouth just to shut her up. The fact that it’s quiet grates on my nerves.

Hence our little trip. I’m ready to come clean once I do one final thing first.

Fel’s hand slips over my thigh, right where it belongs. I’m not sure what she reads on my face, but she looks almost sad as her wild red ponytail whips around with the wind.

I plant my hand over hers and lace our fingers together. She fits perfectly in every spot I put her. In my life, in my blood. The girl was meant to be mine, even if I was never good enough to be hers.

Fel’s quiet for the majority of the drive, tipping her head back and closing her eyes at one point. I’m not sure if she’s sleeping or relaxing, but her delicate breaths relax me.

Driving my Mercedes is how I clear my head, and with her beside me, I could drive forever.

After a couple of hours on the road, we’re finally in an open stretch, loose from the chains of LA and breathing in clean air again.

For all the credit LA gets for being glamorous—it’s not as spectacular as books and movies want people to think. You might cross paths with a star on the street, but it doesn’t mean you’ll see them overhead.

It’s a city filled with smoke, broken dreams, and a sky you can’t wish on.

After driving for a few hours, we finally make it to the Twisted Kings compound—the last place on earth I should be taking Fel, if only I wasn’t so fucking addicted, I can’t go five seconds without a taste of her.

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