Page 128 of Unspoken Lies
“I’m still enjoying the view,” I say with a shrug, filling up a glass and shaking out a couple of pills for her. “Did you take your meds for the day yet?”
“I did with breakfast,” she says absently, holding out her hand for the medication and popping them into her mouth. Rachelle chases it with water before making a face.
Pills never taste good.
“Good girl,” I rasp, drawn back to her tits. Burying my face in them, I kiss them both. She’s turning me into a love sick fool, and I can’t bring myself to care.
The guys and I all want her so there’s no jealousy about it. We’re trying to work together to find our way instead.
“Jared, you’re very touchy feely today,” she says, her fingers moving through my hair. My eyes close to half mast as her blunt nails scratch over my scalp.
“If you haven’t noticed that all we want to do is worship you, then we’re doing it wrong,” I murmur, my tongue sticking out to roll over her nipple.
Her stuttering moan takes me by surprise and I look up at her.
“Someone gave me a blue bean,” she says. “No teasing unless you’re planning to fuck me raw, husband.”
My jaw drops as I stand at my full height, taking her glass to put aside so I can help her into her long sleeved shirt. Her nipples are pebbles against the thin material, and now I can’t stop thinking about fucking her.
“You’re mean,” I pout, steering her out of the bathroom after making sure I have everything in the plastic bag full of supplies.
“I am not the mean one,” she says with a smirk as we walk to Theo’s bedroom.
“I thought we’d have to send a search party,” Elijah teases. He looks very comfortable in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.
“Jared forgot that I could dress myself,” Rachelle says. “Shit, I forgot my laptop.”
“You don’t need it,” Theo says, pulling her onto the giant bed. He pulls the electric blanket over her lower torso and tucks her into his side. “Pick a movie, Kitten.”
“While You Were Sleeping,” she says immediately, grinning as she sees the faces we make.
“What the fuck is that?” I ask, looking up the movie. “She pretends to be his fiancée?”
“It’s no different than being married,” she says.
“I’m not pretending,” I reply, getting the movie up on the screen and pulling off my shirt to change. I spend so much time here, Theo has a myriad of our shit in his closet.
I can feel her gaze on me as I undress. My boxers feel too fucking tight, so I pull those off as well as I search the closet for sweatpants and a tank top. I suddenly feel too warm as well.
Rachelle’s gasp as my cock bounces out of my boxers makes Elijah chuckle.
“You could poke someone’s eye out with that,” she says.
“I’m pretty sure he almost did once when he came without warning and it got in my eye,” Elijah says, making me snort as I come back out of the closet fully dressed.
“We were like fourteen and fucking around,” I remember, climbing into bed next to her. “To be fair, we’d been messing around for awhile, but Elijah’s mouth felt so hot and wet. Fuck, it was amazing. For some reason, I got weirded out about thethought of him swallowing, so I pulled out and shot my load in his face. Since he wasn’t expecting it, most of it got in his eye.”
“Ouch,” she says with a giggle.
“While Jared was cleaning me up, Ignacio walked into the room and fell over laughing. I bet my face looked like a frosted donut, and my eye was watering so badly,” Elijah howls. “It was hysterical.”
Rachelle has a soft smile on her face as I get comfortable beside her.
Hitting the play button for the projector, I lay my head down next to her. I can feel her thinking really hard, and as the credits roll, I ask with my lips against the shell of her ear, “I can feel the steam pouring out of your brain. What wheels are turning in there?”
“It doesn’t make sense if you’re not pretending,” she whispers. “I don’t know what to think.”
“That’s okay,” I murmur. “I’ll just keep showing up for you.”
