Page 67 of The Lie
I met some of the “Sons of Death MC” at Damon’s funeral, and I have to say, they’re really good guys. Pinkie is a crack up. I know they have Roman’s best interests at heart, and they only want the best for him.
They’re a little intimidating and scary…but in a hot, bad boy way. I can see the appeal—to join and for the ladies who chase them.
But I don’t need one. I have my own bad boy. He just needs time before I can officially call him mine.
I’m making popcorn and grab the bowl out the cabinet. I feel Hunter press up behind me, his hand wrapping around my belly, and his fingers dancing under my tee on my bare skin. I press back into him and look up. He grins before he spinning me and walking me backward until my ass hits the counter.
“You’re happy tonight,” he says, and I smile.
I am happy. He winks as he grips under my ass and lifts me onto the counter, pushing my legs apart and standing between them.
Hunter reaches up to my hair tie—my hair is in a messy bun—and pulls it free. I shake it out so that it flutters around my cheeks.
“I love your hair down.”
I raise a brow. As though I didn’t already know that. He’s forever touching my hair.
He grabs my chin and captures my mouth with his. My back arches into him. I want to feel him against me. We haven’t done more than kiss in weeks; it’s all been too much to think about more. But I want my life back. I want us all to start again. I need him, and I want Roman.
Tonight, I want it all.
He breaks the kiss and looks over to Roman, who’s now left the couch and is watching us. I don’t know how he’ll react to this. He’s watched me and Hunter kiss. But this…what I’m planning on doing…is a lot more then kissing Hunter.
I reach out to Roman, and Hunter steps away from me, giving Roman room if he wants to come and kiss me. But also giving him the option to walk away. I would never push him to do something he doesn’t want to.
He takes a step forward, and I can’t stop the smile crossing my face. Stopping, he looks to Hunter then me.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want,” I tell him. “You can watch us, or we can leave the room. You’re in control here, Roman. This is new to all of us, but it’s up to you how far you want to take it. I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”
I want him to know that. No matter what he chooses, I’m still here.
He nods, and Hunter pulls me from the counter and spins me so he’s at my back and Roman is facing me.
Roman pushes his hair back, watching as Hunter lifts the hem of my sleep tee. It’s loose and baggy, and I’m not wearing anything else under there.
“Isn’t she beautiful, Roman?” Hunter’s voice is deep as he lifts the tee over my head, and I’m standing there, topless, as he cups one of my breasts.
I push my ass into Hunter. I’m needy and want to be touched. I can feel his cock, hard against my ass, and I rub against it. He moans in my ear and plucks at my nipple.
“You want to play with her nipples?” he whispers across the room to Roman.
There’s a flash of heat in his eyes as he covers the distance between us in less than a second. I’m taken by surprise. I think Hunter is too, since he stills behind me.
Roman’s hand wraps around my throat, and he tilts my head back. My eyes meet his, and he watches me as he runs his thumb over my bottom lip and I lick the pad of his thumb. He presses on my lower lip, and I gasp, opening my mouth to him.
My heart beats loudly in my ears. Roman’s eyes burn into mine as I reach up and hold his wrist. He flinches a little at my touch but allows me to hold it.
I pull it forward and suck his thumb into my mouth; my tongue swirls around it, and he lets out a deep groan. I try not to smile, but it’s almost impossible as he presses his hard body against mine and grinds himself against my belly. He’s hard and hot. My heart is racing as my breathing picks up.
When I came home with them both tonight, the last place I expected to be was sandwiched between them. And I’m not disappointed at all. From behind me, Hunter grabs my hips and grinds his arousal into my ass. I tilt my head back and to the side as his lips graze over my neck. I shudder in response to his touch.
“I’m gonna taste you,” Hunter whispers into my ear. When he bites my lobe, pleasure tingles down between my thighs.
“Do you want to taste, Roman?” he purrs into my hair.
My eyes meet Roman’s again, and he pulls his thumb free and wipes my lips with it.
“I want to taste him,” I reply on a moan.
