Page 23 of Twisted Lies
Eleven
What the actual fuck had just happened, Jason had no motherfucking idea. None. Not a single explanation for any of it. He had no idea how he’d wound up at Mikah’s apartment or why she lied through her teeth every time she opened her mouth to answer one of his questions.
Frustrating woman.
Ending up on top of her naked body—well that had been the highlight of his existence. What he wouldn’t have given to stay there and take his time exploring every inch of her luscious body. His mouth watered as the images of her dreams replayed through his mind. She had been so open to his touch in the dream—she’d begged for him to make her come and he’d done everything in his power to obey her command.
Not that dream him had done a bad job, on the contrary—but real-life Jason would have done so much better. He wouldn’t have allowed her little trick at the end of pushing him away. He would have held on for dear life, wringing every last drop of come from her succulent pussy.
Fuck!
Hot woman.
He wanted that. More than he wanted his next breath. To taste his mate as he’d done in her dream. Having all the time in the world to lick her up and down. He could only imagine how sweet she tasted—imagine how it felt to have her bright red nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him while his fingers pounded in and out of her.
His cock strained against his zipper. He felt like he’d been walking around with a hard-on ever since he’d met her. Oh wait, he had. What he didn’t understand is why she had denied the interest she had in him. And deny, she had. He hadn’t gotten a single damn truth out of the frustrating woman. For someone who couldn’t tell a lie, the conversation had been like nothing he’d ever experienced. Dare he say—fun? Fascinating. Watching her struggle to lie with every breath she took had been exhilarating.
There had been so many times over the years where Jason wished he could have lied his ass off. It would have saved him months of being grounded. Not to mention countless hearts he had broken simply by being honest.
Life was a real bitch when your girlfriend asked if a pair of jeans made her ass look fat and you couldn’t lie. It wasn’t that he had wanted to hurt anyone. Thanks to his curse, the truth flew from his mouth even when he had tried to blurt out a total lie.
Funny. Now that he had found his mate, he wanted to be perfectly honest. Was there someone he should thank for his curse now that he found it could be a blessing?
He wanted her to be honest, but that wasn’t happening. Each lie spilled from her mouth naturally—not missing a beat. He’d learned quickly, when he had realized every word was a lie, to keep an eye on her non-verbal clues. The way her eyes widened. The way her breaths paused when she was excited about something. And then there was the way her lips tugged into a tiny smirk before she chewed on her bottom lip trying to hide her amusement. Trying to decipher what she’d really meant had been a challenge. One he’d gladly endure for eternity, if she’d only let him.
His wolf surged to the forefront of his mind, demanding to take control.
“Mine!the animal growled.
“Ours!”Jason growled back.
Yeah, his wolf wanted her—bad. The animal instinct demanded one thing and one thing only—to claim what was theirs. By fair or foul, it didn’t matter to the animal.
It mattered to Jason.
“Take a breath, buddy. Claiming our mate isn’t going to be an easy task.”Jason was gearing up for the fight of his life—to win over his mate.
He needed answers—answers that wouldn’t likely come from his mate. He checked his watch, thinking about his options. Remembering the nosy girl from the diner, Jason changed his course and headed for what he hoped would be an enlightening conversation.
***
“So, you’re Mikah’s mate and the newest member of Twisted Tail Pack?” the girl laughed.
“I am. And you are?” Jason asked as he grabbeda seat at the counter.
“I’m Cam. I own this joint. You’re Jason, right?”
“Correct again. News seems to travel fast around here.” He hoped like hell it would work to his advantage. Befriending a few gossipy women —it was the best way to guarantee he would get the information he needed.
“Yeah, well, what can I say. It’s a small town. We get bored around here easily. So how do you like the area?”
Damn. How to answer the question without pissing her off? Before he could ponder the problem any further a torrent of harsh, yet honest words spilled from his mouth.
“It’s a shit-show. I hate small towns and generally most people from small towns.”
Cam’s mouth flung open at the brutal honesty that spewed from him.
“Sorry.” He was truly sorry that he’d horrified her by speaking the truth. “It’s just that even if I wanted to say that it was a lovely town, I couldn’t.”
