Page 77 of Delectable Lies

ROHAN

My back restsagainst the couch as I sit — bollocks naked — on the carpeted floor with Saoirse perched between my legs.

Her back moulds against my chest as I draw lazy circles along her exposed thigh, both of us enjoying the after-effects of our orgasms as we share a joint and a bottle of whiskey we found in the liquor cabinet.

This moment holds more intimacy than I’m used to. I’ve never been the guy who hangs around after sex, but when Saoirse gently trails her nails up and down my arm, I know for certain there’s no place else I’d rather be than right here in this moment with her. Nobody expels the demons of childhood past from my head the way she does.

As I trail my hand over her body, my fingertips caress her skin with a barely-there touch while my other hand draws my blunt to my lips.

I inhale a drag, then drop my head back onto the couch before I blow it out, billowing a cloud of smoke into the air.

Between my legs, Saoirse rolls over and rests her folded arms on my lower stomach before laying her head on top of them, peeking up at me over her thick lashes.

Her mouth is so close to my dick that there is no stopping the twitch that follows her giggle.

“You’re insatiable.” She laughs as she picks up the crystal decanter of whiskey next to us and draws it to her lips.

Next, she tilts her chin back and takes a swig before swiping her tongue along her bottom lip, savouring every drop. My eyes follow the movement, completely entranced.

Finally, she rests the bottle back on the floor, dropping her head back onto my stomach as she traces the ink of my tattoos with her index fingertips.

“I love this one,” she mutters, and I feel she wasn’t supposed to say it aloud.

“It’s my syndicate tattoo.”

“I saw it when you came to my room that night after the fight.”

My heart stops fucking beating. Saoirse hasn’t mentioned that night, and neither have I. It was the first time I allowed myself to lower the walls I’d spent years building. Fuck, it was first time in my life Iallowedanyone to see all of me, not just the cocky prick the years have hardened me into.

“The swords piercing through a crown represent loyalty, respect, and strength. Then the crown is who we do it all for. Remove the crown, and the swords will fall.”

“Which one are you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, every sword is marked with an initial, so which sword are you? Loyalty, respect, or strength?”

“For you, I’m all of them.” I brush off Saoirse's comment by teasing her sides with my fingers.

“Gah.” She giggles, the effects of the whiskey and second-hand weed allowing her to let loose and be nothing more than a seventeen-year-old girl spending time with a boy. “That tickles.”

“Oh, does it?” A smile breaks loose across my face before I shift my hips and roll us over.

Saoirse’s back greets the carpet, and I hover above her with one arm. Lost in her laughter, I bring my joint back to my lips and take another hit, loving how her nose rumples as the smell floods her senses.

“You know smoking is bad for you, right?” Her brow arches, but I see her humour as it dances around the corner of her eyes.

“Is that so?” I mirror her facial expression before taking another drag and lowering myself until my mouth is millimetres from hers. Then I exhale, blowing the smoke into her mouth.

Her back arches, pushing her bare pussy against my rock-hard cock.

Jesus, the glimmer in those eyes will be my undoing.

“You're treading a dangerous line, love.” My voice drops to a growl as she wraps her legs around my waist.

Bringing my mouth to her ear, I nibble on her earlobe, twisting the delicate diamond stud earring with the tip of my tongue. Finally, I draw it into my mouth, sucking hard before releasing it with a pop.

Her moans spur me on as I kiss along her neck, over her collarbone, until finally, I circle her nipple with my tongue before drawing it into my mouth and biting down hard.

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