Page 42 of The Lies You Love
Auden stays straddled on top of me in the center as I move, shifting her weight to keep us balanced. I settle, resting one hand on her hip. The thumb on my other hand works her nub, except I’m going harder and faster than I usually do—the need to sink into her is epic in quality. She reaches between us and lines it up as her breathing picks up. I can tell she’s close, her chest and neck are pink, and her perfect lips are separated as she pushes breaths out. Her chin tips slightly upward and her eyes are closed, her long thick lashes fanning across her cheeks. In one move, she sits all the way down, and she comes, her wet cunt clutching me from the inside over and over. The sight alone is so erotic I could come on the spot. Auden against the dark blue sky. Her body all mine. We’re nearly in the center of the lake now, the shore quite a distance away. I hold her down on my dick.
“Stay still now. Let me fuck you. It will rock less.” I have a little give in the rubber under me so I piston my hips up and down, fucking her mad, my dick sloppy wet from her, and the sounds of slapping and fucking overtake the birds, the wind, everything nature is drowned by our passion.
“Fuck me,” she calls out, running her hands in her hair as her back arches.
The sight is magnificent. I do as I’m told even as I feel my orgasm nearing, I go faster, deeper, making sure I’m rubbing her G-spot with every upward thrust.
“Fuck me harder,” she says, and I close my eyes and focus on not blowing my load.
I keep my grip on her hips firm as I throw her up and down. Her weight is insignificant as the lust-filled haze takes me over completely. Water is splashing on the sides of the mattress as she eggs me on, wanting more, wanting all. Auden leans over, sinking her teeth into my pec as she lets go again, the waves of her orgasm having an immediate reaction on me. I spill deep inside her, my cum feels like it’s coating the insides of her entire body. I can’t catch my breath, and she stays on top of me, bent over, her tongue languidly flashing out to pepper my neck and ear with caresses. Goose bumps prickle my body as the breeze floats across my exposed skin.
Auden circles her hips to feel me inside her. I love when she does this when she relishes our connection. Like she can’t believe it’s real. Because it feels so obscenely good. She can even come again like this sometimes. Just basking in the afterglow. I want to live inside this moment forever. She and I, in the middle of nowhere, floating on some lake, wearing nothing but our truths. I bring her lips to mine and kiss her as she continues to mix on my dick. A pang of terror rips through me when I recognize what I’m feeling and what it means. I love Auden, and I’m no longer associating three little words with death but forever.
Somehow that’s more terrifying.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Auden
Beck grabs my face. “They’ll love you.” He gives me one last kiss before pushing me through the front door of his parent’s house. When we were on the flight this morning, it felt like we were sneaking away for some magical vacation, but the second we landed, my excitement settled into dread. His family is important like any close family, I suppose, but with the loss of Maisey, Beck is their only child.
His mother is a late to middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a heart-shaped face. When a huge smile appears, all of my insecurities melt away. It’s Beck’s smile. A genuine, trustworthy feature that stands out in a crowd. “Oh, Auden, thank the good lord you came so I can meet you.” She greets me first before her son, and it thrills but also sends a chill of guilt through me. “You’re more beautiful than the picture. I’m Maude, and his papa, Ned, is out back in the garden getting some veggies for a salad. Please, honey, make yourself at home. Let me know if you need anything.” She hugs Beck, standing next to me. “Oh, I’m so happy you trusted us to meet her.” She tells us she set us up in his old room, and I feel weird sleeping with him, but I would never argue or make anyone’s life harder.
It is a weird thing to say, but given his profession, it makes sense. “Thanks for having us, Mom. What’s for dinner? Can we run to the store for you and Pops?” She tells him that Stefan is at the store and that we should settle in before cocktail hour. His dad comes in through the back slider covered in dirt.
“Pops! What are ya growing?” Beck says. The way he takes the basket of carrots from his hands to hug him proper is adorable. Ned’s hands are black with soil, and his face wilts with emotion as he hugs his son. When he opens his eyes and our gazes lock, his brows shoot up.
“I missed you something terrible, but who is this stunner?” His lips pull back to reveal a charming white smile as he claps his son on the back. “Never thought we’d see the day. Not these days, anyway.” He makes a deep rumbly noise. “It feels so good to have you in my arms.”
Beck compliments his garden and asks about the vegetables, and his mom fusses in the kitchen as they talk, asking me my favorite foods, and more importantly she says, what I like the least. Hands on my waist make me jump. Beck’s face is at my ear in the next second. “We have to escape now before they plan every single food we put in our mouth for the entire weekend.” He pulls me back with an arm wrapping around my waist, and his parents pretend not to see the ardent display of affection—talking to themselves instead.
He takes our bags and climbs a set of stairs near the kitchen. The main staircase is in the foyer, and it spirals around on both sides. Their house is gorgeous and it makes sense they’d want Stefan to reside there. Hell, it’s too big for a family of eight, I can’t imagine if it were just the two of them here.
“Why do they live in such a big house,” I whisper, plodding down the hallway.
When he pauses in front of a door, I already know what the answer is going to be. Dropping our duffels in the hall, he pushes into the room and stands in the doorway. If I had to guess, this room hasn’t been touched since the last day Maisey was here. There’s a broad pink canopy positioned in front of a large, arched window. There are trophies for horseback riding and blue ribbons for math club, and framed photos of her and friends lining a huge vanity mirror. There’s a dresser covered in knick-knacks, the kind you get in kid’s meals, and one wall is covered in framed bird artwork. That’s what Beck is standing in front of now, hands placed on his hips as his tortured gaze soaks it in. I pad forward and stand next to him. “She drew all these. A bit of an artist when she was a kid.” He drags his forefinger across the glass of a frame of the biggest bird—a brightly colored tropical one. “They refuse to get rid of her stuff or change this room at all. It’s why they stay in this mansion of a house when all they need is a cottage with a big yard.” He sighs, sitting on her bed, fisting the frilly comforter in his hands. “They’ll never get over it.”
I sigh, my eyes glassy. “Losing a child or a sibling isn’t something you’re ever supposed to get over, Beck. You’re not meant to.” When he stays silent as he continues to stare at the wall, I add, “I’m so sorry. This seems like the most unfair thing in the entire world. You lost so much.”
He looks at me, really looks at me, and even though he’s sad, his face brightens. “I did. We did. Come on, I want to show you my childhood bed.” A smile lights his face.
“Why does that feel like a threat?” I say, cocking my head to the side.
He chuckles. “It can be if you want it to be.” I walk out last and Beck lingers in the entrance of her room before going back in to smooth the comforter where he sat. He returns and closes the door. “For what it’s worth, she would have loved you.”
“How do you know?” Approval from Maisey would be impossible, and yet in my heart, I still crave it. We enter his room, he closes his bedroom door behind us, and I peer around. It’s just like her room, just like it was the day he moved out of it.
“Well, the camping trip would have sold her, not the sex on the mattress in the middle of a lake, that sold me, but you grill like a champion and didn’t complain once about peeing in the woods.”
“My scary stories are top-notch, too, if I do say so myself,” I add, grinning as he wraps me in a hug. “She would love you because you’re similar in so many ways. My parents will love you, too.”
I guess it doesn’t matter how I gain their approval as long as I do. “Because I remind them of Maisey?”
He shakes his head, pressing a kiss to my neck, then my temple. “Because you’re wonderful and you obviously make me deliriously happy.”
I clear my throat, trying to ignore the ache blooming between my legs. “Do they know we haven’t been together that long?”
“This again?” Picking me up, he tosses me on the queen-sized bed. The plaid bedspread screams Pottery Barn twenty years ago.
