Page 65 of The Lies You Love
I cock my head, lazy gaze meeting hers after she finishes her perusal—her hand wrapping around my cock. “You’re really trying to get me spun up.”
She licks her lips. “Lay down and let me ride your face.”
My stomach flips with anticipation, and I do exactly as I’m asked. I lay down and as she straddles my face, the tightness in my belly stretches to my balls. When she takes me into her mouth, I close my eyes and go to work. Her body is easy to play—my favorite instrument in the whole world. The dog comes over and licks my foot. Auden laughs, shoos him to his bed, and slides my dick back into her mouth. I groan against her wet cunt, and she moans back, circling her hips. This is our dance, one we’re pros at and we both come at the exact same time, panting, slicked with a coating of sweat. Auden lays next to me and I roll on my side, propping my head on a hand. She’s silhouetted against the fire and I trace the shape of her face with my finger as she tells me about her day. I move my hands across her lips, and she laughs when it cuts off her words.
“You’re obsessed, Beck Fallon.” She turns and her gaze locks on mine. “But so am I, so keep up the good work.”
My smile is wide, real, and it nearly hurts it’s so big. She stares at the ceiling and I continue tracing her curves, over her chin and down the front of her neck. Her voice box rumbles as she tells me a story about one of her friends. I pause at her throat as the scar cutting down the center of her chest catches my eye. It’s soft. I’ve touched it thousands of times. I trace that next, wondering not for the first time what it must feel like to be cracked open and sewed back together. What did it feel like in those moments when your heart was taken out before Maisey’s heart was put in? She was obviously under anesthesia and unaware, but I wonder if that was the moment when Auden and I were written in the stars. That in between heartbeats. That was when I thought my life was over, never to be the same again. That was not where my story ended. It’s where the good part starts.
Auden is telling me about mundane things about the business, but I can tell by the tone of her voice that she’s satisfied and happy.
“Hey,” I say.
“Hey back,” she whispers, licking her lips. Her smile widens and the wrinkles around her eyes appear and I rub them with my thumb. “Old ladies always were your thing.”
I laugh. “If there was ever any doubt, we were meant for each other all that needs to happen is for us to circle back to that night.”
“You know what I’ll look like when I’m old and decrepit.” She rolls to face me.
“You looked hot,” I counter.
“Don’t lie,” Auden pounces, cupping my face with one hand.
“I knew you’d look hot naked,” I say.
“And you didn’t know who I was that night? Ramsey’s friend?”
After all this time, she still gives Ramsey a soft place in her memories. I can’t fault her. It keeps her heart soft.
Part of me did, just not the logical person. “I didn’t. You merely looked familiar and very, very hot. Like I said, Annie. You were hot.”
She cringes when I use her fake name.
“I’m glad you took a chance on the granny,” Auden says.
“If it didn’t happen that night, it would have been another time.”
“How do you know that?”
Brushing her hair away from her face, I push down the lump in my throat. “You are I were always going to be, Auden.”
“I love you,” she says.
“I love you, too.”
When I say it to her and Daisy Mae, it means life. I love you means life.
