Page 76 of Twisted Lies

“What happened?” I ask, breathless, needing to know, but not wanting him to stop, as warmth flows through my body. In a moment, I won’t be able to ask, too distracted by my rising desire. His lips continue to kiss and suck at the sensitive area of my neck. While his lips press there, his fingertips dance to the edge of my shorts, running from side to side before sliding inside. His fingers slip to my folds, sliding easily in.

“That’s my girl. Wet as if you’ve been waiting for me,” he whispers against my ear, ignoring my question. As his finger moves inside me in long quick strokes, I start to forget the question.I moan in displeasure as his fingers leave, and I feel empty. I don’t have long to feel sad as he tugs my shorts down around my legs and tosses them to the floor.

“I can’t go slow tonight. I need fast and hard,” he states, removing his pants in one quick action before pulling open the bedside drawer and pulling out a condom.

“What makes you think I’ll complain?” I purr in anticipation.

He grins before bending down and kissing me. In one swift move, he slides my legs apart and glides into my warmth. My fingers dig into his back as I adapt to the different feel of going from his fingers to his cock. His movements quickly speed up as he rocks against me.

My one hand continues to dig into his back while the other grips the comforter. My leg slides up against his side. I can sense the urgency with each movement and once more wonder what happened tonight. He’s always in control, but tonight something is different. Something is underlying his speed as if he’s worried any moment it’s all going to be taken away.

Moving my hand away from the bed, I rest it against his cheek. His eyes snap to my mine, I feel a closeness that comes not just from his body in mine. With each second, something gets passed between us. I can’t put the feelings into words. Even if I could, I don’t think I would. It would be too much to do so, as if I would lose a piece of myself. Instead, I let the feeling rush over me and know they are there for both of us. No more and no less. Pressure builds for both of us and I sense him getting closer. My body only needs a few more seconds, and then the pleasure will rush over me. I crave the wave that will consume me for a brief moment, when everything else melts away with the most basic of human needs—that of pleasure.

He groans as he finds his release and simultaneously my pleasure comes crashing down in a sea of bliss. I let it consume me. Slowly, I come back to earth. He pulls me into his chest as we both calm our breathing.

“That was…” I start.

“It was,” he says, grinning.

“You going to tell me what happened?” I ask.

“I just needed to forget about life for a moment, and I couldn’t think of anyone else I would want to live in the moment with but you.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, my friend. What really happened?” I ask, sitting up and peering down.

“Alex and I were speaking about what to do with Rebecca. I’ve been trying to distance myself from the fact she’s my sister. Talking to Alex as if she were just another problem that needed to go away set me off. I know what needs to be done, but I don’t know how I’ll live with myself.” He sits up. “I’ve done terrible things. The possibility of having to kill her will be the worst thing I ever do. If she gets more out of control, she’ll take us all down. I have to choose a sibling.”

“Is there no hope you can talk to her and make her see sense? Make her see the truth?”

“Honestly, the look in her eyes the night she shot me was something I’d never seen before. At least not from her. There’s always a possibility, but each day it seems that possibility gets smaller and smaller.”

“You’ll find a way. I know you. You’ve found a way to get all this back, and you’ll find a way to get Rebecca back as well.”

“I love you,” he whispers against my ear.

“As I love you,” I respond, kissing his lips once more.

Epilogue

ELIJAH

Iwake the next day to the sun slipping through the corner and middle of the blinds. I stretch a little and feel Lily sitting up. “Why are you awake? Did I not tire you out enough last night?”

“Funny. Open your eyes.”

“Do you ever think I need my sleep? And you tired me out last night.”

“Then I guess you’re getting old. Happy birthday,” she says, hitting me on my shoulder. I smile as I open my eyes to her, holding a cupcake with a red, lit candle.

“Who told you?” I ask as a small drop of wax falls on the icing.

“Your sister threw you under the bus. Quick, make a wish before we burn down the house.”

Sitting up, I take the treat from her and blow out the candle. “Thank you,” I say, leaning down to kiss her.

“You’re welcome. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me your birthday was today.”

“Because I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

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