Page 14 of Lies and Other Drugs

“Nope,” Samuel said while stalking closer. “It’s going to sit right here on the dresser for you to stare at. I’m gonna fuck you and let you wonder what it could feel like. Maybe later, when you break down some of those walls of crazy you have built up, I’ll let you use them. I’m going to show you how good it could be without letting it be the best.”

I was on him in an instant. Teeth gnashing, back arching to be closer. His clothes were gone. Teeth marks covered his chest. I was scratching and pulling and hitting him with my sex as I wrapped my thighs around his waist, dragging my pussy all up and down his length before positioning him at my entrance. Fuck yes.

“Make it good for me,” I ordered as he marched us over to the bed and slammed me down on my back. I bounced a bit, but he was hovering over my body within seconds. I turned to look at the toys on the dresser.

Pretty boy was dark.

And I liked it.

“You wondering what it would feel like for me to tie you up?” Samuel asked while trailing his finger down my cunt and dipping it inside, groaning when he felt how wet for him I was. “If you don’t want to feel, you have to feeleverything.”

Sliding out, he brushed the pad of his thumb along my clit, making me jump beneath him. “Feeling is for people that care,” I replied through clenched teeth.

My hands were held above me in an instant, the brunt of his weight pressing me into the mattress as he held me down. “Do you feel this?” he asked. “I bet you thought I was the flirty one, right? You thought I was the type to fuck you on my daddy’s yacht. You thought I was boring vanilla, getting off first then rolling my eyes at how long it takes you.”

He wasn’t wrong. I thought the only thing he could offer his partners was a money complex. He kissed me deeply before speaking again. “I like to surprise people. I like to keep them guessing.” With a whimper, I parted my legs, letting them drop to the side, just like my reservations about Samuel. He slid in easy, slick against my wet need. The noises in his chest were deep grunts that made me vibrate. “Feel me?” he asked before thrusting.

“More,” I begged. He slammed into me so hard my legs shook. “More.” Our slapping skin echoed around his room. “More,” I moaned, writhing and crying and dying a bit as he thrust deep inside of me. He held me down, and I loved how his body pressed against mine.

And then I was feeling it all. Feeling the color of his bedroom walls. Feeling the sound of his grunts. Feeling the sadness in my chest but the pleasure in my sex. I felt angry, rising up to bite down hard on his lips, only stopping when he responded with harder thrusts. More. More. More. All of it. Making me feel everything and nothing at once.

Chapter 9

They say you shouldn’t make bacon while naked, but I enjoyed the experience. The grease popped on my skin, burning with pleasant little bites that made me want to crawl back into bed. My strawberry blond hair was a curly mess that fell in ringlets down my back. My heavy breasts were full of teeth marks and bruises from the night before. Everything was staged perfectly when the front door opened and in walked Youngblood himself. I kept my back to him, giving up the opportunity to see his shocked expression so that I could act nonchalant.

“Hi, honey, want some breakfast?” My voice was sickly sweet, lingering on that fine line of sarcasm William used to dance along with ease.

“Sure,” a voice said that didn’t sound like Youngblood. It sounded like…Noah?

Slowly, I turned around where not one, but two men were standing in the open concept living room. Hot electric blue eyes traveled my body. I took in the sleeve of tattoos, the retro styled light brown hair with natural honey highlights. I absorbed his precious smirk which hid behind sad eyes and a trembling lip.

“Sorry, I don’t have champagne for mimosas,” I said, the first joke I could come up with on such short notice.

Noah was here. Really here. I challenged him to prove me wrong, and he rose up to meet it. Accompanied by none other than Nathaniel Youngblood. I looked at the murderer standing next to my therapist and cocked my head to the side as more bacon grease popped on my back. “He called me,” Youngblood explained with a shrug.

How the fuck did Noah have Youngblood’s number?

“Don’t look so scared, Octavia. You’ve cursed his name enough times that it was pretty damn easy to look him up online. I would have just asked you, but you weren’t answering your phone,” Noah explained while giving me a pointed stare. I looked down at the floor where my phone was discarded the night before and winced. “Looks like you were busy doingotherthings…”

My heart was pounding. It was so much easier to push him away when he lived in my phone with William and all the other things I wanted but would never have. “Have you been working out?” I asked with a smile. His arms were shredded, almost as thick as my thighs.

“That’s what you want to ask?” Noah was in therapist mode, and Youngblood just stood there, watching our back and forth while eyeing my naked body with interest. His cock was growing harder by the second, and I could see it’s thick outline in his slacks. Youngblood was impressive. I licked my lips.

“I could ask when your last drink was. I could ask why you’re here. I could ask what your ex-wife thinks about you flying across the country to see a patient.” Before Noah could answer, Samuel’s bedroom door opened, and he walked down the hallway towards me, his morning wood peeking through the hole in his boxers as he smirked at my expression.

He didn’t give Noah or Nathaniel a second glance, simply went to the sink, turned on the faucet, then bent over to gulp down some of the cool water.

I wasn’t checking out his ass again. Nope.

“The man I fucked, my therapist, and a murderer walk into a bar,” I began while tapping my index finger against my bottom lip. “A tad unconventional, but this could work.” I was deflecting with humor and laughing at my own jokes. ’Cause the sounds of a forced laugh were more pleasant than the suffocating silence wrapped around my throat like Samuel’s hands were last night.

“Can you please go put some clothes on?” Noah asked.

“Can you please go back to living in my phone and calling me in the middle of the night?” Noah and I stared at each other for a moment, sexual tension bouncing between us.

I met Noah four weeks after William’s death. I was walking through the bad part of town, hoping someone would mug and murder me so I wouldn’t have to destroy myself on my own. Noah was lying in the street with piss on his jeans and puke on his shirt. I remembered kicking his leg to wake him up. I took him home that night and enjoyed my first therapy session while watching him sleep in his bed, making sure he didn’t suffocate on his own vomit. I cried to him about my brother. It was the most intense, emotional talk of my life, and he didn’t even remember it.

“You wanna have a session, Noah?” I was naked for the session we had before I left for New York, too. We fucked and fought about my leaving. He wanted to stay where his ghosts were, and I wanted to rush out here to meet mine.

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