Page 19 of Lies and Other Drugs

The woman simply adjusted her dress, and it was then that I realized that I recognized the plastic smile and firm eyes. It was the older woman bidding on him at the auction. Interesting. But...she looked familiar. Like I should know who she was. She had that proud posture of someone important...but who was she? The shadows and the way Nathaniel’s body covered hers made it hard for me to place her in my memory.

“What are you even doing out here? Is that paint?” the woman asked. I saw through her attempt to distract me, but it wouldn’t work.

“Yeah, I was vandalizing the art building. It turned out great. But if you want to fuck against that wall, I’d at least wait until the paint is dry.” Noah wrapped his arms around me and gave them an apologetic smile, but I was thankful that he didn’t try to explain my behavior or get me to stop talking. That was the good thing about Noah, he was loyal to a fault.

“See you at home, Nathaniel,” I said while wiggling my fingers and turning down the street. I didn’t want to look at him. I didn’t want to look at her. I wanted answers and anger. So it wasn’t until we were a block away that her shrill cries of outrage could be heard echoing off the university’s concrete streets.

“Hey, Noah?” I asked.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for not stopping me,” I said. “Can we get a hotel?”

“Yeah, Babe.”

Chapter 11

My phone kept ringing the next afternoon. Noah and I slept all day. There was no cuddling, no teasing sexual tension. We just slept. Hard and deep. I think he knew that if he tried, I’d gladly use him up like the delicious treat he was and forget all about my problems. But he wasn’t Samuel, he wasn’t some warm body that could take a beating. He was real. He knew my secrets, my fears, and my pain. He didn’t want a quick fuck, he wanted it to mean something.

So when I finally answered and found Samuel on the other end of the line, my fingers twitched. I felt like an addict, needing just another hit, literally, on the ass. Open palmed slaps that drowned out how loud my thoughts were. “Where the hell are you?” he asked the moment I answered, his low, gravelly voice preparing my body already. Noah shifted in bed, slowly waking up but not fully aware yet.

“Noah got us a hotel,” I said.

“You use him like you used me?” Samuel asked. I detected a hint of jealousy in his voice but chalked it up to my inability to read people lately. I thought Nathaniel was a hopeless romantic, still in love with my brother. I thought Noah would always be stuck wishing he could have his family back and would never choose me. I thought Samuel just wanted to let me use him.

“No. I actually care abouthim,” I said, knowing my words would cut him. I wasn’t a likeable person. I wasn’t looking to win anyone’s attention or favor. I wasn’t nice, not really. I told it like it was.

Samuel went quiet for a moment. “Good. I don’t want you to care about me, because if the incredible sex we had was the result of not caring, then I’m prepared for you to downright hate me, Octavia.”

Oh hate, my long lost friend. “I’m good at that.”

“Good. Kiss your little lover goodbye then come here. I couldn’t stop thinking about your tight little cunt around my cock last night, and if I don’t get inside of you soon, I’ll have to find relief elsewhere,” he growled.

“Threatening me with jealousy won’t work, you know. I’m not you,” I said. Samuel let out a groan, and I heard a door slam. “But you can keep saying how good it felt inside of me. That’s a real quick way to get me to cooperate.” Noah’s hand tightened around my stomach, I was wearing nothing but a bra and panties, the thin black lace easily see through. He was definitely awake now.

“You like it when I talk dirty to you?” Samuel asked, his voice growing dark.

Instead of answering him, I turned the phone on speaker and set it beside me, letting Noah hear all the dirty little things Samuel wanted to do to me. This could be very,veryfun.

I heard the sound of a belt buckle being undone on the phone line. “I want to take my tongue and run it along your clit,” Samuel said, his voice husky. At his words, Noah dipped his finger lower, drawing lazy circles around my nub with the pad of his finger. Fucking yes.

“Then what?” I asked, my voice sounding more breathy than before.

“Then I’d slide my fingers inside of you. God, you’re so wet for me,” he croaked. Noah plunged two fingers inside of me while stroking my clit. In and out he went while Samuel kept saying all the naughty ways he wanted to worship my body. “And those breasts. Damn, seeing my teeth marks on them, it made me so hot.”

Noah used his free hand and pulled down the lace fabric, freeing one of my breasts before sucking on it, he moved teasingly slow, each touch echoing Samuel’s words. “Yeah? Damn, I’m so wet.”

I shoved Noah off of me then straddled his hips, shifting my thong to the side with one finger before lowering myself. “I’d ride you,” I said with a moan. Clenching around Noah’s hard cock, I didn’t look down to see his face. I didn’t want to see love or adoration. I wanted to feel his cock and hear Samuel’s words and think of nothing. Absolutely nothing.

“Tell me what you’re doing right now,” Samuel asked.

“I’m fucking Noah. Riding his cock while you tell me how good you’d give it to me,” I answered honestly. And to prove my point, Noah finally let out the groan he was holding in.

“Fuck,” Noah said. My breasts were bouncing, our skin creating that glorious friction as we moved against one another. Up and down, up and down.

“You’re killing me, Octavia,” Samuel said, his voice barely loud enough to be heard. He didn't hang up though. Which meant he liked hearing me use them both. Pretty boy was dirty.

“That’s why I came here, isn’t it?” I asked. “I came to ruin you all.”

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