Page 51 of Surviving Lies

“That’s OK; I can take care of it,” I told him as I started getting up from the bed. However, his hand came down on my belly, holding me in place.

“No, I think I want to do this for you. Let me take care of you.” His steps were quick as he retreated to his bathroom. The water turned on from the faucet and continued running as I heard cabinets banging open and closed. A hushed “dammit” emitted from the partially closed door before he hastily returned to me.

“So, apparently I need to do laundry,” he said, the frustration clear. “I don’t have a single clean towel or washcloth. But I have this.” He stood over me at the side of the bed with what appeared to be a balled-up T-shirt in his hands, dripping on the floor. The small smile was endearing as he tried to hold the wet shirt out toward me. “This’ll work, right?” he asked, then looked at the puddle forming on the floor. “Shit, wait, let me go wring it out more.”

I jolted up in the bed as he ran back to the sink because he knew that the cleanup needed to happen soon.

Or there would be no need for the shirt.

It’s such an awkward thing that no one ever talks about. It’s definitely not in any romance book I’d ever read. And I always wondered,Why not?They make it seem like the after-sex mess just disappears somehow.

But it was most definitely not disappearing at the moment. Instead, it was now making a mess all over Ty’s sheets. He came running out of the bathroom with the shirt folded up in his hands, ready to go.

“Hey, where ya going? Let me do this, Bec.” His cool hands separated my knees to begin wiping me clean. As he bent down, our heads collided, his forehead to my crown.

“Shit!” I yelled while snapping my head away from his and rubbing the tender spot.

Ty slumped to the floor in defeat, dropping the shirt on the way.

“Well, this didn’t end the way I envisioned it,” he said as a hint of a laugh escaped his mouth.

“Well, it’s the sentiment that counts. Isn’t that what they always say?” I offered.

His eyes softened as he sat back on his knees. I plopped backward onto my elbows and spread my legs wide for him. “Have at it, babe. Use that damn shirt you worked so hard to find and clean your cum out of my body. And while you’re at it, clean off your sheets a bit too!”

He stayed where he was, leaning against his dresser. I turned my head to find him when he hadn’t gotten up from the floor. He was smiling at me. A curious smile that did funny things to my insides.

“I have an idea,” he finally said as he rose from the ground, looking at the clock. He grabbed my spread legs with his hands, now empty of that wet T-shirt. He surprised me more when he yanked my legs up onto his shoulders. “How about I add to that cum inside your body and fuck you again before I let you leave?”

I had a feeling I was going to be up very late to get my homework done.

Chapter 15

Becca

This past weekend. Where do I start? Some would call it a success, others a disaster. I might go with a real fucking disaster. Game day was stressful, being at the tailgate with both Ty and Gage. I really thought they were going to wind up fighting. Thank God Ty was mature enough to walk away when he did. And I saw a new side of Gage, a jealous side. I admit, it made me feel good, but after thinking about it, I realized it was only going to complicate things.

Then there was my breakfast date with Ty.

First of all, the fact that he turned it into a picnic by the pond was amazing. The thought he put into it filled my heart. He was adorable with how prepared he was, and he even brought me flowers.

Our day was perfect. He was perfect. He showed me exactly why I fell in love with him last year. WhyI knewI was still in love with him. He may not have been telling me everything I wanted to know, but he took a step in the right direction. He made a promise to fix it soon.

We had sex.

Like, incredible, mind-blowing sex.

Why was I not falling back into his arms? Why was I not going back to him?

But no, what did I do? I texted Gage that night. After I had amazing sex with Ty, I texted Gage!

Like I said, a fucking disaster.

And to make things worse, Lanie wasn’t around to help me through this. She was at Xander’s. I texted her asking when she would be around, and she said later today after class. I needed to bounce all of this off of her because she would have the answers. She would know why I texted Gage when I felt like I was still in love with Ty. Because none of it made sense to me. At all.

As I tried to fall asleep late Sunday night, my feelings for Ty got clouded by my thoughts of Gage. Whoever named it a “love triangle” never lived it. A triangle has straight lines. There were no straight lines happening in this triangle; every path wavered from side to side as I tried to navigate my way through.

While thinking of my lovely day with Ty by the pond, the images of what Gage and I had done by that very pond only a week prior took over my thoughts.

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