Read All the Pretty Lies Online
Authors: M. Leighton
Tags: #romance, #love, #contemporary, #series, #steamy, #new adult
I feel the difference in the way he slips in
and out of me in those shallow strokes, barely penetrating my
entrance. I can feel how slippery he is now, coated in my desire.
He eases it up, moving it between my folds, rubbing the slick head
over my clitoris, making me breathless all over again. I feel a
tightness in my chest. Maybe a whimper. Or a moan. Or a plea.
“Mmm, you like that, don’t you? Can you feel
how wet you are? Can you feel how slippery my cock is?” I make a
strangled sound. It’s all I can muster at the moment. “That’s all
you, baby. This time, when you come, I want that dripping off my
balls. I want to feel it pouring out of you onto me.”
“Please, Hemi,” I manage. I don’t even know
what I’m asking for. I just know I need something. And I need it
now.
Air and sound and my heart jam up in my chest
when Hemi moves back down to my entrance.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m probably
going to. But only for a second.”
“Do it. Now. Please.”
With one sharp flex of his hips, Hemi enters
me and then he goes completely still. I feel a tearing pain that
radiates into my thighs. It lasts for a few long heartbeats. Hemi
doesn’t move. Neither do I. Finally, the pain eases into an
incredibly, pleasurably full sensation.
I wasn’t aware of squeezing my eyes shut
until I open them and look down at Hemi. He’s perfectly still, the
veins in his neck standing out in his efforts not to move. I look
down to where our bodies are joined. I see most of him is still not
inside me, but the sight of such an intimate connection gets me
excited all over again.
I feel my body twitch around him, then I feel
an answering throb from where part of him is inside me. “Ffff—”
Hemi hisses through his gritted teeth, throwing his head back and
growling for a second. “Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?” I ask.
“Don’t move yet. I don’t want to hurt
you.”
“You’re not hurting me. I want you to move,”
I confess, feeling the urge to swivel my hips against him. I don’t
fight it. I just go with it.
“Grrr,” Hemi snarls, the fingers of one hand
biting into my raised leg. “Sloane.”
I feel him inside me, hot and thick. And I
want more.
“Please, Hemi. I want more. I want all of
you. Inside me. All the way.”
Hemi glares at me. For a second, I think he
must hate me. But then, he nudges his hips forward a little more
and his expression eases into one of pained pleasure.
“How does that feel?” he asks.
“It feels so good,” I pant, angling my hips
to accept more of him.
“Oh, God!” he groans, withdrawing and then
thrusting a little farther in. “You’re so tight. Oh. God.”
He sounds like an animal, snarling and
growling, but it doesn’t scare me. I want his claws. And his teeth.
I want his wildness.
“Hemi, put your cock in me, all the way,” I
say, instinctively.
“Oh God…damn…that mouth.”
After a short pause, I hear his breath hiss
through his teeth just before he gives in. To me. And then he gives
me what I want.
Hemi eases back a few inches and then slams
his body into mine, stealing my breath. I feel him all the way into
my abdomen. He stretches me to a pleasure-pain place that I never
want to leave.
“Hemi…more!” He rotates his hips and I feel
the tension within me increase exponentially. “Just like that. I
want it just like that.”
“You want my cock?” he asks through gritted
teeth. “I’m gonna give you my cock. I’m gonna give it to you so
hard, you’ll feel it all week. Every time you close your eyes,
you’ll feel me coming all up inside you.”
As he speaks, he works his body into mine,
harder and deeper, winding me up like a pocket watch. It’s when his
free hand finds my clit again that I tumble over the edge, my body
squeezing and pulsing around him.
I’m panting and nearly blinded by pleasure as
Hemi rolls me onto my back, pulling my hips to the edge of the
ledge. He presses his palms to the insides of my thighs, spreading
my legs wide and easing back into me.
Each thrust sends me toppling over a new wave
of pleasure, prolonging my orgasm until I’m nearly crazy with it.
“Can you take it deep, baby?”
I nod, unable to speak past my dry lips.
Hemi slides his hands up the backs of my
legs, folding my thighs onto my chest as he leans over me.
“Good, ‘cause I wanna bury my cock deep. So.
Deep.” When he withdraws and plunges into me, I wonder for a moment
that I might die from the pleasure of it. Just when I think there
is nothing better, no more to experience from his body, he drives
me to a new level. “And then you’re gonna watch me come. On you.
All on you.”
Hemi slams into me two more times and then I
hear him moan into the small, hushed room. Quickly, he pulls out of
me, spreading my legs as he guides the slick and swollen head to my
clitoris. I watch with fascination as he winds his fingers around
the wide base of his shaft and arches his back, spurting hot fluid
onto me.
I find myself panting as I watch him. It’s so
naughty, so intimate. Hemi pumps his hips, squirting until there’s
nothing left. I glance up at his face. His eyes are warm and
intense. And then I feel his fingers. I look down to see him
rubbing them over me. “This,” he says, wetting three fingertips on
me, “is mine.” On the last word, he slips those three digits down
and into me. “All mine. Next time, I’ll come inside you. I’ll fill
you up with me. All of me.”
Already, even when I feel so sated, I can’t
wait. I can’t wait until the next time he touches me, kisses me,
puts his fingers or his tongue or…anything he wants into me.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR- Hemi
Gently, I let Sloane’s legs fall. I drag my
fingertips over her smooth skin and feel the blood rush back into
my dick. I could go again, but I won’t do that to her. She’ll be
sore as it is.
“Are you okay?” I ask when she groans a
little.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been better,” she
replies, her voice soft and sleepy.
I smile. “Yet.” She turns her head and smiles
at me. “But I won’t prove my point tonight. Tonight, we’ll get
cleaned up and go watch a movie in bed. And order pizza. How does
that sound?”
“That sounds like heaven,” she replies.
I give her a peck on her lips as I straighten
and reach for the open water bottle. I pour what’s left onto one
corner of the towel and use it to gently wipe between her legs. She
flinches at first.
“You don’t have to do that,” she says,
clamping her thighs shut on my hand.
“I don’t mind.”
“No, seriously, you don’t have to do
that.”
I look up at her face. I can see the color in
her cheeks. I lean forward, kissing her nose and her forehead and
then brushing my lips over hers. “There’s no reason for you to be
embarrassed. I’ve kissed and licked and sucked and touched every
square inch of your body. Why would it bother you for me to clean
you up?”
She shrugs, relaxing her legs a little. “I
don’t know. I guess I’m just…embarrassed.”
“But why?”
She won’t meet my eyes. “I’m sure this isn’t
a mess you have to worry about with the other women you’ve been
with.”
I stop and give her my full attention.
“Sloane, not only did we just have some kick-ass sex, but you gave
me something that you’ve never given to
anyone.
I know how
special that is. And you need to understand that it was special for
me, too. I’ve never taken someone’s virginity. I’ve never even
wanted to. But with you, I did. I wanted to take it. I wanted to be
your first. I wanted you to be all mine. Just mine. I told you I
was selfish and it seems that I’m only that much worse when it
comes to you.”
Sloane relaxes her legs and tilts her head to
the side, watching me as I go back to work wiping blood off the
insides of her thighs.
When I’m done, I fold the towel over and wipe
off myself as well.
“Thank you,” I hear her say quietly.
“For what?”
“For giving me this wonderful night.”
“It’s been one hundred percent my pleasure,”
I tell her honestly. Her smile widens and then dies slowly into
nothing more than a gentle curve of her lips. It looks almost…sad.
It’s a look I’ve seen come over her face several times before and I
always wonder what puts it there. But I never want to get involved
enough to ask. This time, I nearly do.
Nearly.
But knowing what I’ve done and how Sloane
would feel if she ever found out stops me.
“Come on,” I say, taking her hands and
pulling her into a sitting position. “Let’s go upstairs and rinse
off in the shower before we crawl into bed.”
She nods but says nothing. We walk up the
steps in silence, stopping only long enough for me to pitch the
towels into the wash machine for Cicely when she comes on
Monday.
Sloane heads down the hall toward the room
she slept in last night, the room her things are in. I follow her
through the door, only long enough to grab her two bags and take
her hand again.
“This isn’t your room anymore,” I say simply,
leading her back out into the hall and down two doors to the
master. “You’ll be staying in here. With me.”
I don’t give her a chance to argue. I set her
things on the dresser and tug her on to the en suite bathroom where
I turn on the shower and drag her with me into the warm spray.
Just for a few days, just while she’s here,
we can pretend that this is all about us. And that nothing else
matters.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE- Sloane
The first thought I have when I open my eyes
is that I’m in Hemi’s bed. Where I spent the night. All night.
Wrapped in his arms. Several times, I turned over on my side and,
within seconds, he’d turn over and adjust to the way I was lying,
curving his body around mine. It was the best, most comforting
night I’ve ever spent. I’ve never felt safer. Or happier.
And, now, more worried.
I’m in love with Hemi. There’s no sense even
pretending that I’m not anymore. Does it change anything? No. I
wish it did, but I don’t think it will. Do I regret it? No again. I
wouldn’t trade last night for a thousand good-yet-lesser
experiences. Whatever heartache comes, it was worth it. It was all
worth it. However long I may live, I’ll have this time. And like
Sarah said, I plan to enjoy every second of it.
Carefully, I turn my head on the pillow to
look at Hemi’s gorgeous face, relaxed and a little more boyish in
sleep. It gives me the opportunity to study him unnoticed, so I do.
It doesn’t take me long to realize that, in wakefulness, Hemi is
extremely intense. Everything about him from the sharpness of his
eyes to the squareness of his jaw to the firm set of his mouth is
intense. But now, lying here resting beside me, he just looks
handsome. And a little more fragile. He seems invincible, bigger
than life when he’s awake. But now, he looks like a mere mortal,
vulnerable and woundable.
I glance down at his bare chest and the ribs
exposed to my eyes. I wonder again who has wounded him in life,
what events have shaped the sad and bitter edge to his personality.
He hides it well, but it’s there. I notice it because I have one,
too. Again, everyone has their secrets. Hemi included.
I hear my phone buzz from my purse somewhere
toward the end of the bed. As easily as I can, I slip out from
under Hemi’s arm and tip toe to get it before it wakes him.
It’s Dad.
I walk down the hall to the room I slept in
that first night, pulling the door shut behind me before I
answer.
“Hey, Dad.”
“Why is your car still at that tattoo
dump?”
“Dad, it’s not a dump. It’s a very nice shop,
actually.”
“Young lady, don’t test me.”
“I’m just saying. And if you want to know the
truth, I rode home with Hemi last night. I mean, we
are
staying at the same house, you know.”
He grunts. There’s nothing he can say. He
just doesn’t like not being in control of every little detail.
I smile.
Welcome to my adulthood, Dad!
“How’re things coming? Any progress?”
I mentally cross my fingers, toes, arms, legs
and eyes, hoping it might take ten years for them to find out
anything useful. Of course, that’s selfish on my part. I want to
stay with Hemi as long as I can. As long as he’ll have me.
Thinking of being selfish makes me think of
last night, which makes me flush, which makes me squirm, which
makes me want to get off the phone with my father.
“We’re making head way. Nothing for you to
worry about.”
“Just be careful.”
“We always are.
I
should be telling
you
to be careful.”
“I’m not in any danger, Dad.”
“I’m not so sure of that,” he mutters.
I ignore that little dig. “Well, keep me
posted.”
“What are you doing today?”
I bite my lip as I think about breakfast.
I’ve never felt so much pressure about a meal, never felt like it
was more important. “I don’t know yet. I may end up at Sarah’s
later. But then I’ll be at the shop tonight.”
“I hope this career pays off. You sure are
having to put in a lot of hours.”
“It will, Dad. It will.”
If I make minimum wage for the rest of my
life, it would still be worth it to have this time with Hemi.
“Be smart. Call me later.”
“I will. I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
When I poke my head around the door to Hemi’s
room, I see that the bed is empty. I walk on in, grabbing some
shorts and a t-shirt from my bag as I pass. Hemi’s not in the
bathroom, which makes me think he’s already downstairs.
I debate whether or not to take a shower and
get ready and just tell him, in a super casual way, that I’ve got
plans with Sarah and then just leave. I don’t want to make this
uncomfortable for either of us. I know he said he wanted me to
stay, but still… I remember that conversation. I know how he feels
about breakfast.