When We Lied Read Online Claire Contreras

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Sports, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
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“Do I pass inspection?” I ask breathily.

He drags his gaze up and down my body once more. “With flying colors.”

His response makes my heart skip. He moves forward again until my knees hit the bed, which forces me onto my back. When he presses his fists on either side of me and lowers to hover over me, I think I stop breathing. He kisses my cheek and continues to press hot kisses down my body again until I’m writhing with need.

His large hands grip my thighs and spread my legs. He stands up, and for a moment, he takes me in, running a hand through his hair like he’s overwhelmed and doesn’t know where to start. Then, he’s back on his knees and his mouth is on me, his tongue working me until I’m screaming and coming with his name on my lips. I’m still shaking when I feel his hands on the bed again. I force my eyes open and find him naked on top of me, a condom underneath his right hand.

Before he puts it on, I reach between us and grab him, stroking him once, twice. On the third stroke, he closes his hand around my wrist, and I look up with questioning eyes.

“I want to come while I’m inside you, and if you keep doing that...” He sets his forehead against mine with a shaky laugh and takes a moment to open the condom wrapper.

I take my eyes away from his to watch as he slides it on, growing wetter with each movement he makes. He grabs my thighs again and pushes my legs up as he sinks into me slowly—so, so slowly, I think I might die. Once he’s fully inside me, he stops and blows out a harsh breath.

Hooded eyes meet mine again. “You good?”

I bite my lip and nod. And then he starts moving. He grips my thighs hard as he thrusts in and out of me, fast, hard, and with a look of concentration as he accommodates my legs and hips. It takes me a moment to realize he’s going off my responses. He’s studying every moan, every gasp, and adjusting so he’s fucking me in a way that elicits that response. My core tightens, and I screw my eyes shut and moan again.

“Oh my god. Right there,” I pant, as he lets go of my legs and grabs my hips, driving into me harder and harder.

“FUCK,” he growls, and then I feel his fingers rubbing me, and it’s all too much. “I want to see your eyes when you come for me.”

My eyes pop open and my stomach bottoms out for a moment, just before I fall apart, shaking and writhing, and saying unintelligible things.

“Fuck, Josslyn.” He thrusts once, twice, three times, his grip getting tighter on my waist, his eyes not leaving mine until he explodes in spurts I feel through the condom.

He lowers his face and kisses me—a long, passionate, toe-curling kiss that consumes me. When he pulls away, he tucks his face in my neck and lets himself fall against me. I gasp but realize I like it. I like the feel of his weight on me and his breath against my neck. This is the last time. Just one more night. I repeat the reminder again and again. It doesn’t matter that he acted like tonight was a true date, laughing and talking to our friends as he set his hand on my thigh, an arm draped over the back of my chair. It doesn’t matter that it felt good to have his undivided attention. It was one magical night, but it doesn’t change anything.

31

FINN

Igot no sleep, but somehow I feel wired. It’s Josslyn. It’s always fucking Josslyn. I rub my face and plop back on my bed with an exhale. She fell asleep after the third time we fucked, and I stayed and watched her until four in the morning. It took effort for me to walk out of her apartment, as if every cell in my body wanted me to stay. On the way up to the penthouse, I told myself it was because I wanted to fuck her again when her five a.m. alarm went off. Just one last time.

I remind myself that I was trying to get close to Josslyn to find out what happened the night Mallory died. I’ve been doing a shit job of it, which just further proves that I’m the worst brother. I’m aware of that, but my mind won’t stop spinning with thoughts of her. It is now eight o’clock and I have golf with the guys in two hours. And I’m picking up Lachlan and his brother on the way there, which means I only have one hour to get a nap in. I wish I could, but every time my eyes shut, I see her, I smell her, I hear those little gasps and breathy moans in my ear, and I get hard again. God damn Josslyn.



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