Page 43 of Wild Lies

I watch the column of her throat work as she swallows, and I feel her breath on my face when she blows it out, the hint of whiskey and her sweetness wrapping around me again.

“What I’m saying is, if you’re okay with not using one, I am too.” When I don’t immediately respond, my brain misfiring, because she can’t be serious right now, she rushes to add, “Only if you want to. I get that we’re strangers and you might not feel comfortable, but I’m on the pill for my periods, and I have an IUD. You can never be too careful.” Her words trail off as she stares at me with uncertainty filling her features. “Forget I sa⁠—”

I cut her off with my mouth, covering hers as my tongue demands entry. She doesn’t move for a second, simply allowing me to plunder her mouth, but then the urgency rushing through me floods her and she reaches behind her back, undoing her bra. Somehow she manages to slide it off and throw it to the side of the bed without looking. I’m barely aware of the sound it makes when it hits the floor.

Flipping us, I hover above her, tasting her as our tongues battle for control. One hand massages the full globe of her breast as I use the other to hook her leg over my hip. We move against each other in perfect rhythm until neither of us can take any more, and we remove the last of the barriers between us.

I pause, trying to hold on to some semblance of control. The thought of feeling her wrapped around me with nothing between us is enough to make my cock jerk, but I need to know she really is okay with this. “Are you sure? Because we can stop, there are other ways we can end the night.”

Chloe slides a hand between us, wrapping it around my cock as she strokes me. She squeezes and I close my eyes as I grind my molars. “I’m sure, but if you want to stop, we can.”

I stare down at her, my nostrils flaring as she continues to draw out her torment. “Fuck, I don’t want to stop,” I breathe.

Slowly, she lines me up with her entrance, the slick heat of her pussy covering the tip of my cock and calling to me. “Then don’t,” she whispers, arching her back and pushing her chest into mine.

In one smooth movement, I push forward, her walls stretching around me. I grunt, the sound filling the room as I hold still. This is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I feel her. Every fucking inch of her is surrounding me like a second skin. It’s heaven but at the same time incredibly torturous.

When I no longer feel like I might explode, I pull out a couple of inches before thrusting forward. She’s so tight that it feels like my cock is being strangled. Wetness covers my shaft, and I lean back, staring down at the space between us, watching as I pull out again and then slam forward.

Chloe’s nails scrape at my chest, arms and back—anywhere she can reach. Her cries fall from her parted lips and bounce around the walls. I’ll never get tired of the sounds she makes. It’s like music to my ears, heightening my arousal and calling me to the precipice of my orgasm.

Too soon, my balls draw up, and the familiar tingling in the base of my spine signals the start of my orgasm. I press a finger against the hard nub of Chloe’s clit, rubbing in a circular motion as I urge her to come. Her walls spasm around me, softly at first, before her body convulses, and she cries out.

Something primal inside me makes me pull out. I stroke my cock and aim for her stomach as cum shoots from the tip. A growl rumbles in my chest, guttural and raw, as I stare down at Chloe, covered in my cum, lying in my bed with a hazy post-orgasm glow on her face.

When I collapse onto the bed beside her, I turn and watch as she runs a finger through the mess I made. White cum covers her finger before she brings it to her mouth and sucks it clean.

“That might just be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I groan.

“I wanted to know what you taste like, since you didn’t let me try the other day.”

I huff out a laugh, already half addicted to the way she looks in my bed. Hell, I’m way past addicted to her. “We’ve got plenty of time for that, buttercup.”

She doesn’t answer me, and I turn my head to look at her. There’s an emotion I can’t quite name but looks a lot like longing filling her features. We both know the reality of our situation because our time is limited. I’m not going to ruin this moment and bring up what happens when her time here is up, especially after the night she’s had.

25

CHLOE

Unsurprisingly, when I was packing for my sister’s wedding, I didn’t think I’d need anything to wear to the rodeo. Hell, I didn’t think I’d be doing much other than going for walks and taking pictures. But then I met Kade.

Luckily, Coldwater is full of small boutiques with enough rodeo-appropriate outfits to fill a closet or twenty. When I went shopping for a dress to wear to dinner with my parents, I ended up coming away with more outfits than I packed for my entire trip, and only one of them—the dress I wore —wasn’t cowboy chic.

Turning in the mirror, I admire the way the bell-bottom jeans cup and lift my ass. The denim hugs my hips before flaring out at the knee. I think I might need to fill my closet with these babies. I’ve never felt more confident, and my legs look impossibly long, which is a feat in and of itself given my five-foot-three frame.

A knock sounds at the front door, and I grab my camera bag from the bed as I head for the stairs. Nerves flutter in my stomach with every step I take. I know that tonight is significant, given the fact that I’m the only person—aside from the promoters—who knows Kade’s real identity. I’m glad he could trust me with his secret, just like I trusted him with mine. Although mine pales in comparison to his, especially since I told my parents some of my truth when I gave them the middle finger last night.

Dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt with a Stetson on his head, Kade is waiting patiently on the other side of the front door when I reach it. His broad chest fills the doorway, but it’s the excitement shining in his eyes that catches my attention.

“Hey, buttercup.” He rocks back on his heels, his hands stuffed in his jeans pockets.

Lifting my camera strap higher on my shoulder, I reply, “Hey.”

Kade’s eyes roam over my body, a heat filling them when he asks, “You ready?”

“Not yet,” I reply, pulling my camera out of its case and snapping a picture of him. I grin at him before stepping out onto the porch and locking the door behind me. “Now I am.”

I’m about to turn and follow him to his truck when he crowds into me, keeping my body hidden from view of anyone that might be passing by. “Those jeans look mighty good on you, buttercup,” he murmurs into my hair.