Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
“Lies, babe.”
She shook her head.
This was the game we were playing.
I knew Tori had a truth she was keeping from me and she knew I knew it, but instead of sharing whatever it was, she was insisting the bullshit she gave up on the deck was the only thing on her mind.
I knew she was lying the minute I saw her face.
“You want a truth?” she whispered.
“Yeah.”
I reached the top of the deck and started crossing it to get to the slider, getting there before Tori gave up what she was offering and what I was asking for.
“You fall asleep or somethin’?” I chuckled, feeling her breath blowing slow and evenly against my ear. I paused at the door.
Tori moved her hands to my shoulders and slowly leaned away to look at me.
Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were big and bright, looking like she’d just heard something that surprised her.
What the fuck was she thinking about?
“Legs,” I prompted after several beats.
I watched her eyes close and a smile twist across her mouth, slow and shy. Then she shook her head and looked at me again, cleared her throat, tipped her chin up, and admitted, “I like that you call me Legs. I always did. I just pretended I didn’t because I didn’t want you thinking I did. But I do. I like it.”
She smiled big.
I stared at her, looking between her smiling mouth and her eyes that were still bright but not as big as before and settling on them. My gaze narrowed.
“What’s the truth you had ready to give up?” I asked.
Tori’s smile wavered the slightest bit. “What do you mean?” she questioned, knowing damn well what I meant.
“Might like that I call you Legs, but that wasn’t what you were thinking about a minute ago,” I told her.
“Yes, it was.”
“You had somethin’ else on your mind and you’re coverin’ with this.”
“I’m not covering.”
“You’re coverin’, babe.”
Her smile wiped clean from her face. “Liking that you call me Legs has been the only thing on my mind,” she insisted. “Nothing else. I’m not covering.”
“Liar.”
“I’m not lying.”
“You’re lyin’.”
Her eyes pinned me with a hard look.
“Coverin’, too,” I added, smiling at her.
Tori glared at my mouth, glaring harder the bigger I smiled.
“You wanna kiss me?” I asked.
“Nope,” she answered immediately.
“Liar.”
Tori’s mouth twitched.
“You wanna get fucked?”
Her gaze lifted, met mine, and started heating.
“You wanna get fucked,” I repeated, saying it as a statement now.
“Absolutely not. That’s the last thing I want,” she contended, mouth tight, no longer twitching.
This was the game.
The little shit was lying. She was lying about a lot.
Telling me she didn’t want to fuck, but the second I got her inside, she started tearing at my board shorts, practically ripping them in half she couldn’t get them off me fast enough. Then crawling back up my body and kissing me like there was a time limit on that shit and she was racing the clock. Kissing me after saying she didn’t want to kiss me. Sloppy, wet, using her teeth, her lips, her tongue. Forgetting about breathing and just kissing for minutes until she had to break away, gasp for air, fill her lungs, and then go back in for more, giving it to me harder because she’d been deprived for a whole fucking second.
Only time Tori faltered and took on the lies she was telling, making them seem believable, was when I carried her into the kitchen and grabbed a sleeve of condoms out of a drawer I kept random shit in.
Flashlight. Batteries. Deck of cards. Condoms. Everyone had a drawer like that.
Tori stopped kissing me and pulled back, leaning to the side to look behind me as I carried her across the room, then she straightened up and looked into my face.
I made sure I wasn’t running us into the couch, getting us around it first, then doing that, I looked at her.
Tori was studying me. Eyes squinted in focus. Brows pinched together. She looked curious. Maybe a little pissy since I obviously kept condoms in the kitchen for a reason, and she was guessing that reason wasn’t because of her, that I had put them there a while ago and probably used them with others. Figuring this and deciding she was right in her assumptions, Tori went rigid in my arms and turned her head when I tried getting at her mouth.
I smiled against her jaw.
“Makes my dick hard when you act jealous,” I shared, laughing when she turned her head even farther until she was looking behind her. “Means you don’t like the idea of me touchin’ anyone else, even if that shit was before you and shouldn’t matter. I get that, babe.”
I moved lower and licked her neck. I bit down until she gasped and her limbs trembled.
“I wanna break the hands of every motherfucker who ever touched you,” I confessed.