Heart Lies & Alibis (9 page)

Our eyes locked on one another just as he pushed the tip of his cock into my dripping pussy. My eyes opened wide at the first touch. I whimpered, small cries of passion slipping from my mouth as he slid more of his shaft slowly in and out of me. His movements were precise and controlled and perfectly timed to make me nearly crazy with excitement from the pleasure they created. I writhed slightly beneath him lost fully in the grips of the passion exploding between us.

The sensation of having him fill me to the brim with each slide inside me caused all the nerve bundles in my pussy to explode with exquisite pain. He had me so far gone now, I could barely stand, even with his support. My whimpers had turned to panting and 'Oh my gods'.

His voice was deep and sexy when he spoke through his own jagged breaths. "Oh babe, you feel so good. I love how tight your pussy is but how you can still take all of me inside of you." He continued his slow fuck dance, driving me further towards complete abandon with each stroke. I looked into his eyes again and could see the restraint etched on his face, as he tried to hold on to his own control, wanting me to reach my release first.

I was so close now. "Faster Declan." I moaned, clutching harder at his shoulders. "Fuck me faster, please." I was at the edge of the cliff, so close to falling into sweet abandon, I thought I might go out of my mind before I found satisfaction.

He didn't need a second invitation as he increased to a pounding rhythm. I hadn't had sex like this in so long it made my head spin. Thad had been a wonderful lover the first few years we were together but had become more conservative and less attentive over time to the point where missionary was about all he could imagine.

I could feel my climax reaching the point of no return. My body was exploding with each movement of Declan's cock within me. I arched back as far as I could, drawing him as far inside me as possible so I could feel every inch of him when I came apart. My hands clutched desperately at his shoulders while my breasts bounced against his chest with each thrust.

He slowed his rhythm again just as I began to reach the pinnacle of my passion, drawing out the moment to the last breath. One slow, deep thrust and I exploded, all my nerves firing at once as my body vibrated with each rolling wave of release. I felt my knees weaken as I buried my head in his shoulder, as my screams burst from my throat with abandon.

I lifted my head again and watched Declan's face as held me with one hand under the curve of my ass while the other pressed against the door to steady us while he continued his rhythmic pumping. One final thrust put him as deep in me as he could be, his cock filling me to the very extremes. I felt his body tense and then he came with such force my head bumped against the door slightly from the reaction. I watched with satisfaction as his face contorted in pure ecstasy before the orgasm came to a shivering end.

We remained joined and I could feel his cock pulsing inside my swollen pussy, enticing my over stimulated clit to cry out in delectable pain. Declan dropped his head to my shoulder as we both fought to regain ourselves, our breaths ragged gasps in the otherwise silent room. I could feel the beat of his heart against my skin and knew he felt mine as well. Finally, he pulled out of me and stepped back, guiding my leg back to the floor. I leaned heavily against the door, my body almost able to support itself again.

We looked at each other for a minute, words unnecessary and nearly impossible to form before Declan leaned forward and lightly kissed my lips. It was

When he pulled away I gave him a satisfied smile. "So, you know you owe me a pair of panties now." I said, my voice sexy and teasing.

His laugh, which never failed to make my skin tingle, did its job now. "So I do." Reaching out, he ran his hand along my bare ass. "But I think I kinda like you without them on so maybe not."

"Is that so? Well, we'll have to discuss the logistics of a panty-free life later." I winked before I kicked my shoes off and discarded my bra as I headed to his bathroom down the hall. He followed, discarding the condom and the rest of his clothes on the way. It was going to be a long, enjoyable afternoon, I thought as he caught me around the waist just as I reached the door to the bathroom.

After a shower, we spent the rest of the afternoon in Declan's bed and I wasn't sure if I would ever walk straight again. Areas of my body tingled and pulsed in ways they hadn't for a very long time and I was more satisfied than I remembered ever feeling with Thad. Maybe the key to my happiness was finding a young guy to share my bed.

I rolled over drawing a pillow under my chin while I watched Declan get dressed for work. He was wearing his usual dark jeans and black V-neck t-shirt and I loved how each piece hugged all the right places on his body. He slipped on his boots, tying the laces before standing up again and turning to look at me. "I like seeing you in my bed like that, with your hair kinda tousled from sex, and knowing you are naked beneath that sheet." He knelt on the bed, bending to bring his lips to meet mine. "Damn, I think maybe I should call in sick tonight. I'd much rather be here with you." He nuzzled my neck for a second before he looked in my eyes again.

I could see his eyes already darkening with new passion. This boy was nearly insatiable. "As tempting as that sounds, I think we should pace ourselves a bit, Lover Boy. I can be here when you get done or I can come see you at the bar." It was my turn to nuzzle his neck, nipping the freshly shaved skin and inhaling his intoxicating scent.

He groaned with pleasure at my touch. "I like both suggestions." He kissed me again and walked toward the door. Turning, with his hand on the door knob, he looked back at me one more time. "I need to go before I can't. Just lock the front door on your way out and I will see you later at the bar. Thanks for an amazing day beautiful lady." He winked and was gone.

My head flopped back against the pillow as I let out a long satisfying sigh. I breathed in deeply, loving that the pillow still smelled like Declan's aftershave and wonderful manly scent. I couldn't help but smile as thoughts of the day tumbled through my mind. I couldn't remember the last time I had spent almost an entire day in bed having mind blowing sex but I knew I needed it to be a more regular event.

I stayed daydreaming in his bed for quite a while but knew I needed to get moving. I stretched and rose, pulling on one of Declan's shirts so I could go retrieve my clothes from by the front door. I found them, perfectly folded on the front table.

I pulled my clothes on and walked to the bedroom to make the bed and return Declan's shirt to the closet. I decided to change the sheets for him and went in search of the linen closet. Like all the other areas in his house, Declan kept the closet perfectly organized. I had no problem finding the sheets but when I pulled them off the top shelf a box fell to the ground spilling photos across the floor. When I stooped to scoop them back into the box, a few caught my eye and I paused to give them a closer look. They were mostly pictures of Declan at different points in his life. I smiled as I flipped through a few more until one made me stop. The smile faded from my face as I examined the picture more closely. It was Declan in a military uniform but something was wrong. I looked closer and recognized the dress uniform of an Army soldier. But hadn't he told me he was in the Air Force? When I looked closer at the picture I could just make out a few letters of his last name on the name tag. Though it was hard to read, I knew without a doubt the letters did not spell O'Shea but rather a last name that started with D-O-N. What the hell was going on? Why had he lied to me about this?

I continued to study the pictures as my mind whirled with questions and accusations. What else was he hiding? A feeling of dread washed over me as I rifled through some of the other pictures in the box. I found another one of Declan that further added to the uneasiness I was feeling. The photo showed him in his graduation cap and gown and he was standing in front of the sign for a high school with a Boston address. He had told me he had lived his high school years in Philadelphia, not Boston. I sat down hard on the bed. Why had he told me so many lies about his past?

My cell phone rang at that exact moment, startling me out of my thoughts. Without thinking I hurriedly stuffed the photos back in the box and slammed the lid closed. I glanced at the caller id, recognizing Declan's number, I groaned aloud. What perfect timing. The last thing I wanted to do was to talk to him. I was feeling guilty about going through his private stuff and confused and hurt by what I had found. I thought about letting the call go to voicemail but knew that would likely cause more problems than it solved so instead I answered on the third ring.

"Hello." I attempted to keep my voice casual while my mind was swarming with a thousand questions.

"Hey there beautiful. What are you doing?" I closed my eyes for a moment.

Looking through your secret photos and catching you in a pile of lies.
"Just getting ready to leave your house. I was going to head home to shower and change before I came down to the bar."
While I try and figure out who the hell you really are.
"What about you? How is work?" It was taking all I had to keep the conversation casual when all I wanted to do was question him about the pictures.

"Busy which is good. But I'm going crazy waiting for you to get here. I need to see you. I miss your smile. And your other assets." His voice added in a sultry tone.

Though my mind was still trying to process the pictures and what they meant, Declan's comment made me laugh. "It has only been a few hours crazy boy. I'll be there soon. I promise"

"I know but it feels like so much longer."

I giggled. He sounded like a petulant child. "Well it won't be much longer."

"Good. Now you drive safe but fast." He laughed and then I heard the click of his phone disconnecting. I stood up from the bed and finally headed to the front door and out to my car. If I was going to deal with this problem at all I had to be away from Declan's house to do it.

On the drive home, I couldn't get the images of Declan in those photographs out of my head. In the shower, I tried to play all of the scenarios that could explain the discrepancies in his story but nothing made sense. I shook my head trying to clear the doubts that were forming about him but the lawyer in me wanted to interrogate him until I had the truth. Unfortunately the woman in me who was on the cusp of falling in love wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. I decided to hear what he had to say before jumping to any more conclusions. He deserved that much from me.

The bar was busy for a Wednesday night, as Declan had said, with the booths and most of the bar stools filled when I arrived. Declan was behind the bar pouring some drinks for some young ladies as I approached. He was talking and smiling but when he saw me his face broke out into a huge grin which made my heart skip a beat. I spotted a stool at the far end of the bar and claimed it, watching while Declan finished with his customers before joining me. He leaned across the bar, kissing me with some of the same fervor he had shown earlier in the day but I broke the kiss off early. I was still out of sorts from finding those photos. Declan looked at me for a second.

"Everything okay?" He asked clearly sensing something was off.

I shrugged. "Of course. Just a little tired I guess. Not used to these late nights."

He nodded but I could see on his face he knew there was more I wasn't saying. "Well, I'm only here till ten so we can call it a fairly early night. Can I get you a drink?"

"Sure, how about some white wine?"

"You bet." Declan turned to get the drink and I scanned the bar. I could feel his eyes on me while he poured the wine and I knew he was wondering what had happened between when he left me in his bed and now. I couldn't let go of the feeling from having been lied to. I was still stinging from all the deception Thad had put me through and I was not ready to go through that pain again. This was not where I thought this relationship was going earlier today.

Declan returned with my wine and I smiled in appreciation but remained silent. I was still not ready to start the conversation we needed to have. Declan kept watching me closely and looked about to say something when he got called away by a customer. I was relieved for the moment to think about what I wanted to say to him. But the more I thought about the situation and all that had happened in the past few days my head started spinning, my heart started pounding and I felt like I couldn't breathe. All I wanted to do was run away.

Either the emotional roller coaster of the past few days had finally caught up with me and I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown or I was simply so tired from my life my body was giving up on me. I knew either way, I was done with this night and I needed to get the hell out of this bar and away from Declan. I didn't even care enough in the moment to hear what he had to say about the photos, the lies or anything else.

I threw some money on the bar and slipped off the stool, walking quickly to the exit. I heard Declan calling my name but I refused to respond as I pushed my way out the door and headed on shaking legs to my car. I ripped the door open and dropped into the driver's seat. I was just about to slam my car door when Declan appeared beside it, trying to stop me by grasping the edge of the door.

His face looked confused and upset and I felt my heart lurch. I knew I wasn't being fair to him but I didn't know what else to do. "Reagan, what's going on? Where are you going? Why did you leave like that?" He was barking the questions without pausing for an answer.