Ten Thousand Lies (32 page)

“Spread your legs then.”

I fucking obeyed, and the sight of her kneeling between my thighs nearly did me in. Reaching out, she wrapped her hand around me, and my hips jerked in response.

“Fuck!” I hissed.

Leaning forward, her eyes never leaving mine, she sucked the head of me into her mouth, swirling her tongue.

“Oooohh God!” I groaned, breathing heavily. “Jaime—”

She pulled off me. “Just go with it, babe, yeah?”

“Do I tell you if I’m going to come?”

“I’ll know,” she replied. She bent forward, this time taking almost my whole dick in her mouth.

Panting and squirming, I tried to hold her gaze, but my fucking eyes rolled back, and my spine turned to jelly. Fisting my hands in the bedspread, I thrust my pelvis, and she relaxed her throat.

My dick was in her throat.
Holy shit, holy shit!
It was fucking
phenomenal
.

Her hot, wet mouth dragged up, and my nuts grew tight.

It was happening. All the muscles in my body tensed up, and I arched off the bed. Jaime pressed her face into my groin and wound her arms around my waist, anchoring to me. I came so fucking hard that I saw stars.

“HOLY FUCK!” I screamed.

Seconds, minutes, a lifetime might have gone by, and I wouldn’t have known. Her body was twined around mine, and my arms were crushing her to my chest, one hand fisting her dreadlocks. I pulled her up higher, so I could see her face. She was smiling.

“Ready for round two?” she purred.

Unable to speak, I drew her close to kiss her. Everything I had ever dreamed of was right here in my arms. She tasted of Jaime and Ricki, and fuck me running, it was now my favorite flavor. As I skimmed my hands over her back and arse, she felt like warm satin. She was everywhere, she was everything, and I was holding her, touching her, kissing her, breathing her in, and treasuring her within every piece of my existence.

Within minutes, I was heavy and aching once more. Grabbing her rump, dragging her into my groin, I could feel just how hot and damp she was. It felt fucking out of this universe, and I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing up against her.

As I groaned into her mouth, she replied with a sublime sigh.

“Let me touch you,” I whispered. “Please, Dollface…”

Taking my right hand, she shifted to the side of me and guided it between her legs. As my fingers slipped through the softest, wettest, most wondrous flesh I’d ever touched, she groaned and buried her face in my neck.

My mouth hung open, like a dumbass. It was bloody
heaven
. Slippery liquid warmth coated my fingertips as I pressed a little deeper into a hardened part of her. I wanted in like a motherfucker.

“Right there,” she whispered.

“Show me,” I begged, my voice rough.

Her slender fingers curved around mine from the top of my hand and pressed firmly, guiding me to work deliberate circles over it.

YES!
I now knew what a fucking clit was, and by God, I was going to make her come one way or another.

Jaime took my dick in her hand and pumped me as slow as I was rubbing her. Our mouths collided, just fucking devouring each other, until we were straining into one another, unable to get close enough. Pushing me back, Jaime pulled away from me, leaving me dazed, and she straddled my waist. Dick in hand, she rubbed the head of me through her lush heat.

Clearing her throat, she said, “I’m clean. I just want you to know. I don’t have condoms with me or anything.”

“I’m clean, too.”

She nodded and then was sliding down the length of me, her breath leaving her in a rush. “Fuck.”

“What?” I asked, torn between fucking ecstasy and panic.

“You’re big,” she said, squirming on top of me, gripping me hard and tight.

“Yeah?” I was finding it hard to think.

She gloved me, pulsing with a vibrant energy. I was so happy to be sober and fucking
feeling
this. Then, it hit me, the shame of naïveté coursing through me. Reaching up, I took her face in my hands, and her China blues met mine.

“I hurt you that night, didn’t I?”

“Not that I can remember,” she replied, a smile ghosting her lips. “But I was sore the next couple of days.”

“Doll…” I whispered, fighting the sting in my sinus, as my eyes burned and throat constricted. “Fuck, Jaime…I’m so sorry. I didn’t—”

“Hush.” She took my hands and laced our fingers.

As she moved on top of me, starting to ride me, my mind was blown all over again. Our eyes locked on each other. It was as though she was opening up before me, above me, showing me all the things I’d craved my whole life, and they were
all
inside her.

My own body caught on to her gentle rhythm, and I thrust up, meeting her halfway.

I hoped she could see the same thing in me, all the things she’d been searching for. I knew whatever name I answered to didn’t matter because who I was…was Jaime’s. Whatever shit I had to do in my life now meant nothing because the only thing of significance was this—the two of us made into one.

A million times, I’d imagined making love to her. I’d pictured myself as this magnificent lover, making her come over and over and over. Instead, she was in charge, leaving me trembling between her thighs, silently begging her to forgive me for being fucking inept, unknowing of how to bring her to the same mind-blowing conclusion I was barreling toward.

The pace quickened, and I could feel her squeezing around me, making my dick throb in time with her pulse.

Her eyes closed, and her head dropped back. “Oh God,” she moaned.

My eyes widened, not wanting to miss a single thing about this woman claiming me. Her hands loosened on mine, so I grabbed her arse, pulling her in harder, faster. Her hands planted on my chest, her fingers curling, digging nails into my flesh, and, fuck, that was hot.

Slipping my right hand along her pubic bone, I pressed my thumb into the
right-there
spot. Hot velvet. Silk. Satin. All of it. Slowly, I rubbed circles into it.

“I want to make you come,” I told her. I was fucking determined to.

Her cunt tightened around me, making my jaw go slack.

“You will, babe. Can’t you feel it?”

“I don’t know,” I replied.

Laughter, light and sweet—just fucking joyous—filled my ears. It was contagious; I joined in.

Her laughter ceased, and she gasped. “Harder!”

Not too sure of what she was asking for, I pressed my thumb in deeper and sharply punched my hips.

“Fuck
yessss
!” she groaned.

Good enough for me.

I kept going, ignoring how fucking crazy good she felt, and,
fuck
, she kept getting tighter. Instead, I was transfixed on her face. Never had I seen anything so gorgeous. Her brow scrunched, her mouth formed an O, her eyes squeezed tightly shut…

“Oh, FUCK!” she shout-moaned.

Firmer and more urgent, she rode me, clamping down on my dick, until I couldn’t ignore the amazing feeling anymore.

“Jaime, fuck—I can’t—”

The loveliest groan worked its way out of her throat as shivering, soaking hot flesh grasped and pounded around me.

My eyes rolled back into my head, my hands grabbed her hips, squeezing brutally, and…I left my body. I must have because, when I came back into it, Jaime was crushed in my arms. With all my strength, I was straining into her heat, my face buried in her neck.

I chanted, “I love you,” over and over into her sweat-slicked skin. “Holy shit, Ricki,” Jaime whispered. “Oh my God…”

“What?” I whispered back, easing up on my hold of her.

“That was fucking incredible.” She pushed herself up to look into my eyes.

The motion had her tightening around me, making my heart trip with the sensation and her words.

“I thought so, too,” I told her, looking in her eyes.

“That was the best orgasm of my life.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“Fuck yeah, I’m serious. I wasn’t expecting that.”

Grinning, I pulled her back down to give her a strong hug. “You just made me so fucking happy, Dollface. I don’t even care if you’re blowing sunshine up me arse.”

“I’m not!” Her protest was muffled in my chest. “I wouldn’t lie about that. I hate to break it to you like this, but…”

Shite
. My heart stopped beating. “But what?”

“You’re stuck with me now. If that’s what you can do to me as a virgin, I can’t imagine what you’ll accomplish with more experience.”

“Pfft, like you actually have a choice,” I told her, my smile huge enough to cramp my face. “Because you’re bloody well stuck with me, too.”

Her smile stunned the air from my lungs. “Yeah?”

I could only nod.

Gently, she pulled herself off me, a rush of cum coating my nethers. The cool air shocked me slightly.

“I could use a towel,” she mentioned.

I was springing from the bed, heading to the bathroom.

When I came back a few seconds later, a thought occurred to me. Handing her the towel I’d snagged, I asked, “You’re not afraid of getting pregnant?”

“I’m on birth control,” she replied, more concerned with mopping herself up.

Stretching out next to her, I took back the towel when she’d finished and tossed it on the floor next to the bed. “Do you want kids one day?”

Her head snapped around to look me in the face. “You’re thinking way too far ahead there, buddy.”

“No, I just…if you
do
…”

“What?”

“I can’t have them. I had an accident as a kid, and I wrecked me bollocks. The doctors said I’d probably never have kids. So, I was just wondering if you wanted them, if you’d still want to be with me…”

Her face smoothed of all expression. “Oh. Well, I haven’t given it any thought. I guess I’d be cool either way. If it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t happen. To be honest, I’ve never really felt the desire to have any.”

I nodded. “Okay. Just as long as you know.”

“Well, it’s a little early to think along those lines, but for future reference, I’ll keep it in mind.”

I pulled her back into my arms, and she wrapped hers around me and held me tight.

“Do you?” she asked.

“Want to have kids?”

“Yeah.”

“I never thought I’d have any, so I’ve never given it much thought.”

“We can always get a dog. Or a cat. You know, if we’re ever feeling the need.”

I laughed. “There’s that, yeah.”

“So…we’re really going to do this then?”

“What? Us?”

“Yeah.”

“Too bloody right we are. Why?”

“I’ve never been in a relationship. I’m not even sure what it means to have one.”

“Neither have I. But I know for a fucking fact that I’ll kill any motherfucker who sticks his dick in you, so no sleeping with other people.”

“That goes for you, too, asshole.”

“It took me this long to stick my dick in
you
. What makes you think it’s even possible for me to do that with someone else?”

She snorted. “True.”

“Seriously though…no one else, right?”

“Right.”

“I guess we’ll just wing the rest.”

“Sounds reasonable.”

My arms tightened around her. “Is it okay to tell you I love you?”

Her cheek bunched against my pec, and I knew that made her smile. “You’ve told me a few times already tonight, and I haven’t freaked out.”

“Yeah.”

“Ricki?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you, too.”

Waking up Sunday mid morning to my phone blowing up with a Russian mobster demanding to be inked was a sure way to put me in a foul fucking mood.

Lenny: You come and tattoo me tomorrow.

Me: You need another week to heal.

Lenny: I’m healed fine. No scab.

Me: It doesn’t matter. The skin is not ready. I’ll see you next Monday.

Lenny: I want it now.

Me: Tough shit. I’m not destroying good work because you are impatient.

Lenny: Fine. But next Monday. No excuses. You tattoo me.

Me: I’ll be there.

When he’d demanded my number, I’d told the Knight of Mercy that I only spoke to my woman and my business partner on the phone, and he’d have to text me to speak with me. He hadn’t been too thrilled, but I had the feeling he respected me for standing up to him. I was bloody sure not many people did.

Irritated because that fucker had woken me up, I tossed my phone across the room. Jaime stirred next to me, and I couldn’t find it in me to be mad at all. She sighed softly, and memories of last night drifted through my mind.

I’d had more sex last night than I’d had in my entire life combined. I wanted to do it again.
Now.

Jaime faced me, looking so peaceful in sleep. Aching to hold her, I reached out and pulled her into my arms. Snuggling into my chest, she sighed again and threw her leg over my hip.

Blood surged strongly into my morning wood, painfully heavy between my thighs. She was so hot there, the damp heat of her cloaking my groin, a gorgeous invitation. It’d be as easy as breathing to nudge forward and slide into her.

No matter how badly I wanted to, I wouldn’t do that to her. She’d have to give me her consent. Doing something like that didn’t feel right.

Her hand slipped between our bodies, grasping my dick and positioning it at her slippery entrance.