Know Me (Truthful Lies Trilogy - Book One) (36 page)

It makes another tear break loose. A tear
for a man I stopped loving a long time ago, but never really hated
either. I learned that today.

My hand tightens around hers, so much that
I’m sure I’m hurting her. But if I let it go, I’ll fall off the
Brooklyn Bridge.

The glands by my jaw feel just about ready to
explode.

She rises. And her lips meet mine. Slowly.
Dryly.

The swirl of the earth slows down,
microscopically, but discernibly. The noise in my head softens by a
miserly decibel.

She kisses me again. Runs a hand across my
cheek. I clutch it. Press my lips into her palm. I’m grateful for
it. For her. For this anchor in a spinning world. I bring her
closer to me. Drown my lips in hers.

“
We don’t have to do this now,” she
says.

“
No. We do. We really, really
do.”

Blaze Ryleigh

Tremulous blue eyes struggle to connect with
mine. I press my palms to his cheeks, feel the heat of his breath
in my mouth. It’s a quivering breath. Afraid. Alone.

Left with nothing.

“
I know you,” I say.

His chin trembles, but he fights the
sorrow back.

It’s OK
, I think. But I don’t say it with words.
I say it with actions.

I turn, move over to my sofa and pull out
the bed. I lie on it. Rest the back of my head on my
arm.

And I wait for him.

He stands from his seat, takes off his
blood-marred sweater in one motion. Throws it on the ground. I ease
off my pants. “I need to clean up,” he says.

“Yes, you do.” I smile at him, and try and
fill it with all the warmth I can find.

While he’s gone, I look out my windows. I
look at Savannah’s apartment. And I think about her. And I think
about Xavier.

And Gavin.

Mad-Ass-Hat
.

Forget
’em all
, I think.

When Deck returns, I’m on my stomach,
hugging my pillow. He’s behind me now, talking in my ear. “You OK?”
he asks.

Croaky voice, I say, “Yeah. All’s good.” I
reach out my hand to his behind me. “All’s good when I’m with
you.”

H
e releases his fingers from my grip, takes off my top,
slides his hand under my belly. Twirls my naval. Kisses my ear,
runs an unsteady tongue down my neck.

Shivers run down the side of my
body.
Like a
Speed Rush
.
Only...real.

I feel the wetness of his eyes down my
shoulder.

His left hand eases over my butt, and my
need for him triples. Quadruples. Tightness grabs me, engorges me.
Fills me with moisture as I wait for his manhood to caress my
mound, and then enter me.

I hear myself whimper with every slow
motion of his. Every calculated kiss, now on the nape of my neck.
My spine. His hand simultaneously caressing my butt-cheek, above my
underwear. Then, inside it. He grips that cheek, then eases the
hand around, over my hips, and under...

Above, his lips make it to my ear, to the
stars on my neck. His breath warms my skin.

Below, gentle fingers press up on my
swollen lips. And my legs instantly widen. Just one tip of his
finger enters me. A squeak escapes me. My skin burns. My breathing
goes hot and my hand stretches out to his ass behind me. I push him
toward me, feel his hardness against my ass, my lower
back.

He rubs himself against me. “Take them
off. Your pants. Take them off.” I say. “I want to feel you on me.”
I tug at his belt behind me. He undoes his buckle,
undresses.

I turn to see him, large,
erect. His tip moist and
calling.

My mouth can’t reach his soon enough. I
swallow his tongue, clutch his hair.

I haven’t told him I will. Haven’t told
him I won’t. But when his fingers loop into the seam of my
underwear and push it down, I just let him do it.

When the tip of his shaft touches my
clit—skin on skin—I almost snap.

Instinct takes over me. I put my hands on
his shoulders and push down, lift my right leg, then my left,
widen, and I wait for him to dip inside me...

This is how it should
be
.
This is what I always thought
it should feel like to wait for it
.
The feeling that it can’t happen soon enough.

But he stops.

He gets off me, goes to the edge of the
bed, picks up his jeans and pulls out a wallet. My eyes scan the
mad riot of colors on his heavy-duty arm. It sends an ache of need
into my stomach. I throb. Wetness seeps onto the insides of my
thighs.

I put my feet on the bed, knees to the
ceiling, still wide open. And happy to be,
comfortable
to be...

He rubbers up, and I don’t tell him I’m on
the pill, because exchanging words now is the last thing I want to
do. When he’s done, I use all my strength to push him down onto his
back. And I straddle him.

He stares at me with red and blue eyes.

On my knees, over him, I bend down and give
him one final kiss before we finally become one.

With my tongue inside him, and his inside
me, I stretch down below, grab the hardness of his shaft.
And
I put that inside me
as well.

The
certainty of an approaching orgasm hits me instantly, a
chugging train in the distance. Unstoppable now. Inevitable. My
head slumps. My mouth widens and exhales hot air. I gasp. My
shoulders drop. And now, my hands on his own shoulders are not to
keep him down, but to brace myself up.

I lose touch with my senses, except down
below—there I feel everything, every movement, every tug and
tightness, every rub. Inside me. I feel him pulsing, pushing,
thrusting right up to the top of me. Scraping the sides of my walls
like a bow to a screeching violin, tightening me up with every
motion.

I’m
a balloon with a flame on its side, just too far to not
instantly burst it. Just close enough to know it’s gonna happen
definitely. So soon.

Declan takes over. Soon, all I know is
that my head’s bouncing, my breasts are bouncing, my body’s being
slammed up and down. His cock feels larger and larger as it impales
into me. My ass loses contact with his legs on the upward thrust,
then lands again on them on the downward motion.

It’s mad. It’s wild. It’s out of control.

It’s fucking
incredible
.

I lose control of my voice. I start
moaning. I bit my lips, pant.
My eyes are open, then they’re closed.

Slam. Slam. Slam. SLAM!

His hands
push down on my shoulders. Barometric pressure
builds. All the muscles in my face scrunch up.
Oh god just go over the fucking
edge now!
“FUCK. Oh,
god. Deck, baby. Oh, this is so good. Oh, my goodness, sweetie. I—
I—”

It’s not happening yet.
So close. So
close!
Fire rages inside
me. Flames lick at my skin and my pussy, cutting me deep inside and
pummeling my nerves—

“Blaze! Blaze, look at me!”

I open my eyes. Declan’s own eyes stare at
me with such intensity that all I can think of is a song. “Declan.
Declan. Deck...you light me up, baby. You light me the fuck
up!”

He thrusts.
Up
. And holds himself there, ass not touching the
bed.

I dangle in the goddamned air, his cock
spearing so deep into me, my hamstrings not touching my calves, my
hands on his chest and...and...and... “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurgh
GOD—”

My eyes shoot open.

I stop breathing.

...

Snap.

Declan Cox

In a world where everything turns black,
where wounds fester and loss reigns. Sometimes there is beauty.

Real beauty.

The kind you expect in a Heaven or in any
of the Paradises you hear about when growing up. The kind that
shines its light across a cold and barren desert. The kind that
sings like an angel across a cacophony of screeching wails of pain
and sadness rising from the murkiest depths of a filthy
hell.

Blaze is that beauty.

Her body detonates. Her repetitive cries of
orgasmic release are intermingled calls of both pain and joy. She
wraps an elbow around my neck, presses her temple against mine as
the tidal wave rips into her.

We’re falling down a waterfall, and all we
have is each other to hold onto before we hit the rocks
below.

Her pussy clutches my cock again and
again, and soon, I fire. Torrents of pleasure flood out of
me,
bam,
bam, bam
. I almost snap
her I’m holding her so tight. So tight that I feel two of her
vertebrae press hard into my left wrist.

I roar.

Her screams are ecstasy.

Our mutual calls are cello and violin.

She pulls my hair, meets my lips with hers
so forcefully that it cuts the inside of mine.

It feels like it will never end.

Our moistened chests slide against each
other. I try reach down to lick her nipple, bite it, but she won’t
let go of me. Grips me on the neck too closely.

In the end, it’s just a light shiver from
her, and the occasional pulse inwards, tightening my shaft once
again.

And then it’s over.

She rocks on me, eases back.

I look at her: My riot grrrl princess. My
fire.

I lie back. Our mouths meet and her tongue
can’t reach deep enough inside me. I flip her over, not taking
myself out of her.

Because it feels like I’ve wanted her
forever.

And I’m not done having her.

THE
BEGINNING
...

Blaze Ryleigh

The sensation
is one of falling, being with Declan. Falling off a cliff, a
waterfall, a building? Falling in love?

If we fall, we fall
together
, he said to
me.

Do I hold on?
Do I let go? Will I hit the ground? Will I bounce off a trampoline?
Take a dive into a refreshing pool?

You know how
you never see yourself hit the ground in bad dreams?

The beginning
and the middle are always good. It’s the end we worry about.

But what’s
happening with us now is no lie, it’s the truth. Will it last? I
sense it will, even if it ends. Because I’ll never forget Declan,
no matter what happens to us, no matter where he goes. He’ll always
be with me, in my heart, in my soul.

So,
is
it a lie? That we will be together forever?

I guess it is,
and it also isn’t. No matter which way you look at it. Because
nothing lasts forever.

It’s most
truthful damn lie I’ve ever heard.

Sometimes life hits a st
asis where everything is fine for a
moment, a minute, an hour.

A day
?

But people don’t disappear, enemies don’t go
away, the past doesn’t climb under a hole and bury itself. Quite
the contrary.

You’ve met some people in this
tale, a
lot
of people—Titty-Toting Tatiana. Tolek Two-Face.
Gina the Girlfriend. Mad-Ass. Dino “Big Brother”
Moretti...

They all come back.
Each one of them.

And each causes trouble.

A lot of it. I can promise you that. I
tell no lies. Because the past cannot lie, it’s only the future
that does. And the past always catches up. Sometimes slowly,
sometimes faster. But it
always
catches up...

We’re in
a stasis now. Things are fine. Things are
OK.

N
ow.

But
stases never last long... It’s just the nature of the
beast.

The Bastid

The story of Declan and Blaze continues in
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Notes on research and other comments about
this story will appear at the end of Book Three.

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