Loving the White Liar (10 page)

Sitting at Jayden’s table a few hours later, I felt the undeniable sexual tension climbing between us as I continued to rattle on nervously. “And then there is Sabrina. She’s the third. I love her, but it seems her sole purpose in life is to resemble a walking identity crisis.” Jayden listened as I rambled on through a delicious dinner of fresh caught rainbow trout with almond butter and sautéed Brussels sprouts—which I’d hated until I’d tasted his.

“Molly is the youngest. She’s by far the most normal of us all, until you piss her off. Then she’s a downright outlaw. I think you would like her,” I muttered on nervously, sipping my amber beer and picking at the label. “And my mother...Lord, you two have so much in common in the kitchen. I should take you to brunch...you know...sometime down the road, or whatever. Anyway, that’s basically it.” I looked up to see a small smile on Jayden’s lips. He had his elbows on the table, his hands folded under his chin, and was leaning toward me. I hadn’t shut up since we sat down and Jayden, besides a question here and there, had only got a word or two in edgewise as he sipped his coffee, which was odd for him. Normally, he spoke a mile a minute.

“What?” I asked as he kept staring, his smile broadening with kept silence. I stood up with Jell-O knees and grabbed his plate. “I’m doing the dishes, and I don’t want any lip. Seriously, I want to pull my weight around here. Even if you have to go behind me because I didn’t use the correct brush or whatever, let me, okay?” I had learned in our short time together that Jayden’s ‘particulars’ were a must for him. But, it also meant he wasn’t letting me share in the weight of the workload.

He gripped my wrist and brought the plate back to the table in front of him then stood next to me. Pulse kicking into overdrive, I stood waiting as he brushed my hair back off my shoulder and he leaned over, gripping the back of my head gently as he whispered, “Are you nervous?”

“Yes,” I answered before he got the words out.

“I want to be inside you, Hilary. I want to see you come again by my fingers, my mouth, my cock.”

I moaned as his teeth gently gripped my lobe. “But I can wait as long as you need me to.”

“Please don’t,” I said, turning my head to look at him. He grabbed my hand, lacing my fingers with his, and walked us to his room. “I’m going to do the dishes and walk Trip. I want you in my bed naked when I get back.”

Oh, Jesus.

He turned me so my back was against the wall as he braced one hand next to my head while the other slowly started lifting my dress until it was over my panties and bunched in his fist. He stood there as his deep blue eyes washed my face in their color. I got lost in them. He leaned in, swiping his tongue over my bottom lip. “I lied when I told you I wasn’t sure what I wanted from you. I want
you
and tonight I’m asking you to give me what I want and tomorrow, too. And the day after. And the day after that. And the one after that. If that’s too heavy—”

“It was a white lie,” I murmured. “They are harmless.”

He let go of my dress, his hand still beneath it as his fingertips skimmed back and forth over my stomach. My eyes fluttered shut as his hand dipped down, skimming the top of my panties. A whimper escaped me as we stood face to face, my head tilted up as I admired my view. I’d come to know a few sides of Jay. Playful Jayden was adorable. Nervous Jayden was endearing. Affectionate Jayden was beautiful. But this Jayden...this Jayden was molten. I felt the warmth spread in my panties just as his fingertip swiped from the middle of my sex to my pulsing tip. He drew in a deep pull of air as he felt me ready for him. He added another finger, teasing me as he slowly slid them s against my sex. I stood paralyzed as he took my hand, guiding it down to the hard and ready bulge in his pants. I gripped him, and when I got a small amount of my senses back, I pushed his shirt up and dipped into his shorts, surprising him and getting one of my own as I felt his hard thickness in my hand. His impressive dick was pure steel covered with the softest skin I’d ever felt. We locked eyes as I gripped him tighter, strumming my thumb over his silky head and rubbing in the moisture leaking out of him. A gasp followed as his fingers entered me. His eyes still penetrated me as his fingers delved deeper. I moaned, arching my back off the wall as I gripped him tighter, seeing his lips part. He closed his eyes briefly as his soaked fingers ran through my sex, stretching and destroying me.

“Please,” I said, needing to feel him, unable to take any more.

“I have to walk Trip, or I would, baby. Get in there and get naked. I’ll be right there.”

“Ah, Ah,” I moaned out and crumbled as his fingers moved faster, my vision blurring with pleasure before the evidence spilled down my cheeks. Jayden froze as his fingers stilled.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said, arching my back further, begging him to resume his pace. “It’s absolutely perfect.” He brought his fingers to his mouth and closed his eyes as he tasted me. I looked down between us as I stroked his thick length, then let my eyes drift back to his, which were still closed as he cleaned his fingers.

In a flash of movement, he stopped my hand and turned me away from him, pulling my dress over my head. I stood in my panties—no bra due to my strapless sundress—as I waited. I wanted him to lose control, but he maintained, and all I could feel was his labored breath on my skin.

“Go,” he ordered as I took a step into the bedroom, turning back around so he saw me bared to him. He cursed, calling Trip’s name as he put distance between us. When he’d reluctantly walked out of sight, I retreated to his bathroom, my hands on either side of the sink as I took in my heated cheeks and swollen mouth. So
this
is what I looked like turned on to the point of becoming insane. I searched for a tube of toothpaste in his medicine cabinet, seeing a number of prescription bottles. Out of curiosity, I picked one up to study it. Lithium. I’d heard of the drug and knew it was strong. What the hell was he doing with this? I looked at the bottle and saw his name written across it. Jayden Albert Monroe.

I snorted as I put the bottle back, knowing I’d have to ask him about the medication later. There were several. I found a tube of paste and quickly did a quick brush with my finger, having left my overnight bag in the living room. The man had my dress and clearly wanted me a naked captive.

Who was I to argue? I slid my panties down and hung them on his doorknob. It was time for Hilary the Hussy to come out to play. I slid into his made bed, his soft sheets cool on my skin. I was on fire for him and the wait was agony. I didn’t measure the time. I only gauged the pain from the loss of him. Closing my eyes, I briefly imagined the thickness in his pants sliding into me. When I opened them, Jayden was at the foot of the bed slowly pulling the sheet away from me to uncover my body. I resisted the urge to cover myself as his eyes took me in. Once the sheet was at my feet then drifted to the floor, he lifted his shirt over his head as greedy eyes explored my naked form. I was peaking everywhere as he emptied his pockets, docking his iPod on the dresser next to him. Music filled the air as he lost his pants and then paused at his boxers.

“Spread your legs for me,” he whispered as it moved from his lips in a caress over my body. I let my legs fall open as he slid his boxers down, and I drank in his beauty from his Adam’s apple down his chiseled chest and beyond until it landed on his heavy cock. His kiss started at my ankle as he moved in a fluid motion, both hands staking claim on each of my legs in a gentle touch, molding and exploring as he slid to hover above me, his hands never stopping, sliding up my sides until he was cradling my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks.

“Birth control?”

“For twelve years,” I said breathlessly as he reached into the drawer next to us, pulling out a condom, keeping one hand on my face, his thumb stroking so gently I turned my head to nip it with my teeth and tongue. I looked back to Jayden and shook my head as he began to tear the package. “Are you safe, Jayden?”

“Always,” he answered, puzzled.

“Nothing between us,” I said adamantly. He caught on quickly.

“Are you sure?” I took the condom from him and tossed it aside. “I want to feel you.”

His other hand came back to me as I felt the heat of him between my legs. He leaned in, kissing me so deeply that I melted into the bed cradling my body. His kiss was gentle at first, but quickly turned hungry. I played into it at his pace, tasting, sucking until I was a painful mess of pure need. He slid his hand between us and as soon as I felt his fingers, my body shot off the bed and I cried out to him.

He trailed his kiss from my mouth down to my neck as his fingers stretched me. His lips paused at the divot in my neck, which he filled with his tongue before giving his attention to my peaked nipples. He sucked greedily, his fingers thrusting hard into me as I begged for the rest of him. I grazed my nails along his muscled back and gripped his ass just as he positioned himself at my entrance. The second our eyes connected, he thrust inside me. Jayden’s body tensed as he looked down on me. My eyes rounded in shock at the small amount of discomfort from his size and my long stinted dry spell, which was drowned out quickly and replaced by the intensity of our connection. Jayden looked down at me, lips parted, his breathing labored. His body completely taut, he asked me if I was okay. In reply, I wrapped my legs around him, spreading wider so he could sink in the rest of the way. He immediately started moving as our mouths met in a kiss filled with everything we weren’t saying. Every inch of me was covered in Jayden. My body skyrocketed with each of his movements as I praised him with whispered, heated words and a returned kiss. I gripped him tightly to me as his body slid against mine in perfect rhythm, as if we had always been lovers. Worshipping Jayden with my body, my sex tightened as I exploded around him. Jayden paused only briefly when I came, kissing me soundly before burying his head in my neck and pushing so deep I was screaming his name.

“Fuck, yes, Hilary,” he gritted out as he pushed in even deeper, swiveling and tilting his hips so I felt every hard inch of him. I burst around him again, gripping the back of his head and pulling his hair tight. After a lengthy, tongue-filled, heated kiss, he pulled away, sliding his arms underneath my body and pulling me to sit on his lap. He was still for only a moment and I was so full of him I choked on a sob as I began to move my hips, as he did his beneath me. We were face to face as I bucked my hips and held him tightly to me as the feeling in my chest took over.

“Jayden,” I cried, feeling everything from elation to fear to hope to love. He locked eyes with me and whispered, “I’m right here, baby, let go.”

I looked him right in the eyes and countered, “I will if you will.” He saw my vulnerability then and made a promise. “I already have.” I nodded as he took my mouth again and I fell freely into a feeling of complete and total bliss, giving him everything. He took it and with one last thrust he moaned and grunted out his release, gripping my head and catching my eyes to make sure I saw his were vulnerable as well.