Truth Be Told (Blackbridge Security Book 4) Marie James (latest novels to read TXT) 📖

were thoughts of slow, passionate lovemaking. I never pictured fucking her in the middle of my gutted-out kitchen. Never considered the first time we came together again I’d be standing, urging her to bounce on my cock, but here the fuck we are.

“Goddamn,” I groan as she slides down the length of me.

Fuck, has a pussy ever felt so fucking good?

She whimpers against my mouth, and it’s the only thing that makes me pause a beat. She’s gripping me like a fist, and I haven’t given her enough time to adjust to me inside of her.

“Wait,” I beg when she rolls her hips, causing her to impale herself deeper. “Jesus.”

Her eyes are slammed closed, her lips parted, breath rushing out in uneven puffs against my mouth. With a bruising grip of my hands, I bounce her once, twice, a third time, controlling the movements, a little out then a lot back in as best I can until I’m inside of her to the fucking root.

Goddamn. Tight. Hot. Slick. Fucking heaven.

My balls are already drawing up, and I growl a warning to them against her lips.

I need a fucking bed to do this right. Silk sheets she can glide against. A pillow to tilt her pussy up so I know I’m hitting her right where her body needs me.

I have none of that, but from the way she’s moaning into my mouth, the swivel of her hips on the downward glide, and the way she’s grinding her clit on me says she’s not even going to need it.

“Get there, baby.” It’s more a warning that I’m about to explode than a true demand.

Shit. God, this is only going to take seconds. Is this the man I’ve become? First at the hotel where just her hands on me for five seconds had the power to make me explode?

“Now, Tin. Fucking now!”

She tenses, her body convulsing in my arms, pussy contracting, internal muscles rippling along the length of me.

And. I’m. Done.

My cock kicks inside of her, five forceful contractions resulting in the best orgasm of my life, hands down.

I pull my lips from her neck, rubbing them against her lips before licking at them.

“That was—”

“Can you put me down?”

“Not yet,” I say, pressing my smile to her… frown? I pull my head back. “Did I hurt you?”

She wiggles, untangling her legs from mine, and it forces me to let her go. She doesn’t meet my eyes as she begins to resituate her clothes.

“Tin?” No response. “Tinley!”

Her eyes find mine, and that frown is still on her pretty face. I hate the sight of it even though her cheeks are still tinted pink from her orgasm. She doesn’t say anything, and I hate how easily I can read people. My skills don’t rest in just spoken words, but body language as well.

What I was letting myself believe was the beginning of something amazing is only the end for her.

“So that’s what this is?” Her eyes dart away. “Get it out of our systems?”

Is she so damn stubborn that she thinks this is what I want? Was her riding my dick a thank you for purchasing and gifting her mother’s house to her? The possibility makes me sick, my stomach literally turning sour as I watch her straighten her shirt.

I know her body felt pleasure. She came too hard to deny that, but if her heart wasn’t in the same place mine was, that changes everything.

“Tinley!” I snap again, hands trembling to touch her but knowing it wouldn’t be welcomed right now.

“Yes,” she says, the word weak as she turns to walk toward the front door. “Getting it out of our systems.”

Then she leaves.

I don’t know how long I stand in the middle of the demolished kitchen with my dick out waiting for her to come back.

She doesn’t come back.

She didn’t take the check either.

Or the paperwork for the house.

But as I place them back into the envelope, I refuse to imagine a world where we aren’t together.

Chapter 32

Tinley

I’ve made more mistakes in my life than I care to admit.

Saturday, going to him, doing what we did was just another one to add to the list.

But I can’t stop thinking about it. Can’t stop living it again.

And it’s not just the sex that infiltrates my mind making it impossible to focus. Yeah, it was hot. Mind-blowing. The best experience of my life.

But it was also tainted with anger and lies and false hope.

Do you think that would stop me from fucking you if you offered?

He said those words to me shortly after showing up on my doorstep.

He’s a man. Sex is what they do. They wield it as a weapon, and despite it being damn good sex, it was a mistake. I knew it the second he tried to kiss me after I came. Before, all I could think about was him. How I needed him. How my body craved him. How he made me feel safe.

Then reality came slamming back into me.

I went there to confront him, not fuck him.

Best laid plans and all that.

“Mom?”

I snap out of my head, finding Alex already in the car with me.

“How was school?” I ask, wondering how long it’s been since the final bell rang.

They don’t have practice today, the coach giving them a few days off after the tournament from the weekend.

“I thought Dad was going to pick me up.”

“Nope,” I say as I put the car in gear and head out of the parking lot. “You’re stuck with me today.”

The drive is spent with Alex telling me about a fight that happened in the cafeteria at lunch. I’m just grateful he was a bystander this time and not in the thick of it.

I do my best to pay attention, hoping my random noises match up with the highs and lows of the story because I can’t concentrate to save my life right now.

I left the check behind because it feels like tainted money. Despite it being owed to me, it feels like it comes with