The Lies Between Us (The Devil's Dust #4)(22)

He slowly places me back down on the bed and pulls his boxers down to his knees.

Oh. Fuck. His dick is pierced. My eyes flick to his, and he smiles wolfishly, his expression full of ego.

“You on the pill?” he questions. I nod; I’ve been on birth control since I had Piper. Thankfully for me, they give those with low income—or, in my case, no income—free birth control.

“Good, cause condoms break every time I use ‘em,” he informs. My eyes widen with that statement.

He grabs my knees and positions the head of himself right against me. My heart beats wildly. What if it hurts?

I draw in a tight breath as he pushes the head of his dick inside of me. He stretches me as he pushes all the way in, and I whimper. It burns, my body not used to the size of him. However, the pleasure of him filling me binds with the ache of him stretching me. I can’t decide if I want to whimper with pain or moan with satisfaction.

He throws his head back and groans, the sound vibrating through his body. His palms slide along my thighs and up my stomach, the simple action causing the muscles in my stomach to tremble. He hisses between his teeth and applies just enough pressure on my left nipple that a deep, whole-body sigh sounds from my mouth.

He pulls his hips back slowly and thrusts forward, and my lips form an O as that feeling of bliss instantly starts to resurface.

He gently kneads my tit and lowers his body on top of mine, our bodies trapping his hand on my breast. I clench my eyes shut and don’t hold back, moaning as loudly as I can as pleasure erupts in my lower half.

“Damn, I love that sound,” he grits through clenched teeth.

His hips keep pulling back and driving forward, the barbell in the head of his cock hitting me just right. I try to breathe but the air just won’t enter my lungs as I ride the tide of my orgasm.

My body pulses and clenches around Lip as I come down from my cloud of ecstasy. He shudders on top of me, and his warm cum fills me.

Lightning strikes, lighting the room briefly. Our chests rise and fall rapidly as we just lay here in elation. He rolls over and pulls the sheet with him, covering his wet dick.

Awkward silence fills the room. I brush my hair away from my face and rub at my forehead. Regret surfs through me. What did I do? Why did I do that?

“You okay?” Lip whispers. It’s like he can read my f*cking mind.

“I don’t know,” I reply honestly.

He rolls over and pulls my bare ass against his still-hard cock.

“You’re something else, Cherry,” he whispers. I smirk as regret and second thoughts vanish. My brows narrow at the reaction, not sure what it means.

“Cherry? That guy you slept with before, is he the reason you’re hurting so bad?” Lip whispers into my ear. My body tenses, and my eyes widen. “I’d kill him, if it makes you feel any better.” I shift, turning to look him in the eyes, and find him staring right at me, dead serious.

“I’m not sad about him,” I sneer, shaking my head.

“Then what? What makes you cry at night?” he pushes, brushing hair from my face. I inhale a large breath. If I tell him about Piper, this could be over before it even starts, and I don’t need him trying to rescue me and making it worse in the end. Eric could hurt Piper just to keep her from me; he’s unpredictable.

“You’re right. It’s about him,” I backtrack. I mean, he is somewhat the reason I’m sad. “He just…he didn’t treat me right. He lied and betrayed me,” I continue, my brows slicing inward with anger the more I think about it.

“Where I come from, betrayal gets you six feet under,” he rasps. I roll back over and exhale. Obviously, my world and Lip’s world are incredibly different, because instead of Eric being six feet under, it was nearly me.

“He’ll pay his dues, Cherry.” Lip’s words come out as a promise, and I clench my eyes. I don’t respond, because I just want this conversation to be over.





CHAPTER FOUR


LIP


Sitting on the couch, I run my hands back and forth through my hair. My head is swimming with confusion this morning. I’ve f*cked dozens of women, but I’ve never felt whatever that was last night before. I’ve taken Bull’s and Shadow’s advice and tried not to come off like a f*cking Neanderthal toward Cherry. ‘Cause really, all I wanted to do last night was bend her over my bed and f*ck her stupid. But I didn’t; I was gentle. She’s so feisty, but deep down that heart of hers is made of a fragile element. She’s alone and has nobody to depend on. There’s something about her that draws me in. Maybe it’s the depths of sadness that pool in her eyes when she thinks I’m not looking. That alone makes me want to have mercy on her.

My compassion for her makes me step over the boundaries I usually set with other women. I blame her misery on my piqued interest in her. Leaning my head on the back of the couch, I sigh loudly. I don’t need this bullshit. This is going to confuse things badly. I have an omission, an undisclosed predicament that will drive more than a dagger in Cherry’s na?ve heart when it’s revealed. Clenching my teeth, I stand. I’m an outlaw, a f*cking outcast to society. I live by my own rules and thrive on my own demands; it’s what’s kept me alive so far. I need to set aside my infatuation and get focused.

Walking into my room, she’s just waking up, her freckled perky tits flashing briefly before she covers them up. Images of me sucking on those last night string behind my eyes, giving me morning wood.