The Lies Between Us (The Devil's Dust #4)(26)

I stand up straight and shake my head.

“No, I can’t.” I can’t accept this. I don’t need this.

“Too late. It’s bought. It’s yours.” He dangles the keys in front of me. Emotion rises, causing a painful ache to fill my chest. I’ve never had anything this nice before; I’ve never had anyone as nice as Lip in my life before. I don’t deserve it.

“I have a car,” I defend.

“That is not a car; it’s a f*cking sled. Actually, I think I’ve seen sleds in better shape,” he insults. I roll my eyes and place my hands on my hips.

“Why?” I shrug and throw up my hands, tears filling my eyes. I don’t understand why this guy I barely know would do this for me.

His face softens, and he steps around the door. He cups my chin and grabs my hip, bringing me close.

“Cherry. I thought you’d like it.” His voice is low and rough, and my body spikes with arousal.

“I mean I do, but I don’t understand why you would get it for me. You don’t know me; I could be the worst person in the world.” I can’t help but chuckle. I’m saying this to a member of the Devil’s Dust.

“I bought it ‘cause I wanted to. I don’t need a damn reason to buy you something.” He pauses and blows out a tired breath.

“Yeah, but it had to cost a fortune.” God, she’s beautiful, though.

Lip shrugs. “It was money from my father’s will, and it’s good to know his f*cking life was good for something,” he scoffs. I shake my head and look down at my feet. I’m not sure what to even say to that. Lip obviously hates his father, so I guess we have something in common. “When I saw the bright red, it made me think of you.” My eyes flick from the car to him. He thinks of me? I’m not crazy. I’m not the only one sitting around thinking about the other.

“You think of me?” I blurt before thinking.

He smirks something adorable and rests his hands on top of the car door.

“I mean…” He pauses, looking at me with heavy eyes. “Yes, I think of you, and I can’t wrap my damn head around why.”

My eyes widen and my mouth parts.

“I love the way your lips part like that.” He steps up to me and feathers his index and middle fingers across my mouth. “You do it a lot, like you always have something to say. The way your upper lip perks, and your bottom lip drops in that sexy way, it does something to me,” he whispers, his head slowly dipping toward mine. I close my eyes, and my breath hitches in my throat.

His lips peck at mine, simple and sweet, my lips still parted. He kisses me again, this time more demanding and feverous. A fire sparks inside of my chest, my body an inferno of lust. I may dissolve into ash if I don’t feel the touch of him against me instantly. He smothers my insecurities, douses the walls I’ve built to protect myself. He makes me feel like it’s okay to open up and feel, to depend on another. I wrap my arms around his neck and hook a leg around him. He bites at my bottom lip and trails his lips across my jaw, his scruff burning my delicate skin. My breathing becomes labored, and my panties dampen. He nudges us toward the car then turns and sits down on the passenger seat, pulling me on top of his lap.

“All I’ve thought about today is my dick being inside of you,” he whispers, pushing my top up over my head. My breathing quickens, and my eyes search his hungry ones. My tits pop out of my bra, the nipples hardening as he runs his calloused palms along them. I loll my head back and sigh from his sinister touch.

“Damn, you’re perfect,” he whispers. Leaning forward, he sucks one of my beaded nipples into his mouth, the warmth shooting pleasurable sensations down to my toes. My fingers fumble to undo his pants; I need him to fill me, to bring me to the brink of oblivion. He shuffles them down to his knees, and just as eagerly, I pull my shorts and panties down to my ankles. I press each knee on either side of his hips and slowly lower myself onto his pierced length. The seatbelt buckle digs into my leg as his cock buries itself to the hilt. The heat of the summer makes sweat trickle down my back, and Lip’s shirt dampens from the sweat beading on his hard chest.

My head falls back and a sigh spills from my mouth as he fills me. A feral grunt leaves him as he drives into me with his hard cock.

“Fuck yes,” Lip hisses, his fingers digging into my hips to bring me up and down on top of his hardness. He leans forward and nips at the soft tissue of my breast, and my * clamps down on him in response. A low moan vibrates through my chest as he thrusts into me. I rock my hips and impale my nails into his shoulders. Knowing anyone could walk by and catch us makes sensations throughout my body awaken. I push myself up and down faster, wanting that feeling of bliss to overcome me. Lip runs his hands up my back and buries his face between my breasts. I hold onto his head, the hair soft and entwined between my fingers, his hips meeting each of my thrusts.

I feel at peace right now. Being so close to Lip, him inside of me, I feel like nothing in the world matters right now. Pressure builds in my core, and intense tingles rocket through my limbs.

“Lip,” I mutter, swirling my hips, his piercing hitting me just right.

“Cher-ry,” he draws my name out, filling me as he falls over the edge with me.

I fall against his sweaty chest, my head rising and falling with each of his heavy breaths.

“Does this mean you’ll take the car?” Lip pants. I smile and push myself up.