More Than Lies (More Than #1)(91)

“Leave him out of this.”

“Fuck that. Answer the goddamn question. Are you fucking both of us?”

“Why should I answer that? God knows I don’t want to know who else you’re screwing on the side.”

“No one.” I yell getting closer to her face.

“Oh,” she laughs sardonically. “So, I’m convenient for you. You don’t have to work for it any longer since I’m always available. Is that it, Shawn?” She shakes her head. “You know what, don’t answer that. Move. I’m done.”

“What the hell are you talking about? I’ve been under the impression we were having a good time. Great sex every night and every morning. Is my dick not enough for you? You need Jared’s, too?”

Her palm connects with my face, but instead of it pissing me off or shocking me, it lights a fire straight to my cock. As quick as my hand will move, I grab a handful of her hair at the back of her neck, yanking her face forward until our lips connect. Her mouth opens for me immediately, allowing my tongue access to enter. She sucks my bottom lip between her teeth when I retract my tongue. She bites down, not soft, but not too hard either.

She slides off the edge of the freezer so I have to step back to allow her feet to fall to the ground. Tara goes for my belt buckle. When she has it undone she pops the button of my jeans and then lowers the zipper. We are both in a frenzy.

Releasing her hair, I flip her around so that her back is to my chest. I reach down, grabbing the hem of her skirt and pull upward until it’s seated at her waist. Next, I jerk my jeans and boxers down my legs at the same time. I need inside her, and I need in her now.

“Bend.” She obeys, leaning over the deep freezer, which pushes her ass out, angling it just the right way. I fist my hard cock in one hand and pull her panties to the side with the other. I ram in harder than I ever have before, taking her hard.

“Ahhh,” she gasps when I’m all the way inside. Her walls tighten around me when I start to pull out. “More.”

“Don’t worry, baby, I won’t be done with you until you know you are mine.” I ram in again. Releasing her panties, I take both of her hips into my hands for control. I push her away and then yank her back until her ass bruises my groin with the force.

When I push her away she clamps down on my cock causing me to suck in air through my mouth. I love and hate when she does that. It feels amazing, but I can’t last for shit when she does it multiple times on purpose. She knows how to milk me, and she’ll milk every ounce out of me if she can.

“Faster,” she pants. “Harder.” My speed increases on her demand, pushing in and out harder than the last. She is coming, but I know she’s clamped down on her lip to keep herself from screaming. I do the same as I come inside her, because right now if I open my mouth, the whole fucking bar will hear me.

I still both of us, pressing myself against her to catch my breath. Fuck me that was good. Better than it has . . .

“Fuck.” Holy shit. I did not . . . “Tara.” I’m still inside her and scared shitless. What am I supposed to do now?

“Move off me.” The heat in her voice has returned. Does she not realize what we did? I pull out, looking down, my dick is wet with our cum. My head is mixed with being turned on again by the glistening image of us, and terrified because I’ve never had sex without a condom.

She twists around as she fixes her panties in place. We both look up at the same time then her expression changes.

“We didn’t use protection.” She is as shocked as I was moments ago.

“No shit.” The asshole comeback probably could have remained unsaid.

She pulls her skirt down in place and I pull my boxer briefs and jeans up my hips. I button and zip up.

“I get the depo shot regularly, we’re fine. Well, at least you are. Please, Shawn, please tell me you’ve never had sex without one before now.” Does she think I’m that stupid? Definitely shouldn’t verbalize that with the look she is giving me.

“No, I haven’t. What’s a depo shot?”

“Birth control. Okay, then.” Her voice rubs me the wrong way and I don’t know why. Good that she’s on birth control though because I want to do that again. I grab her in my arms and pull her closer.

“Does that mean we can do that again without anything between us?” I turn a smile on her.

“We won’t be doing that ever again, with or without a condom. Move.” My smile falls. What the fuck? That shit was good . . . great, and I know she thought so, too.

“Come again?” She can’t be serious. Jared. Did his words get to her? Does she believe him? Surely I’ve shown her repeatedly just how much I want her.

“I’m done with this.” She points back and forth between us. I’m speechless. “I’m done being just a convenient fuck for you. I’m done being the woman you want only for sex, but not to date, and not the one you want anyone else to know you’re seeing. I’m better than being someone’s dirty little secret.”

“Tara, you aren’t. I don’t see you as any dirty secret.” Where in God’s name did she come up with that bullshit?

“Don’t lie to me.” She shoves me backwards. My mind can’t wrap around any of this, so when she pushes me I stumble backwards several steps. “You said yourself you didn’t want anyone to know we were seeing each other. You’ve told me that several times. The morning we woke up in bed together after we came home from Tupelo after Trent’s funeral, you said let’s keep ‘us’ to us.”