Tell Me Pretty Lies(27)
“Why do you still come here, Shayne?”
My eyes dart to my notebook on the couch and he follows my gaze, zeroing in on it. We both lunge at the same time, but he’s faster. I jump on his back, his front flush with the couch, but he holds the notebook out of my reach and rolls over beneath me. Suddenly, I’m straddling him, breathing heavy, and I can feel him between my legs. My eyes snap up to his. Thayer’s nostrils flare, eyes narrowing into slits.
I swallow hard, leaning forward to reach for the notebook again, but he releases it, letting it fall to the ground with a loud smack. Hovering over him, I glance back down, seeing those dark eyes bore into mine. I don’t know what possesses me to do it, but I shift my hips, grinding against him to assuage the ache between my thighs. He bites down on his lip, pulling those two silver balls between his teeth, then hooks an arm around my waist, and before I know what’s happening, he’s flipping me onto my back and sliding in between my legs.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, bracing one hand on the arm of the couch above my head as he flexes his hips. I gasp, feeling his need pressing into me. He does it again and a moan slips free, my thighs falling open. “Fuck, Shayne.” His voice is raspy and tortured and I know he’s feeling it, too. That need that’s always there, right below the surface. I thought it would be gone now—feared it would be—with everything considered.
Our bodies do the talking as we start to move against each other. His mouth is so close to mine and we’re both breathing ragged, our lips brushing with each movement. His right hand kneads my chest through my shirt, and I gasp, feeling pain mixed with pleasure shooting straight to my groin.
“Do it again,” I all but beg. “Gently.”
Thayer only hesitates for a second before he loses the fight and circles his finger around my nipple, following the outline of the piercing. “Yeah, you’re not so innocent, are you, baby?” he teases. The throbbing between my legs intensifies and my mouth falls open as he repeats the motion to the other side. My hands fly to his shoulders, needing something to hold on to, but he captures both my wrists in his left hand, pinning them above my head.
“Yes,” I breathe, rocking into him as my inhibitions fly out the window along with my pride. I shouldn’t let him touch me like this after the things he’s said and done, but here I am practically pleading for it.
He shoves my shirt up my chest and I tense, halting my movements. “They’re still healing,” I explain. No matter how much I want his hands and mouth on me without the barrier of my shirt, I won’t risk it. I’m already pushing my luck letting it go this far.
“I’m just going to look.”
I bite down on my lower lip, suddenly feeling nervous, but I nod anyway. Slowly, he lifts my shirt, exposing my bare tits to the cold air. I shiver and he sucks in a breath at the sight. He dips his head, still holding my hands above my head.
“Thayer,” I warn, squirming beneath him.
“You have everyone fooled, don’t you?” he murmurs, bringing his lips to the underside of my breast, kissing the sensitive flesh. “They don’t know about this side of you,” he continues, grinding into me at the same time. “So innocent. So pure. But they don’t know what you like to do with your stepbrother in the dark.”
The pulsing between my legs intensifies in spite of his words, or maybe because of them, and I speed up my movements, close to the edge. He gives one last lick to the swell of my breast before moving to the other side, his free hand snaking around my waist, making me arch into him.
“Oh God,” I whisper as he grinds into me, his breath hot on my skin. All I can feel and smell and think is Thayer, and having him touch me like this is overwhelming me both physically and emotionally. I tremble beneath him, and I don’t know if I’m going to cry or come first, but I know I don’t want him to stop.
His open mouth ghosts across my nipple, barely grazing the tip, and when his piercing nudges mine, I tense up, falling over the edge. Thayer hooks a hand under my knee to lift my leg, slowly working me back down to Earth, and when I finally open my eyes, he’s hovering over me, still fully clothed in his hoodie and all, peering down at me with an inscrutable expression.
Reality crashes into me all too soon and I suddenly feel vulnerable and exposed and I hate it.
How can you simultaneously love and hate how a person makes you feel?
Without a single word, Thayer captures the key in his fist before yanking it from my neck. I gasp, not expecting it, and then he’s pocketing the string and pulling away from me to stand.
“Don’t lie to me again.”
Thayer
Fuck. Goddammit. I slam the front door, bypassing Holden and Christian groping some chicks on the couch in the family room, and head straight to my room upstairs. An image of Shayne lying shell-shocked and half-naked plays in my mind. I shouldn’t have allowed myself to be alone with her. I underestimated the effect she still has on me. She’s been fucking with my head since the moment she came back. She’s the only thing that gives me a distraction from this past year, but I can’t let myself forget that she played a part. Maybe. Fuck, I don’t know anymore. When she was gone, everything was so clear, and now? Now I don’t know which way is up. I don’t know what’s real. All I know is that I can’t let it happen again.