Tell Me Pretty Lies(68)

I step inside, gaping at the modern apartment that’s completely opposite from Whittemore. It’s an open floor plan with large glass windows spanning the entire wall. The living area consists of a single sofa and a TV mounted on the opposite wall. There’s a hall to the left and the kitchen to the right. “You live here?”

He kicks the door shut behind him. “Sometimes.”

“What else don’t I know about you?”

“When did you see him? The day you missed school?” he asks, ignoring my question. I suck in a lung full of air. I guess we’re doing this now.

I nod. “How did you kn—?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You went MIA, remember?” I snap before softening my tone. “And…I was afraid.”

“Of what?” he asks, his eyes void of emotion.

“Losing you,” I say honestly. “I don’t…”

“What?” His dark eyes bore into mine, waiting for my response.

“I don’t want to feel that again. And there’s just so much shit between us, between our families…I don’t see how this won’t end badly.”

Thayer steps forward, erasing the space between us. “Fuck our families. I just got you back. I’m not letting you go any time soon.”

“What?” My eyes snap up to his. “But what if Grey—?” I can’t even finish the sentence.

“Then we’ll deal with it.”

“So, what now?”

“Now, you walk your ass over to that table.”

Heat spreads through me at his words. I look up at him, questioning, and he pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it onto the sofa. I swallow hard, my eyes eating him up.

“Shayne.”

Right. Table. I pad over to the small rectangular black table, then turn around to face him, bracing my hands on the edge.

“Up,” he says, lifting me onto the tabletop. My palms land behind me to keep myself upright, my knees bent. Thayer’s hands glide up my legs and my breath catches when they dip under my dress. His fingers curl around my baby pink thong, sliding it down my thighs. He pulls it past my shoes before letting it fall to the floor.

“Spread your legs for me, baby.”

Thayer’s eyes are glued between my legs as I slowly let my thighs fall open, feet planted on the table. He brings a hand underneath my dress that’s bunched up at the top of my thighs, pressing his thumb against my clit. I gasp, my eyes falling shut at the sensation.

“Show me those pretty little tits.”

I lean forward, pushing down the straps of my dress before I pull my shirt off. Goosebumps break out over my skin and my nipples tighten.

“Lean back on your elbows.”

I do as he says as he unbuckles his pants, pulling a condom out of his back pocket before he pushes his jeans down his legs. He fists his length, stroking up and down as his hungry eyes look their fill. He hasn’t even touched me yet, and I’m practically shaking with anticipation. Wanting to break his control, to push him to touch me, I lick my middle finger before bringing my hand between my thighs. I use that finger to rub myself, and his eyes flare at the sight. I lift my knees higher, only the toes of my tennis shoes touching the table now as I slip my finger inside.

“You’re so perfect,” he mutters, and then he’s leaning in between my spread legs, capturing my nipple with his lips.

“Thayer,” I say, arching into his mouth. His teeth tug on my piercing and I hear the condom wrapper tearing open before he rolls it down his length. He helps me to my feet, then spins me around to face the table and I stumble forward, my hand holding on to the edge of the table as Thayer jerks my dress up over my hips. He lifts one of my knees onto the table, and then he’s pushing inside me, hands squeezing my waist as he groans in pleasure.

“I’m not letting you go,” he says again, his palm gliding up to lightly grip my throat, keeping my back to his chest as he snaps his hips forward. “But if I find out Grey did it, I won’t show him any mercy.”

“I know.”

He presses his lips to my spine, kissing me, and then he’s pushing my chest flat against the table.

“Good.”




“Why don’t you ever go to class?” I ask, coming up behind him as he stands at the kitchen counter, circling my arms around his bare torso. After Thayer fucked me on the table, we went at it twice more. Once on the floor, and once on his couch, right in front of the glass window. Sometime around nine o’clock, we realized we needed sustenance, so he ordered pizza. I’m sore and sated and sleepy, trying to soak everything in before we have to go back to reality tomorrow.

“It felt wrong.”

I press my cheek against his back, my hands flattening on his stomach as I wait for him to elaborate.

“Moving on with my life, going to college…Danny was supposed to be here for all of it. It feels like I’m leaving him behind.”

My thoughts drift back to when Valen said she hadn’t seen him for months. She was as surprised to see him in Sawyer Point as I was. “Is that why you came home?”

He captures my wrist, examining the faint lines the lightning left, his thumb rubbing across the sensitive skin. “I came back for you.”

“No, you didn’t.” I laugh. “You hated me.” Sometimes, I still think he might on some level. My biggest fear is that he’ll never be able to see me the way he did before the accident.