Tell Me Pretty Lies(73)

We jump into Holden’s Range Rover and pull out of the parking lot, making the short drive to Whittemore. Thayer’s Hellcat is parked in the circular driveway and Holden pulls up behind it, throwing the car into park before looking over at me.

“How’s your hand?”

“It hurts,” I grumble.

He chuckles, stepping out of the car. I open my door and jump down, my shoes crunching against the gravel as I follow Holden up the steps. He heads straight for the kitchen where Thayer stands at the counter, eating a sandwich.

“The fuck happened?”

“Shayne punched Taylor in the face,” Holden says with all the glee of a five-year-old tattling to his mom.

Thayer’s eyebrows jump, his expression amused.

“She deserved it.” I shrug.

“She had it coming,” Holden agrees, reaching over to steal the remaining half of Thayer’s sandwich, but he smacks his hand away.

“What’d she do?”

Holden relays what happened from the locker to the comment about Grey, and Thayer’s dark green eyes meet mine in silent question. I shrug. I don’t think she actually knows about us. I think she’s bitter that I’m in their good graces again and threw out a rumor that just happens to be true.

“You good?” Thayer asks.

“Of course.” I gnaw on my lip, nodding. Why wouldn’t I be good? It’s not like I’m having a secret affair with my ex-stepbrother who thinks my actual brother killed his brother while someone is out to get me, and catty bitches are calling me brother fucker in front of the entire school.

I’m fine.





Thayer



The moment Holden walks out the front door, I’m heading up the stairs, seeking Shayne out. I hear the shower running and slip inside the steamy bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I planned on talking to her about what went down at school, but the moment I see her standing there naked, her back to me as the water pours over her, I lose all coherent thought.

She’s fucking beautiful. So different, yet so similar to the girl who moved in three years ago. She’s stronger, but still vulnerable. Confident, but humble. Hot as fuck, but inherently innocent. As if she can sense my thoughts, she glances at me over her shoulder.

“Thayer!” Shayne scolds me, whipping around, bringing her arms up to cover her chest. Water from the shower ceiling falls around her, dripping from the ends of her hair, droplets hugging her curves as they slide down her body. She’s fucking perfect.

“He’s gone.” I strip down in record time, and Shayne’s gaze falls to my cock, realizing I’m already hard. I walk up behind her, cupping her tits as I dip my head to kiss her neck. She shivers, leaning into me.

“Turn around,” I murmur against her skin.

She does as I say, eager for what I’m about to give her. Dropping to my knees, I bring my face level to her smooth pussy and pull my lip rings between my teeth, admiring the view.

“Lift your leg.”

She does, propping her foot against the built-in bench. I run a hand up the back of her other leg, bringing my lips to her inner thighs. My teeth nip at the soft flesh, teasing, never going quite where she needs me. Shayne loses patience, spearing her hands through my wet hair, and jerks me toward her. Fuck, that was hot. When my tongue slides against her little clit, she bucks against me, unable to keep still. I groan into her, taking her foot and placing it on my shoulder. Sliding my palm over her ass, I hold her to my face, licking and sucking until her legs are shaking with the need to come.

“Turn around,” I order in a strangled voice.

Breathless, she does as I say, and then I plant a palm on her back, pushing her forward.

“Ass out. Hands on the wall.”

Shayne arches her perfect heart-shaped ass out and I slide my hands over her flesh, squeezing. I spread her, leaning in to lick her. Shayne jerks away with a gasp, not expecting it, but I hold her hips in place. I lick her from clit to ass and everywhere in between. She moans the sexiest fucking sound, pressing her tits against the shower wall, and I know she’s so drunk on the feeling that she’d let me do just about anything.

“You gonna let me do whatever I want?” I ask, my voice thick with lust. She tenses at my words.

“Not that.”

I laugh against her thigh. “I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

“Okay.” Her voice is barely above a whisper.

I flip her around once more, her back against the wall, and slip a finger inside her pussy.

“Yes,” she says as my mouth comes down on her clit as I fuck her with my fingers. It’s not long at all before her movements speed up, becoming frantic. I know she’s about to come, so I slide a finger to her back entrance. Shayne tenses up again, but I rub at her as my mouth works her clit. Soon, she’s pressing her ass against my finger, wanting more. I gladly give it to her, gently working my middle finger into her ass.

“Oh, fuck,” Shayne gasps, and I look up to see her eyes squeezed shut, lips parted.

She’s so tight around my finger. I go slow at first, letting her get used to it, but then I move faster as I pull her clit into my mouth, sucking hard. Her taut, little stomach tightens, and her body locks up with her impending orgasm just as I slide my index finger inside her pussy.

She screams—literally screams—and her legs give out. I use my forearm to pin her to the wall, keeping her upright as I pump into her. She contracts around my fingers, legs shaking, as my tongue laves her clit.