LIE (Right Men Book 1)

by Mayra Statham

  “Take your top off for me, Gracie,” his deep voice rumbled. Her lips lay gently over his. Not kissing him. Just resting there. They shared the same air for a moment before she pulled away. His hands held her tightly under her heavy breasts. Waiting to see her topless.

  He watched, fascinated by the sight of her raising her top up over her arms and over her head then throwing it down by their feet without caring where it landed.

  Her breasts were round and full and made his mouth water. Her nipples were tightly budded surrounded by her dark brown areolas. He fell to his knees so that, with their height difference, her bountiful breasts were at the perfect reach. His hands held her roundness as he pulled the tip for her nipple into his mouth. He smiled at the soft sound of her gasp. He sucked, nipped, and laved the beautiful, dark peak before moving his attention to the other and repeating his devotion. Her soft moans and whimpers filled the room, kindling his own need.

  His dick strained against his pants, and he unbuckled and undid them one-handedly as he teased her sexy tits. He loved the taste of her skin, the sounds that escaped her.

  When his pants were undone, he quickly took his shirt off and let his hands cup her heavy breasts again. He looked up just in time to see her back arch and her head fall back as he toyed with her, rolling her tightened nipples, his fingers twisting gently. Her soft hands fell to his bare chest, and he bit the inside of his bottom lip. Shit. He loved her touch. Her warmth. He couldn’t wait to feel more of it.

  “Marc…” she panted as he kissed around her areolas, ignoring her nipples.

  He ignored the way she tried to get them into his mouth, even if it did make his mouth water with need. He shook his head. “Be good, Grace,” he ordered huskily, grabbing her wrists and holding them behind her so that it would push her tits into his face. His face in between her breasts, he breathed her in fully. Her scent surrounded him as he started his descent south.

  “Marc…” she breathed again and opened her legs for him without him having to tell her. He licked her stomach.

  “Good girl,” he complimented, feeling a bead of cum at the tip of his dick.

  She looked so fucking good in front of him. Fucking beautiful. He let his free hand move down her lower back to her ass, where he squeezed the plump flesh tightly. “You mine?” he asked, realizing he was out of breath and more on edge than he ever could have imagined being.

  “Baby…”

  “Are you mine?” he growled, letting go of her wrists. Her hands automatically went back to his shoulders. His fingers moved to her front, pulling the gusset of her panties.

  “Yes,” she moaned when he slipped his finger into her. He groaned.

  She was so damn wet and slick he slipped right in. She opened her legs further. He squeezed his eyes tightly and breathed her in. His nose nuzzled her mound. She was like fucking ambrosia. Her scent was sweet, and tangy, and completely feminine.

  He opened his eyes and looked at her sex. So damn pretty. Her dusky rose skin glistened with her wetness. Her depths were warm and wet as he worked his finger in and out of her, imagining what she would feel like when he was finally inside her. Looking up at her, her dark, murky pools filled with desire.

  “Put your leg up here.” He patted the edge of the chaise behind him but saw her hesitation. “What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?” Stopping would kill him and give him the world’s worst case of blue balls, but he would.

  “No. Its’ just…”

  “What?”

  “The lights. I’m naked and….” The panic rose in her voice. He kissed her lips lightly and parted her but kept their eye contact. He tugged his pants off, taking his boxer briefs along with them, then kicked them off and away to the side. He leaned down to take off his socks, discarding them without another thought.

  “I’m naked.”

  “You’re beautiful naked,” she whispered, and his lips twitched because she hadn’t looked down at his body.

  “You’re magnificent naked,” he told her. She started to shake her head, but he stopped her with a look. His hands moved to her waist, and she stood straighter. Achingly slowly, he dragged her tiny, sexy, black thong down her legs, letting them pool at her feet.

  “Marc…”

  “Shh,” he whispered as he moved his face into her neck, breathing in her scent and licking her skin. “Your smell…” He nuzzled her neck with his nose, and she pulled her head back, giving him space. “Your taste…” He nipped the bottom of her earlobe and heard the sharp intake of breath. “Your skin…” he growled, “You drive me crazy, Grace.”

  “Please,” she whispered

  “Please what?”

  “I…”

  “Please what, Grace? Come on, baby. Talk to me. I love your sexy voice. Be my good girl, tell me what you want.”

  “I want more, Marc,” she moaned when he let his hand fall back down to the back of her thigh then raised it up to cup her ass as he walked them backwards toward her bed.

  “You don’t have to worry about that.” He grinned at her. “I’m going to give you more. Lots more, sweetness,” he whispered against her neck, feeling the tightness of her nipples scraping against his skin. He licked her there, loving the way her pulse beat heavily under his tongue.

  The back of her thighs hit the back of the bed. He looked at her, tilting his head. Without a word, she handed over her trust. He was sure she didn’t even realize what she was doing. But fuck, it did something to him. His chest felt like it seized somehow and flipped right side in.

  He watched as she laid her sweet body onto the middle of the mattress.

  Waiting for him.

  Trusting in him.

  The powder-blue comforter behind her made her tan skin stand out like an angelic golden hue around her. He knew he’d never forget what she looked like in that moment.

  Naked, her hair thrown behind her, in dark chocolate-like cascades. He breathed in deep, her scent and perfume filling the room, mixing with his own, and it was the best thing he’d smelled. Ever.

  Her dark eyes were hungry as she finally took her fill of him. He could feel her heated gaze on his skin like a touch. She’d seen him in movies and on magazine covers; shit, even at the photo shoot.

  But right now, he was real. Not an actor. Not a fucking superhero or cover model. Just him. Standing nude in front of her. He wondered if he met her expectations.

  “I think I had a dream like this once,” she said, snapping him out of his momentary insecurity. His lips twitched.

  “Really?”

  “Mmm.” She smiled dreamily. “After that season finale of that one show you were in.”

  “Really?” His lips stopped twitching, because he was smiling now as he got into bed with her, draping his body over hers, lifting his body with his elbows, trying not to give her all his weight.

  “I didn’t think real life could be better than dreams, Marc,” she whispered as she held his face in both her hands, and without thinking, he spoke.

  “Is it?” he stupidly blurted and watched her blink. Then her face melted into a smile.

  “Oh, yeah,” she saucily answered with that sexy grin on her face. He kissed her. Hard.

  His hands moved to her center, and she spread her legs for him. His body between her legs, he couldn’t wait. She whimpered his name as he lined himself up against her sex, and when she begged for him, he lost control. Entering her in one swift thrust, he heard her gasp and cursed, holding his body tightly still.

  “Marc,” she gasped, and he cursed.

  “Fuck.” Smooth. “Fuck, baby I’m so sorry… shit…” He held his body deathly still while he took a shuttered breath. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to keep his shit together. He needed her to get used to the feel of him. Judging by the tightness of her sweet pussy, it had been a while. She was tight and warm. He knew he wasn’t small by any means, and that wasn’t his ego talking, just the truth.

  He silently prayed to the Gods above he wouldn’t embarrass himself. He’d never be
en a one pump chump, not even when he first started having sex. But damn it, she felt great. Amazing. She dropped her hands from his face, settling them beside her own face on the mattress. His hands instinctively joined hers. Fingers intertwined together, their gazes connected. He felt a bead of sweat at his brow. He leaned his face down above her and watched her eyes stare into his. Dark pools gazed back at him. She nodded, trying to encourage him to move, but he hesitated. He didn’t want to hurt her.

  “I’m okay,” she whispered, reading his thoughts.

  “You sure?” His voice was strained. She bit her lower lip and nodded.

  “You feel good.” Her voice was husky. He breathed in deep, lowering his face into the warmth of the side of her neck, her lips by his ears. “I want you, Marc. I need more,” she whispered. Her voice was just as fucking sexy as the rest of her.

  He started to move in and out. Slowly. Gently at first. She gripped him tighter. Her slick heat held him so tightly he couldn’t help but moan. Shallow thrusts at first. Until he felt her legs move up and tighten around his waist, resting the heels of her sexy feet on his ass, pulling him in closer. That was all the encouragement he needed. He couldn’t help but pick up the speed. Thrusting in deeper, harder.

  Swiveling his hips, her felt her jerk up, meeting each of his thrusts. Their heavy breathing filled the room, mixing with the sound of their skin coming together. He felt a tingle at the base of his spine.

  “Babe,” he warned, but he couldn’t hold back anymore. He rutted in and out of her, her hips moving up to join his. Somehow her arms were wrapped up behind his shoulders. His face still at her neck, breathing heavily, trying to get her there before he came.

  “Marc, oh, yes…baby, don’t… don’t stop,” she begged in a throaty whimper. Stopping was the last thing on his mind.

  Her nails sunk into his shoulders, and he groaned at the exquisite feeling. He moved a hand to reach between them, right to where they were connected, rubbing her pretty little pearl of nerves. Fuck, the sounds she made were going to make him come. She bucked against him just as he ground into her sweet wet depths.

  “Oh, oh…I’m… I’m there, Mar…” she breathlessly whimpered, and he quickly moved his face from her neck, crashing his lips down on hers to stifle her cries, swallowing her moans of ecstasy as he felt her come. Shit.

  She felt like Heaven. Her sleek walls spasmed around him, gripping him even tighter. Milking him. Strong contractions pulsed around him, a gush of warmth flooding around him, and he couldn’t hold on anymore.

  He let go. His body felt tight one second, the next as if he were in a free fall off a cliff. Cumming harder than he ever had, he groaned his release against her lips, biting her lower lip as his seed erupted out of him, coating her silken depths.

  Spent and satisfied, he kissed her, holding his still hard dick inside of her. She kissed him back. Her hands tangled in the back of his hair. He pulled away from her hold to look down at her pretty, flushed face. Without a word he lifted his body slightly. His eyes raked in the sight of her bared breasts, the swell of her tummy, the flare of her hips all the way till he reached to where they were still connected.

  Every nerve ending felt as if it was awake and sensitive. Her hands moved to his on the mattress.

  “Fuck, we look good together,” he hoarsely told her and felt her body shift so that she could look. The moment was intimate and sexy, and just theirs.

  Their gazes met. Dark chocolate eyes on his blue. She had a satisfied smile on her sexy lips he wanted to put there often. Tenderly, he leaned in and kissed her. He draped his body over hers for a moment as they caught their breath. She held on tightly. Her legs were now wrapped around him, her arms holding on to his shoulders like they were afraid to let go.

  “That was…” he started to whisper against her lips but didn’t have the words to describe what that had been.

  “I know,” she whispered back, bringing his lower lip into her mouth to give a swipe with her tongue. “You’re dangerous, Mr. Wright.” The heaviness of her comment didn’t fail to elude him.

  He slipped out of her and rolled onto his back, pulling her to his side. “Why do you say that, Miss Rivera?” he asked, feeling her lips on his chest.

  “You’re making it close to impossible not to fall for you.” She laid it all out for him. He was glad.

  “Good,” he retorted, stroking her hair with his hand. He wanted her to fall for him. Hard. Because he was a fucking goner. She rested the side of her face on his chest and curled into him.

  “Marc…”

  “Hmm?”

  “I…” He shifted and looked at her, catching her shake her head. “I need to go clean up.” He knew she was lying. She was going to say something else but had changed her mind.

  “Okay.” He watched her roll out of his arms and followed her, bumping into her luscious ass when she stopped and glanced up over her shoulder.

  “Where are you going?” she asked with a nervous giggle. He kissed her shoulder, his hands wrapping around her ribs, poking her ass with his semi-hard cock.

  “I’m going to scrub your back,” he whispered against her warm skin before standing straight and looking down at her. “Though, I have a feeling I’m going to dirty you up all over again in there.” With a wink, he pushed her into her bathroom and started the warm water.

  ***

  After a very long shower, one that ended with them having to hurry to end when the hot water ran out, he dried her off with a thick, bright pink towel and dressed her back into the grey pajamas he’d helped her discard earlier, mentally noting to order her some more.

  Now cozied up in bed, her body next to his, he played with the still damp tips of her hair.

  “Marc.”

  “Hmmm”

  “Do you do this a lot?”

  “What?”

  “Date real people.”

  “Real people?” He shifted to look at her.

  “You know, not people in the industry.”

  “Technically, if you sign, you’ll be part of that industry.” He tried to be funny but realized it was a mistake when she stiffened in his arms. “I didn’t mean it like—”

  “I know,” she whispered against his skin, and he was glad he’d only put on his boxer briefs and not a shirt.

  “No. I mean, to answer your question, I don’t. I used to. When I first started out, I did.”

  “Almost fifteen years ago?”

  “Has someone been on Google?”

  “Maybe.” He could hear the smile in her voice. “What happened?”

  “Tabloids, gossip, television… and honestly, fame. I’m glad I was twenty when I started and not a total kid, but even then, I was still very young and stupid.”

  “Have you smartened up?” she asked softly as she pulled away to look at him. He met her dark gaze.

  “I like to think I have.”

  “But?”

  “No buts.” He smiled and leaned in to kiss her forehead. “It all got old. Everyone I started to see felt like a setup.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I don’t know. Like they were more into going out and being seen together than actually being together.” She ran her hands down his chest to his abs, feather-light touches that felt so damn good. Damn right. “You know I was with Katie Wells. That was the biggest sham of all. We broke up about six months before the rumor mill picked up on it. After her… I had a couple of one-night stands. Nothing I’m proud of. It was easy. Women gravitate to you when you’re famous.”

  “I bet,” she sarcastically chimed, but he ignored it so he could keep sharing. Wanting, no, needing her to know more about him.

  “I stopped all that shit. Before you. No lie, Grace, before your name was even mentioned, I had stopped with the partying and easy women.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it was getting old. I felt old. Hell of a lot older than I am. It was all bleeding into one another and wasn’t what I wanted from life.”

  She
drew random shapes on his chest. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine the drawings. His body was relaxed and loose in a calm way he had never experienced. He was feeling everything he was. His guard was down and his filter nonexistent, so he didn’t think before opening his mouth. “Tell me about Lexi.”

  “What?”

  “Her dad.”

  “Hmm…” She kept doodling, now over his heart. “I graduated from college and got my first real job. Kind of got it from interning there during spring and summer breaks. Anyhow, I met him there.”

  “Where?”

  “A radio station,” she shared, shifting her head till she got comfortable again, this time bringing her leg over his thigh, which he liked. He wanted to be her pillow. He wanted to be her comfort. “He was a producer that came in with musicians.”

  “What happened?”

  “Your typical ‘girl meets older, charming man, man and girl and a bunch of others party, and girl goes home with man’ set up.”

  “What does that mean?” he almost growled, wondering if the asshole had somehow hurt her.

  “A one-night stand with lifelong consequences.”

  “Does he know about her?”

  “Yeah.” She sighed. “I contacted him when I found out, and he said we’d figure it out. Three months later, he called saying he didn’t want kids.”

  “So what? He just pays child support?”

  “No,” she whispered. “I didn’t want anything from him. Gloria was pissed. He made more than enough and would have been able to help support Lexi. But I didn’t want that. I didn’t want anything looming over me, like a shoe waiting to drop if he would have changed his mind about wanting to be a dad. Her friend, MaryAnn, is a family lawyer. I had him sign away his paternal rights.”

  “Would have?”

  “What?”

  “You said he would have been able to support you and Lex.”

  “He died.” She shifted and looked at him. “Turned out he didn’t want kids or any kind of responsibility because he was a hot mess. Drugs, gambling, loan sharks. Suffice to say, his life was a train wreck.”

  “Did he OD?”