Filthy Lies

by Raine Miller

  She arched into my thrusts, rocking against me with every stroke, squeezing her tight little cunt even harder around my cock. I wasn't going to last much longer at this rate and she still hadn't answered me.

  "WINTER?" I roared, on the verge of losing it.

  "Come inside me…it's okay if you do. I am—I'm protected." She said the words softly, but my brain heard her as if she'd yelled it at me.

  As I got busy with the fucking, I knew it wouldn't be long before I erupted in her. But it was necessary for her to come with me. The friction of my metal dragging through her tight pussy was a pureness of pleasure to the point that I got lost in the sensation of being inside her. I wasn't completely sure of everything I said…or did to her.

  The tightening down low where our bodies connected surged upward and took over, superseding even my need to breathe. My fingers strummed her clit with precision, watching for her to fall over the edge with me. The first pulse arrived with a single low cry from deep from within her chest. She arched into me and convulsed around my cock, the shuddering movement making her beautiful tits quiver below me.

  The sight of her climaxing set me off like a volcano. Hot cum from down in my balls, spurted out of me and into her with every deep surge of my cock. Within the act itself, I knew I was marking her in my very essence from the inside out as belonging to me. My seed was in her now, therefore she was mine. Ancient caveman DNA residing deep within my lawyer's brain was very fucking certain of this most basic truth.

  I know I kissed her many times, and also said things I can't remember saying throughout the course of our night together. I made love to her again after we slept for an hour or two. The second time was not so frantic. The third time was in the shower and turned into a sweet and slow exploration for the both of us.

  After we were done with all of the sex, and I had her tucked in bed beside me for sleep, she told me something important before she drifted away in my arms.

  The words she spoke—they terrified me because I knew then that I'd played my hand to her.

  My heart now served at the mercy of another person for the second time in my life. And with that unfortunately came the knowledge of just how vulnerable my heart was of being crushed into nothingness again. If things ever went wrong with Winter Blackstone, it could happen. It would happen if I was not careful. So, I wouldn't take the risk of ever losing her. My ability to exist with a functioning heartbeat would depend upon that never happening.

  And as they fell from her soft, beautiful lips, her words also meant…everything…that was good and joyful, and full of hope.

  She said, "I love you too, James."

  Chapter Eighteen

  WINTER

  I woke to find his head between my legs and his tongue moving over my clit in the most delicious way imaginable. My first thought? This is the best James-dream I've EVER had.

  But it wasn't a dream. I could feel the grip of his hands pinning my thighs open down to the bed. And feel the pricks of his beard stubble to the very sensitive places up and down my sex. And smell the heady scent of James, mixed with the essence left behind from hours spent filthily and lovingly fucking. Because none of those things would happen in a dream even if it was good.

  So…no dream.

  All of those beautiful, wonderful things had happened…to me…last night—and were still happening to me right now. I was Sleeping Beauty awakened with a kiss from her prince. But my prince had done a lot more than kiss me last night. He'd claimed me in so many ways…and not only sexually. It had gone so much further in our hours together, and I was definitely a new woman this morning, feeling completely changed from how I'd lived before.

  As I started to fall over the edge into another climax, James knew. He could tell when it was happening, and he ramped up the intensity of his tongue action to make it so good for me. So GOOD. For me. I seized onto the burning heat that blasted my core, then rode the waves that flowed through my extremities as his mouth made sweet love to my clit. James knew how to do everything so right. I love him.

  After a time, I felt him moving me, my limbs slack as he pushed me into place, arranging my body how he wanted me—on my hands and knees with my ass in the air. I guessed how the sex was going to go this time. There had been a lot of sex with him last night. I lost track of the orgasms he forced on me. I wasn't complaining though, even if I wasn't at all used to so much pleasure. I could get used to it pretty quickly though, because the person I loved was giving it to me. I also knew now that he loved me too. He'd told me many, many times already. And all this time, I've had no clue how much he cared about me and for how long. Part of me mourned the time we could have had together. But the other part knew our waiting had a purpose, and that was okay. Now was good.

  My prince of pleasure greeted my ass with an affectionate slap from to one of my butt cheeks. He used his hands at my hips roughly, jerking me backward to probe against my asshole with the wide head of his very hard cock. "Soon," he growled low, a single quiet word sending an uncontrollable shiver down the back of my neck. "I'll be taking this—and it'll feel so fuckin' good when I do, baby." I shuddered at the thought, wondering if "soon" meant in the next few minutes. I wasn't at all opposed to trying it for the first time. Saying no to anything James wanted wouldn't be something I'd be capable of.

  I pushed back into him, the hard tip of his cock meeting my sensitive hole with a sharp sting that drew a sudden gasp out of me.

  "Not right now. I don't have everything I need to do it right, and not hurt you. I need lube to take you here"—he pressed in with just the tip of his finger—"because my cock is big, and you'll be so tight when it's buried inside you, fucking your gorgeous ass."

  Oh God, the things he said to me when we were deep into the sex made me wild. All I could envision was his beautiful, pierced cock wildly claiming my virgin ass and fucking me into another orgasmic meltdown. A girl could fantasize. James would keep his promise to me…I had no doubt.

  He positioned himself and sank his cock hard into my pussy, instead, filling me so full I couldn't hold back the cry from my lips. I felt the metal balls of his piercing dragging along the walls of my sex, making my eyes roll back in my head. All I could do was take it from him as he pounded into me from behind—a wild, lusty beast with nothing on his mind than fucking me.

  But then there was more.

  Another thing James was good at was giving me more…which he did by wetting his thumb with the slickness at my core and pushing inside my ass with it.

  "But right now, I'll do this," he said roughly, "and you can decide if you like me inside you this way." Penetrated by him in two places, his thumb acting like a barb to hold me steady for his thrusting cock, he told me how much he loved me while he used my body fiercely.

  "Do you like me in your ass?" he grunted as he fucked. If there was any pain, I didn't feel it, because I was too far gone in the pleasure of being taken by James. Gone from this earth to somewhere else. "Answer me," he scolded with a yank to my hair fisted in his other hand.

  "Yes…yes…yes…yes...I like it, James—everything you do…is what I like."

  As my answer came, I felt him do the same. The hot flood of his orgasm filled me. And then his very beautiful words. Words I could never grow tired of hearing as they fell from his lips. "My Winter, I love you."

  And so, falling under the spell of his dominating treatment was an easy thing for me. So easy to take his harsh kisses as he bestowed them. So easy to take the sting of his teeth as they claimed lips and breasts and shoulders. So easy to take the bite of fingers and hands as they held me down or moved me wherever he wanted me. So easy to take anything at all that he would give me.

  So very easy to become addicted to being…his.

  It was as though my body had been waiting for him. As though, despite or because of my lack of sexual history, my body and soul and mind had been primed, ready to accept everything about him. About us. He's wanted me for years as well, yet he never took any chances...until
now. And now? In his bed, in his house that he'd kept from everyone...

  James was making up for all of the years we'd both had to wait to get here.

  The second time I opened my eyes he was watching me, his expression one of peace and contentment as he lay on his side facing me. Neither of us spoke for a long time, instead we just looked into each other's eyes…thinking…probably about the same things—what we'd done together, the words we'd said to each other, and where we went from here.

  James broke the spell first. "How is my woman this morning?" The adorable smirk added to his question just about killed me. The fact he was far too handsome for his own good, as well as naked in bed with me also probably helped shorten my lifespan. But I rationalized that I could still appreciate my good fortune in having such a magnificent man to call my own. I was fixated. James was my man now. Any other females out there who might want a piece of him could just back right-the-hell-off.

  "Well, my love, since you're asking me in such a lovingly and romantic way, I'll tell you." I lifted the sheet, threw my leg over and straddled him—sitting my ass down right on top of where it counted—his beautiful, pierced, and very talented penis lying flat on his stomach. I couldn't resist the little shimmy I did over the impressive morning wood he was growing as I settled into place on top of him. His eyes laughed up at me for my naughty behavior and then went right back down to lust after my boobs. James loved staring at them almost as much as he liked touching and sucking on them. "Up here, big guy, eyes are right up here."

  "Sorry," he said without ever taking his eyes off my tits, "I'm admiring my woman's incredible and splendid rack as I prepare to start my day. It's very important to begin each day with positive thoughts and a healthy appreciation of your many blessings."

  "I guess I should accept it as a compliment that my breasts are counted among your life's blessings," I teased.

  "Without a fucking doubt."

  I laughed. "Okay, well, then you should know that your woman is very well this morning. Oh, and about last night, and how she spent it…with you? Her whole life has changed because of it." I shook my head for emphasis. "I don't think the happiness will ever stop spilling out of your woman."

  He got a wicked little gleam in his eye just before he tossed me onto my back, rolling over on top of me, and caging me beneath his hard body. He brought his lips down to mine and gave me the best good morning kiss I'd ever had, and I knew then that James didn't have any regrets, either.

  "Just one thing I need to know. Are you sure I wasn't too rough with you?" he asked with real concern in his voice. "I don't ever want to do anything to make you feel uncomfortable or to scare you in any way. I only want to make you happy like you make me." He kissed me sweetly and then pulled back to say, "Last night with you was really fucking beautiful."

  I shook my head slowly up at him, feeling suddenly a tiny bit shy. Which was stupid really, because we'd been as intimate as it was possible to be together—all night long and again this morning—so feeling shy with him was ridiculous and pointless? "James, you were not too rough with me. I loved everything we did—that you did. Don't you know that by now?"

  "Certainly in regards to the sex, yeah, but there's still so much that we haven't talked about." He held my face framed in his two palms with so much gentleness as he looked down at me. "We never had our discussion about everything that's happened already, and what you want to do about accessing your trust fund...and…getting married." He stared at my lips. "When are you going to marry me, Winter Blackstone?"

  I smiled up at him and bit the inside of my bottom lip in a feeble effort to brush it off as teasing. If James knew how easily I'd agree, I'm pretty sure he'd stop bringing it up.

  "What does the lip biting mean, huh? Am I wearing you down at all?"

  "If I believed for one minute you wanted to marry me right away I'd say yes and then where would you be?" Let him digest that little tidbit and see how it felt. Tempting me with it was only making me frustrated.

  James nailed me with his eyes. "Oh, I know exactly where I'd be, Win." His voice was low, but deadly serious. "I'd be inside you…taking my time to do everything I want to do to you, spread out underneath me in my bed. All. The. Fucking. Time."

  A shiver rolled through me and landed right between my legs.

  I could tell he still wanted to hear what I wanted from him. I think mostly he just needed some reassurance. "But I think we really solved a lot of our problems last night, don't you? I mean…I know my feelings and so do you."

  "Yes, I concur, Miss Blackstone, because we both said things last night…and it pretty much changed everything for us."

  The I love yous.

  "I know. And that's why I'm so ecstatic this morning."

  "I'm going to remember last night for the rest of my life, and how it felt to hear you say you love me." He looked so solemn, gorgeous as always, especially with his just-fucked-bed-head and naked-man-chest on view for me to admire, but still so very solemn.

  "I do love you, James. But most importantly, you have to believe that I love you—and I trust you when you say the same." I cupped his cheek in my hand and nodded. "If we have that much love for each other, then I don't think there's much of anything for us to worry about right now. We can figure it out in time, together. I am so relieved that I didn't have to tell you no to your offer of a paper marriage. I wouldn't have been able to fake it with you for even five-minutes."

  "Yeah, me either. Everything you've just said sounds right. You're always very smart about what matters most." He gave me a peck on the lips. "Very practical and beautiful at the same time, too. Have I mentioned this lately?"

  Yes, you call me "beautiful" all the time.

  But he never gave me a chance to answer him because he was too busy kissing me.

  And because I was too busy being kissed by my loving, gorgeous man.

  Chapter Nineteen

  JAMES

  Enjoying our new relationship status lasted about as long as it took to power our phones back on. After our morning "talk", we decided to go back to the city without anything more important to decide than where we would be sleeping tonight—her place or mine. Although, having Winter in the shower with me had been very fucking nice. I'd loved that part of our day so far.

  Enzo had just pulled out from the Starbucks with our breakfast sandwiches and coffees, had us on the road back to the city, when Winter decided we should check in with the rest of the world after our night away of love-fucking. She was probably right, but man, I was not keen.

  "I wonder how many texts are on here about why I left early with you last night," she said with a sigh.

  "I wonder if I have any from Caleb or my sister about why I wasn't home last night."

  "Oh, I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess yes."

  Wearing our formal clothes from last night made us look really guilty of doing exactly what we'd done. Winter looked amazing after a night in my bed being loved up by me, her elegant ball gown back on her delicious body once more. I was counting the minutes until I took it off her again. The low cut of her dress didn't cover the hickey I'd made between her neck and shoulder, either. Seeing her marked by me? Off the chain. I checked my watch again; grateful for Enzo being efficient at his job, so I'd know how long I had to wait. So, I watched Winter eat instead. She took a bite from her ham and cheese croissant and moaned in appreciation as she enjoyed the food. Fucking sexy even when she eats.

  "You know there'll be comments and teasing from all of them. Honestly, I would just love to blow everybody off and deal with it at a later time. Or maybe never."

  "Are you saying that you don't want anyone to know about us yet? Because I'm fine with keeping it between us for now. I'm also feeling a lot selfish with you at the moment. I'd love nothing more than to keep you all to myself for days, without people being nosy assholes about us." I took a gulp of my coffee and realized what a fantasy that was. "But who am I kidding?"

  "Right?" She sighed and took another bite
of her sandwich, snuggling in beside me on the seat and putting her head on my shoulder. "I'd happily stay here like this eating a croissant and drinking coffee with you in the backseat of a car, and I'll be content."

  I couldn't resist kissing her, cheese and ham and all. She tasted delicious every time my tongue touched her, so I didn't mind. "You took the words right out of my mouth, beautiful. I just want to be with you. That is all I need."

  And then we turned on our phones.

  Motherfucking hellstorm. The implosion of text alerts, voicemails, and urgent tags were almost comical at first as we watched the phones blowup. We looked at each other. We stared at our phones again as if they must be demonically possessed. I was hesitant to pick up the fuckin' thing.

  Winter was the brave one.

  She went first to a string of texts from her sister. Her voice grew shallow and her skin became pale as she read. Something was terribly wrong.

  "What the fuck has happ—"

  "Oh, no…no…no. Willow says Janice attacked Brooke at the ball with a champagne glass. She cut Caleb too—oh my God—that crazy fucking bitch went psycho killer on my brother and Brooke. They're at Mass Gen. Brooke's had surgery…and oh my, James"–she made a wide O with her mouth–"Brooke is seven weeks pregnant."

  What the fuck?!

  And so Enzo drove us to the hospital where we made a big fucking entrance—still wearing our finery from the ball of course—for nearly every single person we hoped to avoid for a few more hours.

  Even so, it was a non-issue, because we were still in shock about Janice. After Winter and I left the party, apparently Janice got into it with Caleb and Brooke, becoming so unhinged she used a broken glass to slash and stab them both. Brooke got the worst of it to her abdomen but on the side, while Caleb's neck wound was more superficial. But fuuuck. Janice Thorndike, super-model-turned-psycho-beast queen was locked in a padded room being restrained while our loved ones were in the hospital from her savage attack during a charity gala. The news media would have a field day playing off this story. For fucking decades.