Page 45 of Liar
As I sank onto his length, Declan let out a low groan. His dick hit the spot, literally. I became lost in the sensations filling my body, rocking myself along him, dragging his cock in and out with a quickening pace that fanned the heat spreading through me. My breathing grew ragged, and I threw my head back and closed my eyes.
My body did all of the work, and I felt Declan’s hands find my thighs, holding onto me as I rode him. Combine how my body felt right now with how stimulated my mind was from that dream, and it didn’t take me too long to find my release.
Pleasure washed over me in a fit of fire, and I cried out, riding him harder. My whole body tensed, my inner walls clamping down on his cock, and I pushed through the blissful high of the orgasm, rocking along him with a greater intensity. Greedy, horny me wanted Declan to come, too.
And he did. Oh, he did. When he came, the hands gripping my thighs turned to steel, his lean body shuddering beneath mine. If the light was on, I knew he’d be flushed, his pupils dilated in desire, his mouth parted slightly. Declan always wore the same look when he came, and I loved it.
I loved him, I did. Caring for Sawyer didn’t negate any of the feelings I had for him.
Sawyer might be the reason Declan’s dick was currently inside me, emptying into me, but that was it.
Before pulling off him, I leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Thank you for your service,” I giggled out, moving my hips up and letting him slide out. I really should go clean myself up, but now I was extra tired.
Declan didn’t let me crawl out of his bed, didn’t let me leave his side. He pulled me down beside him and kicked off his shorts completely, pushing them to the foot of the bed. With his arms around me, his breathing hard behind me, how was I supposed to deny him and leave him to go back into my own bed?
Cuddling with Declan after sex wasn’t the worst way to fall asleep, and when that sweet unconsciousness came after me again, I fell into a deep slumber, not waking once until the morning sun came through the windows.
Chapter Sixteen – Sawyer
Getting ready for a date was not something I was used to. Sure, I’d taken Ash on a date before, but that was when I was trying to use her, to sway her to my side. Tonight was different. Tonight…actually meant something. I liked her a lot.
Liked. Loved. Whatever.
When Ash was in the picture, my mind was a mess. I wanted to do right by her, and not once in my life had I ever really wanted to do right by anyone. Anyone other than Sabrina, but I failed her. I would not fail Ash.
I was about to step into the shower and rinse off the day’s grime—after my classes were done for the day, I worked out like a maniac to try to calm my nerves—but the moment I took off my shirt, I heard the doorbell ring.
That was weird. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and I didn’t get any texts from Ash. I’d told her I’d be picking her up anyways; I wouldn’t have her skating here like some freak. This was going to be a normal date. No blackmailing or skateboards necessary.
Still, my curiosity got the best of me, so I hurriedly slipped my shirt back on before exiting the bathroom and heading downstairs. Whoever it was only rang once, and I wasn’t expecting any packages, so I honestly had no idea who it could be.
I peered out of the window beside the door, not seeing anyone standing there. My brows creased, and I unlocked the door and threw it open, glancing all around. I saw no one walking nearby, no one on the sidewalk, though there were a lot of cars on the road. It neared rush hour, so traffic was pretty bad.
Still, no people. It wasn’t like I immediately ran down here to catch them, so I supposed if it was someone going door to door trying to sell something, they would’ve had plenty of time to give up and move on to one of my neighbors.
Something wasn’t right.
My eyes dropped to the flat square of concrete that sat before the front door outside. A small step up from the pathway that led from the sidewalk. Someone was here, and whoever it was left me a present.
My nerves were instantly on edge, and it took everything in me to bend down and pick up what I saw.
A tiny bag. Just a tiny, small, plastic bag that could hold a lot of things.
Of course, this fucking bag held the one thing I shouldn’t see, shouldn’t think about, and definitely shouldn’t have resting in the palm of my hand. Pills. Didn’t know what they were, but a teeny part of me didn’t care. There was a time in my life when I would’ve tried anything, days when I’d gladly try to kill myself with whatever combination of shit I could get my hands on.
But today…today was not one of those days, and if I had a say about it, those days would never make their return. I was done being that Sawyer.
If that was true, though, I wouldn’t have lingered. I wouldn’t have inched inside my house, closed the door, and breathed out a shaky breath. I wouldn’t have let my mind go there—wouldn’t have thought about it, even for a split-second, but I did.
I thought about it. Who wouldn’t?
To forget all your worries, to not let the world’s problems get to you. To relax and have not a single care in your mind. It was freeing, in a way, but it was an addictive feeling that I knew I’d regret if I caved.
No.
New year, new me; and this me wasn’t going to fuck up my one chance with Ash.
Even though it was hard, even though that dark, latent part of me wanted to peel open the tiny baggie and take one of the pills to see what they were, I walked myself back up to the bathroom, lifted the lid to the toilet, and dumped its contents out. I watched as they fell into the water, and once the baggie was empty, I flushed.
