Page 7 of The Truth of Our Secrets

Sitting on my hands so I don’t touch her, I say, “I guess that depends on who you ask.”

“Oh, Emmet.” Her voice breaks.

I do not want to talk about my mother. I want to hear more about her.

“You’re happy?” It’s difficult not to lean in and fulfill my naughty thoughts.

“I am.” She sighs. “Are you?”

I shrug and paste a grin on my face. “I can’t complain.”

“You never complain.” She shakes her head. “Tell me something real about your life.”

“I love my new job,” I say honestly. “The owner is cool, but my manager is fucking awesome. He’s sarcastic and flirty and so proudly gay. It’s admirable. There’s something about him. He flirts with all these big, macho, straight athletes and businessmen.” I shake my head in disbelief. “Every day I expect him to get punched, but he makes people laugh. You’d like him.”

She makes a face like she doesn’t believe me.

“This might sound crazy, but you ever get the sense you’re positive something is true? Like I’m sure you’ll like this guy.” I pause. That sounded like some mind-reading shit or something.

“That happens to me all the time.” She reaches out and rests her palm on my shin. My entire body lights up. When she hugged me before, I was in such shock that I couldn’t appreciate it.

Her fingers wrap around my calf, causing tingles to roll over my skin, and my stomach does somersaults. I swallow hard, dying to understand what she means.

Fuck, keeping her in my life seems impossible, but I can’t walk away from her. Not again.

As I’m reaching to cover her hand with mine, a hulking figure looms in the doorway.

“Baby Girl, you said you have an early morning.” He scoops her up off the bed into his arms. “Say goodnight.”

I expect to see a flash of the temper she would unleash as our substitute teacher and tell him she’s a grown-ass woman and can do what she wants.

Instead, she hums a sort of approval and turns her head to me. “See you in the morning. Sleep well.”

And then they’re gone.

But her phone is on the floor.

Chapter four

Madyson

Jayce pins my wrists above my head as he fucks me with punishing thrusts. My body completely surrenders to him. He licks a bead of sweat dripping down my face. My insides clench, eliciting his groan. I live for the times he loses control and lets lust take over. When sex becomes both animalistic and spiritual.

A joining of souls meant for each other. As much as I crave the fullness of him inside me, a part of me senses something is missing. An ache, a yearning for more.

Before the ache overwhelms me, Emmet appears over Jayce’s shoulder and my hand reaches out. “Where have you been?”

“I’ve been here all along.” He trails fingertips over Jayce’s back until his hand fists his hair, yanking Jayce’s head back into a searing kiss. Their mouths clash together, fighting for dominance with tongues and teeth. I almost orgasm watching them.

Jayce growls into the kiss and Emmet laughs. “We should be annoyed she can’t watch us without orgasming, but it’s hot.”

They turn their hungry eyes on me.

“Do not come until you’re told,” Jayce barks.

I whimper in response to Jayce pushing faster.

“Give her what she needs,” Jayce urges Emmet.

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