Page 121 of Web of Lies
“I was. This time.” I swallow hard, his head nodding against mine.
“You’re barking up the right tree,” he whispers again, breaths brushing across my lips. Warmth spreads across my flesh as his soft hand takes up its space. His thumb rubs gently across my cheek, the tips of his fingers curling into my hair.
“So, Piper? She’s in it?” He sighs, rolling his lips together, a pained expression crossing him. But his eyes say it all—the wrinkle in his forehead says it all. Carter… Carter doesn’t know. Not completely. Maybe I’ve been wrong about him leading this thing. Perhaps I’ve been wrong—
“Fuck it,” he growls, slamming his lips into mine with such a force; it’s like a hurricane blowing through, rocking my world. Dizziness takes over my oxygen-deprived brain. Sparks ignite between the warmth of his soft lips and mine. It’s like the Fourth of July inside of my brain with fireworks crackling to life, exploding in the air.Hallelujah!
I should really throw him off me. You know—other boyfriends and all, but I can’t bring myself to do it. The connection forming between the two of us is unmovable and exhilarating. Instead, I fist the front of his shirt, drawing him closer, melding us together as one heated kissing unit. My lips part for his probing tongue, licking at the seam. Our tongues tangle together in a sloppy and needy dance. Moans fall from my throat. I can’t stop them, especially when the warm metal of his tongue piercing glides against my tongue. This kiss—it’s everything. He transmits his unspoken feelings through this breathtaking kiss he stole from me.
Kissing Carter is like drowning. Breath stealing. Oxygen invading. I’m boneless—breathless—but alive. I’m so fucking alive, and I never want to let this boy go now. His massive, muscly body cages mine, forcing me back against the wall. One hand stays on my cheek, but the other grips tightly to my ass, squeezing, and moving my hips forward toward his growing want. A whimper falls from my throat, the same need I feel for the others rocketing through my veins. Liquid lust burns through every part of my body, tingling in my toes and pulsating my pussy.
He forces his mouth from mine, biting along my jawline. “Your lips feel like my personal fucking heaven,” he groans in my ear, gripping my ass harder into his hands. “But this was a mistake,” he whispers, tongue lapping at my earlobe, sending more want into my veins. I claw at his neck, begging him to give me more. He pulls back, bringing his lust-filled eyes to mine, staring into the depths of my soul. “The biggest mistake I’ve ever made.” His words splinter my heart, but I can’t help but agree. I have three men who trust me to be loyal to them, and I let myself get lost in this. This kiss. This…. breath-stealing moment.
“You’re on the right track. Use your genius-sized brain and remember this: Victoria Ann Van Buren, Sacred Heart Hospital, Oak Crest, California,” he whispers, shaking my head. “You fucking remember that, you hear? I won’t repeat myself.” His eyes shout at me to comply, to understand, and I do. Even with the fog his kiss caused spreading through my brain, I put it in the back of my mind.
I furrow my brows, confusion washing over me. What the hell just happened? And why the hell did I just like it? “I understand—I think.” Uncertainty flows through me as Carter lowers his forehead to mine again.
“Another time. Another place. You. Would. Be. Mine.” A possessive growl spears through him, baring his teeth.
I frown. “I’m not a possession.” I swallow hard, meeting his eyes again. A genuine smile crosses his face, like nothing I’ve seen before on him.
“Don’t I know it,” he whispers, pecking my lips one last time, lingering on them, and pushes off me. My body immediately shivers from the lack of contact, missing his body against mine.
“This will never happen again. Go look up the name and do your research.” His hand swipes at his face, and he stalks off down the darkened hall, slipping into the shadows with sadness etched into his face. He disappears as quickly as he came, leaving me more confused than ever. The hell just happened?
“But what do you gain from it?” I yell into the darkness, expecting nothing but the crickets to answer back. Shadows drape half of Carter’s body when he re-emerges from the depths of the darkness. His dark eyes pin me in place.
“Freedom, sweetheart,” he growls back. “Fucking freedom and maybe you.” He mutters the last part, barely audible, but I heard it.
My palms rest against the cool wall, brows pulling together. My eyes dance to where he disappeared and to the space he had occupied in front of me. The oxygen I need finally enters my lungs, bringing clarity back to my mind. He gave me a name. But whose was it?
“I fucking knew it!”
I can’t help the yelp exploding from my parted lips as my whole body jolts at the sound of Seger’s voice from around the corner. My eyebrows furrow more. Chase snorts beside him, walking side by side towards me with twinkling eyes. How fucking long did I step foot into Carter’s universe? “I fucking knew the prick had a boner for you the moment he saw you.”
I swallow hard, pursing my lips. “I’m so confused,” I mumble, staring between my two boyfriends, who are smiling like the world’s biggest idiots. Why? What is going on? What the hell happened? Chase smirks, running a finger over my brows, straightening them from their furrowed position. His fingertip trails down, brushing against my red, swollen, and very kissed lips.
“Don’t look so surprised, babe. Whenever he looks at you, there’s so much sexual frustration written all over his face he almost looks constipated.” Seger laughs, like full-on, stomach clutching laughs, at this. Are we at comedy hour? They just witnessed me kiss another guy, and they’re—smiling. Did I step into another twilight zone of some sort?
“I think he’s been denying himself this whole time.” Chase laughs too. I look around, waiting for a stage to pop up. Or maybe I’ve been drugged? Did Carter slip something into my mouth with his wicked tongue?
“You saw?” I swallow again, their heads bobbing with those ridiculous smiles on their faces. “But I-I just cheated on you? I just kissed him back… and I….” My brows furrow again, face twisting into more confusion than ever.
“You liked it?” Chase says, as amusement flares in his eyes. Seger snorts when I reluctantly nod.
“Everyone needs a brooding bad boy in their harem, so there ya go. He’s yours. Should we take a vote? Zepp will flip his shit.” He cackles like a madman at this whole situation again. And I? Er—I’m so confused.
Chase raises his hand. “Well, I vote yes, of course,” he jokes again, with Seger agreeing with a quick nod.
I crack a smile at their banter about adding Carter to my hoard of men. Wouldn’t that be a sight to see—Carter mingling with us all? My sweaty hand slides down the legs of my jeans, feeling a little better about the whole Carter kissing thing since they don’t seem upset at all. When my hands roll over my pockets, my hands freeze.
“That bastard,” I hiss between my teeth. I prod around, searching for the lump that should be in my pocket, but it’s not there. My phone is missing, and I know exactly who took it. Sneaky bastard slipped his hand into my pocket and stole my precious phone. When in the hell did he do that? Between the ass grab and the hair pulling, I occupied his hands the entire time. Damn distractions—he got me.
“What?” Seger’s face falls, concern flashing through his eyes.
I frown, walking down the dark corridor he escaped through, with the boys hot on my heels.
“He stole my phone,” I grumble, marching toward the darkened stairwell, taking the steps two at a time. When I finally make my way outside, he’s gone. The cool night air breezes past me, and I sigh. Great.
