Page 49 of Sweet Little Lies
My eyes widen because I don’t know if he’s being nasty or flirty. Something is off. His tone. The glint in his eyes. Everything is just weird.
I try to keep it light, letting my hand slide down over the curve of his butt and leaving it there.
“Si, I would.”
While the kiss is a little less than tender and holds a degree of sloppy drunk, it still manages to curl my toes.Any kiss from Lance will send me into the danger zone.
His hand wanders, finding my waist and pulling me in, similar to what he did earlier at my door. The other hand leaves the bar top and he fingers it through my hair.
He kisses my lips, my cheek, my jaw and then my neck.
“Mica, you have no idea how much I want you. What you do to me.”
“Mmm,” I murmur.
“I’m not sure I can wait to get you home to fuck you. I want you right now. I want to lift you up on this bar, pull up your skirt, and slam myself home into your wet pussy.”
He emphasizes this with a thrust of his hips and a yank to my hair and I gasp.
Yep, long gone is the tender sweet and out comes the raunchy and rough. And I hate to admit it, but it’s so hot. My belly does loops, like I’m jumping up and down on a trampoline. Or in a twin-engine plane that’s just swooped down and done a looptie-loo.
I’m nearly out of my mind from lust and am about ready to say yes to whatever he has in mind when we hear a voice behind us. A deep and serious voice, tinged with venom.
“Well if it isn’t my long-lost, good for nothing, fuck up of a son.”
Lance stills and then lets me go, leaving my lips wet and swollen and my mouth open in surprise.
He doesn’t turn to face the man, but I do.
The man in front of me has the same build as Lance. Same complexion. Same eyes. Although, on this man, his they hold a dark, callous glint to them. Devilish. Full of hatred and accusatory judgment.
“And I see you haven’t changed much. Still hooking up with worthless, whoring sluts.”
I gasp for air as if I’ve been hit in the gut.
Lance spins and grabs the man by his throat, pushing him a few steps backward as the man staggers to remain standing. I’m about to step toward them, get in between them to get Lance off, but someone else’s arm barricades me off. I twist my head to see it’s Alex and he just shakes his head, telling me to stay put with his eyes.
I’m stuck watching in horror as this unwanted reunion unfolds between Lance and his dad.
“Don’t you ever fucking disrespect my girl that like. Don’t even look at her, you fucking drunk asshole.”
Whoa.
Okay then.
Lance’s dad sneers, his eyes sizing up his son’s intentions. And then as if to provoke him further, he leans his head to the right, past Lance’s shoulder and scowls at me.
“And she’s a fucking ‘spic cunt, too. Figures.”
And then all hell breaks loose.
