Twisted Lies (Dirty Secrets) (5 page)

I started to take off my clothes when he grasped my hand.

“No, let me.” He hauled me up and took off my jacket and top. His fingers expertly unhooked my bra before throwing it across the room. “Gorgeous,” he mumbled. His eyes were dark and intense as he pressed me back onto the bed. His lips ravaged me as his hands undid my pants.

I lay there in my panties, wanting him more than ever. I shivered as his fingers pulled them off before slipping into my cunt and rubbing sensually against my wetness.

“I’ll make this good for you, Sin. It’ll be so good you’ll never want to leave me.”

That was where he was wrong. I would leave him in a heartbeat.

Jaxon leaped from the bed and ripped off his jeans along with his black underwear. I reached up and worked my fingers over his rock-hard cock, enjoying my power when he hissed with pleasure.

“Not yet, Sin.” He pressed me against the bed before kissing me like a man on the verge of going full fuck mode on me.

I pushed his chest. “Condom,” I whispered. “Where’s the condom?”

He gave me a perplexed stare. “You’re not on the pill?”

I snorted. “Even if I were, I wouldn’t sleep with you without a condom. I’m STD-free, and I plan on staying that way.”

His body stiffened. “What kind of guy do you think I am?”

I leaned up onto my elbows. “Hopefully, you’re a guy who knows that fucking around without protection is fucking stupid.”

His eyes narrowed. “I don’t have any STDs, Sin.”

I looked at him incredulously. “Uh…that’s good to know. Now, where’s the condom?”

I sighed with relief when he slid off the bed and opened the drawer on his nightstand. He pulled out a big box of condoms.

I glared.
What the fuck?
He has condoms, so why the hell was he making such a big deal about wearing one with me?

“Now, wasn’t that easy?” I asked him.

He rolled onto the bed and kissed me hard. “You’re such a smartass.”

“I just keep it real, rocker boy.”

He stared at me, and I boldly glared right back. In the past, I would have been self-conscious of my curvy, toned body, but months ago, I’d accepted the woman I was. I was perfectly fine with how I looked, and from the hardness of his cock, so was he.

His head fell to my breasts, and his tongue snapped out, circling one tight bud. I jerked from the sensual hot slide of his tongue. Jaxon trailed his big hand across my stomach, pinning me to the bed, while he alternated between my nipples, licking and sucking each one.

“Jaxon, stop being such a fucking tease,” I groaned as my hands reached up and tugged on his hair.

Ignoring me, he slipped his fingers into my moist folds. Moaning, I arched up, wiggling to get closer. His thumb circled and played with my clit as his wicked tongue wreaked havoc on my nipples until both turned to hard points.

Jaxon growled while yanking me higher onto the bed. Draping my knees over his shoulders, he dived face-first into my pussy. His thick tongue flicked and lapped my clit with such savageness that I went over the edge, screaming his name like a prayer, before I knew it.

Pulling back, he stared at me with satisfaction, with me glistening all over his mouth. “Again, Sin.”

He pushed his fingers into me. I panted, my hair sweaty and tangled, as my hips gyrated.

“Scream for me again, Sin. I need to hear it. I need to know you crave me as much as I crave you.”

He thrust his fingers harder and deeper. My back bucked, and I screamed like a madwoman. My toes curled as his fingers fucked me into another orgasm. By the time I came down from my sexually induced euphoria, Jaxon was right above me. He ripped open the packet and quickly slid the condom onto his cock before lowering himself down onto me.

I groaned, wrapping my legs around him. My body hummed with anticipation. I felt the tip of his cock nudge my entrance before he finally slammed in. He moved his hands to either side of my shoulders as he looked down at me with possession stamped all over his face.

“Oh God, yes. Finally…” He groaned as he started to move slowly.

His cock was driving me insane. Thank God the rumors had been right. He did know how to fuck like a damn champion.

“Fuck me, Jaxon!” I cried out.

He continued to smoothly piston in and out, his balls bumping against my ass. My eyes closed as the heat blossomed within my cunt. He pulled out and drilled back in, and with each thrust, he hit the right spot. My nails scraped across his back as our bodies moved in perfect synchrony.

“No one but me,” he said, pushing in farther.

My eyes popped open. “What?”

“No one else but me,” he chanted.

He pulled out and sank back in, hitting my G-spot with every thrust.

Lost in my sex-crazed moment, I gasped out, “Fuck me harder!”

“I’ll never let go,” he growled as he lost control, pounding into me again and again.

My breathing hitched as my body shuddered, nearing explosion. His body convulsed as he roared. I climaxed with an intensity I had never experienced in my life.

Rolling over, he withdrew his cock from me and stared at me with a sexy, lazy smile. “Again. This time, you’re on top,” he demanded. He slipped the condom off and slid another one onto his still-hard cock.

I lay still, trying to get my breath back as I planned my graceful escape.

He pressed his lips against mine. “Stay, Sin.” He nuzzled my neck. “Ride me.”

I heard the neediness in his voice, and I hesitated. I couldn’t decide whether I should follow my instincts and leave or give Jaxon a chance by pushing my past behind. My gut clenched as I made a decision that countered anything I’d done in a while.

I swung my leg over his body and smiled. “My pleasure. If there’s anything I adore, it’s a good, hard ride.”

CHAPTER

3

Leaving Tabitha’s boutique, I plowed my way through the chaotic evening crush of New Yorkers rushing to get home. I was exhausted. It had been a really long day, and my mind was still a damn cobweb of random thoughts. One in particular had me reeling.

He loves me? Holy shit!

A week later, I still couldn’t believe it. Right in the middle of our early morning hot-and-heavy fuck session, Jaxon had looked down at me with those gorgeous baby blues and blurted out that he loved me.

He loves me? Is he out of his damn mind?

We’d only hooked up one time. At first, I’d thought I was just hearing things when he said he loved me, but when he’d followed it up by saying he couldn’t picture being with anyone but me, I freaked the hell out. I’d scrambled off the bed and pulled on my clothes like hellhounds were nipping at my heels.

I hadn’t even called Kirby to pick me up. I rushed out of Jaxon’s apartment so fast that I didn’t remember to grab my favorite designer underwear. When I’d gotten back to Jade’s penthouse, I realized I was fucking commando.
Shit!
And I loved those see-through pink panties. I’d stalked them for months until they finally went on sale.

I shook my head.
I need a cup of coffee.

My cell rang.
Restricted
with no phone number came up on the caller ID, but I answered, knowing what would happen. The person would hang up immediately or hold on for a few seconds to listen to my irate cursing before hanging up. It had been happening for days, and it was fucking maddening.

I shoved my cell into my handbag and kept walking farther into the quiet part of town. The streets were blissfully empty—no traffic and no rude pedestrians pushing and shoving one another. First, I needed coffee, and then I was going straight home to sketch clothing designs.

I stopped at the corner and waited for a taxi to pass before I crossed the street. Halfway across, I nearly swallowed my tongue when a dark car sped out of the darkness, barreling toward me. In the nick of time, I jumped back onto the sidewalk and watched in horror as the car sideswiped a parked one and then kept going.

What the fuck?

Shaken, I stood frozen. My heart raced.

Oh God, is someone trying to kill me?

Stop it, Sin. You’re just being paranoid
.

I straightened my jacket and started to cross the street again, when my head snapped toward my left when that same dark car peeled around the corner with its headlights off. It screeched to a stop three cars away from where I stood frozen, with one foot on the curb and the other in the street. The driver menacingly revved the engine. I gritted my teeth, stepping fully into the street to square off with the car, trying to see who was inside, but the tinted windows prevented me from seeing the driver’s face.

Fuck this.

I wasn’t going to let some crazy person scare me. I started walking toward the car. The driver menacingly revved the engine and then sped toward me.

Oh, hell no!

I hopped back onto the sidewalk, running in the opposite direction, picking up full speed when I heard the roar of the engine. I looked back, and oddly, it had stopped. My heart leaped into my throat. Not hesitating, I turned back around and ran so hard that my chest burned from the effort.

I didn’t stop running until I got to Jade’s building, bypassing the doorman who was talking to a police officer. Huffing and puffing, I stepped into the elevator. I grabbed my knees, trying to catch my breath. The whole ride up, two thoughts raced through my mind—one,
Damn! I need to get in fucking shape
, and
two,
Someone is definitely stalking me.

Walking out of the elevator, my pulse quickened at the sight of Jade’s neighbors standing and talking in the hallway. When a police officer came out of the penthouse, I ran with dread pooling in my stomach. I skidded to a stop when I saw Jade looking around the apartment with a frown.

“What the hell happened?” I croaked.

“The strangest shit ever,” she responded, gesturing toward the door. “When I got home, the door was wide open. I know I locked it. I panicked. All I could think about was that all our shit had been stolen.”

I looked around. “What was stolen?”

She frowned. “Not a damn thing. That’s the strange part. I looked around, and nothing was gone or out of place. I called the police just in case. This type of shit doesn’t happen in this neighborhood—let alone, this building.” She strolled over to the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of water.

Thirsty, I walked over, grabbed one, and drank it. Pulling my hair away from my face, I grimaced at the dampness on my forehead from the sweat. “What about the security cameras?”

She shrugged. “I checked with security. There’s nothing on them.” She stared at me. “This is a new look for you. What’s going on with the grimy flustered look?”

“Some fucker tried to run me the fuck down,” I mumbled before taking a large gulp.

Jade choked on her water. “What?”

“Long story, but I think someone is trying to frighten me or, worst case scenario, kill me.” I nibbled on my bottom lip.

Jade came over and hugged me before stepping back. “Are you sure it wasn’t just some crazy New York driver?”

“Oh, I’m sure. New York drivers tend to leave the scene of an accident. They don’t come back. This car did and fucking terrorized me for blocks.” I leaned my hip against the granite counter.

“I don’t like this,” Jade said.

“You think?” I asked tiredly.

Way too many strange things had happened over a span of a couple of days, and I didn’t believe in coincidences.

Jade’s eyes clouded over with worry. “I decided to change the locks, and the locksmith should be here shortly. You go take a hot bath and relax. I can wait on my own. You have an early morning.”

“Yeah, that’s what I need. My nerves are fried right about now.” I couldn’t even think about working on my sketches.

Walking through the apartment, I started peeling off my jacket. My mind unfocused, I didn’t even realize I was in my bedroom until I stepped over the threshold. Throwing my jacket onto the bed, I nearly fainted when I saw something unthinkable lying there. The pair of pink panties that I’d left at Jaxon’s apartment were wrapped around a long-stemmed white rose.

Just like I’d thought, there was no such thing as a coincidence.

CHAPTER

4

Four Years Later

I loved summer nights in Manhattan. Sultriness lingered in the air as New Yorkers hustled to their Friday night of fun.
But damn, it is hot.
Now I was cursing my decision to walk instead of catching a cab to the club.

I pulled my auburn hair away from my neck. Every muscle in my body was fatigued from working all day on my new fashion collection. My body begged for me to slow down, but my mind raced a mile a minute with lists of things I hadn’t completed.

Maybe I bit off more than I can chew
. Just the thought made me queasy.

This collection would make me or break me. It was a scary reality, but it was my reality.

When Lily Sanchez, an energetic buyer from a Fifth Avenue luxury goods department store, had walked into my friend Francisco ‘Cisco’ Rodriguez’s upscale boutique and instantly fallen in love with my couture clothing that he sold in his store, she’d changed my life forever. Just like that, at twenty-three years old, I’d moved from fledgling darling of the fashion world to having several luxury goods buyers clamoring to carry my edgy Sin Michaels women’s wear line in their stores.