Find Me (Truthful Lies Trilogy - Book Two) by Rachel Dunning Read Free Book Online

last
breaths.
    Even if it ’s the very thing that kills them.
    And i sn’t that what real love is anyway?
-6-
    Deck shows me how to create a Google
AdWords account. He sets up my “campaigns” and “ad groups” and
“ads” and “ad text” and “site links” and “mobile ads” and locally
targets them all to both Brooklyn and the city —Manhattan—by actual location and not “by intent.”
    Huh? Yeah, I hear you. I just kinda stare at him while
the green and gray background starts filling up with keywords and
negative keywords and broad match keywords and expansive broad match keywords and “I’ll never be able to manage this. It’s so
confusing.”
    “I know it backwards. I’ll take care of it
for you.”
    He also gets me seventy five dollars bonus
credit to start off with. He tells me he’ll check out the
“campaigns” each day over the next few weeks because “Google has a
knack of convincing you how easy it all is and suggesting you add a
bazillion keywords ‘to increase click-through rate’ which basically
just swallows all your money up.” Then he rattles off a bunch of
stuff about “automated rules” and “optimum position”...
    I fade out a little. “You really know this
shit, huh?”
    He sits back, stretches his arms.
“Necessity. I was staying at Trev’s place when I started my moving
biz. Dad and I had had a fallout and, well, Trev put me up. I
didn’t wanna put his mom out. She’s a sweet lady, will always help
you, but, well, they don’t have a lot. And I knew I was a burden on
them. Either way, I lived down in East New York for six months. But
in the third month of that, I was paying them a little rent—not
much, but a little—as a thank you. Anyway, there ain’t nuthin like
necessity to make you learn stuff quick. I think I operated on five
or six hours sleep in those days.”
    “So you’ll take care of all this?” I stretch
over his shoulder and point at the screen, a little overwhelmed by
it all.
    “Sure.” He turns on the stool, grabs my
waist. It makes me smile.
    “Hey! I’ll spill some coffee!”
    “You’ve had enough coffee. It’s time for
breakfast. Or...” He checks his watch. “Brunch.”
    I make us a sandwich and take Deck up to
the roof where we can
get a decent view of the city in the distance. He holds me from
behind, warming me up against the chill. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” I
say.
    He inhales deeply by my hair. “Very.”
    “No, the view, dumbass.”
    “I love the view.”
    He starts kissing the shaved side of my
head and the moisture of his lips sends a chill down my spine.
Maybe it’s also the sensation of his chest against my back. Then
his lips reach my ear. I put my hands on the low wall and stretch
my butt back instinctively, just to feel him. He hardens. His hands
slide around my waist, over my woolen sweater. Then they move down,
under it, just graze my stomach underneath...
    Someone walks down below, wearing a
beanie, baggy jeans too big for him. My eyes close. Deck’s fingers
walk under my belt buckle, lower. When the tips touch the top hairs
of my mound, I gush . I lean
forward, eyes fluttering back. His left hand eases behind, over my
jeans, to my ass. His right goes lower still, until his fingers
just touch my nub.
    I gasp, and the sound seems like it echoes
over the entirety of Brooklyn. The low wall covers us from the waist down, but I
wonder if anyone can see what’s happening from my facial
expressions.
    His left hand moves around, fights with my
buckle and gets it loose, unzips me, and my pants part. His right
hand moves into place. “Oh god.” I tighten my legs instinctively.
His middle finger slips over my wet lips, flicks the skin of the
right one, then just grazes over the skin of the left one. Two of
his left fingers tickle my left lip. I feel my labia engorging,
growing; the pressure mounting.
    My breathing quickens, juice seeps out onto
my right thigh. And then his finger goes deep.
    And my head