More Than Lies by N. E. Henderson Read Free Book Online Page B

shower and comfy bed are calling my name.
    I try to untangle Jared’s limbs from around my body, but by lying on my stomach with a larger and heavier frame practically on top of me is not an easy task to accomplish. Soft and gentle movements will never get him off me, so I do the only thing I can, given my circumstances. Planting my palm onto the mattress, I push my body up and by jerking my shoulder backwards I’m able to make him stir.
    However, I’m not quick enough because he encases his arm around my middle section. Perfect. Just perfect. “Babe, stop moving. Go back to sleep.”
    “Let me up, please. I’m going home.” Please don’t make this a big deal, I chant silently in my head, but I know he will and it’s my fault. Two nights within the same week, let alone consecutive nights is a big no with Jared. He wants more. I don’t. Doing this to him only makes things between us worse.
    His arm releases from around me and I feel him rise up onto his elbows from behind me. I’m quick this time, though. I hop my naked self out of his bed and start searching the floor for my dress. I know it’s here somewhere, just where is the question. Jared isn’t exactly the cleanest person I know and with the lights off it’s making my task more difficult.
    “It’s three-thirty in the fucking morning, Taralynn.” Isn’t he full of the obvious? His alarm clock was staring me in the face when I opened my eyes. I know what time it is. That doesn’t change the fact that I’m ready to go home. Home so I can breathe normal air. I don’t reply, there is no need to.
    At the sound of sheets rustling, I know Jared is moving on the bed. Seconds later there’s the click of the lamp and soft light filters the room. I instantly see my black panties, but when I bend to swipe them off the floor, Jared’s palm connects with my butt. I yelp from the quick bolts of pain. I should have expected that. He loves my ass. I have no idea why, but it becomes his obsession when we’re together.
    “Was that necessary?”
    “Always. Don’t leave.” He leans back against the wooden slats of the headboard. The smooth satin cloth that held my wrists in place a few hours ago while he drove his cock into me is still looped through the center of the headboard. Jared likes to play rough, which is a huge turn-on and keeps me coming back for more.
    “I’m not staying.” I never stay and he should be used to it by now. Last night was an exception because I was hurt and mad. And by the time Jared and I finished ringing every ounce of pleasure out of each other, I was exhausted and accidently fell asleep.
    “Why not?” Reaching over to his left, he retrieves a half empty pack of Marlboro lights and his lighter. My nose scrunches up as I push myself into gear. The sooner I’m dressed, the sooner I’m out of his room that’s about to smell more like an ashtray than it does now.
    “Jared, don’t do this.” I slip my legs into the silk material of my Victoria’s Secret underwear, pulling them over my thighs until they meet my core. Next my bra is secured in place. “Its just sex. It’s always been just sex and you told me you could deal with that arrangement.” I bend once more to pick up my dress, but this time my butt is facing away from him. My ass does not need any more attention tonight. I don’t know what he used on me earlier, but eventually he replaced his hand with a flexible material. Perhaps a belt; I don’t know, I never asked because I was too lost in the painful, yet amazingly pleasurable sensation.
    Does that make me a screwed up person? Maybe. Hell, don’t let my mother find out. She would light my butt on fire. Literally.
    “I handle our arrangement just fine, baby. Doesn’t mean I don’t want more of you.” After my dress is in place I look at him. He’s disappointed. He’s always disappointed when I leave like this. “Look, if you’re determined, then let me throw some clothes on and I’ll take you.”
    “I