The Lies We Steal (The Hollow Boys, #1)

by Monty Jay

A lot of girls were hot. Being hot was easy. Not a lot of girls could wear my name the way she does.

It had evoked this real, raw, vulnerability I’d never seen on his face before. Even if he tried to mask it with anger and wrath. I could still feel his hurt as he stared at that screen. Rose had been important to him. And she’d been taken away.

“It’s called the flood.” My legs twitch at his voice. “That rush of endorphins that’s filling you up. Your brain does that before you’re about to die, so it’ll be less painful. Making you all tipsy and aroused. It’s why you liked being scared. It’s why under it all,” his chest expands with a breath, “We are the same.”

“I can smell how wet you are, Briar. Your cunt was needy for me in the pool and she’s needy for me now and I’ve barely even fucking touched you.” He talks to me like I’m in trouble. Speaking down to me, as his palm traced the curve of my ass.

“Fuck you, Alistair.” I hiss through bared teeth. The way his mouth came down over mine was a rush of flame. A clash of tongues and teeth as we stirred each other. Our lips blending in pursuit of passion and resentment. I wanted to moan how good he tasted, just like dark chocolate. Biting my tongue when he latches onto my bottom lip with his white teeth, sucking on it before releasing me. I could taste the blood in my mouth, the metallic edge burning me alive. My fingers grab onto his clothing, unsure if it’s from anger or desire. “Stop lying to yourself, it’s getting old.” His tone leaving no room for argument, “You need this. You’ve been craving this.”

Heartless fingers reached between my legs, shoving my thong aside before slipping across the crease of my pussy, making me tremble in his hold. I’d never felt so small, so tiny in his brawny arms. Everything he was sucked me in and refused to let me go. I wiggled, chasing the little bits of friction he was delivering. My mouth, my pride would never let me admit it out loud. That he was right. That at night when I woke up sweltering, the only way I could get rest was if I placed my fingers between my thighs and let them dance to thoughts of him. That after the night in the pool, I couldn’t come without picturing his face.

I felt his palm cover my mouth just as he sheathed himself entirely inside of me. Leaving me no time to adjust, no time to settle. Alistair wasn't having sex with me. He was fucking me. He was taking every emotion I had and feasting on it.

Every step Mr. West took, the closer I got to my climax. The more intensely I felt Alistair’s shaft brush against the sensitive spot inside of me. The harder I pressed back into him, giving him something solid to slam into. Chills racked down my body as I heard his low grunts of pleasure, the way his free hand held my hip steady. His lips blazed the trail of my throat with urgency. I can feel the way he inhales my scent deep into his lungs. Trapping me there. I wanted to come. I wanted it so badly that I didn’t care if I got busted.

“Tell me, Little Thief. I wanna hear it. Tell me right fucking now.” Tears brimmed my eyes from the powerful emotions. His hand pulling from my mouth, leaving me free to scream for help or tell him exactly what he wanted to hear. I was so wound up, that I was already close to falling over the edge. The rubber band inside my stomach began to snap. So, when his thumb found my clit, rubbing it mercilessly I couldn’t restrain myself. “Yes, I’m afraid,” I whispered in a frail voice that frightened me because it didn’t sound like myself.

I burst out of the closet, the clean air outside of our sweat and hormones is a brutal reminder of what I just did. What if he had a fucking STD? We didn’t even use a condom. My God I can’t end up pregnant. Placing my hand on my chest, forcing myself to calm down as I turn to look at him, my dress sticking to my thighs from the perspiration. “Please tell me you’re clean.” I breathe, wincing as I try not to check him out while he pulls his pants up, zipping them and shaking a hand through his hair. Waltzing out of the tight space as if none of this bothered him.

A knowing smirk builds onto his face, twisting his face into the stunning villain he is. My stomach rolls. God, I had sex with him. I had the best sex of my life with him and now what?

She looks up and down the hallway making sure there is no one around, “I just wanted to say thank you.” The shit lighting in the dorm makes her eyes look dull. I knew what she was saying thank you for, but I decided to be an asshole anyway. “For making you come? No thanks needed,” I don’t bother fighting the smile when she starts turning pink. Her round cheeks tinted and flushed. “That’s not what I meant and you know it,” she hisses. “I’m thanking you for Ada.”