Forgiving Lies

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  Author: Molly McAdams

  Her breath hitched as I made my way back to her lips. They trembled against mine and I opened my eyes.

  “Babe, why are you crying?” I brushed the tears away and held her face in my hands.

  “I don’t know. ” A sound that was half laugh and half sob left her. “I feel like I’m being ridiculous right now, but I’m just happy. I feel like everything is right again. God, that sounds so stupid and cliché. ”

  “You’re not being ridiculous. ” I kissed her forehead before brushing my lips against her cheek to catch more tears. “And you’re right, that is pretty cliché. ” She laughed and pushed against my chest. I just smiled and kissed her nose. “But I feel the exact same way. ” Pressing my lips to hers once more, I rolled to the side and pulled her so she was facing me. “My name is Logan Ryan, but everyone calls me Kash,” I said, and she laughed softly. “I was born and raised in Tampa Bay, Florida, and for almost four and a half years now I’ve worked in law enforcement. I’ll be twenty-six soon and don’t have any siblings. I’ll do just about anything for pancakes and green Sour Patch Kids. ” She smiled and I stroked her jaw with my thumb. “And I will do anything to make sure I never lose you again. ”

  “My name is Rachel Lynn Masters, I’m twenty-one, and I’m from Yorba Linda, California . . . formerly known as far West Texas. ” She winked and wiggled closer to me. For a few moments she just looked at me before taking a big breath and laying the rest of it out there. “I don’t know what I want to do for the rest of my life, but I know that whatever it is, I want to do it with you. ” Closing the distance between us, she kissed me softly and spoke against my mouth. “I forgive you, but no more lies. ”

  “None. ”

  She leaned away and propped herself up on an elbow. “I’m serious, Kash. Not even the forgiving lies to save me from getting my feelings hurt. If I ask you if my butt looks big, you can’t lie. ”

  “Woman, you barely even have an ass. That was the worst example you could have used. ”

  Rachel grinned wryly and launched herself at me. Rolling so she was on top of me, I pulled her close and kissed her deeply. She groaned when I nipped at her bottom lip and I reveled in the taste of her.

  I’d missed everything about her, and I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the night worshipping her body, but I couldn’t believe that she was even here, and I didn’t want to push anything. Forcing my hands to stay on her hips was damn hard, but she was calling the shots right now.

  She dragged her teeth against my jaw, and my fingers flexed on her hips. She laughed low before whispering in my ear, “I need you. Now. Stop holding back. ”

  No need to tell me twice. I flipped us over so her back was to the bed, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and yanked it off her body. My hands went to the button on her jeans and my mouth went to her right, lace-covered breast at the same time she pulled my undershirt off me and attacked my belt.

  Worshipping her was going to have to wait until later. I didn’t have the patience for that just yet.

  I finally got the button and zipper undone and had just started pulling off her jeans when I saw it and I wanted to die. “God, Rach. ” My body froze and one of my hands slowly came up to trace the scars covering her stomach. “I’m sor—”

  “Don’t. It’s not your fault. ” Her hands left my hips and cupped my cheeks, pulling my head up to look into her beautifully pained blue eyes. “Okay?”

  Shaking my head, I kissed the inside of her wrist and pulled it back when I remembered. I looked at the long scar running up her wrist and let my lips trail the length of it before grabbing her other arm and doing the same. “Rachel, you’re beautiful,” I said softly, and leaned down to kiss the scarred word above her left breast. “And I love you. ” Crawling farther down, I kissed every inch of the scars on her stomach and vowed, “Somehow, I will make up for every mark he ever put on your body. ”

  Frenzied passion forgotten, I spent the rest of the night loving and worshipping every part of her.

  Rachel

  I SLIPPED OUT of Kash’s bed and tiptoed around his room looking for my clothes, which had been thrown around last night. My eyes landed on the midnight-blue button-down shirt he’d been wearing when he walked in and I shrugged into it, buttoning only a few of the middle buttons. I walked back over to the bed, kissed his cheek, and quietly walked out into the living room, shutting his bedroom door behind me.

  After walking into Mason’s empty room and grabbing my purse, I pulled out my phone and decided against checking the dozens of texts and voice mails Candice had left, and called her instead.

  “Mmm ’lo?”

  I looked at the clock in the kitchen and figured it was almost eight in California. “Sorry for waking you, Candi. ”

  She gasped and I heard rustling. “No, no. It’s fine, I’ve been waiting for you to call. Tell me everything— Wait. What time is it?!” I heard her counting, “Almost eleven there? Does that mean it went well?”

  A blush stained my cheeks and I bit back a smile. “Yeah, you could say that. ”

  “I knew it would!” she squealed. “So you guys are back together? Did you tell him you want to move there?”

  “Ah, no, I didn’t exactly say those words. But I will today. I’m pretty sure from how it went last night it was kind of assumed I want to be here with him. ” After searching through all the cabinets, I finally found the skillet and pulled it out, but a bunch of the pans in there clanked together. “Shit. Shh. ” I winced and hushed the pots and pans.

  “What are you doing?” Candice whispered, like she needed to be quiet too.

  “I’m making pancakes. But Kash is still asleep. ”

  “Pfft. Figures. He should be making you pancakes. ”

  I paused with my hand on the pancake mix and thought back over everything Kash had done for me last night. “That man definitely deserves pancakes. ” My voice got breathy and a huge smile crossed my face.

  “Tell. Me. Everything!”

  “Do I, now?” a husky voice asked from behind me.

  I gasped and whirled around to face Kash, who was looking sexier than any man had a right to in nothing but a pair of gray boxer-briefs.

  “Candice . . . ,” I said.

  “Go! Go, and call me later. I want details! Love you. ”

  “Love you back. ” I had barely pressed the end button when Kash pushed me up against the counter and claimed my mouth. “Morning. ” I giggled against his lips when he lifted me onto the counter.

  “You weren’t there when I woke up,” he said, and ran his hands over my bare thighs.

  “I wanted to make you breakfast. ”

  “I can see that. Lie back, Rachel. ”

  My eyes widened but I didn’t say anything as he gently pushed me back until I was lying on the counter, my legs hanging off the end. When he spread my legs farther and I felt his breath on me, my heart instantly sped up and then began skipping beats when he hooked my legs over his shoulders.

  “Kash!” I gasped and my back tried to arch off the granite when he swiped his tongue against me in one long stroke. He laughed softly against me and the things the vibrations did to me were almost enough to send me over the edge right then. My body heated and the knot in my lower stomach tightened as he continued to work me with his tongue, and just as I began shivering in anticipation, he added his fingers and my body shattered.

  He rode me through my orgasm, and when my body fell limp, he gently lowered my legs, sat me up, and scooted me to the very edge of the counter before filling me with his length. I hadn’t even realized he’d taken his boxer-briefs off. I cried out and wrapped my arms around his shoulders to attempt to hold on as he teased me by alternating between slow and gentle strokes, and slamming into me hard and fast, over and over again. When that familiar tightening started low in my stomach, I begged him to go faster and growled in frustration when he would get me as clos
e to the edge as possible and then back off completely. I caught sight of his wicked grin and vowed to return the favor. Soon. Resting his forehead against my neck, he quickened and held his pace as my fingernails dug into his back. A pleasured scream started tearing through my chest as I crashed down around him and I bit down on his shoulder to muffle any other noises I might make as he continued to drive into me until he found his release inside me.

  We stayed just like that as our breathing returned to normal, and Kash peppered my neck and throat with soft kisses. “Amazing breakfast, babe. ”

  I laughed but quickly broke off when I felt it where I was aching from the multiple orgasms I’d had last night and this morning. “Smart-ass. ”

  “Go wash up, I’ll clean the counter. ”

  When I came back out to the kitchen, he was just about to pour some pancake batter on the skillet. Smiling widely at me, he sat the bowl back down and pulled me into his arms before placing a kiss on my jaw and lips. “We need to talk about a few things. ”

  I raised an eyebrow at him and wrapped my arms around his narrow hips. “Do we?”

  “Now that you’re healing from your parents’ death, do you want to be in California?” I shook my head and he continued. “Then will you move here to be with me?”

  “I’d, uh, already kind of planned on it. ”

  “All right. ” He huffed a soft laugh. “We’ll start looking for a place for just us. And I want this time to be different for us, Rach. I love you more now than I did before, but I’m going to wait until I know you’re ready before I ask you again. I just need you to know now that I do plan on marrying you; that has not changed for me at all. ”

  “ ’Kay. ” I smiled at him and wiggled closer.

  “I want you to meet my parents . . . today or tomorrow, it doesn’t matter, but soon. I know they’ll love you. ”

  My heart started racing and I nodded my head against his chest.