Page 29 of Lie to Me

He shrugs and pulls me into his arms. I lay my head on his chest and listen to the sound of his heart racing. Kent kisses the top of my head. He's been amazing this last year.

  After the showdown and Simon stabbing me, I've not seen my family. Occasionally, my mum and dad send a message to let me know they still love me, but for the most part, they respect that I don't want them in my life.

  Simon is in prison still--thankfully. Mum said he's receiving help, but I shut her down because I don't want to hear it. I don't want to waste a second thinking about him ever again. When he gets out, I'll get a restraining order.

  I recovered quickly from the surgery, though Kent kept fussing over me for a lot longer. Can't say I didn't love every second of it though. We both had three weeks off work, and we spent it on the sofa, not letting go of each other.

  Since everything came out, I feel so much lighter. Kent knows it all, and there's no need for me to worry about someone from my past turning up. Looking back, I wish I'd come clean straightaway, but I wasn't sure that Kent really wanted a relationship, and I wasn't ready to talk about the miscarriage.

  He's been amazing with that, too. Once my family was out of my life, I started to grieve properly for the baby I'd lost. Kent took me to the stream at the end of his parents' garden where he handed me flowers to send down the flowing water and a yellow balloon to let go. We lay on the grass until the balloon disappeared. It was really lovely to do something to say good-bye.

  I hadn't realised how important that was until he took me out that day. I broke down for the last time, and now, I'm able to look up at the stars and imagine my little angel flying high. It still hurts when I think about the one I lost, and sometimes, I have a cry, but I'm so much better now.

  "Can we blow off our own reception and stay in bed?" he asks.

  Three hours ago, we had our ceremony, followed by dinner. Now, we're waiting until eight p.m. to have a massive party with family--not mine obviously--and friends.

  "You know, I think they would notice."

  "That's not what I asked, babe. I don't give a shit if we're missed tonight. I'm asking if we can do it."

  "No."

  "But this is our wedding night."

  "Your mum spent a lot of time, energy, and money on this reception, and we're not missing it. Besides, I want to cut my cake and have my first dance. Those are things I've dreamed about since I was little."

  Sighing, he replies, "Why couldn't you have dreamed about fucking your husband senseless?"

  "When I was a kid?" I say flatly.

  He frowns, pouting like a baby. Reaching forward, I bite his bottom lip, and he laughs, pulling his head away.

  "I love it when you bite." Pulling me closer, he presses his slick body against mine. I'm definitely going to have to redo my hair and makeup before we leave this room. "Now, how about you put that mouth to good use?"

  "I will if you will."

  His nostrils flare at my suggestion. "You have no fucking idea how much I love you, Savannah."

  "Ditto."

  Though I think I have some idea. Every day, he proves by little things or big things he does or says. I've never been happier.

  Kent scrambles down to the end of the bed and lies on his back. "I'm ready, sweetheart. Come sit on my face."

  Sighing with a little dramatic flair, I get on all fours and shuffle down. There really is no elegant way to do this, but Kent groans in response to me backing up. He seems to think everything I do is sexy, and I sincerely hope that never stops.

  He makes me feel sexy, to be honest, so I very slowly lower myself down and then wrap my hand around the base of his cock. His moan is muffled as his lips cover my clit.

  Holy fuck.

  I circle my hips, grinding against his tongue, as I take his erection into my mouth. Kent's fingers grip my thighs, and I press my lips together and suck. Kent thrusts upward, trying and a little bit failing to control the movement so that he doesn't choke me. Secretly, I love it when he loses control.

  My lips are stretched around his erection as I take him deeper. He groans loudly and flattens his tongue. It's intense as fucking hell.

  I pump his cock and run my tongue over the tip. He grows, tightening his grip.

  Kent rolls his tongue harder, faster, and keeps hold of my thighs, so I can't move. It's maddening, as I need to move. I need the friction because I'm so close. The throbbing between my legs is getting unbearable.

  My body bursts into flames down to my toes. I'm too hot, too close. I just want to come, and the way he's flicking my clit, I know it won't be long.

  He's so good at this.

  I hollow my cheeks and pump the base of his cock with my hand as my body builds and then falls apart. Kent lets go of my thighs, and I rock, riding out my orgasm at the same time he groans against my flesh and spills into my mouth.

  Swinging my leg over, I collapse onto the bed, breathing heavily.

  He chuckles. "You're perfect, babe. That was perfect."

  "Yeah, it was."

  I'm sensitive as hell down there now. My body is still floating on an orgasmic high, legs like jelly and heart pounding. He makes me feel this way every time we're together, and I can't get enough.

  "Are you sure I can't convince you to stay here?" he asks, clambering up and flopping back down beside me.

  He tugs me into his arms, and I lay my head on his chest, throwing my leg over his.

  This is where I belong.

  "Nope."

  Well, obviously, he could. It wouldn't take much because since we said, "I do," I seem to want him even more, but we have a lot of people celebrating with us this evening.

  Sighing hard, he runs his fingertips over my stomach. "Fine."

  "KENT!" Max shouts from outside our room. Toby is also there--at least, I assume the wolf-whistling is him. It's unlikely to be anyone else. "Get it, boy!"

  "Your friends are idiots."

  "Yeah," he agrees, chuckling at their antics. "I did get it though."

  Rolling my eyes, I push myself up. He's smiling like he's got everything he could ever want or need, like there's nothing out there that could top how life is right now. I feel it, too. My heart beats fast in my chest at the knowledge of having this man for the rest of my life. And it's really nice, knowing we can both "get it" over and over again whenever we want.

  "I love you, Kent."

  "I love you, too, babe."

  Acknowledgments

  As always, there are a few people I couldn't do this without.

  To Zoe, Kirsty, and Kim, thank you for having my back when I'm fighting a deadline and not thinking that every word I write is complete nonsense. Natalie, thank you for beta reading! You ladies will never know how much I appreciate your support.

  Sofie, I rarely have any ideas for my covers. I send you a very vague description of the book, and from that, you somehow know exactly what to do. I love your covers, and you've really outdone yourself with this one.

  To my husband and our two boys, thank you for being there.

  Jovana, you are amazing. Thank you for always fitting me in your schedule and finding things in my manuscripts that I would never see!

  And thank you, readers, for reading Kent and Savannah's story.

  About the Author

  UK native Natasha Preston grew up in small villages and towns. She enjoys writing contemporary romance, gritty Young Adult thrillers, and of course, the occasional serial killer.

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