The Lying Game by Miller Mickey

Author:Miller, Mickey
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-08-26T16:00:00+00:00

22

Carter

I’m jolted out of a deep sleep when I hear the sound of my own voice trying to speak.

My palms are sweaty, and I have the sensation of being on edge. Taking a few deep breaths, I attempt to still myself.

Hints of nightmares nip at me, but they fade away into the backroads of my subconscious.

I open my eyes, and a surge of adrenaline rushes through me when I see Lacy lying face-down, stark naked, in my king sized bed.

Late evening rays of golden sunshine seep through the blinds in my room.

The heat of what Lacy and I did in the kitchen this afternoon comes crashing back to me.

I’m naked too.

Although we were both wrecked when we finished, I can feel my hard-on returning as I watch her gorgeous body while she sleeps.

Sitting up in bed, I blow out an audible exhale.

So we fucked each others’ brains out. Holy fuck, did we ever.

I pull strands of Lacy’s dark hair out so I can see her ear. I contemplate whispering a sweet little nothing into her ear.

Like, sleep in your own damn bed.

I don’t let girls sleep in my bed. Especially late on a Saturday no less. I’m tall with long appendages, and I like to starfish when I sleep.

But this isn’t just anyone. This is Lacy, my original inspiration. I listen to her breathing pattern, watching her back gently rise and fall.

She’s damn gorgeous, I’ll give her that. Supple skin, toned legs from years of dance. That fucking attitude of hers has got to go, though. From watching her sleep, you’d assume she was a proper fucking good girl.

In truth, she’s the first girl I’ve been with who seems to be able to stand up to me.

Running my gaze from her heels, thighs, the small of her back and neck, I want to kiss her everywhere. Just because I can. Because even though I still can’t stand the way she’s acted in the past, I can’t deny she’s sparked something in me. What that is, I’m not sure yet.

I could never get past what she did to me my senior year of high school.

Lacy knew my dad wasn’t dead like my mom had told me all those years.

She knew, but never told me.

Lied to my face for an entire year while I was falling deeper in love with her.

That was silly love though, teenage stuff. I knew in my heart that she she was the One with a capital “O.” I had this picture in my mind of us taking it slow, dating throughout our college years, before we would finally get married and have beautiful children.

I just knew.

But then my mom told me--well, more like sobbed to me--on my eighteenth birthday in early May of my senior year that my dad was alive, that he was a powerful man and that I was essentially his bastard child who he wished was never born.

That hurt.

But I’d had so much love from my mother and my friends in Blackwell, I brushed it off at first.

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