Page 36 of Fierce Lies


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I watched her face as she came undone beneath me, her eyes squeezing shut, her mouth falling open in a silent cry. The sight of her pleasure pushed me over the edge, and I followed her into oblivion, my release tearing through me with unexpected force.

I pulled out, grunting as my cum squirted over her thighs, making her legs quiver.

Fuck, she looked good like that.

I flopped down beside her, drawing in air as I savored the moment. I'd not had a fling recently, and the feel of a real woman was always better than my hand.

Elena's eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling steadily. For a moment, I allowed myself to forget everything else—the suspicion, the investigation, the questions about her motives.

She looked at ease right now, still riding the high, a small smile on her lips.

"Thanks for pulling out, I don't have condoms," she breathed. "I wasn't… well, expecting that. I am on birth control though, just so you know."

"That's good." I was inwardly scolding myself for getting so caught up in it, but I'd already seen her doctor’s prescriptions for birth control in my deep search of her. It was still better to be safe than sorry.

"You often get horny when emotional?" I asked as I propped myself up on one arm.

"No… but you excite me more than you should," she murmured, her cheeks reddening as she slipped her hand under my open shirt, running it up over my shoulder to trace the burn scars there. "Even your scars, I find them… beautiful."

I scoffed, finding that hard to believe. "How?"

"They tell a story, one of survival. I'm sure it's something you don't want to talk about though. Just know that I don't see it as ugly, Jackson," she said quietly, her eyes soft.

Damn her. From the moment I'd laid eyes on her, she'd drawn my attention, and now, she was unraveling me in ways I didn't want her too.

The last time I'd fallen so hard for a woman, she'd left me for another man. Fucked him in our bed, where I found them tangled in the sheets after coming home early from a mission to surprise her.

It had turned me off dating or getting involved with someone. It gave them too much power to break a part of you.

"Can I see them?"

I frowned, caught off guard by her request.

"My scars?"

"I understand if you'd rather not," she said quickly, biting her lip in a way that made me want to kiss her again.

Instead, I sat up and shrugged off my shirt, tossing it aside and turning my back to her. Turning my back to a potential enemy wasn't wise, but there was something real and genuine about her that had me doing stupid things. Going against everything I believed and had been trained for.

It was dangerous.

I shuddered as her fingers traced over my scars ever so lightly.

"What was the tattoo?" she asked, her featherlight touch drifting over what once had been a dragon tattoo on my back. Fitting, considering it was now a jagged mess of scarred tissue and black ink.

"A dragon, I got it before I enlisted," I shared. "Got all the others during my breaks between missions."

"Right." There was no pity in her tone, more an awe as her fingers danced over them, pausing on a few scars not from the flames. Scars from bullets, and one from a knife.

I knew she wanted to ask about them, I could feel it in the air. Instead, I turned back to her, lying down again and keeping myself propped on one elbow.

"Do you have any scars?" I asked, wanting to learn more about this woman getting under my skin.

"Nothin like yours, little ones from kitchen accidents, one on my knee from jumping a fence as a kid with Ivy," she said, a small smile dancing on her lips. "We were stealing a rose from Mrs. Monroe's garden to give to my mom for her birthday. Heard her coming out so we tried to run for it. Funnily enough, she popped by that day to see why we'd done it, saw the rose in a vase on my mom's counter and me with my knee all patched up, and she told me to just let her know next time I want flowers for my mom, especially on such an occasion."

Elena was a woman with a soft heart, I could see that as she giggled and shook her head at the memory.

"She sounds like a good neighbor."