Page 49 of The Lies That Shatter
We stay like that, wrapped in each other’s arms as we both gasp from breath, trying to get our breathing and heart rates to return to normal. Her pussy relaxes as my cock softens, but I don’t pull out. I want to plug my cum in there for as long as I can.
McKenna looks up at me, her beautiful chocolate eyes are sparkling as she watches me with what can only be described as awe. She looks the most content I’ve ever seen her, and I worry that anything I’m about to say will ruin the moment. So I stay quiet.
“That was…amazing.” I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face, and she rolls her eyes in return, pushing me slightly so that I roll off her.
I shift onto my side, hating the way my cock slips from her pussy. She hisses as I tuck myself into her. “Did I hurt you?” I ask, though it’s a bit of a stupid question given the noise she just made.
McKenna shakes her head. “I’m a little sore, but…this is going to sound weird. I kinda feel empty without your cock inside me.” As soon as the words leave her mouth, the blush spreads from her cheeks down over her chest and she drops her eyes.
“That’s not weird. We were made for each other.” Her eyes snap up to meet mine, and she gives me the biggest smile that melts all the ice around my heart.
“I thought maybe when this was over that you’d regret it,” she whispers, admitting something she must have put a lot of thought into.
Sudden anger passes through me. “Why would you think that?”
She chews on her lip again, before admitting, “You had rules. You didn’t want to do this until the assignment’s over.”
I shake my head. “It would have been better to wait, maybe even easier. But we tried that, and it didn’t work. It hurts more to keep away from you. Have we made our lives more difficult? Probably. But do I regret it? Never. I could never regret one fucking single moment with you, Mac. No matter what the future brings, we will handle it together.”
She leans over and presses a sweet, chaste kiss to my lips as she tries to hold back a smile. “Then let’s get the plan rolling. We’re going to work together to help Bree plant the bugs in Whitlock’s house, so they can end this. I know I’m not going to like the plan, but we need to get it over with. Once it’s done, we can leave all of this behind us. But, now that I’ve had you, I never want to spend a single night without you. You’re mine, Finn.”
Hearing the girl I’ve craved since I was a horny teenager say the words I’ve dreamt of a million times is better than any wet dream. This moment is a fantasy, and came from the part of my brain where I store thoughts of the future I daren’t think about. This is all I ever wanted.
They say that a man with nothing to lose is the most dangerous, and I used to agree, but not anymore. Now I know what it’s like to have everything, and I know how much I have to lose. In my opinion, that makes me the most dangerous man on the planet. I will fight to my last breath to protect my everything, and anyone who threatens that better be fucking terrified to take me on.
Leaving McKenna’s bed, after what can only be described as the most amazing weekend of my entire life, was nothing short of painful. Since I was a teenager, I'd dreamt about what our first time would be like. The things we would do, how she would look writhing beneath me, and the noises she’d make that only I’d hear. Let me tell you, I’m severely lacking in the imagination department. Reality was so much fucking better than anything my mind could have cooked up.
After the first time, the shyness and her lack of confidence slowly melted away. The more comfortable she got, the hotter she became. Her willingness to try new things blew my mind, and in the end, I was the one having to hold back as I didn’t want to push her too hard.
Even though we had spent many nights talking about what we wanted to do to each other… A part of me wondered whether it was just dirty talk. She’d never done much of anything sexually, and I worried that when she tried it, she wouldn’t like it. I should’ve known not to underestimate my girl.
When I close my eyes, I can still see her sitting on top of my cock. Her back arched as she squeezes and tugs at her hardened nipples, her bright-blonde hair flowing behind her, making her look like an angel. She rode my dick like it was made for her, and it was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
So, as you can imagine, after the perfect weekend together, saying goodbye was hard. We knew it was coming. Even though we didn’t talk about it, choosing to stay in our perfect little bubble for a little while longer, we knew reality was fast approaching.
We crossed the line we both said we wouldn’t cross. We knew everything that comes next would be even harder. My job with Mel wasn’t going away. If anything, it just got ten times more complicated. The thought of pretending to date her, knowing how much I must be hurting Mac, kills me. But McKenna says she understands, and I have to trust that.
Though I’m now even more invested in bringing this assignment to a close quicker. It means activating a plan I’d hoped I wouldn’t have to use, but we don’t have another option right now.
We need to bug the Whitlock home. McKenna has access, and wants to help, but she’s not experienced enough to do it safely. Plus, I don’t want to put her in any more danger than she’s already in. So, after several arguments, we agreed to do the job together.
I told her how I plan to get access to the house, and though neither of us like it, we both agree it’s the only way to guarantee the mission is completed safely.
We thought we’d need to wait for the perfect day, but in a stroke of luck, Shane let us know that Whitlock would be out of the house tonight at a meeting with him, giving us the ideal opportunity. One quick text to Mel later, and the plan was in motion. Now I just need to hold my stomach and my nerves as I pull off my hardest job to date.
Meeting Mel at the restaurant she picked, I make sure I’m dressed exactly the way she prefers. We’ve been on several dates now over the last couple of months, and she’s made her opinions on my clothing perfectly clear.
Whilst she doesn’t care that I’m not loaded and can’t afford designer clothing, she does expect me to look well dressed and put together any time we meet. Which involves pressed trousers, a button-down shirt, and shiny shoes. Usually I can avoid wearing the tie and suit jacket if we’re not attending anything too fancy, which I’m very grateful for as I fucking hate ties.
Tonight, I have only one outcome in mind, so I suck up my pride and pull on a deep grey tie to match my trousers. It contrasts well with the white shirt—even if it’s not at all what I’d choose. I know Mel will like it, and that’s the main thing to achieve tonight.
Even though I arrive on time, I still have to wait around for almost twenty minutes for Mel to arrive. Normally, she’s fairly punctual, so I’m a little surprised when her driver lets her out of the car and she looks more flustered than usual.
To the untrained eye, she still looks perfectly put together. Tight baby pink dress that stops just below the knee with a raised neckline, giving the appearance of being modest, if it weren’t so skin tight that it shows off all her curves.
The dress is no doubt designer, and isn’t one I’ve seen before. Then again, that’s not surprising. Mel doesn’t like to wear the same outfit more than once in case she’s spotted in it. God forbid, high society may judge her for it.
To everyone else, she looks the same; perfectly styled hair, make-up done exactly as always, clothes immaculate. But I can see the slight flush in her cheeks that isn’t normally there, and the harshness to her fake smile. Her eyes have a hardness to them that she rarely has with me, and it instantly puts me on edge. I have a lot to achieve tonight, and I won’t be able to do anything if she’s in a mood.
