Kiss and Tell

  TAKE A CHANCE

  BOOK THREE

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  2022

  Lisa Helen Gray

  Edited by Stephanie Farrant at Farrant Editing

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  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

  CHAPTER FORTY

  EPILOGUE

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  Books by Lisa Helen Gray

  PROLOGUE

  Eli

  The world could tip on its axis and I wouldn’t notice right now; and I have Rebecca James to thank for that.

  With her gorgeous as fuck body, smart wit, and sassy comebacks, the woman has me falling apart at the seams.

  Fuck.

  The scent of her vanilla perfume—warm, sensual, and elegant—pulses through my senses. The taste of Malibu on her lips explodes across my tongue. Add in her silk smooth touch, and I can’t fucking think straight.

  Even as the first splatter of rain hits my cheek, I’m unable to pull away from her. I should. But I don’t. The woman oozes sex, and she is begging to be fucked.

  The day hasn’t been a good one—until now. After nearly losing my brothers in a fire, then Reid getting stabbed, I thought I’d end the night with a stiff drink.

  Not a stiff dick.

  But that’s what I have, and I’ve had it since the moment Wyatt and I walked into The Ginn Inn and I saw the beautiful blonde bombshell sitting next to Evie, smirking in our direction. Thankfully, my brother had been more interested in Evie, our new receptionist, which gave me plenty of time to get to know the best friend, Rebecca.

  Her sea blue eyes told a story; a dirty, sordid story. The minute those pearly blues landed on me, my cock got hard.

  Now, hours later, we are outside her place. We aren’t even out of the taxi before her hand is over my cock and my lips are on her neck.

  Rebecca pulls back, pushing her hair—tangled from the rain—out of her face.

  Fuck, she’s gorgeous, even with smudged mascara and smeared lipstick.

  Her mouth calls to me, and like a magnetic pull, I lean down, capturing her lips like they are pulling me to them. I can’t get enough. And fuck if there isn’t something hot about kissing her in the rain, and her thin clothes clinging to her flesh, emphasizing her slender frame.

  Pulling back, she grins, the hand she has over my cock applying pressure.

  “Are you coming in?” she queries, her gaze running down my body, to my cock.

  I don’t have a real choice. There is no way I can leave, even if I wanted to. I’ll be suffering with a hard dick all night, and I’ll forever wonder, what if.

  I cock the corner of my mouth up in a half smirk. “Unless you’re okay with me fucking you out here?”

  She turns, reaching into her bag for her keys. I stare down at her round, tight arse that is more than a handful, and I bite my lip to keep in the groan. Before our night ends, I know I’ll have her bent over, her arse slapping against my cock.

  She pushes open the door and drops her bag just inside, before turning to me, her movements slow, predatory. The twinkle in her eye is naughty, mischievous, and fuck if I don’t want her more.

  Before she has a chance to open those ruby red lips, I pick her up by her arse cheeks, and she immediately wraps those long legs around my waist.

  Stepping out of the rain, I take us inside, and my gaze immediately zones in on the marble table in front of us.

  Just what I had in mind.

  My foot kicks back, and once I hear the door click shut, I head over to the table, dropping her arse onto it.

  She leans back, her wet, white top clinging to her chest, which gives me a fantastic view of her tits. I cup her tit whilst grinding into her, and her moan echoes in the foyer.

  “My bedroom is upstairs,” she rasps, rolling her hips.

  “Yeah? But I like you like this,” I tell her. Her eyes bunch together, before I take her by surprise by pushing her flat on the table. “Exactly like this.”

  I reach for her sexy as fuck jeans that seem to cling to her flesh like a second skin and peel them down her legs. Seeing her commando, my dick hardens even more.

  “Do you go commando a lot?”

  “I was in a rush to meet Evie,” she confesses. I smirk and tug her towards me until her arse hits the edge of the table. “What are you doing?”

  “What I’ve been dying to do since I sat down next to you,” I admit, keeping my voice low.

  Her gaze drops to my mouth, and I know she’s seeing the barbell. Her eyes flash with need, and an array of emotions fly over her expression.

  Desire.

  Lust.

  Want.

  “And what’s that?” she whispers, which soon turns into a moan as I run my fingers up her thighs.

  “Take your top off for me, Becca. I want you to play with your tits,” I demand.

  Her pupils dilate at the command instead of her being turned off. She leans up, ripping her top off, and I sink my fingers into her sex.

  “Fuck, you are soaked.”

  “Oh fuck,” she pants, grinding against my hand.

  I lean over her, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth, before slowly moving down her body. I listen to every inhale and exhale. I feel the rapid beat of her pulse as I explore. I nip and lick every inch of her, before finally getting to her pussy.

  Greedy for more, Rebecca spreads her thighs further apart, but I have other plans. I grab them, throwing them over my shoulders.

  She moans as I lean down, my hot breath over her pussy. God, she smells like vanilla everywhere.

  Flicking the ball of my tongue piercing over her clit, her body bucks off the table. I grin, doing it again and again, until it’s too much, but not enough. Sucking, licking, teasing, I slide my fingers inside of her.

  “Eli,” she cries out, her entire body thrashing with pleasure.

  “Fucking greedy,” I growl, shoving three fingers inside of her.

  “Fuck me! Fuck me, Eli,” she demands, thrusting against my face.

  Kissing her pubic bone, I continue a path up her body, and as I reach her mouth, she surprises me by crashing her lips against mine, her tongue caressing mine in a frenzied hurry.

  Fuck.

  Not even as a kid did I explode in my jeans, but right now, feeling her writhe and moan my name, I’m close to.

  I undo my belt before ripping my T-shirt off. Her eyes glisten with lust as she stares up at me, licking her bottom lip as she takes in my body, her gaze running over my tattoos.

  I grin, kicking off my boots and then my jeans, before standing naked before her.

  Her lips part as she stares down at my erect cock. I smirk and run my hand over the girth, my thumb flicking over the barbell at the tip.

  “Fuck me sideways. I’m not sure whether I’m in Heaven or Hell, but I’ll take it,” she moans, still eyeing my cock.

  “Are you sure you can handle me?”

  She grins, leaning up. Her nipples brush against my chest, and I grit my teeth, trying to keep it together so I don’t hurt her.

  I’ve never wanted anyone so badly before.

  But Rebecca James surprises me. Not only do I want to fuck her, but I like her too. She made me laugh, has interesting things to say, and is definitely not the cliché people make models out to be. She has it all going on a
nd it intrigues me to no end.

  She pats my chest twice, fluttering those lashes at me. “Baby, it’s not whether I can handle you, but whether or not you can keep up,” she remarks, her voice sultry and low.

  My dick twitches at her comeback. “Challenge accepted.”

  Her grin is one of triumph, and fuck if I haven’t hit gold with her. After, if this is as good as the promise, I might give her another go.

  Maybe.

  I sheathe my cock with the condom, and as the tip of my dick presses against her entrance, her hand runs down her body, pinching her nipple before slowly caressing the flesh of her stomach, finally stopping between her legs.

  My balls tighten as she begins to massage her clit.

  “Fuck,” I growl, and without warning, plunge inside of her. The legs of the table scrape across the floor, so I grab her hips, sliding her to the edge as I thrust inside of her.

  Her pussy coils tightly around me, and I swear, I can feel her pulse around my cock.

  “Yes!” she cries out, her tits bouncing as she arches off the table.

  The flesh beneath my fingertips turns white from my grip as I pummel even harder into her.

  “So fucking tight,” I growl.

  The sound of my balls hitting her arse accompanies our heavy breaths.

  “Harder,” she cries.

  “Play with yourself,” I demand, as I grip her a little tighter.

  Her tits bounce with each thrust, and I nearly come inside her from the sight. Her eyes close as her lips part, and her cries of pleasure deafen me.

  Her pussy is begging for me, squeezing me in a vice.

  This isn’t going to be the only time I fuck her tonight. But right now, drowning in desire, I need her in every way possible.

  I pull out, ignoring her outrage, before I swing her around. “Put your hands on the table,” I demand, my voice harsh and filled with arousal.

  She grips the counter, and I run my hand down the slender arch of her spine, until I get to her arse. I grip my cock at the base and line it up at her pussy.

  She rears back at the feel of the tip, sliding me all the way in.

  Fuck!

  As I begin to thrust, I grab her arse, spreading her cheeks apart. I find the spot, applying pressure with the pad of my thumb, thinking she’ll probably refuse, but as I push inside, her moans increase, and she thrusts back onto me harder.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” she screams.

  “Fucking greedy cunt,” I rasp, pressing my thumb into her tight hole.

  Her pussy squeezes my cock as her orgasm tears through her, and the feel of it turns me into a ravenous beast.

  I grip her hips, and with force I should probably be wary of, I slam her back on my cock. My balls slap against her with each thrust, but I don’t slow or gentle my grip.

  “You like that?” I ask, but it comes out as a demand.

  To my shock, she replies, “Harder!”

  I’ll break her if I go any harder.

  I step back, and her hands drop from the table. I push her down until she’s bent at the waist, her hands on her knees, and ram my cock inside her.

  My balls tighten, as does her pussy.

  “Yes!” she cries.

  I keep my hand on her hip while reaching for her arse, shoving my thumb into it again.

  Sweat trickles down my spine and chest.

  Her pussy squeezes my cock, and I explode, thrusting inside of her until every last drop is wrung from my cock.

  Fucking hell.

  Panting, I pull out, reaching for her when she goes to fall. I lift her up into my arms, dropping her arse back down on the table.

  Pushing her hair out of her face, I bend a little until we are eye level. “Was I too rough?”

  She lazily blinks up at me through her dark lashes, and a small, satisfied smile tugs at her lips. “Is that all you’ve got?”

  I relax, my smirk back as I rip the condom off, tying it before dropping it on the floor. I pick her up, squeezing her arse as her wet pussy rubs against my abdomen.

  “I’m just getting started, you little minx.”

  With that, I head upstairs, knowing our night is far from over.

  *** *** ***

  Pressure on my stomach stirs me from sleep. My eyes sting, letting me know I haven’t been asleep long.

  As my lashes flicker open, I take in the white ceiling, and a grin spreads across my face. Last night was phenomenal.

  Never, from the first time I had sex, have I found someone with the same sexual appetite as me. Until her. She took, and she gave, whilst begging me for more. For a few moments, I even worried I wouldn’t be able to keep up with her.

  If I’m not careful, she’ll end up monopolizing my thoughts. And I may just let her.

  Her blonde hair fans across my chest, one of her arms and a leg wrapped over my waist. I run my finger down her arm, watching goose bumps rise in its wake.

  I close my eyes, picturing our night. I hear her laughter, see her smile, and feel her moans vibrate across my chest.

  Every taste, every touch, and every word flows through every fibre of my being.

  I want her.

  Again.

  I’m not sure there’s a position we didn’t do. Each time I thought I wouldn’t be able to go again, she’d touch me, say something funny, or do something stupid, and I wanted her all over again.

  Like now. Her breath blows across my chest, stirring every nerve ending.

  Her hand slides across my stomach and down as a low hum slips past her lips. Her hand grazes my cock, and I groan, grinding into her touch. “You really are insatiable.”

  I roll her onto her back, looming above her, and grin. “Says you,” I croak out, my voice filled with sleep.

  My gaze goes to the floor, and for a moment, it takes me a second to register what I’m seeing.

  No.

  On the floor, next to a fallen pillow, is a used condom that missed the bin.

  I freeze. Everything within me freezes. I can’t move. I can’t breathe. I can’t speak.

  Fuck.

  My worst fear is coming to life.

  Again.

  Leaking at the tip of the condom is my cum, soaking into her carpet.

  Images of pregnancies, marriage, and parenthood slither up my spine.

  I barely know the woman. I barely have time for my own life, let alone someone else’s. My family and our business takes all of it up.

  My mum warned me. She warned all of us this might happen. And we laughed her off, thinking if we were careful enough, it would never happen to us. We were cocky. Stupid.

  God, so fucking stupid.

  At least the last time it happened, it had all been a lie. I got lucky. This time, I've seen proof of my recklessness soaked into the carpet.

  Rebecca runs her hand across my jaw. “Are you okay?”

  The sweet melody of her voice snaps me out of it. I come unglued and push off her, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Yeah, I, um, I need to go.”

  “Go? But I thought…”

  I snort. “Babe, the night is over. I don’t have time to give you another orgasm.”

  “Well, okay then,” she mutters, sitting up as she clutches the sheet to her chest. I glance around for my clothes, not seeing them. “They are downstairs.”

  My gaze goes to the condom again, and I gulp. “I’ll, um—thanks for a great fuck,” I splutter out.

  She snorts, and in all her naked glory, gets out of bed. She walks past me and goes to her bedroom door, reaching for her gown. She slides it on and pulls open the door. “Goodbye, Eli.”

  Her expression tightens, and it’s like a hit to the chest. Last night, she had been so carefree, so full of laughter.

  “Becca—” I begin, but stop myself, not knowing how to tell her what is going on.

  “Just go. Last night was good. Really good. But somewhere from you coming down my throat, to us waking up, I’ve asked you to spend the rest of your life with me. I guess I just missed it,” she bites out.

  I begin to leave, but pause at the door. “Becca—”

  “I thought you were leaving.”

  Letting out a heavy sigh, I head downstairs, quickly grab my clothes, and begin to pull them on. The silence is uncomfortable, and I feel her gaze on me as I get dressed. “You didn’t, by the way—ask me to spend the rest of my life with you. I just don’t want to make this awkward.”

  “Awkward for who? You’re the one who has made this awkward. Not me.”

  “For Evie. I’ve got to work with her, and my brothers will kill me if I fuck that up.”