Текст книги "Uncovered by Truth"

Автор книги: Rachael Duncan

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WITH MY HAT pulled down low, I run down the street and up the side of the house and around to the back. When I’m in front of the door, I don’t know if I should knock or just walk in. I look around to see if anyone can see me back here and knock. The anticipation of seeing her has me on pins and needles as I rock back and forth on the balls of my feet, waiting for her to greet me. The door opens slowly, and I can’t help the wide smile that spreads across my face when our eyes meet. She looks better than she did the last time I saw her, and that gives me hope.

“Hey,” I say. It’s such a casual statement when our reality is anything but.

She smiles softly at me. “You’re here.” The relief in her voice isn’t lost on me.

“I had to see you. Can I come in?”

“Oh, yes, of course.” She moves out of the way and allows me to enter. I watch her as she closes the door behind us. Her back is to me as she pauses. The hesitation concerns me and makes me wonder if I made a mistake coming here.

“Elizabeth.” My tone is gentle, coercing her to turn and look at me. She complies and the look on her face causes my heart to crumble. The sadness consumes her, but there’s a new emotion there too.

Shame.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” She looks down and shakes her head. I walk over to her and cup her face in both of my hands forcing her to look up at me. “Talk to me.”

She holds her breath and lets it out in a rush. “God, I’m so embarrassed you saw me like that,” she whispers, roughly wiping away the tears that refuse to be held back.

“You shouldn’t feel embarrassed. Do you know how thankful I am that I was here?” My thumbs rub back and forth under her eye. I couldn’t care less how she looked. I’m just glad I was here to stop her.

“It was so stupid of me.” More tears fall from her eyes and run down the back of my hand.

“Hey, it’s okay now.” My arms wrap around her and hold tight. Her body shakes and I feel the sorrow rolling off of her with each shudder, hiccup, tear, and gasp for air. I’ll gladly absorb it. I’ll take every ounce of pain if she’ll let me. “Let’s sit down and talk.” She nods against my chest and I kiss the top of her head before leading her to the couch in the living room.

After we’ve sat down, she lets out a deep sigh. Her fingers rub beneath her eyes to remove the makeup that has streaked her flawless face. “Ugh, I’m such a mess,” she says as she continues to wipe at her cheeks.

“Stop it.” I grab her hands to stop their movement. “Every time I look at you, you steal my breath away.” I lean in and pause, needing her confirmation this is okay. She nods just the slightest bit, and that’s all the acknowledgment I need. My lips connect with hers and it’s like fireworks in the dark of night. One simple touch and I’m lost and home all at once. I’m completely lost in her—to her—and find solace whenever she’s around.

Soon, her lips are parting and I take advantage by slowly sliding my tongue between them. An involuntary groan vibrates in the back of my throat when her tongue reaches out to touch mine. My hand travels up her neck and through her hair where I hold her to me. It’s been so long since I’ve felt her, tasted her that I feel like a starving man. I push back every carnal instinct that’s telling me to lay her down and strip her bare right here, right now. After a minute or so, my restraint is hanging by a thread and ready to snap at any moment. Disconnecting our lips, I place a small kiss to the tip of her nose and rest my forehead against hers. “I think we should talk a bit before we get carried away.”

She nods but then sits up abruptly, startling me. “Oh my God, Alex. The cameras. Cal has cameras in here and can see us. You have to leave.” She gets up and starts pulling on my arm. Her eyes are wide and frantic as she tries to get me to leave.

“Relax, sweetheart. He can’t see us right now.” She stops tugging on my arm and furrows her eyebrows in confusion.

“What do you mean?” She slowly lowers herself back down onto the couch.

My hand rubs the back of my neck trying to relieve the stress that’s building. I don’t want to lie to her, but I can’t tell her everything right now. “I can’t really go into it, but I have the ability to disconnect the feed while I’m here.”

“Why didn’t you come sooner? Where have you been this whole time?” she asks. Now that she’s in a clearer state of mind, I can see the wheels spinning in her brain trying to piece together everything that’s happened.

“I didn’t think it was safe, and I’m staying in an abandoned building right now,” I hedge.

“What do you do during the day? I know you’re supposed to assassinate Hutchison, but what’s the plan? Why aren’t there people following you? Are you in danger?” It’s like the dam containing her curiosity explodes as the questions pour out one after another.

Shaking my head, I say, “I want to tell you everything, trust me, I do. All I can tell you is I’m buying a little time while other things get worked out. They think I’m out doing research and setting things up to kill Cal’s opponent, but I’m not.” She opens her mouth looking like she’s going to ask more questions, but I cut her off. “Please don’t ask more questions,” I plead. Her mouth closes and she examines me briefly before deciding not to push the issue.

“When is Cal coming home?” I ask. The video might be off, but I’d still be in a heap of shit if he came back and saw me here.

“A couple days. He’s off campaigning.” The tension in my shoulders eases slightly knowing he won’t be coming home soon. Now I can relax a little and enjoy my time with Elizabeth before I have to go back to reality.

“You don’t go with him anymore?” I hadn’t seen her in any of the recent campaign videos, but I’m curious to know if this is temporary or permanent.

She shakes her head. “Aaron thought I was too much of a liability after I froze on stage and had to be escorted off.” Her gaze shifts down to her hands where she’s fidgeting with a piece of string on her shirt.

“I saw that. What happened?” I’ve wanted to know ever since I saw it. I know the press put out a statement claiming she was being treated for exhaustion, but I don’t buy that bullshit.

She bites her lip and shakes her head several times. “You have things you can’t talk about, and I have mine,” she says just above a whisper. Her bottom lip quivers as she holds in the tears.

I grab her arm and gently pull her into me. Leaning back, I hold her while her head rests on my chest. “You don’t have to tell me,” I reassure her. She nods her head. “So, do you want to watch some trashy TV? I’ve got way too many brain cells right now and need to kill a few off,” I joke with her. I want so desperately to make her laugh and smile, and it works. Her body shakes slightly as a small laugh leaves her lips. It’s fucking music to my ears.

“Sure.” She grabs the remote and scrolls through the DVR listings. To my horror, there are pages of Housewife shows on there. “I haven’t been keeping up with my shows,” she offers up in explanation.

“Why not? You realized how God awful it is?”

“Uh, no.” Her tone changes from lighthearted to somber. “It made me think of you, so I couldn’t bring myself to watch it.”

And now I feel like the biggest ass.

“I’m so sorry, Elizabeth.” I reach out to comfort her again, but she shakes her head so I stop.

“I’m tired of living in the sadness. It’s eating me alive. Now that you’re here, I want to move forward and let go of all of that, okay? If I don’t, I’m going to drown in it.”

“Okay, from now on, we only talk about good things.”

“Exactly. Now, let’s destroy some of your underused brain cells,” she teases with a little smirk before leaning back into me. In this one moment I see and feel it. The girl I know and love. I rest my chin on the top of her head as we turn our attention to the TV.

We only watch about fifteen minutes before we’re sitting facing each other, bantering back and forth like we used to. There’s light in her eyes, her face is animated, and most importantly she looks happy. It’s the best I’ve felt since all hell broke loose six weeks ago.

Damn.

It feels a helluva lot longer than six weeks. Before, I swear we’d been apart for an eternity, but sitting with her now, the time away from each other vanishes. Almost like it was a dream or some distant, vague memory.

We’re both quietly laughing when our eyes lock. An all too familiar electricity courses between us and our laughter quickly dies. The darkening of her eyes and lust filled expression matches my own.

“Come here,” I demand softly. When she’s close enough, I grab her by the back of her neck and guide her to straddle my lap. My mouth crashes into hers, needing to taste her sweet lips. I could do this all day long and die a happy man. A little moan passes through her lips, which spurs me on. My tongue slides into her mouth to deepen the kiss. Her tongue meets mine eagerly stroke for stroke. The little sounds of pleasure she makes are about to drive me crazy as my dick strains against my pants. She moves her hips slightly, grinding down on my hard on. With everything she’s been through, I want to make sure she has a clear mind. I don’t want to move too fast, blue balls be damned.

“Wait,” I say breathlessly while pushing her away by the shoulders. Her lips are red and swollen from my attack, making me want to do nothing but devour them again. Closing my eyes so I can stay focused, I continue, “I don’t want to rush this. You’ve been through a lot the last couple days, and I just want to make sure you’re—”

“Please, Alex,” she interrupts. “I need this. Make me feel alive.” My eyes fly open to look at her. With those words I’d expect to see desperation, but I don’t. Passion radiates from her incredible emerald eyes, and what little restraint I was holding on to snaps. She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

She leans in to kiss me again, but I dodge her mouth in favor for her neck. I’m going to take this at my pace and worship every inch of her body. I want her to remember each place I’ve touched and tasted so when she’s lonely at night, it’ll be this moment she goes to for comfort, warmth.

Reassurance.

Reassurance that there’s someone who cares for her deeply. Someone who will go to the ends of the Earth to make her happy and keep her safe.

My mouth trails kisses up her neck excruciatingly slow as I grip her hips and pull her closer to me. A gasp rushes out of her mouth when I suck on the spot behind her ear. Her hands fist in my hair, pulling on the ends. “Alex,” she says on a moan.

I kiss her jawline and she tilts her head back to give me better access. My hands move inch by inch up her sides, over her ribcage, and graze the side of her breasts. Reaching out, I cup both of her perfect tits in my hands and gently squeeze them. She grinds against my cock again, obviously looking for some relief. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll get you there.”

Pulling away from her neck, my gaze lands on the buttons of her shirt as my fingers begin undoing them. “What? Not going to rip this shirt off of me?” I look up and am met with a challenging smirk. She arches an eyebrow at me when I don’t move or say anything. Not being one to back down from a challenge, I grab both sides firmly and rip it apart. She looks down at her exposed chest and back up at me through her eyelashes. She bites her lip and that’s my undoing. Between seeing her plump breasts covered in a sexy black lace bra and the naughty look on her face, I need her now.

In a flash, I flip her so she’s lying on the couch and I’m hovering above her. “You sure know how to test a man’s control.” Her only response is a coy smile. I pull the cups of her bra down, exposing her nipples. Leaning down, I attach my mouth to one as my fingers pinch the other. I groan in appreciation as she arches her back in response to my touch.

Moving further down her body, I run my lips down her stomach until I’m at the waistline of her pants. Her belly twitches in anticipation as I tease her, denying her what I know she wants most. Finally, when I don’t think I can hold back anymore, I slowly unbutton and unzip her pants before sliding them off. She has on a pair of matching black panties, and when I lean in I can smell her arousal. Her scent makes my mouth water and I know if I don’t taste her in the next few seconds, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.

My finger hooks in the side of her panties and moves them over to expose her flawless pussy. “Mmm, you look so damn amazing,” I say before going after what I want. My tongue licks up her seam slowly. The first taste of her has my dick throbbing in the most painful way, desperate to be inside of her. I take two fingers and spread her lips apart so I have perfect access to her clit. I lick up her center again before stopping at her sweet spot and circling it with my tongue. I keep going as she writhes, screams, moans, and calls out my name. When she’s close, I insert one finger into her wet core, and then another. As I suck on her clit, my fingers rub her G-spot. Within seconds, she’s coming all over my hand and mouth. I lap up every drop as she rides out the waves of her orgasm.

“Wow,” she says on a breath. I can’t help the grin that stretches across my face. Wow is right. That was fucking amazing. I love watching her move under me and hearing her come. Knowing I’m the one making her feel that way is indescribable. I want to beat on my damn chest and carry her off to a cave where I can do it over and over again.

Her chest heaves up and down as she regulates her breathing. Her cheeks are flushed and a sated look possesses her eyes. “I’m not done with you yet. I was just getting started. Now I’m going to love you.” The warm look that crosses her face fills my heart. And I don’t care how big of a pussy that makes me sound like, it’s the truth. She’s all I need in this world to feel complete.

She bites her lip as she watches me undress. While taking off my shoes, I reach behind me and pull my shirt up and over my head and then stand up and take off my pants and boxers. My cock lets out a sigh of relief now that it’s not restricted. Sitting back down on the edge of the couch, I hook my fingers in the top of her underwear and slide them down her legs until they’re removed. My hands trail a slow path up her calves, along the inside of her thighs, brush over her center, and continue further up until I’m cupping her face.

“I’ve told you I love you, now I’m going to show you. This isn’t going to be fast and hard. We have plenty of time for that later. Right now I’m going to take you nice and slow. I’m going to swallow every moan, enjoy each sigh, and savor the feeling of you wrapped tightly around me.”

She leans up and kisses me softly. I brace my left hand next to her head to support my weight before grabbing the base of my erection with my other hand and guide it into her heat. Once I’m completely buried in her, I pause and blow out a breath of air with my eyes closed. “God, you feel incredible.” She starts to move her hips but I grab her to stop her movements. “Give me a second, sweetheart, or this’ll be over way faster than I intended it to be.” A small giggle causes me to open my eyes. “You think this is funny, huh? We’ll see who’s laughing before it’s all said and done.”

I withdraw from her slowly before gradually sliding back in. I keep this pace, refusing to go any faster when she demands it. Her head thrashes from side to side with the torturous build up. “Look at me, love,” I whisper in her ear. Leaning back, we lock eyes. I grab her hand and thread our fingers together and continue to rock into her while holding her gaze.

She really is gorgeous. From her beautiful green eyes, to her perfectly sculpted body, she blows every wet dream out of the water. But it’s her inner beauty that has me captivated, has me feeling things for her I’ve never felt before.

“I’m close, Alex,” she says, still maintaining eye contact.

“Let go for me, Elizabeth.” And she does. She screams out my name as her hands go to my shoulders and claw at my back. The sharp pain mixed with the intense pleasure sends me over the edge with her. I thrust one final time as I find my release. My head drops to her shoulder and I bury my face in her neck. I pepper small kisses over her soft skin, earning me a hum from her.

“I love you, Alex.” She’s said this before, but this is the most vulnerable she’s ever sounded. I wonder if I’ve finally penetrated through her walls and stripped her down to the wonderful person that she is where she doesn’t have to lie, put on a fake personality, and can be honest.

Now I’m the one lying.

“I love you, too.”

WE’RE LYING ON the couch with her head resting on my bare chest as I draw circles on her naked back. As much as I want to stay here and live in the moment, my mind is racing with the million things I’ve got to figure out and do. First on my list is to think of a way to keep in touch with Elizabeth.

“I’ve been thinking,” I say.

“Hmmm,” she responds lazily.

“We need a way to talk to each other so I know you’re okay.” She tenses with my comment.

“Alex, I told you I wouldn’t try to hurt myself again.” Her voice is stern, but underneath it is a layer of hurt.

“I’m not saying you’ll do that again, but I don’t trust that asshole you’re married to. I can’t stop by every day, and I need to know he’s not hurting you.” She relaxes back against me.

“I could always text you,” she offers.

I shake my head. “I don’t have a phone right now, but I have email. We can set you up with a fake account so it’ll look like you’re my sister. That way if anyone is watching me, it won’t look suspicious.”

She looks up at me with furrowed eyebrows. “Who would be watching you?”

I tread lightly, careful not to give her too much information. Keeping a level tone to mask the fact I’m being purposely vague, I say, “The guys who took me.”

“You don’t know their names?” she questions further.

I shake my head. “No.”

I hate not telling her the truth. I hate she has no clue about my real life. But most of all, I hate that she calls me Alex when that’s my cover name. Just the thought of telling her the truth has me breaking out in a sweat. She already has one man in her life that betrays her, and I don’t want her to feel like she has another one.

“I’ll go grab my laptop,” she says on a sigh before getting up. I watch her ass sway back and forth without a stitch of clothing on as she walks away. My cock stirs back to life, wanting more of her. I haven’t even begun to have my fill of her yet, but something tells me I never will. No matter how many times I’m inside her, it’ll never be enough and I’ll always want more. She’s definitely my addiction, my drug of choice.

She comes back into the room with her laptop in hand, but my eyes are fixated on her amazing chest as it bounces slightly with each step. “Like what you see?” she asks playfully.

“You know it,” I say with a wink that causes her to grin salaciously. I sit up so she can sit down next to me. After her computer is started up, we set up a fake email.

“Does Cal monitor your activity on here?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “Not that I know of.” That doesn’t exactly make me feel better, but this is really our only option. It’s driving me bat shit crazy not being with her all the time to ensure her safety.

“Okay. We’ll have to come up with some sort of code words so that I know if something is wrong and you need help.” She nods her understanding. “Got any ideas? It needs to be a word or phrase that’s easy for you to remember, but hard for others to decode. To anyone else it’ll look like normal conversation, but to us, it’ll have meaning.”

“How about . . .” She looks up at the ceiling in deep thought before continuing, “Gump?”

My eyebrows furrow because of her word choice. “Gump?”

She gives me this look that says, ‘Really? You don’t know this?’ Typical woman. “That day we played paintball . . .” she trails off, giving me a clue.

“Yeah,” I draw out. Then it hits me. “Oh, I remember now. You got shot in the ass that day.” I try hard to hold back the laughter, but it comes out anyway. Out of all the places for her to get hit, she takes one to the ass. What are the odds?

She giggles a little. “Exactly. So if there’s a problem, I’ll call you that in my email.”

I lean in and kiss her. “That’s perfect,” I say against her lips. She seals her lips over mine and I’m about to pull her down on top of me when I realize I’ve been out for a while and I need to get back. My lips pull away from hers reluctantly. “As much as I’d like to keep doing this, I really have to go.” Her shoulders sag in disappointment and I hate it. I place my hand on her face and rub her cheek with my thumb as I stare into her eyes. Damn, I love this girl. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’d stay if I could.”

She lets out a sigh and leans into my touch. “I know. When will I see you again?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll come back as soon as I can though.” I get up and get dressed. I’m not even gone yet and I’m already dreading being away from her. She stands up and slips her arms through the sleeves of her shirt. She starts to button it but pauses when she realizes she can’t. I give her a cocky grin when she looks up at me through her eyelashes. My eyes drag over her body. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen with her shirt open down the center, only exposing the middle of her body. I follow the path down until they stop at the apex of her thighs. My tongue darts out and licks my lips as I remember the sweet taste of her arousal.

A throat clearing brings me back to the here and now. When I look up, it’s Elizabeth that has a cocky grin plastered on her face now. “You sure you have to leave?” she taunts with a seductive gleam in her eye.

A growl rumbles in the back of my throat before I’m advancing toward her. She retreats until her back hits the wall and there’s nowhere for her to go. Grabbing her wrists, I pin them above her head with one hand. My finger feathers down her sternum and her breath hitches when I reach her clit. “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart,” I say against her lips. “My restraint is hanging by a thread. If you keep pushing me, I’m going to fuck you against this wall until you can’t move.” Her breathing accelerates with each word. She thought she had the upper hand with her display, but I’m in control now.

“That doesn’t sound like much of a deterrent, Mr. Matthews.” She’s trying to play it cool like she’s unaffected, but the breathy tone of her voice and darkening of her eyes says otherwise.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To be taken against this wall hard and fast?”

She shrugs nonchalantly. “Eh,” is her only response. She wants to play? I’m down.

I grind my hips into her, earning a small moan. “Looks like I’m not the only one ready to snap, am I?” She bites her lip, refusing to admit to me that she desperately wants more. That’s okay, I’m a patient man. I’ll have her begging me in no time. “Don’t move your hands from this spot. Understand?” She nods in acknowledgment.

My lips find her neck and kiss down it ever so slowly. She gasps when my tongue traces her collarbone. Fighting back the smug smile that threatens to take over my face, I continue sucking, kissing, nipping, and licking her skin. I push her shirt open to uncover her large breasts. Sneaking a glance up, I see she’s watching my every move with clouded eyes that are filled with lust and desire. My finger traces a circle around her nipple, careful not to touch it. I flick it, causing her to arch her back and throw her head back on a moan.

“You want more?” I ask, my own restraint being tested to the limits.

She swallows hard before bringing her gaze back to me. “Eh,” she says again with another damn shrug. A low chuckle leaves my mouth at her stubbornness.

My tongue traces the same path my finger took around her nipple. Looking up at her while I do it, she squeezes her eyes shut and presses her lips together. I drop to my knees quickly, causing her to look down at me as I grab one of her legs behind her knee and drape it over the back of my shoulder. I raise my eyebrows at her in expectation, but she’s still holding back from me. Time to make her beg for it.

I kiss her thigh, her stomach, everywhere but where she wants it. While I do this, I rub my hands up and down her legs and cup her ass. She whimpers in frustration, but I’m not giving in. My fingers skim over her core softly and her hands go to my head and fist my hair.

“Uh, uh, uh. Hands up top,” I chastise.

“Please, Alex.”

“Please, what?”

“I want more. I need more.” She tries to pull my head to the apex of her thighs, but I’m not done toying with her yet.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please. Make me come. I need to come,” she says breathlessly. In a flash I’m standing on my feet, pick her up, and have her pinned against the wall. She lets out a small yelp in surprise. I unbutton and unzip my pants quickly before pulling out my throbbing cock. Positioning it at her entrance, I slide into her in one, hard thrust. I don’t stop fucking her until she’s screaming my name and begging for her release.

We walk to the front door hand in hand. Before opening it, I turn back toward her and kiss her on the nose. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

She nods her head, tears pooling in her eyes. “Okay. I love you.”

“Love you, too.” I place a soft, lingering kiss to her lips and then leave. Hurrying down the driveway, I have to fight not to turn around and go back to her. I feel off when I’m not with her, like a part of me is missing. And I guess it is. She holds my heart, giving me a greater purpose in this life.

Once I’m shielded by some of the larger bushes at the edge of the yard, I look over my shoulder toward the house and see her standing in the large window. She waves and then blows me a kiss. I couldn’t stop the grin that spreads across my face if I tried. I wink at her and continue my way toward the street. Yeah, it’s going to damn near kill me to try and stay away from her for a few days.