by Eden Rose
The Lies We Believe
Lie With Me Series Book Three
By Eden Rose
Copyright © 2016 Eden Rose
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Dear Reader:
I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am that you are reading Confessed. The road to writing this story was long and bumpy but I do think that Damien and Audrey won’t disappoint you. Their story is difficult, hot and steamy.
If you love it, please consider leaving a review at your purchasing site.
XOXO,
Eden
AUDREY
I’ve been ignoring my computer and phone for the past two days now. The last time that I looked at it there was a bunch of text messages that didn’t make any sense. Someone is trying to blackmail me into doing something that I have nothing to do with.
I won’t go away, Audrey. It’s time for you to give me what I fucking want.
Every letter is signed the same way. No signature or calling card.
I let out a deep breath and then roll my neck in order to get these kinks out. Doesn’t work. I try it again and again, and the same thing happens. There is like a blockage in my neck that doesn’t allow me to crack it.
“Audrey?” Garrett calls through the door.
After moving back to California five years ago, I have been staying with Garrett and Liz until I got back on my feet. Yeah, that was five years ago and I’m still living here. In my defense… Yeah, I don’t have much of a defense and I’m not moving any time soon.
It’s a big house with enough room for me and all of my stuff. Plus, Miss Meow is loving all of the space to run around in and to terrorize.
“Yeah?” I ask as I open the door. I’m wearing the only black dress that I own and I have my hair gathered to the left side in some sort of style. What do I wear to my brother’s funeral? I have no idea. Do I dress up? Do I look pretty? Does it even matter? I don’t think it does.
Baron was killed in the line of duty over in Iraq. He drove his truck over a bomb that was being guarded by a child. The poor guy didn’t even have a clue as to what was happening before it was too late. He was killed instantly and went without pain, they tell us. However, we are all so mad that he died.
“Just checking to see if you are almost ready to go,” he says as he walks into my room.
My room is a disaster since we found out what happened to Baron. They kept his body for a month before they allowed us to bring him home. I’m still not sure why it took so long before he got to come home, and I don’t know if I really want to know.
I shrug my shoulders and then shove my feet into some black sandals. That’s the nice thing about California, it’s always sandal weather. “Yeah. I guess I am.”
With a quick look around, I look at the mess of clothes on my bed and then the mess of shoes that are scattered over the floor. That’s going to be fun to pick up when I get home. Oh well.
Garrett pulls me into a big hug against his side and squeezes me. Just then, Liz goes to the other side of me and hugs me as well. I’m perfectly cocooned and I love it. “Thanks, guys,” I whisper and then look over at Jerry.
The pretty redhead that captured Baron’s heart is standing at the door with her head in her hands. They got married about three years ago and have been side by side as often as they could be with Baron constantly being deployed.
“Oh, sweetie,” I say and run up to hug her. She’s got tears running over her chin and I can feel her chest moving up and down from the sobbing.
“Let’s just get this going so I can go home and cry with our girls.”
That’s another thing. If there is such a thing as a god, why would He take away a perfectly good father from my nieces? I don’t understand how these things work and it’s awful that my nieces are going to have to hear Taps today.
I nod my head and wrap my arms tighter around her slim body and squeeze. It’s still weird to see Garrett, Liz and Jerry in the same room as each other after learning about their history.
For real though, my best friend was also banging girls? When did that happen? After confronting her about it and asking why she didn’t tell me, she said that it wasn’t my business who she fucked. That stung me for a few days but then I realized that she was lashing out because she didn’t want me to know.
“Why so serious?” Davey, Liz’s Blue Macaw, yells out and rocks back and forth on his perch. That damn bird. “Wanna fuck?”
I look over at Liz and then we all start to laugh. The bird likes to watch The Dark Knight and he’s taken it upon himself to become the Joker. I swear, this bird is bat shit crazy.
Our laughter is what kept us together as we walked out of the house and into the driveway.
“All right,” Liz says as she rubs her hands down all of our backs and then kisses Garrett on the cheek. “Let’s go and get this taken care of.”
Deciding that it’s a good idea to all drive separately, I load myself in my hybrid and begin to make the thirty minute drive to the funeral home. The tears begin to fly down my face as I think of all of the things that we won’t get to do anymore as a family. Baron is dead and he won’t be there to watch his two little girls grow up or get married. He won’t watch Garrett and Liz have kids or even me…
By the time I’ve pulled into the drive for the funeral home, there’s already a lot of people there. There’s a huge gathering of people in the front that are all wearing Army uniforms and they have their rifles in their hands as well. Each person that I pass, reaches out their hands in order to console me but I don’t want that. I want my brother home and I’m pissed at every single one of these assholes for not protecting him.
Baron had risked his life to help all of these men and he would do it again if he needed to. It’s bull shit that they are going to be so fake to me and act as if they care. This is probably routine to them. Funerals, burials and then new soldiers coming in that are going to see how evil war is.
“Hey, Audrey. Is there anything that I can do to help you?”
“Hey, sweetie. Are you doing okay?”
People ask me as I walk past them and I stop and make small talk while I continue to walk towards the doors.
I felt an energy transfer between myself and someone else and when I turned around, I saw the blue eyes that have haunted me for five years.
My hate and anger from being around all of this is now redirected towards Damien. We haven’t spoke in five years since he left me in the alleyway outside of the restaurant in L.A. I knew he had moved back here shortly after me but I hadn’t made an effort to go and see him.
Why?
Who breaks up with their girlfriend a few nights before they face their rapist in court?
An asshole that I just happened to miss.
Damien
I recognized that beautiful body as she walked past me. Granted, I knew she would be here. Why wouldn’t she be at her brother’s funeral? What I didn’t expect was her to be more beautiful than she was when I left her in the alley way all that time ago.
Her brown hair is darker than it was the last time that I saw her and she’s filled out more. I do like the fact that her fucking tits have gotten bigger. Including her ass that has stretched her clothing to accommodate it.
That ass that I spent months obsessing over and
lusting over is right in front of my face and I can’t help but want to bite it. Damn, she’s gorgeous.
I walk up to her and I place my hand lightly on her arm to get her attention. Arrogantly, I knew that she recognized me because she has a big smile on her face as she watched me walk over to her.
“Damien Alexander,” Audrey whispers to me and looks me up and down.
Over the past few years, I have worked out more and am confident in my looks. Well, I have always been pretty confident, but I know that I look better now than I did back then.
“Audrey Michaels.”
I look her up and down. Her eyelashes are covered in thick mascara and I can tell that she had been crying recently. “I’m so sorry to hear about your brother,” I say to her.
She nods her pretty head and then looks over to the side. “Would it be terribly inappropriate for me to say that I wish you got fat or something?”
I burst out laughing and close my eyes as I drop my head back. “Really?”
“Yeah. You know. Even the playing field or something.”
“Well, I can tell you that you got even more beautiful.” I know it’s wrong, but I see her face as it lights up from me being close to her. All of those years away from her, only made her even more attractive.
There’s a throat being cleared and I look up to see her brother staring at us. He’s got his arm wrapped around the chick that Kurt fucked back in Texas. I think her name was Liz… Yeah. That sounds about right.
Liz is staring at me as if I have three heads and I’m about to attack her or something. “Audrey, are you alright?” She asks her friend.
Audrey nods her head and then looks over at me with a sultry look. What kind of asshole am I that I’m turned on because of her brother’s funeral?
Audrey
Everything is going about as expected. The speeches regarding my brother are beautifully written and thought out. His former teammates from the military are there and they all have the best things to say about him. His former police family had all nice things to say about him.
Even our mother said some nice things. I don’t know if I believe it because she’s sobbing uncontrollably.
Now, before you say that I’m being cold about that, she’s also the one that told me that I was lying about being raped. Then she was also the one that started throwing all of my belongings into a suitcase so I would move faster. And let’s not forget that she had told my brothers and myself that she wishes she didn’t have us on more than one occasion.
To most people that would be a sign of heartbreak. To our family, it’s a sign of my mother losing her mind. She doesn’t care and we all know it.
The final eulogy is just as I expected: Full of tears and a bunch of people upset about the loss of life of my brother. Baron didn’t deserve to die like this. Hell, no one does. My brother was a giving person who gave his life (literally) to his country and now his daughters are going to have to mourn him.
Damien is staring at me from across the casket as it drops into the ground. I don’t hear a single word that is being said because I’m too busy focusing on Damien.
His cheeks filled out some and I can tell that he hasn’t been working out as much as he used to. The one thing that I had noticed the most about him is that his chest has gotten broader. Which is okay with me because I’m not twenty-one anymore. I’m sure I’ve gotten bigger since the last time that we had been together.
What kind of person does it make me that I’m fantasizing about a man during the funeral of my brother? A sick mother fucking person.
“Beautiful service.”
“I’m so sorry about your loss.”
“Baron was a beautiful man.”
People pay their respects as they leave the cemetery to go on about their day. Never mind the fact that my brother risked his life for everyone and now he won’t see his daughters get married or have a life.
And then there’s me.
Damien wades through the crowd and then stops in front of me. Before I could say anything, I’m running into his arms and I wrap myself around him like an octopus.
“Sh, baby, tell me what’s wrong.”
I shake my head and plant it in his neck. He smells like the same as always. A little like fresh water and mint. It’s the best scent I have ever smelled.
“Tell me what you need,” he whispers to me.
In that moment. I knew exactly what I needed and it’s something that only Damien could give me. I need to be owned. I need the type of sex that is all encompassing and that will totally shut down my brain due to the pleasure.
Deciding to bite my pride back, I whisper in his ear: “I have a place nearby.”
He kisses along my jaw and squeezes me tighter against him. Even though we are in a public place, and outside, I still feel so connected to him. It was like the last five years never happened. Those five years worth of heartache never took place.
“What are you saying?”
“I want to fuck.”
Before you judge me, I’m highly emotional and vulnerable right now and I need affection.
What I would like more than anything is for my brother to come home.
Damien
Hearing her say those words to me is the biggest turn on I have ever heard. I knew I wanted to sink into her hot body when I first saw her across the room but I didn’t think she would ever want to be with me like that again.
I hold her closer to me and grip the back of her thighs in my hands. I’m walking us back to my car and I hope she knows that I’m not letting her go this time. Too much time has passed and I’m not going to let it slide away again.
“Where do you live?” I ask her as I open the door to my BMW convertible. Once it’s open, I slide her into the seat and she buckles up.
“With Garrett,” she says almost as if she’s embarrassed by it.
Knowing that I live alone, I walk around to my side of the car and slip into the driver’s seat. The whole way to my house is quiet and I like it that way. I don’t want to fill the stale and quiet air with useless words that won’t help us in anyway.
By the time I pull into my Victorian styled driveway, she’s looking around at everything. Since I remember how she operates, I know that she likes to be dominated and I miss exerting my control over her. I miss feeling as if I’m the universe to this woman.
Selfishly, I know that I don’t deserve it.
“Let’s go,” I say with power and pull the keys out of the ignition. As I walk over to her side of the car, I’m trying to settle my breathing. I’m so turned on right now and I don’t know if I’m going to be able to stop myself from coming before I even slide into her.
The walk from the front door to my bedroom is uneventful and I throw her on my bed with a thud. I have her naked before she can even blink.
My hand connects over and over to the flesh of her ass.
I walk around the bed that she’s lying on and I pull hard on my dick. Her ass in the air with my hand prints highlighting her skin.
“Please, Damien. Please,” Audrey begs me and shakes her ass gently in the air for me to see the highlighted reel of her ass.
I can’t help but smile to myself as she begs me. She’s so fucking sexy when she does. It’s been five years since I have been inside her. Five years since I was able to feel her and taste her.
So I have five years worth of time to make up for and I’m going to get off while I’m doing it.
“When I say now, I want you to back your ass into my face so I can suck your clit.”
She begins shaking and I can see her arousal as it floods out of her pussy and coats her lips. My girl still loves it when I talk dirty. Damn, she’s great.
I adjust myself into position and then slap her ass for good measure. Only because her ass is gorgeous and I can. Man, I fucking love this woman.
Her juicy pussy lips were plump and swollen from the orgasm that I’m withholding from her. I’ve waited five years for her, she can wait until I allo
w her to come. Plus, I want her to squirt all over my dick. Audrey’s mewls and moans only spur me on to tease her even more.
“Now! Fuck my tongue!” I demand and I stick my tongue out in a spear to slip through her coated pussy lips. She tastes sweet and a little musky from me keeping her right on the level of coming.
She’s fucking my face and my dick is painfully hard as it’s pressed against the mattress. He’s begging to come out and sink into her. I know it’s been awhile since she last had sex because she’s greedy as fuck right now.
“Please, Damien. Please. Oh my god. Please…” She begs and then lets out a deep bark of frustration.