Filthy Lies_An Interracial Erotic Romance

by Kenya Wright

  Fuck. I really want to hear her beg.

  I didn’t know how it happened, but within one day, Mia had become mine. At least, the possibility hovered over me, threatening to come true. If I had anything to do with it, and I did, there would be no more daydreaming or obsessing. No more waiting and wishing.

  Mine. All fucking mine. Finally.

  In fact, I wouldn’t stop until she understood that, felt the truth of it deep inside her heart. While she needed time to get over Tyson, there would be no other sniffing around. I’d allowed myself to be tortured with sights of Tyson and her together.

  There could be no other man.

  The moment she released the hurt that Tyson caused and fully opened herself to me, I would kiss and lick every possibly fear, doubt, and regret. I would explore her body, her soul. I would capture her heart, take complete control of it, keeping that precious muscle safe and loved.

  If she gave me the chance, I’d be her everything and more. And when she came to me at night, there would only be unrelenting pleasure, earthshattering orgasms over and over, until she moaned my name loud for all the world to hear.

  “Wait,” she whispered and pulled away from me.

  Calming myself, I leaned my head to the side. “Wait?”

  “This is fast.”

  “Not to me, it isn’t. I’ve waited three months for this moment.”

  She widened her eyes and said nothing.

  “What should we wait on, Mia?” I moved closer to her.

  She stirred as if fearing for her body to get closer to me. As if scared to let her senses lose control.

  “Maybe...we don’t have to wait,” she said. “Maybe we can just take this slow.”

  “Slow.” The word came out in a low growl. “I do slow very well. So good, you would beg me to go faster.”

  Chapter 12

  Mia

  I’d always thought Logan was a muscular frame in a hot gorgeous package. And then he kissed me, and my mouth exploded in nothing but pleasure. Meanwhile, the rest of my body yearned for the same experience.

  Clearing my throat, I asked, “So slow, I would beg for you to go faster?”

  “I promise.” His heated gaze almost burned me away.

  Damn.

  He looked like he’d been in a fight with my lips. His mouth was swollen, those blues eyes glittered, and some of his hair stuck up from me tugging on it, just trying to hold on to him, never wanting to let him go.

  Holy shit. I want another kiss. I want more of him.

  The man could kiss. He’d mastered the art and surely had a couple kissing trophies stashed away in his closet. And his kiss shattered me, left me raw and exposed. Defenseless.

  “So, we’ll take it slow?” He closed the small space between us. “But define slow for me.”

  With him so near—hard muscle pressing against my breasts—my breathing and heartbeats increased.

  My question was a breathless pant. “Define it?”

  “Do you want slow like this.” He gently took my hand, raised it to his mouth, parted his lips, and pressed my palm into a hot, sensual kiss. So erotic. The affectionate heat of his mouth warmed each finger. He landed a few more panty-wetting kisses on my hand and just when I’d thought he was done, he teased the sensitive flesh between my fingers with the moist caress of his tongue.

  And then he lifted his view to mine, searing me in place with a hot look. “Should I go that slow?”

  My legs weakened. My already crumbling resistance fell apart. I wanted Logan bad and I’d been denying this one fact for the past three months. If Tyson and Ashley could have fun, I would too.

  “How slow?” he whispered again, not letting me get control of myself. He pulled me closer to him, drowning me in his overwhelming beauty, so intense. Barely leashed. Boiling sexuality ready to burn me to my core.

  He turned his attention to my face, bringing his lips dangerously close. “This slow?”

  And then he brushed his lips across my forehead. Subtle and sensual. My heartbeats hammered. My breath snagged in my throat.

  A moan escaped me, no matter how hard I tried to keep it down. “Logan.”

  “I don’t know if I can take it this slow, Mia.” His soft mouth continued to give me a gentle caress. Sweet, yet full of lust. Feather light, but still making my heart stutter. A stroke of his lips over my lids, my cheekbones, the bridge of my nose, the line of my jaw, and the curve of my throat. He left me trembling with each carnal touch.

  “How slow?” he murmured against my neck, moistening my panties.

  I trembled. “Maybe, just a little faster.”

  Those lips curved into a wicked grin, triggering a slow meltdown at my core. His voice shifted to a low groan. “I want you.”

  Those three little words looped through my head over and over, and they symbolized the perfect description of how I felt.

  “I want you too,” I whispered.

  My brother called out from the living room, shattering the moment. “Hey, sis. Do you mind if Jodie comes over?”

  Rob’s footsteps sounded.

  With all the strength I could muster, I moved out of Logan’s delicious hold and stepped away. A pleading light flickered in his gaze as if he didn’t want the space between us.

  “Sis?” Rob appeared in the center of the doorway. “Is that cool?”

  “Yeah.” I ran my fingers through my hair, needing something to take away the hormonal shivers rushing through my body. “That’s...fine...sure. I love Jodie.”

  Rob had started dating her a year ago. He barely brought any woman around me, so I knew he was serious with her. He’d even been talking about the possibility of proposing to her once they both graduated from law school. They had another year before that would happen. I was confident that I’d be making them a wedding cake soon. Every time I saw them together, I knew it would be the right decision.

  “Cool.” Rob dug in his pockets. “I’m going to grab her. We’re going to trade outlines and compare our notes from class. What I didn’t get from the professor, I’m sure she did. Basically, we’re a power couple.”

  “Yes. Yes. I don’t need the power couple speech.” I waved him out of there. “You’re in love. You two rock. Just go?”

  Rob chuckled and turned to Logan. “Mia is jealous that Jodie and I make the Obamas look like the Flintstones.”

  Logan quirked his eyebrows. “I don’t get it.”

  “Because it doesn’t make any sense,” I added. “He’s just a puppy in love who has a thing about sibling competition. I don’t know why you’re even bragging. I have no man anymore.”

  Rob’s smile shifted to a neutral expression. “Oh yeah. My bad, Mia.”

  “No. It’s not a big deal.” I tried not to glance at Logan. “I think I’ll be getting over Tyson very soon.”

  “Good,” Rob said. “Just don’t jump in bed with no jackass. Give yourself time to heal over this guy, then after several months, see what’s out there.”

  Embarrassed, I nodded. “Uh...yeah...that’s what I’m doing.”

  Uncomfortable tension filled the kitchen.

  “I’m out.” Rob threw up the peace sign and left.

  The front door slammed shut.

  A minute of silence passed before Logan spoke. “I’m not a jackass.”

  “What?”

  “Your brother warned you from jumping into bed with a jackass. I just wanted to let you know that I wouldn’t hurt you. And no matter how I...teased you with the idea of taking it slow—”

  “Is that what that was?” I grinned. “Teasing.”

  “Oh yes. I’m finding that I like to tease you.” His gaze locked with mine as he came closer. Trapped, all I could do was stand there as he pressed his hard body against mine, his thick cock brushing against my thigh. Anticipation curled in my chest as my brain scrambled.

  Rob wanted me to take my time and not rush into anything. But all I yearned for in that moment was to drag Logan to my bed. Maybe I could have blamed it on the alcoho
l. Perhaps I could’ve pointed to the fact that it would be delicious revenge to fuck Tyson’s best friend.

  But in my heart—deep within my secret desires—I knew that I craved Logan so bad, sometimes it hurt to look and be around him.

  “Hmmm.” He was closer. Not even a half of an inch passed between us. “You like teasing me? How long has this been true?”

  I widened my eyes. “It just started tonight...of course.”

  “Then why, every time I wasaround you, I couldn’t think of no one else?”

  Shocked, I opened my mouth, but had nothing to say.

  “You really have been my obsession for these past three months.”

  “Tyson said in his book that you want what you don’t have...and when you get it, you don’t want it anymore.”

  “Really?” He clenched his jaw. “Then, try me, Mia. Test it out. Let’s see what I would do, if I had you.”

  “I-I will.”

  “You sound nervous.”

  “I am.”

  “Don’t be nervous with me. Like you said, we’ll take it slow.”

  I smirked.

  “What?” He grinned.

  “Every time you say slow, it makes me want to moan.”

  “That was my intention.”

  “Logan. Logan. What are you doing to me?”

  “You’ve wasted enough time with Tyson, and I’ve wasted enough time trying to be a loyal friend to a man who doesn’t know the definition of the word. So...what am I doing to you? Every damn thing you can think of. Just give me a signal, Mia. Just let me know when I go too far or when you want,” he licked his lips, “me to stop.”

  “I don’t think I would ever want you to stop.” I raised my hands to his face, smoothed my index finger along one cheekbone, and then the other. He went completely still, only the faint flicker of his eyelids giving away that my touch affected him.

  He hadn’t shaved this morning and the stubble on his face was scratchy. I got a quick urge to have him rub his roughened cheeks all over the sensitive spots of my body. A vision of those rough caresses hit me, and I trembled at the pleasure it would bring.

  “I shouldn’t do this.” I traced his mouth. “But, I really want to.”

  Slowly, I drew a soft line along the curve of his upper lip and then the full lower lip. My finger lingered at the corners of his mouth.

  His breath brushed against my fingers. “You’re torturing me.”

  “I think I like torturing you.”

  He parted his lips, capturing the tip of my finger between them and tenderly biting the tip. Groaning, I lost myself in the pleasure. Groaning, he sucked my finger into his warm mouth, and I had no more control—no will to hold me back.

  Tonight was supposed to be about breaking up with Tyson, not fucking his best friend. Yet, dear God, all I yearned to do was fuck Logan. Could anyone blame me?

  Logan slipped his hands up my back, cupped my nape, and our mouths crashed into each other. Sucking and licking. We both left reality, so lost in the touch of each other, the erotic spark of electricity charging between us.

  Suddenly, I realized I was starving for him. It was like he wove a spell around me with the first kiss that I could never escape. I no longer cared about how fast or slow we went, just that his lips remained on mine, and that the moment would last, and the past would remain in the past—all blurry and forgotten.

  I didn’t know what our future held, but I knew it would be tantalizingly good and filled with pleasure.

  He’s right. Now I see why a woman would be in a ‘just sex’ situation with him. I might even agree. Why not? I want him so bad.

  He left my mouth for a second and gazed at me like a wild and hungry man. “I may never stop kissing you.”

  “And I may never ask you to stop.”

  Our lips met again. Every time his mouth connected with mine, lust prickled in my gut. Not fear or worry, just need and yearning. I parted my lips and breathed him inside of me, wishing he could enter me some more.

  How could such a big, muscled man possess a mouth that was so soft and sweet?

  His warm tongue tangled with mine, showing off his skills. The space between my thighs warmed in desire. It was a slow, ravenous burn deep inside of me, flaming and rising. Burning me from the inside, making me so hot I was close to tearing his shirt off.

  The slow kisses gave way to hot, frantic ones.

  Finally, he broke our long-heated kisses. We both panted as he leaned his mouth against my forehead. In a deep and sexy tone, he whispered, “Mia.”

  “Yes.”

  And then all the magic disappeared when Tyson’s voice filled the kitchen.

  “What the fuck?!” He stomped forward but kept five feet between us. “How long has this been going on?”

  Shit. Now you come?! Really?

  “Not long.” Logan put me behind him. “And you need to calm down.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” Rage decorated Tyson’s face as he edged closer. “Not long, motherfucker?”

  Panic and guilt swept through me. And then I remembered that Tyson was the asshole. He was the one that had violated friendships and relationships first.

  “Hold up.” I walked around Logan. “Don’t worry about how long. Just get your sneakers and boxes and everything else out of my place.”

  “Get out of your place?” Tyson didn’t move. Instead, he glared at Logan, not even looking my way. “It’s just like that?”

  “Yes. And this is my place. Get your shit and go.”

  “Why Mia?” Again, Tyson’s attention remained on Logan. “Because you’re sucking his dick now?”

  “How dare you?” I stepped to him and shoved his arm, wishing I was bigger. “You’re a piece shit. You’ve been fucking my best friend this whole time.”

  Tyson clenched his jaw.

  “Go!” I pushed at him again. Tyson barely moved.

  Although wild rage blazed over Logan’s face, he tenderly moved me out of the way, encircling my hips with one hand and guiding me to the other side of the kitchen.

  And then he turned around, stomped over to Tyson, and stood directly in front of him. A violent edge thickened Logan’s voice. “Did you hear her?”

  Oh shit.

  I inched closer, unsure of what to do if they ended up fighting.

  Both men towered over me, both men’s builds were stacked in muscle, and both looked like they could give a good beating. At this moment, I was mad Rob had left. If Logan and Tyson fought, there would be no way I could break them apart.

  And with the way the temperature and anger rose in the room, someone could seriously get hurt. Logan had already planned on breaking Tyson’s legs for exposing himself to his sister.

  Tyson leaned his head to the side and cracked his neck. “I’m not going anywhere, until I have a conversation with Mia.”

  I tried to get back in front of Logan. “Trust me, when I say this. You need to get as much of your stuff as you can and leave.”

  I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep Logan from hurting you.

  But Tyson was bullheaded and stupid. “I’m not going anywhere until I get an explanation!”

  Unable to help myself, I pushed him again, trying to get him out of my kitchen. “You have some nerve even coming in here after you’ve been sleeping with Ashley and—”

  Tyson finally turned to me. “I would never sleep with your friend. Why the hell would you even say that? You’re the one fucking people’s friends.”

  I snorted. “Oh really, Mr. Fifty Fucking Shades of Stupid? You’re such an artist, writing it all down like a creepy psycho. I’ve read your notebooks!”

  His hard expression faltered. “Those were my thoughts—”

  “I don’t care if it was your soul.” I pointed at him and then gestured to the door. “Get your shit and get out of my house.”

  “And do it now, while you have access to your legs.” Logan stepped to my side.

  Tyson growled. “What the fuck does that mean?”
/>   “It means that I’m going to respect Mia’s place and not mess it up from kicking your ass.” Logan edged closer to Tyson and fisted his hands. Vicious heat radiated from his huge frame. There had never been a time where I’d considered Logan to be a dangerous and scary guy. However, in that moment, I knew I would never push him to anger. He was too fierce and frightening to witness.

  “I’ve read your notebook too. I know what you did to Monica, showing her your little dick,” Logan hissed. “And I should go to the police and charge you—”

  “She was eighteen.”

  “Whatever. Who knows, you could’ve done it before. But that doesn’t matter. I should involve the cops, but I want to have my fun.”

  I swallowed.

  Tyson’s face remained hard and confident, but his hands shook at his sides.

  A terrifying smile spread across Logan’s face and made my heart beats hammer in my chest.

  “So, there will be a day when I find you and I won’t have to worry about keeping the place intact.” Logan leaned his face closer to Tyson’s as if daring him to try to hit him.

  “Look, man.” Tyson raised his hands and backed up. “Whatever you read was fiction. I was just writing. None of that stuff is true.”

  “I’ll ask my sister.”

  Tyson nervously bobbed his head. “Uh...yeah. Just ask her—”

  “You’re sick.” Logan shook his head. “You’ve got a problem, and I want to help you with that.”

  “Listen, man.” Tyson backed up some more, no longer the cocky individual that had stomped into the kitchen. “There’s no need to get the cops involved in any of this and there’s no need to threaten me or anything. I’m about to get my stuff and go. Okay?”

  I sighed. “Just hurry up, Tyson.”

  Nodding, Tyson backed away several steps as if worried Logan would sucker punch him. Once he reached the beginning of the hallway, he turned around and rushed off to the bedroom to hopefully get his crap.

  No longer caring about Tyson, I touched Logan’s arm and stepped closer, smoothing my body against him. “Are you okay?”

  Logan’s body trembled against mine. I had no idea how much he’d been holding himself back, but the man was beyond pissed.

  “I’m fine,” Logan said. “I just get tired of scum. At no point has Tyson tried to be a decent anything, not a decent friend, man, boyfriend, anything. I’m just tired of it. I want to break his face.”