Lying Hearts

by Kelli Callahan

She was beautiful when she fell apart.

  And I couldn’t wait to put her back together.

  I didn’t want to admit that my body was hurting because there was no way I would show weakness in this moment. I flipped us over until I was on my back and she sat on top of me. I caressed her sides, humming when her skin pebbled from the feather-light touch. Her tits were perfect, round, full, and perky with nickel-sized areolas.

  “Best view I have ever seen in my life,” I said, more to myself than her. I was astonished that I was able to witness such beauty.

  “Easton,” she whimpered my name as she started to rock. Her movements were unsure since she had never done it before and damn it, that had my toes curling and my teeth embedding in my tongue as I held myself back from filling her again.

  I loved the sound of my name leaving her lips while she used me, while she taught herself what she liked and what felt good as she rode me. Luna picked up speed as she gained confidence, and as she rocked, her clit rubbed against my pubic hair.

  “Yes, oh god, you’re so deep. You feel so good. So big, Easton.”

  “That’s it, baby. Take my cock, fucking take my cock, Luna,” I gritted, tossing my head back and straining my neck when she rocked faster. “Fuck! Fuck, yes. You know how to ride my cock perfectly. Just like that.” I didn’t have to tell her anything. She knew what I wanted. We knew what each other wanted without saying a word. We were harmonized to give each other the best pleasure; it was programmed into our very souls.

  “Oh god, Easton,” she moaned as she bounced up and down, scratching my chest, and marking me. She was so wet; my cock plummeted in and out of her so fast, I could hardly string a coherent thought together. “I’m going to come,” she gasped. “You’re going to make me come.” Luna’s body trembled, and her hips stuttered as an orgasm rushed over her body, shaking her uncontrollably. “Easton! Oh, Easton,” she called out for me, and hearing my name again as she came had me flipping her over and driving in deep, prolonging the spasms of her orgasm.

  Planting myself as far as I could go, hot jets of my come bathed her walls, and with every rope that left me, I tried to thrust in deeper, trying to get my seed as far into her as possible. “Luna,” I whispered and languidly rocked, slowly, not meaning to bring pleasure, but just to feel one another. I lowered myself and kissed her sweetly, swallowing her broken breaths as she tried to calm her racing heart.

  There was just no use. I was forever a changed man. My heart would constantly race because Luna was the best sex of my life, just like I knew she’d be.

  “I love you,” I told her again, silencing her words and mind with another kiss. I didn’t want her to say it back because I knew she didn’t mean it yet. I knew she loved me, but in order for her to say it, she had to trust me. “I fucking love you so much.” I held her close and held my cock inside her while I situated us on our sides.

  Her hand laid over mine while I held her hip to keep her close. It was the best feeling in my life.

  “What’s this mean, Easton?” she asked while I buried my nose in her hair and inhaled. She smelled of strawberry shampoo, and it lulled me even more into a peaceful state. I was almost hypnotized by how good I felt.

  “It means we’re together, Luna. This is how it’s supposed to be.” I placed a kiss on her bare shoulder and dropped my chin into the crook of her neck. “We were always meant to be.”

  “I know,” she said, agreeing with my statement. “I just feel like it’s happening so fast.”

  “What do you mean?” I chuckled. “This has been in the making since we were four. If anything, it’s the slowest love story of all time.”

  Luna snickered and wiggled her ass against me as she pressed closer. “I guess you’re right. I can’t believe I’m here with you.”

  “Are you happy?” I mumbled against her shoulder, afraid of what she would say.

  “I didn’t think I could ever be happy with you, Easton, but I am right now. I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time.”

  “Me too, Moon.”

  I rolled to my back when my arm started to hurt too much, and she came with me, laying her head on my chest, and I wrapped my burnt arms around her side. It was bandaged and it hurt, but I didn’t want to take too many of those pain pills they gave me.

  The different position had my cock sliding out of her warmth, and I immediately missed it. I was semi-hard, and I knew I could go another round, but I wanted her to rest. Even though I was bone tired, I was wide awake. Probably because it was barely six in the evening. We had had sex for a few hours, and I was barely sated. I wanted her again.

  And again.

  Until she passed out from so much pleasure.

  “Easton?”

  I ran my fingers lazily down her side. “Yeah, baby?”

  “You ever going to tell me why you have no furniture? Your bed is on the floor.” I heard the humor in her voice.

  “Are you making fun of me?” I started to tickle her side, right where her ribcage ended and attacked.

  “Ah! Easton,” she giggled, doing her best to get away from me, but even with one arm out of commission and the other at fifty percent, I still had her pinned. “Easton! Stop, stop!” her loud squeals of laughter reminded me of when we were kids.

  I slowed my fingers, and she relaxed, her stomach rising and falling from how hard she breathed in and out. “I love it when you smile,” I said, watching her cheeks blush as she looked away from the compliment.

  When her eyes landed on me in the next instance, she leaned in and kissed the dimple on my chin. “I love that dimple, and I’ve been wanting to do that forever.”

  “You can do it forever now,” I said. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to my chest until her nipples scraped against my own. It was a little uncomfortable because of the cast, but I’d live.

  Even if every bone in my body was broken, it wouldn’t be enough to deter her away.

  Not when I finally had her right where I wanted her.

  It was peace.

  It was sanctuary.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Luna

  “Well, well, isn’t this not surprising,” a voice said, far away in my dream.

  “Let me see,” another said.

  “Oh my god, look. Our Easty-poo is all grown up, guys,” a different deep voice inserted.

  I rubbed my eyes and wiggled, burying my nose in Easton’s chest and inhaled. He smelled so powerful, something about that pine scent had my body going crazy.

  “Aw, she’s sleepily trying to get close to him. You can’t say that isn’t adorable,” another chirped in.

  Easton’s arms tightened around me, making me feel safe and secured. I felt his semi-hard cock under my leg since I was laying on top of him. Who needed a mattress when I had a hunk of a man? Easton kissed the top of my head, and I grinned. The voices snickered in my dream, and I didn’t like that.

  “What the… get the fuck out! Out! You damn assholes!” Easton shouted with so much anger that his chest rumbled, and the vibration woke me up. He had his arm protectively wrapped around me, and then gripped the sheet that had fallen down my back, up to my neck to cover me. “You better get the hell out!”

  “Woah, calm down,” Zeke said.

  Zeke.

  I gasped and fell to my side, gripping the sheet to my chest as I stared at three Moore brothers standing at the end of the bed. All of them had their arms crossed and smiles on their faces.

  “We didn’t see anything,” Ezra said, rolling his eyes. “We came by—”

  “—To check on you since you weren’t answering your phone,” Zeke finished.

  “Guess we know why.” Ezra winked at me, and Easton let out an annoyed breath.

  “Will you guys get out? I’m fine,” Easton said, dropping his hand to my leg and squeezing.

  “We see that,” Evan finally spoke up. You had us worried. Hi, Luna.”

  “Yeah, Hi, Luna!” Ezra and Zeke said at the same time, waving at me in u
nison.

  “Hi,” I said, my face burned, and I knew it was cherry red with embarrassment.

  “We are going to be downstairs,” Evan said, then pointed at the sheet. “One of you guys are bleeding a little. Luna, check his bandage please before you come downstairs for breakfast.”

  “Breakfast?” Easton asked, then checked the time, and his eyes widened. “Holy shit, it’s tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow? Oh my god, I need to check my phone and let everyone know where I am. I bet they are worried sick.”

  “Nah, you’re good. I told them ya’ll were together,” Zeke said as he backed away toward the doorway. “Everyone knows what Luna and Easton are doing.”

  Everyone.

  I gulped.

  “Get out,” Easton hissed, throwing a pillow at his brothers. “Jesus, have some respect. This is Luna we are talking about here. Get the hell out before I throw you out.”

  His protective instincts had the sore space between my legs throbbing and ready for another round.

  The Moore brothers whispered under their breath as they walked out the door, and as Evan closed the door, I saw a crooked smirk tilt his face.

  “I’m sorry about them. You okay?” Easton’s knuckles grazed my jawline, and I sighed in content from his touch.

  “I’m fine. It’s just your brothers. I know how they are.” And then a sour feeling took over my stomach when I realized what I had just said. “Easton, I’m sorry for being friends with your brothers without you knowing—”

  He silenced me with a kiss, morning breath and all be damned, and I didn’t mind. I kissed him back with the same eagerness he was giving me, and I cupped the back of his head. His tongue woke up my mouth, wishing it a very good morning.

  When he pulled away, I followed, wanting more, needing more of him.

  “Mmm, does my Moon need lovin’?” he asked, teasing me by flicking my nipple.

  “Maybe,” I moaned as his lips found my neck.

  “That’s too bad,” he said as he pulled away, leaving me needy.

  “That’s so rude,” I pouted as he yanked the sheet off my body. The cold air made me shiver. I looked down and gasped when I saw how swollen my nipples were and how many red bites were on my breasts.

  “As much as I want you right now because I do,” he fisted his hard cock to prove it, “Evan said one of us was bleeding. Now, my arm is fine. So it isn’t me. It doesn’t look like fresh blood, but maybe I scratched you too hard or something, or you did me,” his voice lowered when he remembered how I sunk my nails into his skin.

  The marks raked down his chest, like claws of a cat. I couldn’t help it. He’d felt so good, and I had waited so long to feel him that having his cock inside me wasn’t enough. I needed to be closer, and I went wild. I wanted to show him how good he made me feel.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, reaching for his chest and touching the injured skin. “You already have a broken arm.”

  “Don’t ever apologize for this.” He laid my palm against the scratches. “I loved it. I’m not even going to wear a shirt downstairs. I’m going to wear your marks proud, baby.”

  “Easton,” I scolded playfully, but the territorial side of me loved the idea of him showing the marks.

  “Let me check this beautiful body. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you,” he said. He squeezed my breasts first, and they were sore from his roughness last night. “These are good,” he grunted, then slid his hands down my waist, then checked each leg. “Flip over,” he ordered between choppy breaths, and I did as he said, showing him my raw ass that he spanked. “God, my control—” Easton’s whimper made me smile into the mattress. I loved how I affected him. “I’m not fucking you while my brothers are here. I’m not fucking you while my brothers are here. I’m not fucking you while my brothers are here.”

  I bit back a chuckle as he chanted to himself. His hands gently rubbed down my back and cupped my ass, kneading the globes. I hissed because the skin was still tender from his spanking, which was something I couldn’t believe I liked, but I did, and I wanted it to happen again and again.

  “I can’t find where the blood came from,” he said. “You’re flawless.” I loved hearing the admiration in his voice.

  “That’s okay. I doubt it’s anything to worry about,” I said as I got out of bed. But as I did, something itched on my inner thigh, and I scratched it. When I looked, I saw dried come, but it was tinted pink. Everything started to click. The blood on the sheets, our combined essence between my thighs, and I had never been so mortified. His brothers saw proof of what happened last night.

  “Hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me,” Easton said as he stood up from the bed. “What’s with this face.” His thumb rubbed across my bottom lip, and I relaxed my face.

  “The blood,” I said. “It’s mine.”

  “Where? Are you hurt? Show me.” He started spinning me around again, and I nearly got dizzy and fell over.

  “I’m fine. It’s… you know.” I slid my eyes down and then back to his face, hopefully, he would catch on. “You know,” I repeated, and I waited for it to dawn on him. When it did, his face looked so damn smug I wanted to kiss it.

  Or slap it.

  No, kiss it for sure.

  I shoved his chest. “Easton. Your brothers saw…”

  “They don’t have to know,” he laid his arm across my lower back, “that I was your first. But I will never forget as long as I live.” Easton dropped a kiss to my nose and tugged on a curl. “Come on; I’ll take these sheets off and wash them. Let’s go downstairs and see what they want.”

  I wanted to stay in bed all day. Damn, Moore’s brothers. “We should have locked the door.” I tossed at him over my shoulder as I shook my ass, walking to the bathroom. “I was hoping for more of what happened last night.”

  He pressed the heel of his hand against his erection and leaned against the wall. “Baby, that mouth, you better hush before I shut it up with something. And they have keys; it wouldn’t have mattered if the door was locked.”

  I turned on the shower and poked my head out from the doorway. “Then come shut me up because I just have so much talking left to do, Easton.” He almost made it over the bed in one jump, but his foot caught the edge, and he stumbled. The only thing catching him from falling was the wall he hit. He groaned, pressing his hand against the arm that burned. His nostrils flared with pain, and he closed his eyes, to breathe through it.

  “Oh god, Easton!” I ran over to him and pushed him back toward the bed until he sat down. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry. What were you thinking, jumping over the bed? Let me see. We need to change the dressing anyway like the doctor said.”

  “I don’t want to until I shower.” Each word was said between clenched teeth. “Fuck, that hurt.” He had sweat breaking out all over his body, and his chest rose with every ragged breath. “Can you please get my pain pill, baby? Break it in half for me. I don’t want to be drowsy today.”

  “Of course.” I ran to the nightstand, grabbed the orange bottle, opened the white lid, and spilled about five pills in my palm before putting four back. I broke one in half and grabbed a water bottle from the mini-fridge he had in the corner. “Here, sweetheart.”

  He opened his mouth and plopped the white pill on his red tongue, then handed him the water. He chugged half the bottle and sighed, leaned back, and shut his eyes.

  My eyes were perverts. He was in pain, but all I could do was inspect his sexy body, the dips in his hips, and the firm swell of his pecs. God, he was so damn sexy. His cock laid against his belly, not as hard as it was, but still plump. How was it possible for every inch of a man to be perfection? It wasn’t fair to the rest of the male species, hell to the world, that the Moore brothers walked around, gorgeous with big dicks.

  I suddenly had an idea that would make him feel better. I fell to my knees and rubbed my palms up his thighs, making his cock jumped from the attention.

  “What are you doing?” His voice lowered to a deep husk, one
that reminded me of whiskey after it burned my throat on the way down.

  “Making you feel better.” I wrapped my lips around the crown, and he arched his back.

  “I think…” He swallowed, and the gulp was audible, making me grin around the mouthful of cock in my mouth. “I think it’s working,” he said. “Just like that. What pain? Oh, fuck. I’m the luckiest man in the fucking world. Oh my god,” he blabbered on and on as I sucked his cock, and I would have laughed if I wasn’t busy lapping at his cock.

  I bobbed, shoving five of his big, girthy inches into my mouth while my hand wrapped around the base. My fingers didn’t even touch around his shaft, that was how wide he was, and the way my lips stretched to the max for him had me reaching between my legs and flicking my clit. I whimpered around his cock, and he moaned. When I looked up, I saw him staring at me with heated eyes.

  “Are you touching yourself?”

  I nodded the best way I could.

  His eyes rolled back, and his spunk hit my tongue in thick sheets. I swallowed greedily, circling my clit faster. He filled my mouth just like he filled my pussy, and it had me popping off his cock, groaning into his leg as I came. Since my mouth was open, some of his come dribbled out and pooled against his skin.

  Being the surprisingly dirty girl that I was, I lapped it up, not wanting to miss a droplet of him.

  “I don’t know about you, but I suddenly feel so much better,” he said.

  My shoulders shook as I laughed, and I patted his thigh as I stood. I bet he felt better because I know I did, and I couldn’t wait to do it again.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Easton

  I practically floated down the stairs. Between the blowjob and the pain pill, I felt like I was on cloud nine. I couldn’t stop smiling, and Luna punched me in the gut, in a playful manner, to stop me from smiling like I just got lucky.

  But I did! And I couldn’t stop smiling about it.

  “I’m glad someone is getting laid around here,” Ezra said as he drank coffee at the table. “Because it sure as hell isn’t me.”