Page 79 of Bound Lies

There’s no way I’m finishing without her, but I’m so damn close to erupting that it might be out of my control.

The way her pussy is gripping my cock has me almost seeing stars, and at this point, I am completely at Riley’s mercy.

“Fuck.” My spine starts to tingle.

“Kieran!” Riley cries as her head falls back, and her thighs start to shake.

“That’s it, give me another one, Riley.” I increase my pace.

I’m gripping her thighs so tightly I know I’ll leave bruises, but from the look of ecstasy on her face as she climaxes, I have no doubt she won’t mind.

The feeling of her coming on my cock is enough to send me over the edge. With one last hard thrust, I empty myself inside her.

“Holy shit.” I let go of one of her thighs to brace my hand on the side of the pool to keep myself steady.

My legs threaten to buckle from how hard I just came, but I’m not ready to pull myself free yet. I want to take a second to admire the sight before me: Riley lying limp with her auburn hair splayed out behind her and her soft thighs wrapped around my waist while my cock is still buried inside her.

But then I notice the red marks on her thighs from where I gripped her, and I grimace. There’s likely even more on her back from lying against the hard stone tiles.

“Come on.” I slowly slide myself free and reach a hand around her waist to lift her into a sitting position. “Let’s go back to the room.”

Her eyes are glazed as she looks at me, but she nods.

I guide her toward the steps, keeping a firm grip on her waist as we exit the pool, and grab a towel to wrap around her shoulders. I grab a towel from the lounger and quickly run it over my hair to dry it off a little, though when I catch Riley eyeing me like she wants to go for round two, I drop the towel and flash her a smirk.

“Enjoying the view?”

Her cheeks are still flushed from her climax, and I can't help but brush a loose strand of hair from her face. But before I can lean in and brush one last kiss against her lips, I spot them.

Two men, maybe mid-thirties, standing just beyond the pool’s gate. They're pretending to check the time on their phones and look disinterested, but I clock the subtle shift in posture that lets me know they’re tracking our every move.

Fuck.

Keeping one arm firmly around Riley’s waist, I pull her against my side and dip my head to kiss her forehead.

“I don’t want you to panic, but we’ve got company,” I whisper. “Two guys are standing near the fence.”

She stiffens slightly, but I keep my expression relaxed, like I’m whispering something flirty in her ear instead of quietly alerting her to the danger that seems to have followed us across the country.

“Are they watching us?” she whispers.

“Like hawks.”

Using Riley’s body to shield my phone from view, I subtly take a photo of the men and text it to Ronan before hurrying Riley back inside the safety of the hotel before O’Keefe’s men decide to do more than people-watch.

The moment our suite door clicks shut, Riley starts to unravel. Any lingering color in her cheeks vanishes as she starts to pace around the living area, looking panicked.

“What if Sean’s decided he wants us both dead?” She clutches her towel tightly around herself.

“Riley—”

“No, I’m serious, Kieran. You saw those guys. What if they follow us home? What if this is all about tying up loose ends?”

“Riley.” I step into her path, placing my hands on her shoulders to steady her. “Look at me.”

She does, reluctantly, and I do my best to keep my own expression relaxed.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I know you’re scared, but you need to hear me when I say I can handle this. A couple of Sean’s men lurking in a hotel lobby? They don’t scare me.”