“Well, where are you? You said you got an Uber?”

I watch as she becomes panicked and I grab her hand, running my fingers over the skin in an attempt to calm her nerves. “I went home first. I went back out to get food.”

“I see. Well, I’m glad you’re back safely, sweetheart.” Almost thirty years of friendship with Whitney’s mother, allows me to hear all the things she didn’t say. Why didn’t you tell us you were coming home? You really couldn’t wait another day and fly back with Parker? How are you and Parker? Where exactly are you now? Is there anything you want to tell me?

She finishes the conversation and looks at me. “I hate lying to her. Lying to everyone about everything.” She shakes her head and lets out a deep sigh, twirling a lock of chestnut hair around her finger. “I’ve lied about so many things I don’t even know what the truth is anymore.” She looks up at me and I can see the defeat all over her. “The only thing I know for sure is that I love you.”

I brush my hand down her face, grazing her cheeks with my knuckles. “So maybe no doing this,” I say, pointing between us, “while we sort everything out.”

Her eyes widen. “You mean…”

“Not breaking up, baby. I just mean so we don’t have to tell so many lies about our whereabouts and what we’re doing.”

She sighs and I can tell she’s not into the idea. That makes two of us, but I wasn’t about to sacrifice her inner peace for orgasms. Hers or mine. “You’re right. As much as it pains me to say it, maybe we shouldn’t.”

“After tonight,” I add and a smile finds her face.

I’m pounding into her gorgeous body from behind as she’s on all fours in front of me on my bed. The bed banging against the wall with each thrust mixes with the sounds of our flesh slapping together and it makes me even harder. I have her hair pulled into a makeshift ponytail and my grip tightens with each thrust. I dropped her off at home so she could get her car and come here just as we’d planned.

“Fuck. You’re going to make me come,” I grit out as I fuck her harder, rutting into her harder than I did the last time we had sex. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come.” My voice is strained, feeling so close to the edge and ready to empty my dick inside her.

“Jacob,” she moans as I begin to fuck her harder, my nails digging into her hips as I begin to pound faster. “Fuck, that feels good.”