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  Lie To Me

  Lie With Me Series Book Two

  This is the telling of Liz and Garrett.

  Eden Rose

  Author’s Note:

  Thank you for taking the time to read Speak. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Liz and Garrett have an unconventional love story that starts off a little crazy.

  This is part of a series that is meant to be told over multiple novels.

  I own all rights to this book. Copywrite- 2015.

  Garrett:

  Baron and I drove in silence, in our rental car, from Audrey’s condo to the main highway. I think we were both reflecting on the fact that our baby sister has just flown the coop. I never would have thought that she would actually move away. To another state!

  I rested my head against my fist that I have resting on the window sill and think about how strange it’s going to be in L.A. now that Audrey is gone. The three of us have always been close and it’s going to be a huge adjustment now.

  A couple of weeks ago, Baron and I started getting emails with pictures of Audrey in them. They weren’t pictures that either of us wanted to see since she’s our baby sister… but they helped us support her moving. That dumb ass professor of hers is really fucking up her life and I’m about to put a bullet in his head. The emails talked about how she wanted it and how she liked it.

  What fifteen year old wants to lose their virginity to a man almost double her age? Sure as shit not my sister.

  Baron’s phone buzzed and he pulled it. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye as he smirked. “What?” He asked me as he put his phone face down.

  “Nothing, bro. Why so defensive?” Baron’s been acting weird lately and I can’t decide why. Part of me thinks it’s because we just packed up our sister but the other part of me thinks he’s hiding something.

  After a few minutes of him not saying anything to me, I pushed his shoulder. “What the fuck, Garrett?” He seethed.

  “What are you so secretive about?” It’s probably a girl he doesn’t want us to know about. This guy is like Fort Knox when it comes to getting information out of him. Enemies hated him when we were overseas because they never got what they needed from him.

  “I can’t talk about it yet. I will let you know when I can.”

  After that, we didn’t talk at all and kept our distances from each other as much as the car would allow us. Which was fine because I had a lot on my mind regarding Audrey. I still can’t fucking believe that she moved to a different state. If I didn’t have to work for a living, I would have moved too.

  As the oldest, I’m required to have everyone in line and I feel as if I’m fucking failing. Everything about that night still haunts me to this day and I don’t know if I will ever get over it. I joined the police department in hopes that I could atone for my failure and now I’m beginning to realize that nothing will stop the nightmares of seeing my baby sister being raped.

  When we got to the airport to board the plane home, I noticed that Baron started to get a little worked up. He’s freaking me out and I want to know what is happening with him. I stepped in front of him at the security station and folded my arms over my chest. “Seriously, what the fuck is goin’ on?”

  My brother sidestepped me and when I grabbed his arm he turned on me. “Fine! Sarge wants me back and I’m thinking of signing up for this upcoming tour.”

  Fuck me.

  “Are you kidding me right now? Who’s supposed to take care of you? Have you told Mom and Dad?”

  This made him very mad and he bared his teeth at me. “I’m not some punk ass kid who needs to be takin’ care of. Fuck, G, I know what I’m doing. I didn’t want to say anything since Audrey is moving. I know she wouldn’t have left if we told her.”

  It’s very true. She wouldn’t have left at all and that would have made Baron feel like shit. “Well, I got your back, bro.”

  A heavy feeling took place in me and I worried that I might fail Baron and Audrey. If he’s going, I should be going too. We’re a packaged deal. Plus, if I’m there I can watch his back completely.

  “Don’t even think about it. You’re not coming too.”

  Did the fucker have some sort of mind reading skills or something? “What?” I’m going to play denial and hope that he doesn’t find out what I was really thinking.

  Baron chuckled and then punched me in my arm. I shrugged off his hit and dropped my bag in front of him. This is getting fucking ridiculous. “You’re not coming too. This is my shit, my thing. Sarge was right. We need to start living our own lives.”

  That was a direct hit to my gut and I felt the air knocked out of me “Excuse me?” I seethe and get into his face. Of course I know that this is not the place to be having this conversation, but he’s pissing me off. “You’re my little brother. You’re damn right that I’m following your bitch ass into the fire!” I didn’t mean to yell, but I realized that is what happened when a bunch of people started to circle us.

  He didn’t back off. He climbed back in my face and pushed my shoulder. “G, I need to do this for me! This has nothing to do with you! This is all for me. Get over yourself because you’re not protecting me on this. If I want to fucking re-up, I’m going to do it.”

  Fuck. “Fine. Let’s go.”

  I lay in bed staring at the ceiling and cringe when the sounds sink into my mind. The psychologist says that it’s normal to hear them and have flash backs. But this time I hear screaming along with the sounds of bombs. It’s so loud and roaring in my ears that I shiver from it.

  The bombs blasting in my ears and the fire that’s crossing through my vision, are haunting me. Constantly, whenever I’m stressed, I have flashbacks and it’s ruining me. I jump out of bed and throw on some clothes to go running.

  As I shove my feet into my shoes, I plug my earbuds in and turn on Pandora. After searching through the stations, I turn on August Ansila. While it buffers, I start running out the door.

  When I get to my pace, I run down the street. It’s late and nobody is out in our quiet neighborhood. It’s nice that I don’t have to worry about carrying a gun. I also like the fact that I don’t go and grab for it whenever someone gets too close to me anymore.

  After being a civilian for a year, I have started to implement actual societal rules. I have stopped looking for bombs and potential dangerous situations whenever I am in public. Granted, it’s my fucking job to look for those situations, it’s nice to be able to semi relax when I can.

  There is a group that meets every so often of my brothers that were on my team. We talk about everything from families and to how we cope. Most of them discuss how they are going through dating services and meeting women. Half of them talk about the one night stands they have and it pisses me off.

  When I got home, I went through about five one night stands and afterwards, I felt empty. I haven’t had sex in a long time and it’s all right. It is what it is and I hate being empty. I don’t need to fuck in order to feel empty. The act of sex doesn’t even stop the voices and loud noises that flash through my mind.

  My feet pound against the pavement, and I start getting into a groove as Kissin’ On My Tattoos comes on. There’s something about this song that just makes me want to have a full time girl. I’m not talking about getting married, but it would be nice to know that she’s not fucking everyone else.

  I squeeze my eyes shut and fight the noises that way. That doesn’t work and now I’m seeing it too. I can still see the seven year old boy that I had shot because he was going to shoot Baron and myself. He’s the one that I see the most. His body was scattered on the sandy and bloodstained drive outside of the compound where he was hidden. I reacted how I was trained. Shoot first and ask questions never and that is what I did.

  I wonder if t
hat boy would have any idea that he would haunt me even after all of these years.

  No matter how hard I run, I still see him.

  Liz:

  Yeah, I’m still in mourning. My best friend has moved away and I’m stuck in this superficial town until after I graduate. L.A. has been my home now for a few years ever since my dad married Ben’s mom.

  Ben and I have a pretty good setup. Our parents make enough money (together) to support us while we are going to school and have bought me my own condo. I like my place because it’s mine and I got to decorate it however I wanted.

  Dad is what is considered a serial divorced man. Ben’s mom, Katherine, is my dad’s fifth wife and she came with a son. And no, those stepbrother romance stories where the stepbrother is some sort of an asshole and then redeems himself? Those are just stories. There’s nothing attractive about Ben and I don’t think he even finds anything attractive about me.

  Oh well.

  But I’m still Daddy’s Princess.

  See, I’m open with my sexuality and always have been. I’ve managed to keep that fact under wraps for as long as I can remember and I don’t think Ben would be appreciative of it. Which is great, seeming that we don’t even like each other.

  When Ben started to date Audrey, I needed something to occupy my time. Hey, a girl’s gotta have some fun. I did the whole dating website scene and didn’t find anyone who would even get my panties wet.

  Speaking of wet panties. It’s time to call my Tuesday over.

  Me: you comin over?????

  Jerry: in a few

  Me: hurry

  I could never understand why people put such a negative spin on open relationships. We’re all consenting adults here and I know Jerry has things on the side too.

  “Beep, beep!”

  I swing my head to look at my blue and red macaw bird. He’s dancing in his enclosure with his head bobbing. “Davey, shut up!”

  He bobs his head and then says: “Shut up, whore!”

  Whoever said that birds should talk hasn’t met mine. He’s offensive and constantly calling me a whore. My friend, Matt, taught him that word and ever since then, he’s been calling everyone that.

  With a skip to my step, I prance into my bedroom to take a quick shower and make sure I’m shaved. Hey, I can’t have Jerry showing up to a hairy mess. Once in the shower, I rub my sponge all over my body and pay special attention to my pussy. While rinsing, I rub two fingers through my slit to make sure I got all of the hair there.

  Good. It’s all gone.

  I rub the towel over my tanned body and then bathe myself in my favorite lotion. My favorite lotion in raspberry and vanilla scented and I think it compliments my natural scent. I run the brush through my hair as fast as I can and then rub my toothbrush over my teeth.

  By the time I enter my room, I hear a knock on my door. The thing I like about Jerry is that I never have to worry about being stood up. We both get something out of this and it’s nice to know that she likes our arrangement.

  Quickly, I throw my robe over my freshly lubricated body and run to the door. I look through the peephole before opening it.

  “Liz?” I hear Jerry say and that voice is like liquid sex.

  Remember what I was saying about the wet panties thing? Definitely don’t have to worry about that with Jerry. My panties are always wet. Which is why I stopped wearing them on Tuesdays.

  I throw open the door and grip my hand in Jerry’s shirt and pull her in. Once she’s in, I unbutton her shirt and shove it over her shoulders. I stick my hands around her back and undo her bra that is barely holding her tits at bay the way her chest is heaving.

  “Shit, love… you are making me run so hot,” she says as she shoves me against the wall. I watch her red haired head as it leans down to concentrate on undoing my robe. Her red polished fingers are nimble and work fast. Once I’m standing in front of her naked, she slips a finger over my nipple.

  “Shit, love!” Davey sings from the corner. Luckily, Jerry has gotten used to my bird and has been ignoring him ever since.

  “Kiss me, baby,” I whisper. Jerry’s red lips (yes, everything is red with this girl but her pretty pink pussy) caress mine in a gentle kiss. I lick the crease of her lips and she lets me in her mouth to duel with her tongue.

  Since our lips are making love together, I run my hand down the side of her body to her hip and push her against me. She likes her hips to be touched and I like it when she bumps against me. I make quick work of unbuckling her belt and then pushing her jeans down her body. Jerry steps out of her jeans and kicks them to the side.

  “Let’s go to my room,” I take my hand and pull on her nipple to get her to follow me.

  Davey squawks and “Whore!”

  “Shut up, Davey!” I call out and he yells.

  Where I’m very petite, Jerry is muscular. Where I’m short and tiny, she is all muscle. I love rubbing my hands up and down her body as I pull her into my room. My hands hit hard muscle and I run my nails over her. Her skin goosebumps up and her breathing picks up. I like the fact that when I’m standing next to her, my mouth hits her nipple.

  As we walk, I lead the way backwards and let go of her nipple only to replace it with my mouth. She drops her head back and moans loudly. I love sucking on her nipple, especially when it gets her all hot like this.

  I break my mouth away from her nipple as soon as the back of my knees brushed against my bed. “Get on the bed and spread your legs for me,” I ordered and walked to my closet. I examined everything that I held in there before grabbing the two dong strap on. It is Jerry and my favorite one.

  I walked out and noticed that she followed directions perfectly and I walked slowly to my bed. Once I approached it, I dropped the toy on the bed and climbed on top. “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper against her belly button. My mouth kisses and sucks the skin around her belly.

  Jerry is beautiful and I feel bad that she’s my dirty secret to my family. My family doesn’t know that I’m open about my sexuality nor do they know that I have multiple friends with benefits. It’s not as if I’m purposefully keeping it from them… it’s just “Mom, Dad, Ben- just to let you know that I sleep around with both guys and girls” isn’t something I want to discuss at dinner.

  I licked around her belly button and then stuck my finger into her slit. “You are so hot and wet down here. Did you think about me this past week?” I spoke around her flesh and then licked down to her silken pink pussy lips. Her arousal sinks into my nose and I breathe her in. I love that she smells like pure woman. Jerry tastes even better.

  She flexed her hips tightly and shoved herself into my mouth. I slipped my tongue in between her lips and flattened my tongue to lick from her ass hole all the way to her clit. When she bucked against me, I slapped her hard against her thigh. She knows better than to do that. I do this on my own time. I could taste her arousal on my lips and I licked them so I could taste her through my whole mouth.

  “Jerry, you know better than that,” I withdrew completely from her and slipped my thigh against her swollen pussy. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say that someone wants to be punished. Is that the case, baby?”

  I love having her tied to my bed because I get to do whatever I want to her. Sometimes she likes to top me and I don’t like it at all. We have been each other’s Tuesday for almost a year and we have been in an agreement that we trade off who is in control. My house, my rules and vice versa with her place.

  She picks her head off the pillow and looks down at me. Her eyes are wild with lust and something else. Jerry’s voice gives me the idea that she’s massively turned on because it’s so husky. “Sorry, Liz. You know you eat the best box out there.”

  Damn right.

  “Want the double dong tonight or do you want to trib?” Tribbing is a fancy word for rubbing our clits together. Personally, I like that but the best is with two vibrators. One connecting us by our pussies and then our asses. What can I say? Variety is the spice of li
fe.

  Her answer is spoken in a husky whisper and I love watching her red lips speak the words. “Let’s do our favorites.”

  I climbed off the bed and walked over to my closet to get the two vibrators. They are shaped the same way, long and thick. Each end is rounded so we can each ride it together. There is a remote control that turns both of them on and I slip those in my hand.

  The double dong strap on lays abandoned on the floor. Sometimes we like it, other times we don’t. It’s hit or miss. Right now, I think we are both are happy to get off anyway that we can.

  Walking back to Jerry, I slip my two fingers into my pussy and rub my clit. “Let me taste you, Liz,” she begs.

  Well, who am I stand in the way of that?

  I jump onto the bed and land on my feet. Once she positioned herself to lay in between my feet, I took myself down to a squat. “Lay that pussy on my mouth,” she whispers. I follow her direction and she takes one of her hands to separate my lips before spearing me with her tongue. “You taste so fucking good.”