I was horrified as I began to study each one.
So many names and birth dates.
The birth dates concerned me the most.
By far.
One of them placed her as young as sixteen.
I felt sick to my stomach as I stalked up to my room, evidence in hand.
I had a pain in my temple that was turning into a great black void in my vision.
“Iris,” I growled, turning on every light in the room, stalking through it like a madman.
She shifted onto her back, not opening her eyes, and parted her legs, like she was ready to be taken. “Dair,” she murmured, one hand moving down to rub her clit, getting nice and ready for me. The other squeezed one of her pert br**sts, puckering the nipple for me.
Even with what I’d just learned, I had to restrain myself from f**king her then and there.
Instead, I lost my temper.
Just lost it.
Flinging all of the cards, those lies of hers, onto her na**d body, followed by her yellow bag, I began to pace as she woke up with a start, looking confused as she studied the small objects I’d assaulted her with.
“You’ve been busy,” she said wryly, her voice still rough with sleep. “Do you know what a pain in the ass it was to sew them into the seam?
“Is that all you have to say to me? What the f**k is this? What are they for? What are you playing at? And are any of them real?”
“Why don’t you just ask what you really want to? Is the one that pins me at sixteen real?”
I was shaking in rage.
My voice was trembling with it.
“Is it?” I was terrified to ask, because her answer could ruin me.
“Does it matter? You’ve f**ked me every which way, Dair. The damage is already done, don’t you think?”
“Get out!” I shouted.
I felt beyond my limits.
I didn’t trust myself.
I’d never felt this betrayed before, not even when I’d caught my wife with another man.
What was it about this that I just couldn’t take?
Her reaction was infuriating, because there was none.
She quietly gathered up her things, the things that I’d thrown around like a maniac, shoved them in her bag, and then walked into my closet.
When she walked out of the closet not a minute later, fully dressed and obviously planning to leave, I felt instant and extreme remorse.
“I didn’t mean it,” I ground out. “Don’t go. Not like this. Let’s talk about this.”
Her face was devoid of emotion, but her voice was resigned. “No, I think this is for the best. There’s really nothing to talk about. It’s just what it looks like. I’ve lied about my identity and my age.”
“Don’t,” I whispered, but she walked out of the room.
I followed her. I tried to take her bag from her at the top of the stairs.
We had a brief struggle before she let me have it, simply moving ahead without it.
I carried it down, still hot on her heels.
I dropped it as we neared the front door.
Some wild beast got ahold of me, and I wrenched her shirt off, leaving her in only a thin lace bra.
She kept moving, intent to leave, even without the essentials.
Like a maniac, I dragged her to the couch, pushing her down to straddle her hips, pinning her there.
She wouldn’t look at me.
“Stop this,” I told her, gripping her shoulders and shaking her slightly.
“You told me to leave. I won’t be told twice.”
“Just swear to me you aren’t sixteen. Swear you’re at least older than eighteen. That’s the part I have to know.”
“Sixteen is the legal age of consent in Nevada.”
I wanted to rip my hair out.
What was she saying? “So you’re only . . . ?”
Her mouth twisted wryly, but she still didn’t look at me. “I’m over eighteen, okay? The IDs aren’t for that purpose. They’re to hide my identity, not my age.”
“Swear it. Look me in the eye and swear to me that you’re over eighteen.”
She did, her eyes steady, voice even. “I swear.”
I knew she was a liar. Knew it. It was a fact that she’d lied to me before.
So why did I believe her now?
I couldn’t have said why, but I did believe her, and in that moment, it was enough.
And I was just as certain that she’d never explain all of those IDs to me, so I didn’t even ask.
She counted cards at casinos and had been shot with a gun before. Of course she’d have multiple identities. It was so Iris.
I kissed her, my hands going to her shorts, yanking them down, my relief so huge that it could only be expressed in one way.
She backed away from me, turning onto her stomach, then her knees. I thought at first that she was still trying to leave, but her shaking hands pulling her shorts down assured me that we were back on the same page.
I covered her, taking her from behind.
She was wet, but at that angle, I still had to ease in slowly at first.
I was halfway in when she moaned and arched her back.
My hands fondled her br**sts as I shoved home roughly.
We f**ked like animals in heat, moaning and keening.
I had her screaming by the end. I couldn’t get enough, and even when I shot my load deep inside of her, I kept thrusting.
“You should get off birth control,” I growled, my brain misfiring in all directions. “I want to get you pregnant.”
She took it well, at least, laughing instead of running in terror.
I mean, I was half-tempted to run, and it had come out of my stupid mouth.
“Slow down there,” she said wryly. “What’s the rush? Do you have any clue how young I am?”
She had a twisted sense of humor, to be sure.
I slipped out of her. My c**k was so wet that it was dripping as I dragged free of her. It got me going again, just the sight and feel.
Having her ass pointed at me didn’t help, either.
I pushed at her rear entrance, dragging a trail of moisture up from her pu**y and lubricating her liberally.
I didn’t ask permission, just started pushing my c**k into her ass.
I figured I’d stop if she told me no.
She didn’t.
Instead, she braced herself on the arm of the couch and let me f**k her ass. I don’t know what made me do it. It wasn’t something I’d done before.
I mean, I’d watched a p**n or two with hot chicks getting anal, but that was it. I’d never thought of doing it in real life, never thought I’d have a partner that I’d be comfortable enough expressing my curiosity about it.