by Eden Rose
Rochester Hills is the biggest little city there is. Everyone knows everyone, but we are all tight lipped about it. It’s common knowledge that a majority of the big wigs over here have mistresses and use the motels and hotels in the surrounding areas. What I’m more than mad about, is the fact that I look like a fool now.
Fast forwarding through pictures ten through fifteen, I’m now looking at him with another woman. This woman is beautiful and has a perfect skin complexion that only a biracial woman would have. On picture seventeen is of them with Luke. I swear to all that is holy that is Luke. The baby that I held in my arms just the other day.
“Son of a bitch,” I mumble under my breath.
Jerry is Luke’s father.
Chapter 19
Wyatt
I have a feeling that I’m going to be having Keeley come and visit me today. It has been a whole day since I have been in the holding cell and I haven’t even been arraigned yet. I don’t know when I’m supposed to because I have been shoved in the back like a piece of shit.
“Thorne! Your lawyer is here. You got sprung. Get your shit.” A tall and skinny man is standing in front of my cell and he’s got a clipboard in his hands.
“How?” I ask out of curiosity.
“I don’t fucking know. Check out time, sweetheart.”
I fight the urge to punch him in the gut but instead, I roll up my cot and grab the thin blanket. The blanket is a joke and doesn’t provide any warmth to it. I have everything bundled up and I’m waiting for the door to be unlocked. Once it is, I walk out and am met with another deputy there to take my shit.
“I’ve got a lot of money on your fuckers this season. You better not let me down,” the one says as he takes my stuff from me.
Like a smart ass, I salute him and say: “Ay, ay, captain.”
Keeley is standing in front of the discharge door of the jail and she’s waiting for me. I spend about five minutes getting the spiel about how I can’t skip town or anything like that. Which is pretty standard from what I remember.
I can feel the grime of being in the jail on me and all I want to do is take a shower and hunt down my sister. I’m going to fucking kill her. I’m going to take her throat in my hands and I’m going to remind her how much I have done for her and Luke.
And then, and only then, am I going to take Keeley in my arms and claim her as mine. I’m done with this back and forth shit. She wants me and I want her.
“Keeley,” I whisper before I run over to her and wrap my arms around her. When she doesn’t return it, I take a step back and drop my hands. She looks as if she’s been crying and I can’t help but freak out a little bit.
The media is awful and they will say just about anything to hurt celebrities. As my lawyer, I’m sure she’s heard a bunch of what they are saying about me. And the last thing that I need is for her to be poisoned by all of this shit. I don’t want anything bad about me to touch her.
“Cupcake,” I whisper.
“Let’s get in my car and go to my office. We have some things to talk about.”
The car ride to her office is in silence and before she turns down the road to get to her building, she turns left. In about five minutes, she pulls into a park and then parks her car under the shade. “Let’s go and sit at the picnic table.”
For Michigan, we are having some pretty good weather, or so I’m told. It’s sixty degrees out and she’s wearing jeans that are molded to her perfect ass and a top that covers everything and leaves everything to the imagination.
I bet she has full tits with perfect sized nipples. More tit than I can fit in my hand. I can’t wait to try and see if they will fit.
We get to the picnic table and she sits down on one side and I sit on the other. I stare at her briefly and wait for her to say whatever has upset her. For a brief time, she just stares at me and I can see her eyes swimming with tears.
“Did you know?” She asks me clearly and with precision.
“Did I know what?” What the hell is she talking about?
Her perfect eyelashes close around her eyes and when she opens them, her beautiful eyes are clear and dead. They show no emotion and it scares me. “Did you know that Jerry is Luke’s father?”
I shake my head vehemently because I had no idea. “What are you talking about?” Wait a minute. If Jerry is Luke’s father… then, that means that Ruth has been having an affair with Jerry. Which means, that Jerry has been cheating on Keeley.
“Did you know that he cheated on me? That he cheated on me a lot? Not just once but many times to fill up a CD full of pictures.”
I place my hand on hers and squeeze. No wonder she’s upset. She just found out that her husband is a piece of shit that doesn’t deserve her. “I had no idea. I take it that my packet of papers reached you.”
She nods and I can see how betrayed she is by this. Surprisingly, in all of my planning of taking her husband down, I would never have thought that it would have been me hurting her. “Why did you do research on him?”
This is not going the way I want it to go. This is going to be bad. She’s not going to listen to anything I say and I’m worried that she’s going to place the blame on me. “Keeley, I felt like he was keeping something from you and I had to find out. You are so special to me and I couldn’t deal for anything to hurt you.”
Keeley nods and looks at her hand in mine. “I feel so stupid. He’s Luke’s father. He had been seeing Ruth all along and now… Now, I have no idea what to do.”
I think about the future and how I’m going to make sure her stomach is full with our baby. I think about the future and how she’s going to be a fantastic mother and wife. She needs a man like me that will love her and be her partner. That is what I want. To be her partner. To help her grow and see how wonderful she is and for her to see how much she means to me. Always. “You leave him and come home with me. This is our chance,” I say with confidence.
I’m met with horror in her eyes. “How could you think about that right now? I just found out that my husband is the father of your nephew. That my husband has slept with at least three different women since we have been together. That I’m apparently so fucking bad in bed that he won’t sleep with me.”
I stand up and I walk with purpose over to her where I grab her shoulders and yank her out of her seat. She’s looking at me like I’m crazy but I’m not having that. I won’t have her belittling herself because of her piece of shit husband.
Only when she’s standing in front of me, I wrap my hands around the back of her neck and slam my lips on hers. There’s a slight second delay before she meets me halfway and I feel her lips mold to my kiss. She grips my back with her finger tips and I hold her closer and I shiver from the contact of her nails biting into my back.
I don’t want any air to pass between our bodies and I’m not going to let it happen. The thought of there being enough space for air to pass through our bodies, has me feeling disgusted over the distance. I have become such a pussy when it comes to this woman, and I don’t even care.
This is finally our moment after weeks of wanting her. Because I do. I need her and want her all in the same way. I couldn’t bare if she felt anything less than I feel for her for me. Hell, I want the whole package with her already.
I want everything now.
Her lips are as soft as a pillow and they are warm to the point where I feel as if my lips are on fire. I feel her tongue slip out of her mouth and I slip my own out to massage hers. We are sitting in the wooded section of the park making out like teenagers.
We part for a moment and her chest is rising and falling so fast as is mine. “Holy shit,” Keeley whispers and I nod my head. Her lips are puffy and pink from our kiss and she has never looked as beautiful as she does at this moment.
So I tell her that. “You are so beautiful, cupcake. God damn, I’m about to lose my shit over wanting you. Please tell me you feel this way,” I beg her.
She nods her little head and her hair is shining in
the sun. I can see the sun setting in the background and I decide to bring her closer again. I miss her lips on mine already.
I back her onto the table and slowly push her down. I can see the hesitation and the lust in her eyes as she lays down and I know she’s nervous. What she doesn’t realize is that I’m nervous as well. I want this to be so good for her but I’m scared I’m going to finish too soon.
“Shh, cupcake. We won’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Tell me to stop when you want me to and I will. There’s no pressure, my lovely.”
Her back is laid on the table and her nipples are so hard that they are poking out begging me to play with them. I climb onto the table and slide my body on top of hers. Carefully, I wiggle my knees in between hers so I can nestle my rock hard dick against her pussy. I know the instant that I hit her clit because she gasps and thrusts up with her hips against me.
This of course only makes me impossibly harder.
Chapter 20
Keeley
There is probably an earthquake happening around me and I don’t feel anything but the immense amount of pleasure from Wyatt. I gasp and cry out when he hits and rubs my clit through our pants.
I’m waiting to get smited or something from doing something so bad, but it feels so fucking good. It’s just like cake. You aren’t supposed to eat it because it’s bad for you, but it tastes so good.
Wyatt is definitely cake to me and I’m the fat kid that can’t get enough.
I take my hand and run it down his stomach until I get to the waistband of his pants to push them down. With lightning speed, he grabs my hand and pulls my arm up above my head. He holds my wrist and with his other hand, he sets it under my breast.
“This is about you right now, cupcake. My needs can wait. Fuck, I feel like I’m losing control with you.”
I begin to shake my head because what he’s saying is as intense as what I’m feeling. I do feel as if I’m out of control and I do feel like I’m doing something wrong, but it feels amazing.
“Stop thinking about everything and be here with me. Let me make you feel like the beautiful and desirable woman that you are. You feel this?” He asks me as he thrusts up so the head of his dick hits my clit. “You made me this hard.”
“Holy shit!” I mutter and then cover my mouth with my forearm. I’m trying very hard to not draw attention to us because this the last thing that we need right now. To be caught like this.
Wyatt chuckles against my throat and slides the hand that is not holding my wrist down to the button on my pants. I shiver from anticipation and it’s about all I can do to stop from calling out. I want to call out and tell everyone that Wyatt is a sex god.
With his nimble fingers on my button of my pants and when he slipped it out of it’s hole, I felt a new wave of panic. It’s been too long since I have had someone finger me or even seen me naked. It’s scaring the hell out of me. But good scary. The kind of scary that makes you want to scream and do it again.
As if sensing that I’m having the greatest inner battle known to women, he takes his mouth off of my neck and then gives me a blistering hot kiss on the mouth. His lips are soft and slightly puffy from his administrations on my neck, but it feels amazing.
I let his lips massage and push against mine in a tantalizing way that is making my pussy weep from frustration. Very slowly, Wyatt inches his fingers into my pants and then right over my shaved mound.
“You mean to tell me you haven’t been wearing panties this whole time?” He asks me as if he’s disgusted.
Inwardly, I cringe. Am I really that nasty from not wearing underwear? I don’t think so. Many people don’t wear it and I’m one of them. “Uh, I never wear them.”
His smile turns wicked in the way that it curves up to meet his eyes. He looks so handsome and sexy. And for this moment, he’s mine. We are suspended in time and I’m never letting him go right now. He’s amazing and I am becoming addicted to him.
“You mean to tell me that I have been sitting this close to you and not knowing that your hot little pussy is bare? Does it make you wetter knowing that I’m hanging on by a string? Does it make your little clit harder to know that I’m about five seconds away from losing my shit?” He whispers against my mouth and I thrust my hips up. “Cupcake, I believe you are going to have me captured.”
His fingers ran over my clit over and over again and teased it until it was swollen and ready to burst. The sacred hole in between my legs is throbbing and convulsing over its need to be filled. “Please,” I whisper against his lips. I love feeling his breath are it trickles over my face.
And just when I’m about to start begging and or crying, he flicks my swollen nub over and over again and I erupt with a loud scream. My lower muscles are tensing up and I can feel my thighs as they squeeze his long body.
I’m breathing so heavy and I feel his lips moving on mine and he’s teasing me. “That’s it, baby. God, you are so sexy.”
“Oh, holy shit… Wyatt!” I scream as he flicks my clit more.
As I’m coming down from my orgasmic wave, the gravity of what just happened hit me and I feel sad. I feel the tears prick my eyes and they fall down my face. Wyatt must sense what I’m feeling because he takes his hand out of my pants and wipes my juices on his pants to grab my face. “No! No! You are not going to feel dirty over what just happened. What we just shared was beautiful. And when we make love, you are going to feel how much I feel for you. Don’t you dare feel dirty.”
I shake my head and try to slip out from his hold, but he wasn’t having it. “No!” I yell and try to wiggle out. But he wasn’t having it. He holds my face tighter and then crushes my lips with his own.
My chest tightens from the lack of oxygen and it feels good and scary at the same time. “Stay with me. Keeley, stay with me. It’s okay. We didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Isn’t it wrong that I’m married and feeling this way about you? Tell me how it’s not wrong?” I’m about to start actually crying and it scares the hell out of me. I’m feeling guilty and I hate it. I know that Jerry didn’t feel guilty over the fact that he has a child on the side or that he has cheated on me a dozen times.
Fuck!
Chapter 21
Wyatt
My dick begins to deflate as I have to reason with the woman that I’m falling in love with. It’s fast and it’s unexpected but there is no other definition for what I’m feeling.
How else do you explain my anxiety from being away from her? The fact that I think about her every moment of the day? The fact that I would give up everything to have her come stay with me? There is no other word that explains the heaviness but light feeling I have when I have Keeley in my arms.
I won’t tell her how I feel because it won’t do anything to help my case. She’s a lawyer, so she wants me to lay out the facts for her to see that what we have isn’t bad. What we have is magic.
I know I sound like a mother fucking pussy, but it’s true.
“We can’t help how we feel about each other. Baby, you know what I feel for you is real,” I whisper and then push myself off of her. I don’t want to over crowd her, so I make sure to give her some space.
She nods her head and then places her hands on my cheeks and pulls me back down to her. “I feel something strong for you,” she whispers and then kisses the shit out of my lips.
I can feel her left hand slide down my stomach and she takes the time to rub her fingers over my eight-pack. Her lips curl up in a smile and I can’t help but smile along with her. “I like that,” she murmurs and then slides her tongue in between my lips.
Her hand drops to the waistband of my pants and I grab her hand. Keeley jerks her head back and I can just imagine the frustration on her face, but my eyes are squeezed close trying to regain some strength. “I’m not taking my dick out until I know you are one hundred percent mine.”
“But…”
I stop her by placing my lips on hers. I don’t want to hear her excuses. I know that
she has a lot going on and things aren’t going to be easy for us, but I don’t want her to muck this up.
When her chest rises and falls to the beating of her heart, I feel my own heart syncing to the rhythm of hers.
“Don’t worry. We will figure it all out. I want you to say you will try to figure it out with me.” I’m goading her and trying to get what I want, but I’m honestly hanging on by a thread.
After she calms her breathing and she has a little smirk on her lips, I get up totally and stand up in front of her on the table. I hold my hands out and she takes them to sit up. “You look so sexy,” I murmur and then run my hands down her waist.
She’s got more curves on her than I’m used to, but she’s gorgeous. “No need to sweet talk me, you already got in my pants.”
I chuckle and then stop because I decided to be corny. “I don’t just want in your pants, cupcake. I want all of you.”
Keeley blushes and then buttons up her pants. Her fingers fumble while doing it and I’m getting a kick out of watching her be flustered. “All right. What do we need to talk about? Maybe about how you dick is still hard?” She tilts her head to the side and give me a smirk.
I want to kiss the hell out of her for that damn smirk. “Yeah, no.” I bypass her questing hand that is trying to bring down my waistband again. “You are being a naughty girl,” I scold playfully.
“Just for you,” she murmurs and I feel like I can fly.
“We have to talk about what we are going to do. Now that I have had a taste of your lips, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to let you go.” I sound like a pussy, but I could care less.
Again she blushes and it’s the cutest thing I have ever seen. “I can’t just leave him…” Keeley hedges.
“Why the fuck not?” I blurt before I could stop myself. I didn’t mean to be so abrasive, it just fell out of my mouth. “You can’t go back to him after you just thrust your pussy against my dick. I’m not going to let you go back and pretend everything is normal. It’s not going to work that way,” I say to her.
