Deception (Ultimate Betrayal Book 1)

by Eden Rose

  Finally, I give up and pick up my phone to call Olivia. “Hello?”

  “Tell me that I’m a bad person and I’m going to hell.”

  “Hello to you, too.”

  I shake my head and then cry out. “I’m a fucking bad person and I’m going someplace worse than hell.”

  I can hear her straightening up some stuff in the background before she says anything. “KiKi, what are you doing?”

  “I’m on my way to a hotel room to meet Wyatt. God damn it. I’m awful!”

  “Sweetie,” she starts and then changes her tactic. “What part of this has you feeling guilty? Is it the lying? The cheating? The sneaking around?”

  “Oh my god!” I cry out and feel tears flood my eyes.

  Olivia clears her throat and then says: “Because if it is, I guarantee you that piece of shit husband of yours doesn’t give two shits about what he’s done. I want you to go and spend time with Wyatt. Realize that what you have going on with him is not wrong. It just happened when you least expected it.”

  “Yeah, but-”

  “There is no buts in this. KiKi, yes, you are cheating on Jerry but due to the circumstantial evidence of what is happening, I would have to say quid pro quo.”

  I roll my eyes. “Way to ‘lawyer’ up my problem.”

  “I am a lawyer, it’s what I do. When you get back, I want to go over all of the files that you have and we are going to see what we can do. I think it’s time…”

  “Time…?”

  “The Big D!”

  Normally I would think she’s talking about dick, but I know she’s talking about divorce. It’s no secret that either of my friends don’t like Jerry and it was only a matter of time before my divorce attorney would have something to say.

  “Come on…” I start but then stop. “Tell me I’m being stupid by going to this.”

  I hear her chuckle. “No, I think this is the smartest thing you have ever done. Go over there and fuck his brains out.”

  It’s my turn to chuckle. “Yeah right!”

  “Start with getting naked and laying on the bed with your legs crossed…”

  “I’m hanging up now!” I hang up on her and then park my car in the parking lot of the hotel.

  I pull into a spot and then shut off the engine. It’s loud and it sounds as if it finalized a lot more than the running of my car. After sliding out of the car, I begin to panic. I have already slept with Wyatt, so it’s not as if we haven’t done it. It just seems…

  So wrong.

  By the time I make it to the door in order to enter the hotel, my nerves are causing me to shake so badly that I can’t even tip the doorman. He probably thinks that I’m crazy with my hands shaking as much as they are. I can’t help it.

  The lobby is spacious with a big fountain in the middle that expands a few tiered levels with water cascading. I find it oddly soothing to watch as the water drips down over the edges. Maybe it’s symbolic in the sense that I’m about to fall over the edge.

  I stick my hand into my purse and rifle around in it until my hands land on something that will help calm me down. The last thing that I want is for Wyatt to think that I’m a nut case. The Xanax feels like heaven to me as I pull it from my bag in order to pop a pill or two. But as I pop the pill, I keep my eyes trained on the fountain.

  “Cupcake,” I hear whispered behind me. Quickly, I swallow the pill without water as fast as I can. As I turn, I’m faced with the man of my obsession over the past few months.

  To this day, this man doesn’t know that I’m Bipolar and I’m not about to let him know that I am. The problem is, when people hear that word, they more than likely think that the person is crazy. Which at times, I have become manic, but I can’t help it. I have taken a lot of medicine and seen a bunch of doctors to ensure that I do not fall off the ledge of my sanity.

  But if I were to fall, I’m glad it’s with Wyatt.

  Wyatt is standing in front of me wearing a pair of dress pants and a button-down dress shirt. A couple of the buttons on top are open and I can see his sexy chest through it. What gets me the most, is looking into his face of awe. He looks as if he’s happy to see me and all of my nerves have vacated.

  I throw my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life. Almost as if I couldn’t imagine not having him in my arms. Which is true, I couldn’t imagine him not in my life and it’s scary as hell.

  “I’ve missed you so much,” I whisper against his neck. I breathe in his intoxicating smell. It’s all Wyatt with his light cologne, body wash and manly scent. I can feel the juices as they flow through my body and land in my pussy. Which is drenched.

  He holds the back of my head and sifts his fingers through my hair. “How is it that every time I touch you, it feels as if I’m home?” Wyatt murmurs against my ear. “I have missed you so fucking much. Let’s go to our room.”

  Chapter 9

  Wyatt

  Every time I have her in my arms, it’s almost as if I can breathe again. Why is that? I can breathe just fine on my own but there’s something about Keeley that makes me feel lighter. It sounds corny, and I know I have lost my man card, but you would have to try it to understand.

  With my fingers gripped in her hair, I lightly pull her away from my neck and look at her beautiful eyes. There are specks of green in them and the mascara that she’s wearing, only amplifies the green even more. “I can’t wait to get you in our room, baby. I want these lips on mine.”

  Keeley blushes and I fall harder. How is it that she can do something so innocent and make me want to kiss the hell out of her for being so cute? “I feel the same way. Lead the way.”

  The elevator is tricky. Since we are in an enclosed and private space like this, I want to push her against the wall and make love to her. However, this is a night of romance and getting her to understand how much she means to me.

  “Oh, my god! You totally want to get busy in the elevator!” Keeley squeals as she watches my face.

  Playing it off is something that is not going to happen, I just shrug. Hey, there is nothing wrong with wanting to make sure that my woman is fully satisfied. “Maybe next time.”

  A pout forms on her lips and she looks at me with sad eyes. “But I wanted to have sex in the elevator!”

  “By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk.”

  The elevator dings open and I lead us out of it. We are on the top floor of the hotel where the suites are. Since I’m trying to romance her, I made sure to pull out all of the stops in doing so.

  I lead us through the hallway until we get to the last room. I already know what I have left behind, and I’m eager to show it off. After swiping the card through the reader, I swing the door open and then ease Keeley into the room.

  Her eyes are wide as hell as she takes in the room. There is a gigantic couch in the middle of the room and a large flat screen. I have scattered pink rose petals throughout the room so I know she’s taking a look at that as well. It’s faint, but I have piano music playing in order to set the mood. There is a uncorked bottle of champagne in the middle of the coffee table with two goblets. Nestled in between them is a light blue box I picked up on my way here.

  Feeling proud of myself, I step through the door and beckon Keeley to come through but when she doesn’t, I spin and look at her face. For some reason she’s crying, I begin to worry. Is this too much? Am I trying too hard?

  “Please say something,” I mutter to her. I step in front of her and place my hands on her cheeks. “I have never done anything of this before. Damn it. I screwed everything up.”

  That’s it! It’s time to call the whole thing off. I fucked it up and now I have lost her forever.

  “This is too much. Wyatt, you didn’t have to do all of this for me. I appreciate it… but this is a lot.”

  My chest caves a little as all of the air is sucked out of my lungs. I’m that pathetic asshole who is trying to seduce my married attorney. I can’t help it though. I’m determined to ma
ke her see reason and that is she belongs with me.

  “I wanted to give you an evening that you deserve. If you don’t like it…” I begin and start moving to blow out the candles that are lit throughout this part of the suite.

  I cringe as I think about how the bed has flowers on it. Great, now she thinks I’m pathetic.

  “No! I love it. Thank you so much. It means a lot to me that you went through all of this to do this.” Keeley runs both of her hands down my arms until our fingers are linked together. “I love it. I love you.”

  Feeling better about the situation now, I lead her through the room until we are seated on the couch. In front of us is the champagne and I pour her a glass. “If you don’t mind, I know we have a lot to talk about, but I want to focus on us. Let’s enjoy this night together.”

  Inwardly I cringe. Who knows when we are going to get another night like this. She takes the glass from me and takes a sip. While she’s swallowing, I can’t help but feel my dick get harder as I watch her throat work to do it.

  Keeley giggles and then relaxes her back to sit against the couch. “What’s so funny?” I ask her as I slide over to her and rub my hand over her flat stomach. “You lost a lot of weight…” I state and then shut up. I know how girls are so serious about their weight. “Why?” I can’t help but ask her. I take a drink of my champagne to get a buzz.

  “I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s talk about how you were watching my throat and had a dreamy look on your face. Were you thinking of the time that I swallowed your big dick whole?”

  I choke on my champagne that I began to drink. She giggles louder and then leans over towards me and kisses my lips. The taste of champagne shoots through my lips and I moan against her mouth. I break apart our kiss and then chug the rest of the bubbly liquid into my mouth. After I have it drained and I have the glass dropped, I place my hands on her hips and drag her over my lap. I don’t stop pulling her until she’s straddling my lap and I feel the heat of her pussy against my dick.

  With the champagne still in my mouth, I crush my mouth against hers and when her lips open to let my tongue in, I push the champagne into her mouth, Keeley moans loudly as they hit her taste buds and I feel her melt into my touch.

  Our tongues duel with each other and I place my hands on her face to win the battle. Keeley starts grinding against my dick and I get harder from it. When she starts to moan, I lose the battle and throw her off of my lap until her whole body is resting on the couch.

  She has a crazed look on her face and she looks up at me in amazement. With our bodies not connected anymore, I stand up to start getting undressed. Her greedy eyes are watching my movements as I do.

  My fingers slowly unbutton my shirt until I get to the last one. Keeley’s eyes get wider as she watches me as I wait for her breathing to pick up. I want her so turned on that she will burst if she doesn’t have me touch her.

  “Please,” she murmurs as she watches me.

  Knowing that is my cue, I take my time undoing the last button. I’m standing in front of her, with my button-down shirt completely unbuttoned, and a tent in my dress slacks. I don’t even bother thinking of the fact that I have stretched them beyond repair.

  I can get another pair of pants, but I will never get another memory of Keeley’s eyes widened from pleasure.

  She places her hands out in front of her to beckon me to come over her. I do just that. I place my hands by her shoulders and lay my body on top of hers effectively covering her like a duvet.

  “I love feeling you on top of me.”

  I smirk against her lips and then kiss her lightly. I purposefully thrust just enough so my dick rubs against her clit. As she moans, I take advantage of it, and slip my tongue in her mouth.

  Chapter 10

  Keeley

  I’m beyond turned on. My pants are stuck to my pussy because they are so wet and I can’t help but wiggle against the head of Wyatt’s dick more. I need more friction because I’m about to lose my shit all over the place.

  The music turns to Jason Mraz’s I Won’t Give Up, and I lose it. He didn’t have to actually stimulate my clit because I came anyways. With the combination of being in the most romantic place of my entire life and with the man of my dreams, I came, I came hard.

  “Holy shit,” he whispers against my lips. His tongue flicks against my lips and I moan loudly while involuntarily my hips move to meet him. “Did you just come?”

  I could hardly classify that as a question. He knew that I did but he’s cocky and wants confirmation. “Of course, I did. You are so sexy, you have taken me to the most romantic place in the world.”

  “Cupcake, this is nothing. This is me showing you how much I love you. How much you mean to me.”

  As his words register in my brain, I drag my hands from his chest until they reach his belt buckle. I quickly work my fingers to release him from the confines of his pants, and he peppers kisses on my face. “You are so beautiful,” he murmurs.

  I’m breathing loudly, I moan loudly as the song changes to Ron Pope’s I Will Wait For You. Another beyond romantic song. I know we have Pandora playing and they are playing random songs, but the fact that it has been playing songs that remind me of our relationship, I dissolve even more.

  As if he knew what I was thinking, he places his hands on mine at his belt buckle and helps me work to get him free. His dick spills out of its holder and it immediately falls against my clit. The lips of my pussy are spread open and the seam of my pants are resting against the inside of my sex.

  “I have decided to make a rule.”

  I throw my head back and say: “What’s that?”

  “I have decided that when we are together, you are not allowed to wear pants. If I could, you couldn’t be allowed to wear clothes, but I want you in dresses and skirts so I’m able to fuck you and make love to however and wherever I want.”

  I nod and giggle. “Okay.”

  I use my legs to drag his pants down his legs with my feet. Once they are at his ankles, he kicks them off and then looks at me in wonder. “Let’s go to the bed.”

  I nod and then move like I’m about to get up, but he stops me. Wyatt leans over me and then slides off of me. Once he’s standing on the side of the couch, he leans over and then picks me up. One of his hands reaches behind my back and then the other under my knees. I giggle as he does it.

  Something about being carried makes a woman feel cherished.

  And I do. I feel very cherished.

  My eyes are greedily taking in the suite and I gasp as we pass a marble bathroom with a tub in the middle that is fit for a king. It’s incredible. “Wyatt, this is beautiful,” I murmur as I look in his deep gray eyes.

  “I know,” he says back to me as he looks into my eyes.

  I blush through my whole body until we enter the master bedroom. The bed is huge, easily more than a Californian king, with pillows scattered all over the place. In the center of the bed, there are pink roses nestled right in between the pillows.

  He lightly drops me on the bed and then grabs my hands that are holding around his neck and pulls me up. “Let’s get out of these hot clothes. While I love how you look in them, I do love how you look out of them as well.”

  Wyatt pulls my shirt over my head leaving me in my sexy bra that I bought for just this occasion. We all know why I came here and it was to be fucked good and proper.

  “Holy shit. Girl, you are trying to kill me,” he murmurs in a sexy and raspy voice. Wyatt bends his head to kiss the mounds of my breasts with his eyes still trained on my face. His tongue peeks out of his full lips and he licks the skin in the valley of my boobs. “You have the most gorgeous body I have ever seen.”

  My skin sizzles from his praise and I feel my lips crack open with a moan when his tongue circles my nipple through the fabric of my bra. My nipples pucker and my pussy floods with my desire.

  I place my hands at my waist and start to undo my pants. I slide them over my hips and then wiggle them down so
they are at my knees. “I have to see this,” Wyatt says as he drops to his knees in front of me. He drags my pants to my ankles and then taps each foot for me to lift so he can take off a pant leg.

  Once my pants are off, I’m laying in front of him with just my bra on and I wish I would have kept my shoes on. It would have been nice to do that because then I would have felt like a goddess in front of him. Someone that is worthy of his worship.

  As if he had read my mind, he winks at me and then kisses my left foot. Each brush of his lips on my toes causes me to shiver and I can’t help but writhe a little from his attention.

  Slowly, his mouth makes it up my left leg until he’s at my knees. I slightly bend at the knees a little so he can continue his assault and as he does, I moan deep in my throat.

  “I want to worship you the whole night. I won’t be in control of my actions so let’s get you on the bed so I can make sure you are good and ready for me.”

  Holy shit!

  I walk backwards until my back hits the bed and I sit down on it. I lean all the way back and he walks slowly over me. Once he’s leaning on the bed, he takes a rose and brings the bud of the flower to my lips. Lightly and caressingly, he drags it from my lips, down my chest and over my nipples. My nipples puckered even more against the lace of my bra.

  I wonder what I look like. A crazed woman who is about to explode? Or a woman who is so enamored by her boyfriend, that her smile is contagious.

  The bud of the flower brushes against the apex of my thighs and I open my legs from him. He adjusts himself so he’s in the middle of my legs and he just takes a deep breath.

  Before I have a moment to adjust to him breathing in my scent, his mouth captures my exposed clit and he sucks, hard. “Oh my fucking-!” I can’t even finish the sentence as he massages my clit with his lips.

  Wyatt drops the flower on the bed and then takes both hands and places them on my thighs. Once they are situated, he slips them to the back and pushes so my ass is in the air. The lips of my pussy are exposed to him and he then licks from my clit to my ass.