Deception (Ultimate Betrayal Book 1)

by Eden Rose

  She moans and then thrusts her tits in the air like she’s begging for it. “Go ahead!”

  “Roll over onto your stomach and put your head down in the pillows.”

  Chapter 14

  Keeley

  I’m way too excited for what he’s about to do. Only briefly, I considered that this might be bad because he has belt in his hands. However, if I can’t trust Wyatt, then I can’t trust anyone.

  I follow the directions and keep my ass in the air. A set of teeth bite along the seam of my ass and I yelp from the sting. Even though it hurt, it hurt so good and it made all of my sensory senses buzz with excitement.

  Wyatt then drags open mouthed kisses across the fleshy cheeks of my ass and nibbles across them as well. I already know that my skin is probably beat red from his attention that he’s paying me.

  “Do you trust me?”

  I shiver from the anticipation of him kissing up my spine and then back down again. My whole body is shaking with need. “Yes, I do.” And I do. I do trust him. I know that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me or to upset me on purpose. Briefly, I wonder if my lust addled mind has made me so agreeable. Oh well.

  “That’s good. I would never do anything that would hurt you or make you sad. Tell me, has anyone ever tied this beautiful body up?”

  I shake my head and I hear his chuckle. It’s the deep one that makes his body hum from the noise. “Let’s just sum it up. Everything that you did before me doesn’t count. Everything that you do with me does. Understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Now hold still. I want you to slip your arms back and link your fingers of your hands.” I follow directions and then he places the belt over my wrists. With a quick whoosh sound, my hands are bound at the wrists. “That’s good. Now spread your legs so I can see your beautiful pussy lips from here.” Again, I follow the directions and as soon as my legs are spread, he lightly spanks my pussy mound.

  The blunt of the spank hits my clit that is painfully hard and sticking out for attention. “Please!” I beg him as he does it again and again. On the fourth slap, I almost lose my balance and begin to drop my whole body, but he grabs my hips.

  “I’m going to give you a spanking. Do you know why you are being punished?” He asks me.

  I vehemently shake my head and begin to rack my brain about something that I could have done that would have angered him. I can’t think of anything.

  I literally have no idea why I could be in trouble and it’s making me so horny right now. “No, I don’t. Please tell me.”

  The tips of his three fingers hit my clit again and the pressure that is building is driving me crazy. Before he can hit my clit again, I yell out: “I love you, Wyatt. I love you so much it hurts me.”

  There’s air that is between us and I feel exposed. Where the hell did he go? He picks now to leave me when I’m so vulnerable? That’s bull shit. I’m about to get off the bed until he covers me from behind and slips his large shaft in me.

  *

  I’m laying in bed relishing in the feeling of being with Wyatt. For three months, I have considered and had a come to Jesus moment that we might not be able to do this again. That we might not get to be together as a couple.

  I drag my fingers down his tattooed chest and circle the flat discs of his nipples. They are a dark brown that sticks out against his light mocha skin. My mouth waters at the thought of running my tongue all along his skin to taste the unique flavor that is all him.

  “Cupcake, what are you doing?” His husky voice asks.

  He tightens his arm around my back and I burrow my face further into his chest. “I was just thinking about how much I would miss this if I never got to see you again.” My voice is thick with tears and then those tears begin to leak out of my eyes and drench his chest.

  Wyatt tightens me to him more and holds me closer. “I only did what I did because I couldn’t bare with you being with him. Did you know that I was at Kruse that night?”

  My mind races back to the night that I went out with Jerry and I can’t remember seeing him at all. “I didn’t see you,” I whisper. I know how I would feel if I saw him out with another girl and it would straight up gut me to see them together. I would probably kill them.

  “It ripped me apart to see you guys together. That night, I kept imagining you guys having sex… Fuck. I can’t be away from you and then thinking of you guys being together like that…”

  “I didn’t sleep with him that night…” I rush to defend myself.

  Wyatt places his thumb under my chin to tilt my head up more and I look into his eyes. “It doesn’t matter if you did or didn’t. I couldn’t get those thoughts out of my head and I couldn’t deal with them. I broke up with you because I didn’t like how jealous I was. I didn’t like the fact that he could kiss you and take you out to dates, and I can’t.”

  My mouth opens to say something to help him feel better, but I can’t think of anything to say.

  I slide up his body a little and kiss his jaw in hopes that it would comfort him a little.

  “The past is the past. It doesn’t matter anymore. From here on out, it’s just you and me and that’s all that matters. No matter what, baby.”

  I nod my head and kiss his lips gently. “I love you.”

  Even though I still had questions about what happened and ask him how he felt, I didn’t ask anything more. I could tell that he was trying hard to move on from it, and I should do the same.

  My last thought as he pulled my body by my hips to line up his dick against me was, this man’s it for me.

  No going back.

  I will have to tell Jerry that we have to be done. I can’t keep living this double life and I’m not happy with Jerry. Nothing good can come from us being together and I need to be with Wyatt. I need Wyatt like I need air, it’s disgustingly cliche, but it’s true.

  *

  As I drove from the hotel to my house, I felt waves and waves of guilt. Yeah, I know what I did was wrong, but I can’t help it. There is something about Wyatt that has me addicted to him. Plus, I’m so madly in love with him that there is no going back from this.

  Jerry’s car was parked in the driveway and I bypassed it to park in the garage. Why didn’t he park in the garage like he always does?

  After I left Wyatt, I turned on my phone only to be bombarded by text messages from my friends and Jerry demanding to know where I was and who I was with. Of course, my girlfriends knew where I was and who I was with, so they were just asking dirty questions about how the sex was.

  I had to send them a resounding AMAZING! to both of their inquisitive text messages. Because it was. Wyatt is an amazing lover and a generous one.

  Jerry’s text messages were more demanding.

  I parked my car in the spot that I normally park in, and lean over to the back seat to weasel my over night bag through the seats. Once I had a firm hold on the handle, I swung open my door and am face to face with Jerry.

  He looks pissed off and he’s seething with anger. I know exactly how he feels because I feel it. I’m so angry with him that I can’t see straight but at the same time, I’m doing it too. I’m being a whore as well.

  “Do you honestly think that your little plaything is going to want to be with you after he finds out what a lying and conniving bitch you are?” He yells in my face.

  I flinch from the contact of his yell and fall back into the side of my car. “What are you talking about?” Feigning innocence, I place my hand in front of me to block him from advancing any closer to me. He’s already too close as it is and I’m worried that he’s going to get even angrier if he smells Wyatt’s smell on me.

  Stupidly, I refused to take a shower because I think I wanted him to know. I wanted him to know that I’m getting back at him for everything that he has done, I’m done playing these games that he’s playing. I’m sick of him running around behind my back and fucking all of these different girls around and thinking I’m not going to find out.

>   Granted, I am armed with a disc full of physical proof, I feel more confident in my findings. He forgets, I went to Harvard Law School. I’m not stupid.

  “You know damn right what I’m talking about. Did you think that I wouldn’t know that my wife is fucking around behind my back? That I wouldn’t know that you went to Dearborn with that piece of trash?”

  I feel my own self get angry with his insinuations about Wyatt and I step forward to block him from getting closer into my space. “What is your problem? It's okay that you fucked around with his sister and now you are a father?”

  Watching his face was priceless. He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly and looked like a fish trying to breathe. “How… Where…?”

  Smiling, I feel as if I have started to drive this conversation now. “It’s rather simple. You slept with Ruth and now you are a father. Were you ever going to tell me? Were you ever going to tell me that you have slept with multiple women while we have been together?”

  Jerry’s cocky demeanor fell back into place and I knew he was about to say some hurtful words. “Typical. It’s typical of people with your disease to blame others for their wrong doings.”

  “Fuck you!” I say calmly but with enough malice that he knew I meant business.

  He approaches me and gets close enough so I can smell the overly expensive cologne that he insists on wearing. Personally, I feel as if it’s too strong but according to him, it’s perfect. “Listen to me, little girl. You are playing with fire. You don’t know the first thing about that gang banger. I bet you he hasn’t even told you about the record he has.”

  My back flinches and I can’t help but feel my pulse quicken. Jerry’s got me there and he knows that he knows something that I don’t. “Yeah, I do!” I lie defiantly. There is no way in hell that I would let him know that he does know something that I don’t.

  “Keel, for a lawyer, you would think you would have learned how to lie. Maybe you should ask your gangster boyfriend about Jose Moses.”

  I don’t say anything for a moment and then he pushes past me. I’m stood like a statue waiting for my feet to bring me to where I want to go and that’s back to Wyatt.

  Come on, feet, move. Let’s get out of here!

  Nothing.

  “Oh, and Jose Moses, he’s dead and it’s because of some gang war that your boyfriend was a part of.”

  I walk past him into my house and immediately go up to the master bedroom. Once inside, I walk over to the bed and try to control my breathing. I’m sure most people are like this, but when I get upset, I start to cry because I’m so upset. It’s not as if they made me cry or anything. It’s just I have so much I want to say to him.

  Like how he stole money from me.

  However, I do know that it’s important to let him know that I know he’s stealing. Not only from me, but from Olivia as well.

  WYATT: i miss you already cupcake

  ME: i miss you too…

  WYATT: everything go okay at home?

  ME: not really.

  WYATT: want to tell me what happened?

  Not really. I don’t want him to know that I have Bipolar or that I’m on medicine for it. Nor do I want him to know that I’m actually as crazy as my mother.

  ME: no. i’m going to go to bed i think

  WYATT: why? It’s only seven?

  ME: someone wore me out with their magic dick

  WYATT: then someone shouldn’t be as sexy

  ME: it’s a cross I bare

  WYATT: you are so cocky. I love it

  ME: you only want me for my awesome boobs

  WYATT: and your dick sucking skills

  ME: the truth comes out

  WYATT: trust me your dick sucking skills are only part of what I love about you

  Chapter 15

  Wyatt

  I’m lying in my bed and I’m trying to control my breathing after the work out that I had just completed. I can’t believe that I worked out so hard but I needed it to keep my mind off of Keeley. I don’t know what she’s doing or how she’s doing and it’s killing me.

  My shorts are sticking to my thighs and my shirt is stuck to my torso with sweat.

  Yeah, I’m going to be feeling this tomorrow.

  There’s something about her messages to me that makes me wonder how she is really doing. I don’t know why, but they seemed off.

  About thirty minutes of me staring at the ceiling asking for some strength so I don’t call her, my phone rings. My ab muscles scream at me as I move to fast and then I flop back down in order to ease the ache. My fingers reach for the phone and I barely get my fingers on it when it hits the last ring.

  “Hello?” I ask and then place my left hand under my head to ease the pain radiating through my whole body.

  “Hi…”

  It’s Keeley! Thank goodness she just called me because I was about to break and call her. “What are you doing, baby?”

  I hear a sniffle on the other side of the line and my body tightens more than before. I honestly don’t give a fuck that my body is screaming at me from moving like that. “What happened?”

  Jerry’s going to be a problem, I know it. If he gave my Keeley problems from being out with me all night, I’m going to set him straight. He already tried paying off my sister and she’s so stupid that she accepted the money.

  “I don’t know what else to do… Wyatt, he’s saying such hurtful things and it’s killing me. How can he say such things about you and me like this? I don’t understand. However, I do understand because he’s a hurtful person.”

  Her voice is sad, she sounds as if she’s crying which is a world of difference from when she left me. Of course, I knew she was upset when I kissed her goodbye, but I was as well and that’s only because I don’t know when we can be like that again. When is the next time that we can just be together, I have no idea and it’s killing me. I never realized how much I could need another person until the day that I met Keeley and fell in love with her.

  “Cupcake, tell me what he said.” I’m asking her nicely but I’m fucking worried about the things that Jerry could have dug up. There’s a possibility that he could have found out what happened all of those years ago in Los Angeles and if that’s the case, then I’m fucked. Truly fucked. Someone as pure as Keeley doesn’t need to be with a monster that had done all of the shit I have done.

  She takes a deep breath and then sniffles her nose a little. “I don’t believe it or anything. He said you were in a gang and some gang war broke out.”

  I let out a sigh of relief when she says that she doesn’t believe it. The guilt begins to ebb in my gut at the fact that I’m about to lie to her completely. “That’s crazy. What about this gang war?”

  Keeley’s sweet voice fills the line and I can instantly sense that she’s feeling better now that I had cleared that up for her. God damn, guilt.

  “Something about a Jose Moses.”

  My eyes squeeze close and I try to control my own breathing as the memories play in my mind’s eye. The horrible things that he had done are flashing before me and I can’t help but feel tears prick the sides of my eyes.

  “Wyatt, are you all right?”

  No, I’m the opposite of all right. That name is a name that I haven’t heard in a few years and I wish to never hear it again. That name is a name of a monster who had single handedly hurt my sister.

  “Yeah, baby, I’m fine,” I lie to her and squeeze my eyes even tighter. There is no way that I’m going to tell her about all of the shit that I had done over the phone. She doesn’t need to be touched by the horror of what I had lived through and how I worked to escape from it. No way in hell is Keeley going to have to worry about it. I won’t let her have this.

  Keeley’s mumbling to herself about something and I can’t take her insecurities so I do the only thing that I can think of. “When we win tomorrow, we are going to the play offs. They are either going to be in Miami or Houston. Do you want to come with me for a few nights?”

&nbs
p; My fingers are crossed as she deliberates on this and I’m hoping that she says yes. The thought of leaving the state and not knowing what’s going to happen, just kills me.

  “Awfully cocky, aren’t you?”

  I chuckle and feel relaxed at her attempt to crack a joke. “Not cocky. Confident. Will you be sitting there with the other basketball wives cheering us on?”

  The sharp intake of her breath tells me that she picked up on the gravity of my statement. “Did I hear you right?” Her voice is soft and barely audible but I’m hoping that she’s not freaked out about this.

  I feel like a god that I’m able to get those sad words out of her mouth and get her to focus on something else. I know what Jerry knows and it’s only a matter of time before Keeley knows as well. If I had my way, I would have buried that past and life when I left California.

  “After all of this time that I have been chasing after you, do you honestly think that I’m going to let you just be with him? Keeley, you are mine and the quicker you realize that, the quicker we can get to phone sex.”

  “Oh my god! I can’t believe you just said that!” She squeals into the line.

  My smile cracks open across my face and I can’t help but feel as if I hang the moon. I love when she squeals like that because of me. “Watch for the halftime shout out. I will give you a little something.”

  Chapter 16

  Keeley

  “Are you fucking kidding me!” Olivia shouts at the big screen television in her living room. She jumps out of her seat with her beer in her hand and her other hand is holding the remote.

  She is being ridiculous!

  We are sat around her sofa in the living room of her basement watching the game. I don’t know who is more nervous, them or myself. We all have different things riding on this game. You all know what mine is, but Olivia is a gambler and she has money on this game.

  The call in question, is a bad carrying call or something like that. One of the players on our team was dribbling but not fast enough for the refs, I guess. Or so I’m told. I don’t really follow basketball nor do I know too much about it so to me, I didn’t see anything wrong.