Beauty From Love

by Georgia Cates

  “It’s Laurelyn’s birthday present. You think she’ll be happy?”

  “I don’t doubt it for a second.”

  I pull the Cayenne around back to a spot where L won’t see it when she comes home. I’m going to blindfold her when I bring her out to see it, the same way I did with the house in Maui. And I’m going to do it again later tonight as part of the fun I have planned.

  I go into the house and check the spot where Mrs. Porcelli leaves my mail. Fuck! It didn’t come. The expected delivery date is supposed to be today, so I take out my phone to track it. Hmm … says it was delivered. I relax, assuming Mrs. Porcelli placed it in a different spot, but I have to find it before L gets home.

  I leave the kitchen and go out to my office to see if her gift arrived in my business mail by accident. I find a package on the desk but it’s the potassium, returning my thoughts to Bianca and why she wouldn’t have taken this to Harold like I asked.

  “Crash Into Me” begins playing on my phone. It’s still Laurelyn’s ringtone more than a year later. The song still makes me think of her on that stage every time I hear it. “Hello, love.”

  “Hey. I was calling—just in case—to let you know I’m on my way back a little early.”

  “Just in case of what?” I ask.

  “I don’t know. It’s my birthday and you’re being all secretive about tonight so I don’t want to walk in and ruin anything you might be up to.”

  “You’re safe. I’ve already taken care of everything.” Except finding that package of naughty goodies.

  “All right, Mr. Organized. I’ll see you in fifteen.”

  Fifteen minutes does not give me long to find that package, so I decide to call Mrs. Porcelli. She has no idea what I’m talking about so I check the front door. And the back. Nothing. Fuck, I really want L to dance for me in that outfit tonight since her pole days are limited. Once she’s pregnant, there’ll be no more of that for a while.

  I still haven’t found L’s naughty surprise and she’ll be here any minute, so I give up and decide to search for her floral one-shouldered dress instead. I hope I have better luck finding that.

  I enter our bedroom and go motionless, the blood draining from my face. What the fuck is going on in here?

  Bianca’s lying across the bed dressed in L’s new red metallic pole outfit and has all of our new kinky toys spread around her. “You are a very bad boy, Jack McLachlan.”

  Fuck! She got L’s package and thought it was the one I intended for her to receive. “I’m afraid there’s been a terrible misunderstanding.”

  She moves to her knees and motions for me to come to her. The top barely covers her breasts so I quickly look at the floor. “I get it, Jack. You were afraid to approach me so you had these things sent to me. Well, I get the message and I accept your invitation.”

  I’m walking around the room looking for her clothes. “You were supposed to open the package with the potassium in it, not this one. These things aren’t for you.”

  “What?” She sounds terribly confused.

  Fuck! L is going to kill us both if she walks in and sees this. “My wife is on her way home. You’ve got to get your clothes on and get the hell out of here.”

  I hear a sound so I stop to listen. Too late. I hear L coming into the house. “Oh hell. She’s home. Get your motherfucking clothes on while I try to explain this shit.”

  Of course she heads straight for our bedroom because she needs to get ready for our dinner reservation, so I try to head her off before she can see Bianca in her outfit. “Hey, you. How was …”

  I interrupt her. “Stop, babe. Don’t go in there.”

  She laughs. “What are you up to? Some kind of birthday surprise?”

  Of course she doesn’t suspect there’s a near-naked woman in our bedroom. She trusts me but I swallow hard as I prepare to tell her what’s happened. There isn’t a way to present this that isn’t going to look heinous so basically, I’m fucked. Thanks a lot, Bianca. “L, hear me out before you totally lose it.”

  “You’re scaring me. What’s happened?” I look toward our bedroom door, dreading—yet hoping—a fully dressed Bianca will appear at any moment. I really don’t want L walking in and seeing her without her clothes on. “Why are you acting so weird? And why are you watching the door?”

  “There’s been a misunderstanding.”

  She knows something has gone awry—I see it all over her face—as she pushes past me into the bedroom. “Well, let’s not make it two.”

  I enter behind her and it looks really fucking bad for me because Bianca is topless and pulling on her shorts.

  Laurelyn gapes as she stands in the doorway, I’m sure unable to believe her eyes. “What the fuck?” she yells before she charges Bianca and punches her. I go after her but she hits her a second and third time in the face with her fist before I’m able to restrain her.

  I pin her arms behind her back and she uses my hold on her as an opportunity to lift her legs up and kick Bianca in the arse with her boots.

  I’ve never seen Laurelyn like this—she’s a total scrapper—and I’m surprised at how stout she is for her petite size. “You need to get out of here.”

  Bianca’s nose is bleeding and the blood smears down the front of her white shirt as she pulls it over her head. “I know you’re pissed off but please don’t think Jack had any part of this. It was all a misunderstanding on my part and I’m so terribly sorry. And embarrassed. This will never happen again.”

  Laurelyn is unmoved by Bianca’s promise. “You say that as though you think there’d be an opportunity. This isn’t baseball, honey. You don’t get three strikes before you’re out.”

  “What? But I need this internship if I’m going to graduate on time,” she says.

  “Well, that sucks for you since you won’t be back,” L tells her.

  “Jack, I have to have this,” she pleads.

  I don’t give her time to make an argument. “You’ll have to find another internship because you can’t come back here ever again.”

  My birthday plans for L were shot to hell and back last night. Imagine that. Neither of us was in the mood for celebrating after Bianca’s little stunt, so we’re having dinner at Ash tonight. It’s not a surprise like I had planned but they’re going to give us our corner table when it becomes available.

  I had a last-minute business meeting come up so L is driving into town to meet me. She says she doesn’t mind because she wants to drive her new SUV. At least that part wasn’t ruined.

  I text L to let her know I’m finished with my meeting and waiting for her at the bar. I take a seat on a stool to wait and order two Pinot Noirs—not from my own vineyard—because I’m curious about the competition. It’s decent at best, certainly nothing to brag about, so I gloat because I know mine is much better.

  I check the time and see that Laurelyn is considerably late, which isn’t like her at all. “Get stood up?” The voice belongs to a woman sitting a couple seats away. I briefly glance in her direction and see a leggy blond wearing a plum business suit, a fitted jacket and short skirt with very high heels. I can’t see her face because she’s looking straight ahead but I can tell she’s beautiful.

  I choose to reply since I don’t wish to be rude but probably more so because I want to let her know I’m not on the market. I don’t want her flirting with me when Laurelyn arrives. “Nothing like that. I’m waiting for my wife.”

  “Her mistake. If she was wise, your wife wouldn’t leave you sitting alone in a hotel bar for me to invite upstairs.”

  I’ll be damned if I’m not stunned. I haven’t even made eye contact with this woman and she invites me up for sex. Sure, it sounds a lot like what I once did, but now it just sounds insane. “Sorry. You’ll need to find someone else.”

  She leaves her chair and moves to the one next to me. “I don’t think your wife
will mind.” She unexpectedly places her hand on my head and pulls me close so she can whisper in my ear. “I know for a fact that your wife won’t mind if you take me upstairs and fuck me like a champion.” Her faux Aussie accent is gone, replaced by a more natural southern twang.

  I turn to look at the woman next to me and recognize the golden-brown eyes staring back. “Laurelyn?”

  “Shh … no names. I only want a companion for the night. No complications. No communication afterward.”

  My brain registers the fact that my wife is sitting next to me in a public place wearing a blond wig and a sexy business suit and I get what this is. It’s all for me. L admitted during our confessional that she was afraid I would miss having different women, so she’s become someone else for me tonight. I push L’s glass of wine in her direction and hold mine up. “A toast to the best wife ever since she has no objections to this.”

  She clinks her glass to mine and takes a tiny sip before putting it on the bar. I forgot. She’s avoiding alcohol since we’re trying to conceive. “Would you like something without alcohol instead?”

  She puts her hand on my leg and slides it up. She brushes my still-soft cock, causing it to stir. “No. What I’d really like is this.”

  “Well, who am I to stand between a girl and what she wants?” I toss some bills on the counter in front of the bartender. “No change.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  We leave the bar and enter the lobby area. “Do I need to get a room?”

  She holds up the keycard. “Already taken care of.”

  “Perfect.” I wasn’t looking forward to standing at the check-in desk with a raging hard-on.

  We enter the elevator and I wait for the doors to close so I can descend upon … hmm. What do I call her? She isn’t Laurelyn tonight. “I need something to call you.”

  She tilts her head and grins. “You can call me yours for tonight.”

  “Then you may call me incredibly pleased.”

  She extends her hand for a shake. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

  She releases my hand as an older couple enters the elevator. Dammit. I’d hoped to get her heated on the ride up.

  The woman in the elevator is judging us. It’s clear as day by the expression on her face. She saw us introduce ourselves to one another and has now taken notice of only one elevator button pressed. I’m guessing she thinks Laurelyn is a hooker and I’d bet all the money in my wallet that she’s checked my hand for a wedding band.

  “You didn’t say how much this was gonna cost me.”

  Laurelyn turns a deep shade of red and lowers her head, giggling.

  “I have until morning. That was the agreement, right?”

  Laurelyn straightens and wipes the smile from her face. “Yes, sir. Your wife arranged for you to have me all night.”

  “Like I said before … best wife ever.”

  The elevator pings and the doors open for our floor. I gesture for Laurelyn to exit first. “After you, milady.” We exit and I can’t resist looking back at the couple in the elevator—she gives me a look of disapproval while he appears envious.

  We say nothing as we walk the hall to our room. “This is us.” L slides the card into the door. I step behind her and push her blond hair away from her neck so I can kiss it. She moans and I slide my hand under her short skirt and explore, finding her panties so my fingers can dive into her wet center. “Damn. You’re already slick.” She’s struggling to get the keycard to unlock the door while I finger-fuck her. “I’m going to bend you over and give it to you so hard.”

  The green light flashes on the door and she pushes it open. “I’m going to come before we even get inside if you don’t stop.”

  I take my fingers out of her, but only because I want her to come with my mouth on her. I want to taste her.

  I lead her to the bed and she sits. I drop to my knees and kneel between her legs before I pull her bum to the edge. I reach under her skirt and drag her panties down her legs. I bring her sexy red G to my nose and inhale deeply. “You smell so fucking good, I could almost get off just sniffing these.”

  I drop her knickers on the floor and grab the back of her thighs, pushing them back and apart. She props on her elbows, readying herself to look at what my mouth is going to do to her. It’s fucking hot as hell when my girl watches me lick her.

  She’s looking down at me, blond hair spilling over her shoulders. Our eyes—light blue and golden-brown—are locked when I place my tongue against her center and drag it in an upward sweep. “Oh, filet-o-fuck. That feels good.” I lick her from the bottom toward the top and then circle my tongue around her clit. I push two of my fingers inside her and she calls out, “Omigod, yes!” It’s a plea for me to make her come. And then she does. I feel the contractions around my fingers and I taste the saltiness of her orgasm in my mouth. It’s absolutely delectable.

  She falls back on the bed, her legs propped on the mattress. They’re trembling so I place my hands on her knees to steady them. “That good, huh?”

  “Yeah. It was just that good.”

  She comes up and pushes me onto the bed. She unbuttons my trousers and yanks, anxious to get them down. “I’m not sure you’ve been given a proper blow job recently. I think you need one.”

  “I couldn’t agree with you more.”

  Once my trousers are off, she moves to her knees on the floor. She pulls me to the edge of the bed and begins by licking my cock from base to tip. She grasps it in her hand and her eyes watch mine as she drags her tongue across the tip from side to side. “I love the taste of your pre-cum.” She licks her lips and swallows before sucking me fully into her mouth, taking my entire cock in to the back of her throat.

  “That feels amazing.” But as great as it is, I have to close my eyes because I can’t watch the blond head bobbing up and down over my dick, even though I know it’s Laurelyn.

  “Babe, I’m about to come.” I still tell her before I do. I always will but just as L always does, she sucks even harder. She always wants me to come in her mouth.

  Laurelyn isn’t ovulating but it still feels like that shouldn’t have been wasted in her mouth. Then again, this isn’t us trying to have a baby. This is us role-playing because L wants to keep me happy and satisfied. She has no idea how unnecessary this is because all I want is her. No other women.

  I pull her into my arms and brush my mouth against hers. I want a sweet, soft kiss fresh on her lips when I bend her over the bed and fuck her senseless. “Remember this delicate kiss.”

  “Okay.” She has no idea what I mean. But she will.

  I take a pillow from the bed and put it on the floor. “Turn over and kneel.” She does as I instruct and I stretch her arms over the bed. I take my shirt off and pitch it across the room. I lean down and place my lips at her ear. “Pretend to be someone else and I’m gonna fuck you like you’re someone else.”

  I drive my cock into her hard and fast, causing her to gasp. I still until I feel her relax and then start moving in and out of her slower, testing the water until I build up to a faster pace, one she can tolerate. I grasp her hips and squeeze, pulling her body against mine to meet my thrusts. This sex is faster and rougher than what she’s accustomed to.

  I look at the blond hair falling over her shoulders and down her back and realize this isn’t what I want. I don’t want to fuck other women. I don’t even want to fuck Laurelyn while she’s pretending to be someone else.

  I pull out of her. “L, take that fucking wig off. I can’t stand looking at that blond shit. It makes me feel like I’m fucking somebody else.”

  She’s on her knees with her upper body stretched across the bed, squeezing the comforter tightly in her fists when I hear sobs. “L, why are you crying?” She releases the bed linens and uses her hand to wipe her face. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

  She doesn’t reply so I
physically turn her over and see her tear-stained face and red eyes. “Talk to me, L. Tell me what’s wrong.”

  She refuses to meet my eyes. “You were different with me just now.”

  “Only because you came to me as someone else.”

  “You’ve never fucked me like that before. Is this who you are with other women?”

  I use my hand to turn her face toward mine. “I’m not with other women.”

  She finally looks me in the eyes. “Is that who you became when you were with the other twelve? And with Lana?”

  “No.”

  She gets up from the floor and straightens her skirt. “This was a bad idea.”

  “I’m sorry.” I roll to sit on the floor with my back against the bed and press my palms to my forehead. “I don’t know what happened.” But that’s a lie. I know exactly what happened. I gave her a punishment fuck because everything she did and pretended to be tonight was a reminder of the repulsive things I’ve done. And my own wife was the one forcing me to walk that path again.

  “I shouldn’t have done this.” She cups her hands over her mouth and then pushes her hands to her forehead. “I’m sorry. I need to get out of here.”

  “I’m coming with you.”

  “Please, don’t.” She can’t look at me and I don’t know what it means. Is she angry? Hurt? “I need some time to think.”

  Laurelyn leaves without another word and I’m left sitting in a hotel room wondering what the hell she needs to think about.

  I cry all the way home. I’m confused about what happened, but more embarrassed than anything. I don’t know what I was thinking when I decided I’d pretend to be another woman for Jack Henry. That’s clearly not what he wants.

  What should have been a night of hot sex turned into a total disaster. Jack Henry seemed to be into the role-play thing. I thought we were having fun and then it felt like he suddenly turned … angry. “Pretend to be someone else and I’m gonna fuck you like you’re someone else.” I don’t even know what that means.