Believed (My Misery Muse)

by Betzold, Brei

  “I love you, Juliet,” he said against my skin causing goose bumps.

  He kissed me again, running his tongue across my lips flicking my lip ring. I opened to him; he immediately swept his tongue tasting me, his hands skimming down my ribs. He reached around grabbing my ass and pulling me snuggly against him. I moaned when I felt him hard and ready against my stomach.

  “Where is your room?” Sam whispered in my ear, then biting my earlobe and tugging.

  I pointed in the general vicinity of my room. Sam stood up and picked me tossing me over his shoulder. I giggled and tried to get away, he reached up and slapped my ass.

  “Stay still,” he growled.

  I leaned down and slapped his ass. “Don’t want to.”

  He dropped me on the bed and I laughed as I bounced. I stopped laughing when he ran his hands starting at my feet, up my legs, over my thighs, and gripped my hips. “I’m going to take my time,” he murmured. “I want to spend hours tasting every part of you. I want to know your body better than you do. I want to kiss every inch of your skin and find out what makes you moan and what tickles. And when I’m finished, I’m going to slide into your body so slowly that you feel every inch of me. I’m going to make love to you, Jules. When you finally orgasm, you’re going to scream my name so loud your neighbors will hear you.”

  “Fuck…” I mumbled.

  “Not this time,” he said then kissed me again, slowly tasting, rubbing, and loving every inch of my mouth. No matter how much I tried to quicken the kiss he kept it at his leisurely pace. When he finally pulled his mouth away from mine, I was panting. He brushed a kiss against my lips then nipped and kissed his way down my jaw. When he reached my neck, he took his time there, licking, sucking, marking me as his inside and out. He ran the tips of his fingers down my ribs, gripped the hem of my shirt, and yanked it off throwing it over his shoulder. He sat there and just looked at me, his eyes traveling over every exposed part of me.

  “You are beautiful,” he groaned then leaned down and kissed along my collarbone. I lost myself in sensation as he kissed and tasted my chest.

  Sam

  I ran my fingers across skin that felt like silk, until I reached her nipple. I flicked the barbell and she moaned and arched into my hand. I gripped the ring and tugged, then leaned up and flicked her labret, kissed her chin, and moved over to her ear. “Do you like that?” I whispered before tugging on the ring once again.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  I nipped at her ear, then kissed behind it, and made my way back down her neck. Damn, I loved her neck. I continued down until I reached her nipple, sucking it into my mouth and biting gently. Her back bowed and I had to press her back down with my hips. I let the nipple slide from my lips, kissing it gently then trailing kisses to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Sliding my tongue across her ribs caused her to jerk and giggle so I did it again. I smiled against her skin. I ran my fingers along her ribs causing her to laugh and wiggle away from my touch.

  I pressed kisses into her stomach, rubbing my stubble against her skin. When I reached the edge of her pants, I sat up and flipped her over on to her stomach. I started at the top of her spine and traced each of her vertebrae with my fingers. I took in each line of her tattoo. I leaned down and kissed her shoulder blades, then continued down. I ran the back of my hands down her arms, her skin pebbling in my wake.

  “Sam…” she gasped.

  “Hmm?”

  “I need…”

  “Not yet,” I whispered against her skin.

  Once I explored her back, I sat up and divested her of her pants then scooted down her body. I leaned down and nipped at her left butt cheek then moved to the right. She gasped and wriggled but I didn’t let up. I kissed and nipped every inch of her delectable ass before moving down her legs. Running my fingers down the back of her thighs, when I leaned down and kissed behind her knee she jerked up moaning my name. I laughed and continued down until I kissed her Achilles. I stood up and ripped my shirt off and kicked off my shoes, then I reached down and flipped her on to her back.

  I started at her ankle and kissed my way back up spreading her thighs wider as I went. I bit her inner thighs, sucking, wanting to leave a mark on her pale skin.

  “Sam,” she breathed “please?”

  “All in due time, angel.”

  Finally, I reached her fold. I ran a finger across her labia, watching as her eyes opened wide and she moaned. I laid down pushing her thighs further apart with my shoulders. I used my thumbs and spread her open to me. This time it was my turn to gasp.

  “Jules has a naughty side,” I murmured then flicked my tongue out against the small silver stud in the hood of her clit. She jerked and I had to pin her to the bed with an arm across her hips. I ran my tongue around her opening then up to her clit where I flicked the ring again. I pulled her clit into my mouth sucking lightly and ground my hard cock against the bed.

  “Oh god, oh god…” Jules started chanting while trying to thrust up against my mouth. I let her clit go and ran my tongue around her opening again before stiffening my tongue and thrusting it into her.

  “Fuck,” she moaned reaching down and threading her fingers through my hair. I thrust into her shallowly with my tongue, tasting her. When I felt her muscles begin to tighten, I pulled away and began licking and tasting her, touching her everywhere but where she wanted me.

  “I hate you,” she mumbled.

  I chuckled against her. “No, you love me, angel.”

  “Not right now I don’t.”

  “What do you want?”

  “You know what I want.”

  “You want to come?”

  “God, yes,” she moaned.

  I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking the ring with my tongue, then thrust a finger inside her core. She arched off the bed and began thrusting against my finger. I used my lips to tug on the ring and she began convulsing around my finger, screaming my name. I gentled my touch, licking her lightly while I slowed my fingers moving inside her, slowly bringing her down.

  When she collapsed against the bed, I sat up on my knees, but kept my fingers slowly moving inside her.

  “You doing okay there, Jules?”

  She gave me a thumbs up sign before dropping her hand against the bed. I leaned up and kissed her on the lips. “You’re not going to sleep on me, are you?”

  She shook her head and I smiled against her lips. “Good.”

  I climbed over her and stood up. I quickly removed my jeans, and grabbed a condom out of my pocket. I tore the package open and rolled it on before climbing back on the bed between her spread thighs. I rubbed the head of my dick through her folds, hitting her clit causing her to jerk and moan.

  “Sensitive?”

  “Uh huh.”

  I teased her for a few minutes until she was pushing against me trying to get me to enter her. Finally, I lined myself up with her and pressed in slowly, when just the head of my cock was inside of her, I stopped.

  “I’m going to castrate you,” she growled.

  I grinned down at her and pushed another inch into her waiting heat. “Better?”

  “Sam,” she whined.

  I gripped her hips and slowly entered her, taking my time just like I had promised I would. When I was fully seated, I leaned over and pressed my lips against hers. “You feel like heaven.”

  “Move, please move,” she begged.

  I rotated my hips keeping pressure on her clit. “Like that?”

  “That…” she gasped, “…works.”

  “Or like this?” I asked pulling out of her slowly then just as slowly pushed back in.

  “Sam, fuck me!” she yelled.

  “No,” I kissed her lips and kept up my slow pace.

  I leaned my forehead against hers, fighting the tingling in my spine. I fought back against the orgasm that was threatening. I circled my hips again and felt her flutter around me so I did it again.

  “Oh god, Sam please, oh please,” Jules m
oaned.

  “What do you need?” I whispered against her lips.

  “I need to come,” she wailed.

  I sat up and grabbed her hips pulling her up so her ass rested on my thighs and fucked her hard and fast. I reached down and pressed against her clit. She screamed my name, tightening around my cock. I continued fucking her until my body took over and I came. I groaned her name continuing to thrust into her.

  When I was finished, I slipped out of her body and fell over beside her. “I think you killed me,” I mumbled.

  “I can’t feel my toes,” she whined.

  I laid there staring up at the ceiling unable to move. Jules sat up and looked down at me smiling.

  “That was amazing.”

  “Glad I could please you.”

  I rolled to floor on to my hands and knees. I sat up on to my knees and took her hands in mine. Her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open.

  “Sam,” she said in a warning tone.

  “Juliet, I love you. I want to spend my life with you.” I ignored the pained look on her face. “Will you do me the great honor of being my girlfriend?”

  She sat there and stared at me a moment before falling off the bed into my lap. “You suck. Don’t scare me like that.” She kissed me lightly. “I would love to be your girlfriend.”

  Epilogue

  Jules

  Today was Sam’s dad’s funeral. We had gone early to his mother’s house for moral support, then drove together to the church for the service. Sam, Max, and his mother went in for a last chance to say their goodbyes. Sam was still angry with his father; I knew eventually he’d come to terms with it. For now, he was here to support his family. I was just glad he came to the funeral. I knew if he hadn’t he’d have one day regretted it.

  LuElla came out with her head held high, arm in arm with both of her sons. Sam was lucky to have such an amazingly strong mother in his corner. People started arriving, murmuring their condolences, then heading inside the chapel to find a place to sit. I stood hand in hand with Sam as he shook hands and kissed cheeks. Once everyone was inside, we walked down the aisle to the front pew and sat down. Sam never let go of my hand, his mother held his other hand. She sat between her sons Emory on the other side of Max.

  The preacher stepped up to the pulpit and began reading a passage from the bible. I took the chance to scan the area. There were men sitting tall, and ladies weeping into tissues. I turned my head back to the front and Sam squeezed my hand. I smiled up at him and leaned against his shoulder offering support. When the preacher began speaking about Peter Lawry the door to the chapel flew into the wall causing a sharp bang. I jumped in surprise and looked back to where the noise had come from.

  There, in all her glory, stood Clare keening and carrying on. She sprinted up the aisle in five-inch stilettos. When she reached the casket, she threw her body against it. Her arms circled as much as she could and she began wailing loudly. The church was deathly quiet, all of us watching the crazy woman sobbing and clutching a casket.

  It was like a scene out of a movie, and if I hadn’t been so shocked, I’d have been laughing my ass off. We all sat there and watched none of us knowing what to do. Sam was trembling. I looked up and his face was nearly purple. Ah shit, he was pissed.

  Finally, LuElla stood up and walked over to the keening woman putting a hand on her shoulder. “I take it you’re Clare?” She said quietly but we could hear her on the first row.

  I felt Sam stiffen beside me and I wrapped both hands around one of his hands. I wasn’t going to let him get up from this pew, blood would flow.

  “Clare,” LuElla snapped, “get off the casket and go sit down. You’re embarrassing yourself and your child.”

  Clare sniffled and looked up at LuElla. LuElla pointed towards the front pew. “Go sit,” she ordered.

  Clare stood on wobbly legs and came to sit on the pew a little ways from me. Jordan walked up the aisle finally, shaking his head, and sat down beside me. I reached over and gripped Jordan’s hand. I noticed the whispering that was going on behind us.

  LuElla stood in front of the casket with her head held high. “If we could please get on with putting my husband to rest.” Then walked over and retook her seat between her sons. The whispering died down quickly and the pastor continued his eulogy. Though I didn’t hear a word of it.

  After the church ceremony, we walked out behind the pallbearers and watched as they walked him to the hearse. Then we went to the limo for the family. No one said a word. We climbed in, Clare and Jordan included. Clare continued to cry, wiping her tears with a tissue, but poor Jordan looked humiliated.

  Once the doors were closed, Max looked over at Clare, “Who are you?”

  I sighed and thumped my head back against the seat. This was going to be a memorable limo ride.

  “This is Clare,” LuElla said, “your father’s mistress. The boy beside her is your half-brother, Jordan.”

  There was a look of shock on Max’s face, Sam was just pissed, and LuElla sat there like none of it bothered her. I was in awe of this woman.

  Sam

  “You knew?” I asked my mother.

  She nodded.

  “And you didn’t say anything?”

  “What would it have changed, Samuel?”

  I didn’t know what to say. I just sat there stunned.

  “I found out about Clare when she was pregnant with Jordan. I could have said something, thrown a fit, divorced him. Only what would that have accomplished other than you boys growing up without a father? I wasn’t going to take Jordan’s father from him, and I wasn’t going to let you boys grow up without a dad either. I did what I had to.”

  “Dad had a mistress?” Max asked looking stunned. “And you knew?” He asked looking at me.

  “I found out at Christmas.”

  Mom sighed. “He shouldn’t have done that.”

  Clare continued to sniffle and sob. I wanted to tell her to shut the fuck up. Except I knew that would only get me hit by Mom. Instead, I gritted my teeth and prayed we would get to the cemetery quickly.

  My mom looked over at Jordan and smiled. “Hello Jordan, I’m LuElla.”

  “Hello ma’am,” he said quietly.

  I actually felt bad for the kid, he looked almost as shell shocked as Max.

  Mom looked between Jordan and me. “The resemblance is uncanny,” she said to herself.

  Max looked over at Jules who was sitting beside me quietly banging her head against the back of the seat. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders to stop her from injuring herself.

  “You knew?” Max said pointing at Jules.

  She nodded her head.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” He yelled.

  “Wasn’t my secret to tell,” she responded with her eyes closed.

  “I’m your best friend,” he said sounding hurt.

  “You are,” she cracked an eye and looked at him. “Still wasn’t my secret to tell.”

  Jules rolled her head and looked at Jordan. “Jordan, this is your brother, Max. Max, this is your brother, Jordan, play nice.”

  I buried my face in her neck and laughed. This day had been so fucked up.

  “Mom!” Jordan shouted. “Cut that shit out.”

  Jules giggled when my mom reached over and slapped Jordan on the back of his head. “Watch your mouth and respect your elders.”

  “Sorry ma’am.”

  Mom nodded then looked over at Jules and I. “Guess you’re not dumb after all.”

  “Mom, have you been drinking?” Max asked.

  Jules buried her face in my shirt and laughed.

  “Maybe,” my mom said looking out the window.

  “Are you sure you want to be part of this family?” I whispered in Jules’ ear.

  She sat up and wiped her eyes. “Sam, I love your family.”

  I kissed her gently. “They’re insane.”

  “Exactly.”

  I didn’t understand this girl sometimes. I kissed her once again whe
n the car stopped and the door opened. I helped my mother, then Jules out of the car. We walked hand in hand with my dysfunctional family to bury my father.

  Acknowledgments

  My beta readers as always were amazing and helpful, Wendy Rex, Ashley McNiel, Sarah Larson. Thank you for all the help you gave me along the way. You ladies amaze me each time and I wouldn’t be able to do this without your constant support.

  Holly Malgieri, I cannot not say thank you enough for all you do for me. You help keep me grounded, listen to me bitch, and tell me everything will be okay when I’m ready to quit. You’re my fairy godmother and I would be lost without you.

  I need to once again thank my editor, Tanya Keetch, The Word Maid, for all the hard work she puts in to polishing, correcting, and recorrecting.

  I want to thank my awesome cover designer, Sarah Hansen, Okay Creations, she did an absolute amazing job with the cover.

  L. Diane Wolfe, Spunk on a Stick, thank you for once again formatting for me. I always love working with you.

  There are a lot of blogs I need to thank for all the support, pimping, and continued support, if I forget someone I am sorry it wasn’t on purpose. Iloveindiebooks, So Many Books So Little Time, Flirty and Dirty, Book Avenue, Stick Girl Book Reviews, Book Junkies Anonymous, Romantic Reading Escapes, The SUBCLUB, 2 Girls Book Blog: An Asian & White Chick Walk Into a Book Blog, Wolfel’s World of Books, Under the Covers Book Blog, The Book Whore-der's Delights, Shh Mom’s Reading.

  My husband and son, thank you for supporting and encouraging me to pursue my dream of publishing. I love you both so much.

  So many authors to thank that I do not want to chance forgetting anyone, so thank you to each and every author who has helped me along the way. I love that we support one another in our small community, and hope to be able to pass along all that’s been done for me.

  About Author

  Brei Betzold is a stay at home mom to one very interesting little boy. She started reading and writing at a young age, and has always dreamed of pursuing it as a career. She can be found most often working on her latest ideas. In her free time she enjoys spending time with her son and husband playing rockband, cooking, or curled up on the couch watching a movie.