Buried in Lies

by T. L Smith

  “I wanted you both dead,” she says after a moment of silence. “I tried to leave, to escape you, yet here I sit in your car with you, again.”

  We pull up to the place. Her eyes roam around, and she appears confused. “Where are we?”

  Not answering her, I get out of the car, walking around to open her door. She steps out leaving her purse in the car, taking my hand and following me to the gates. The pool lights are all on, and fairy lights cascade down around the pergola.

  I did some work for the owner of the property recently, and he kindly offered me a favor. I took this favor and ran with it because sitting in a restaurant with people is not my thing.

  Us, one on one, that’s my thing.

  Basically, I don’t want to share her, with anyone, ever again.

  “It’s so beautiful.” Her eyes scan everywhere until they land on the table situated next to the pool. She walks up to it, the food ready to eat. There’s a bottle of wine chilling. I pull her seat out. She smiles brightly, sitting down in it, while I walk to the other side to sit across from her. I pull open the cloche, and she does the same, revealing her dinner.

  “I can’t believe you did this.” Her eyes are everywhere then back to me. Excitement and pride sit in her eyes staring right back at me. I didn’t think it was that much of a big deal. It isn’t anywhere fancy—it’s a pool with a table and chairs and some pretty lights—I just wanted to have her to myself.

  “We have this all night.”

  Her eyes fall on the pool then back to me. She picks up her fork ready to start eating. “What about the pool?”

  I smirk, taking a bite, and nod my head. We eat quickly, hardly speaking. Once finished, she asks me about Toska, and I try to change the subject. I haven’t seen her today, and I don’t plan to for some time. This will be our first break away from each other, which when I think about it, is sick. We’ve never been apart, always relied on each other, Toska relying on me more so than me on her.

  After our conversation, Jaya stands, kicking her heels off, and walks to the edge of the pool. Looking down, I watch her in awe of everything she does, and who she is. She turns back to me, her lips puckered and her eyes twinkling. “Should we swim?” she asks me.

  “If you want.”

  Jaya reaches behind her and unzips her dress, so it drops to the ground. She’s wearing nothing underneath it. Her skin shines from the glow of the pool. She pulls her ponytail out, letting it drop and cascade down her back, then she steps into the pool so I can no longer see her. I turn in my chair to watch her as she comes up and floats on her back, her breasts in clear view.

  “I dreamed of you, did you know?” She doesn’t glance over at me when she speaks. She just stares up at the night sky while she floats.

  “Why?” I ask her. Watching her, my cock’s hard, as I fight the urge to take her over and over again.

  “I’ve dreamed of you since I met you. You have kind of consumed me.”

  “You consumed me.”

  Her head turns, so she isn’t staring at the night sky, now her eyes are firmly on me.

  “You had a funny way of showing it.”

  I stand from my seat and walk to the edge of the pool, looking down at her as she continues to float. “Not everything is instant. Sometimes you have to lose to win.”

  Her eyes don’t blink as she watches me, then she turns her head back to the night sky.

  “I wonder if I’m winning or losing.” She doesn’t let me reply, because she disappears under the water then comes back up for air right at my feet. Her mascara is running down her cheeks, her lips pink, but she’s still the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen.

  “I would say I’m winning, and you’re losing.”

  She shakes her head at my words then pushes up out of the water. Hardly any light is on her, but the light from the pool’s fairy lights shines over her glistening skin, and I see her clearly as she steps toward me. Her body is still wet, her hands come up around my neck as she latches onto me.

  “Make me a winner then.” She smiles, pushing her body into mine.

  My hands slide down her silky skin to her ass which my fingers dig into. Her lips touch mine as she leans in, not giving me time to take control. Jaya pulls at my shirt until it’s removed from my body, then steps back, tugging at my trousers until they are gone as well. She smiles when she sees I’m as naked as she is, then steps back to me so our bodies are flush and my hard cock is pressed up against her. Jaya pulls me sideways, and we start to drop, both of us falling into the pool. Her hands stay on me as we come up for air.

  Jaya’s legs wrap around my mid-section, and she pushes up until I feel her at the tip of my cock, just before she pushes down, sliding over me while she leans in, biting my lip as she goes. Her eyes glaze over as they do every time I’m inside of her. Her usual pale blue eyes become glassy, her nails dig into my shoulders as she pushes up and down taking me deep inside her.

  It’s now that I usually get those words from her. The words she doesn’t like to give me at any other time. It’s now I can usually pull anything from her when she’s in this state. I could ask her to marry me right now, and the answer would be yes. I’m her kryptonite, and I know it, and I will use it any way I see fit. My biggest high is when I get her to say it, when she tells me she loves me. I love dragging it from her lips. The passion in the way she says it is real. She doesn’t use that word lightly, just as I wouldn’t. So I know when she says it she means it, just as I do.

  “Tell me...”

  She shakes her head, leaning in to bite my lips again to get me to shut up. I let her then pull back. She moves faster, and before I can pull it from her she opens her eyes and speaks the same words to me.

  “Tell me....” she asks.

  I know what she wants, she wants to pull them from me as well. My smile is snide as I push in her deeper as I fuck her. Holding her in that spot as deep as I can get, to have every inch of her, is what I want.

  “Tell me, and I’ll tell you.”

  She tries to move in the water, but my hands have her held down, she isn’t going anywhere. Not until she tells me. Somehow, she tightens around me and my cock feels it, as my hands loosen around her waist. She takes that and starts to move again. No words leave her mouth as she moves faster, but I move her even faster. My hands hold tighter again on her hips, the water swishing around us. Her wet hands threading through my hair, pulling at it, as she drops her head back when she comes.

  “Tell me...” she breathes, her head still dropped, not looking at me while she’s riding her orgasm.

  “I love you, Jaya Elmor.”

  Her body begins to shake, and she pulls herself up, her hair completely wet, dripping from the water as she stays connected to me, her mascara still running down her cheeks from her eyelashes.

  “You said it.”

  I nod my head.

  I meant it.

  I fucking meant every damn word.

  I love her like I’ve never loved any other person in this world.

  She is it.

  She will always be it.

  “Good, let’s have babies now.”

  My eyes go wide, my hands let go of her hips, and she starts to laugh, loudly.

  “I’m joking. Fuck. You should have seen your face.” She pulls me back to her, so our bodies are flush again. Her pale blue eyes stare into mine. “So, the Wolf has captured the Mouse, finally.”

  “The Wolf did. Did you even doubt it?”

  “For a second...”

  Pushing from the side, I swim with her still connected to me to the steps and carry her out, and as I step out, she doesn’t let go or even ask to get down. I asked for the cameras to be turned off and I checked to make sure they were when we arrived. Matt did well with the pool, and now I owe him as well.

  “Who would have thought my Wolf could be romantic.”

  I shake my head at her while reaching for the towel with one hand and holding her to me with the other.

  “I�
�m not! This isn’t romance. This is us, fucking.”

  She winks at me. “Making love.”

  I smirk at her words. She’s playing with me.

  “Whatever you say, Mouse.”

  Placing her down on both of her feet, she pulls the towel from me, wrapping it around herself and eyeing my naked body.

  “If you can be naked every day I’ll greatly appreciate it.”

  “Well, for me to do that, you must live with me, but with that comes conditions,” I tell her.

  She grabs her dress, her eyes falling back on my cock. “Tell me, Wolf.”

  “You must bounce on my cock every fucking night.”

  She laughs loudly, exactly the reaction I wanted.

  “Bounce? That I can do.” She winks, sliding on her dress after dropping her towel. “Now take me to your place and let’s start some new memories... of bouncing.” She giggles, turns around and shakes her ass as she moves toward the car, picking up her shoes as she goes. I laugh at her.

  And know that in this moment, that every other moment led me to her.

  She is all my moments.

  Chapter 31

  Home

  Jaya

  The car came to a stop out front of a decent-sized home. It’s a lot bigger than the place he had with Toska. This one’s huge in comparison, and cleaner as well. The gardens are cared for, and there’s even a shed to park his car. Syler’s car used to be parked on the street at the old place.

  He told me he could afford it, that the house was completely his, and that he bought it outright. That shocked me, as I didn’t even know he had that type of money. Then again, I didn’t even know about my money, and often forgot about it, because I don’t count money as a high priority. Stupid, I know.

  Getting out, he opens the front door for me, letting me follow him inside. The first thing that comes into view is a hallway, which leads down to a sitting area, where there’s a large flat screen television hanging on the wall with brand-new sofas as well. Those old ratty ones he used to have obviously been replaced. My hand runs along the fabric, and then I turn to look at him.

  “You bought all new furniture?”

  He shrugs. “This is mine, all that was hers.”

  I understand what he’s saying. That last place, apart from his room, had Toska written all over it.

  “If she gets out, will you let her live here?”

  He stares at me hard before he answers.

  “No. I want you to feel safe. She won’t even know this address, but I don’t think you have to worry about her getting out anytime soon... if at all.” That news surprises me.

  “Have you heard about her case?”

  He shakes his head. “Her lawyer thinks she’ll be sent to a psychiatric ward, and if she does, she will most likely be there for life.”

  “Does that upset you?” I ask him. I don’t want him to resent me.

  “No. She needs to be held, and I never really understood that.”

  “She wasn’t normal,” I reply, walking out of the sitting area wanting to check around more. “It’s beautiful,” I tell him. I love it. It’s not over the top, it’s cozy.

  Opening a bedroom door, I find all his computer equipment in there. No bed, though. Just a room full of tech that confuses me. I’ll never understand any of it.

  “Where’s your bed?”

  He raises an eyebrow at my words. I point to the room that houses his equipment, his work.

  “I figured now that I have you, work and bed should be separate.”

  “Now you have me... do you?” I play with him.

  “You’ll move in tomorrow.”

  “I will, will I?”

  He nods his head. “No arguing.”

  I zip my lips then turn to go to the next room. Opening the door, I find a bed, his bed. The same one from the old place with the same matching bed linen.

  “No new bed?” I ask him, being a smart ass.

  He comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “No. I like to fuck you, and have your smell surrounding me. The bed stays... for now.”

  I like the way he says fuck. It’s dirty but sexy and directed at me. I like the way he fucks me, hard, and sometimes slow, but always pleasurable.

  “I could fuck you again right now.”

  I shake my head, pulling away, shutting the door to the bedroom so I can keep on looking around. The floors are a dark wood which lead me to the outdoor entertainment area, where a small spa sits surrounded by chairs.

  “I hope you’ll fuck me in that,” I tell him, pointing at the spa.

  “I plan to fuck you on every surface of this house, and outside of it.”

  He pulls my zipper down, so my dress drops to the floor leaving me in only heels. I step away from his needy hands and continue my search of the house. Coming to the kitchen, I see that it’s tidy and has a great array of appliances, especially a brand-new coffee machine sitting on the marble-style counters.

  Just as he sneaks up on me, I hear his doorbell ring, and he curses.

  “No one knows I fucking live here.” He checks the time on his watch and starts walking to the door then stops, pulls the shirt off his head and throws it at me. “Put it on.” Then he continues walking away to the front door, picks up something awfully familiar, before he reaches it. I reach for the shirt, slide it on, and hear a familiar, and very angry, voice.

  Walking up behind him, my hand touches his back to calm him down as he stands up straight threating Taj at the door. Taj’s eyes fall on me, and he smirks.

  “Don’t fucking look at her.”

  Taj ignores Syler’s threat.

  “Your father told me you were with Syler. I came to tell you about Betty.”

  I step forward because I want to know. Despite how crazy she was, I cared for her. Syler’s hand pulls me back, so my side is tucked against him. Taj sees the movement but doesn’t comment.

  “She fell and hit the floor, hard. No one broke in, no one hurt her.”

  I nod my head, relief filling me.

  “Thank you.”

  Taj nods to me.

  “How the fuck did you find out where I live?” Syler asks.

  “I know where everyone lives, Syler. I even know that hatchet that is in your hand right now, but you won’t use it because one day you might need me.” He turns walking away, and I look at Syler’s hand, and sure enough, his hatchet is in it.

  “I won’t miss.” He smirks as he grips it tighter.

  “I know... I know,” Taj says as he gets into his car, starting it up then driving off.

  Syler shuts the door, placing the hatchet back down then steps toward me. “I can’t stand him near you.”

  I get it, so I do the only thing I can think of to comfort him, I stand up on my tippy toes placing a kiss on his lips. “I love you, Syler Hunter.” He visibly relaxes then pulls me to his body with one hand.

  “Damn fucking right you do.” He picks me up and carries me to the bedroom, where I proceed to bounce on him most of the night until he takes over and fucks me like he’s a madman. Which is always the best kind of sex.

  Epilogue

  That moment when you know that’s it, that’s the one, it never really happened for me. It was like the pages of a book, a long book, each page flip brought you closer and closer to the middle, the build-up then no downfall. That’s how I’d best describe my relationship with Syler. He was the greatest story I’ve ever told, though, and I hope he’ll be my only as well.

  None of our relationship or fucking or owning me or whatever he wants to call it was a breeze. It was fucked, and most of all, a lot of what happened was unnecessary. Most of it could have been averted if we hadn’t avoided each other for so long. We could have been happy earlier on, we could have worked out back then what we wanted to be. Neither of us had the balls to, though. We were happy with how we were, our bubble was good until it was popped by his crazy ass sister, Toska, who’s now serving a life sentence in a psychiatric ward.

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sp; Today will be the first day I’ll see her after a year. Syler hasn’t even seen her. He’s spoken to her every week since I found out he was avoiding Toska because he wanted to work on us. He seems content now, not so restless. To stop their relationship would have been damaging to us, not just to him. To break apart two people, who only had each other for all their lives was hard, not something I wanted to do.

  It is his sister after all, even if I hate her. Hate’s a strong word, maybe highly dislike the crazy bitch is better. Her doctor has diagnosed her, and Syler says she seems different, so today’s the day we find out for ourselves.

  Our relationship is still much the same, but stronger than ever before. His hands are always on me from the moment I walk in the door every day from work until we go to bed in the evening. He gets me to say those words every time we fuck still, every single time, they’re like his crack. We don’t use them lightly, we aren’t that couple that whispers I love you over and over before hanging up their cell phones. No. We grab them in our most intimate moments and steal them for ourselves so no one else can have them.

  “Mouse,” he calls for me as I sit in the car out front of where Toska’s being rehabilitated. Saying I’ll come and being here are two completely different things. I have to force myself to get out of his car because I definitely don’t want to. And yes, he still calls me Mouse. He hardly ever calls me by my real name. Only when my father’s around, who’s currently dating and has finally sold our family home. I’m so proud of him. He and Syler get along great, too. Well, sometimes. My father is there being all technical and shit about computers with him when I get home from work some nights. It makes me laugh, but I’m glad they have something in common and enjoy each other’s company.

  “I’m coming.”

  He opens my car door and offers me his hand as he looks down. “We can leave anytime you want.”

  I nod my head, getting out. He places his hand on my back as we go in through security. My handbag is left at the front desk, and we’re guided into a seating area. Toska’s already there, her red hair bright, her smile big, when she sees us. Her eyes scan Syler first, then to me. She actually appears surprised to see me.