by S. M. Soto
Her eyes are rolled back into her head, and she’s on the verge of coming. I feel it in the way her pussy grips my cock. The way she’s moaning my name. Just when she’s on the cusp, I lean forward, placing my mouth next to her ear, and I grit the words out through my pleasured haze. “When were you going to tell me that you’re pregnant?”
She groans, realizing what has me so riled up. Her pussy spasms around my cock, and I slow my thrusts, torturing her. I release her throat, that same hand finding her clit and toying with the bundle of nerves.
“T-tonight,” she pants out between thrusts.
“I found your test at the bottom of the trash this morning, and you know what that did to me, Dirty Girl?” I ask, licking the shell of her ear. She whimpers. “It made me so fucking hard, knowing you’re carrying my baby. It made me feel crazy and protective, and all I wanted to do was fuck you until you were screaming my name.”
“Oh, yes, fuck yes,” she breathes out, as I circle her anus. She throws her ass back now, meeting my thrusts. And fuck me, she’s perfect.
“You’re having my baby.”
“I’m having your baby,” she moans back.
I dip the tip of my thumb into her hole, and she comes without warning. Her pussy spasms, flooding my cock with moisture. She shoves her face into the bed, letting out a scream of pleasure.
I chuckle as I thrust into her, watching her orgasm barrel through her. That is the best part—watching her fall apart from up here. My cock is glistening with her juices. There’s a damp spot beneath us on the bed, and with each thrust, my thumb disappears more and more into her asshole.
“Such a fucking dirty girl,” I hiss, feeling my own orgasm looming. “Whose pussy is this?” I grit, quickening the pace, thrusting deeper and harder now.
“Yours.”
“You can do better than that, baby. Whose pussy is this?”
“It’s yours, Sebastian!” she yells into the sheets, her words muffled. “It’s yours!”
Another orgasm slams into her at the same time mine does. I empty my load inside her. Inside of my girl and I can’t imagine anything better than this moment.
I dress quickly, allowing her to catch her breath. We don’t have much longer. Ava will start looking for one of us soon. Mackenzie is still splayed out on the bed, eyes closed, trying to catch her breath. I drop a quick kiss on her forehead before retreating.
“Don’t leave yet,” she whines, making me laugh under my breath.
“I’ll be back. Just want to make sure Ava is okay.”
She hums her acquiescence, and just as I open the door, her voice stops me in my tracks. “Have I told you how much I love you lately?”
“You have.”
A slow smile spreads across her face. “I’m serious. I love you endlessly, Sebastian.”
“Since the first time I laid eyes on you, there’s never not been a moment I didn’t love you.”
I hear her sharp gasp as I leave the bedroom, shutting the door behind me. It’s nothing but the truth. Mackenzie changed my life the night she walked into my restaurant. She taught me how to love for the first time in my life, but not only that, she’s given me two children to love, too. And I’ll forever be thanking Madison that she put her sister in my path. Because I’m certain that’s what she did. It wasn’t fate. It was Madison intervening for us. Bringing two souls together who she knew would entwine immediately and never let go.
The Hollywood Scoop: Los Angeles’ most eligible bachelor is officially off the market. Today marks the day of the couple’s private wedding in Malibu with close friends and family. Despite how rocky the couple’s relationship was during the beginning, they’ve managed to steal the hearts of everyone around them, while women all over the world weep at the loss of a chance with Baz King.
The couple, pictured below at The Moth Ball in early 2020 with their adoptive daughter, announced their engagement late last year that sent the media into a tailspin. Outlets weren’t sure if they wanted to love or hate Mackenzie Wright (now Mrs. Kingston-Pierce).
The aftermath of the soon-to-be newlywed’s relationship news hasn’t been unicorns and rainbows. There was speculation of a fallout with Mr. King’s close friends after a life-threatening incident occurred after a break-in at one of their LA homes. One thing is for certain, the Infamous Five are no longer. Trent Ainsworth has been brought in for questioning and is currently on trial for misconduct with an employee as well as tax evasion. Longtime friend, Zach Covington, passed in late 2019, and the couple refuses to speak about the incident that occurred in the LA home. No details were released to the media outlets during the investigation. Vincent Hawthorne has disappeared from the social scene. Marcus Whitehorn is the only friend who has still been pictured with the couple. It’s also been rumored he’s dating the bride’s close friend, upcoming model, Katherine Van Der Pont, leaving people to wonder, what really happened that night?
After the birth of their son, Sebastian Jr., the bashing reports surrounding Mackenzie Wright and the previous article she published died down almost completely. The success of her book, a coming-of-age-memoir with HarperCollins, has made the couple media moguls overnight.
It is widely speculated that none other than the great Alexander McQueen is designing Mackenzie’s dress. Sources say Baz King is planning to wear a custom Givenchy tux for the occasion.
Sources say this is the happiest the couple has ever been, and they ask that the public respects their privacy and the privacy of their children while they tie the knot.
What are your thoughts on the couple and the wedding of the century? Sound off in the comments or tweet us your answers.
I release a shaky breath as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I didn’t think this day would ever come. I was positive I’d never get my moment. Glitter bursts in my chest as I run my hands down the beaded corset material of the dress.
I opted for a non-classic, off-the-shoulder, long-sleeved gown with an open back and tulle train. The five-foot train trails behind me, and as I stare at my reflection in the mirror, I can’t help but feel like I’m a completely different person. I feel the start of another beautiful new chapter in my life. It’s as welcome as it is painful.
There’s been this nagging ache in my chest ever since I woke up this morning. I know why it’s there, and when Wren comes up behind me, settling his warm hands on my shoulders, his misty eyes reflected back at me, I know he knows why, too.
“You are the most beautiful bride I’ve ever had the pleasure of styling.”
My mouth twists and warmth spills into my chest, as I try to hold back my smile. “You have to say that.”
“I’m serious. That man is going to die when he sees you. They all are. So, don’t you dare ruin that makeup with your tears. She’s here with you always, even if she can’t hold your hand down the aisle today.”
My heart stutters, and I trap my bottom lip between my teeth to stifle the sob that so desperately wants to escape. I didn’t think my wedding day would be this difficult without my sister. I’ve already been through some of the toughest moments in my life without her, so I’m not sure why I am feeling exceptionally emotional today.
There were a lot of complications with my pregnancy that should’ve scared me, but they didn’t. Because I had Madison and Baz there with me every step of the way. I felt like she was living it with me, holding my hand and helping me wade through the hard parts. There were times I didn’t think I’d make it to term with Sebastian, but each time I did. And it was because of her. My son is alive because of Madison.
I felt her there at his birth. I don’t know how, but I did. And sadly, that was the last time I felt her. I think about her a lot, but it’s not the same as having her around, hearing her speak to me, and telling me everything is going to be okay.
As soon as Wren leaves me, I inhale deep, stabilizing breaths, trying to prepare and calm the nerves that are suddenly boiling to the surface. The ceremony starts soon. In less than an hour, I will be wal
king down the aisle and marrying Baz.
That is the best part of all of this. I get to marry this man who I’ve loved for years. We have a family together, a beautiful life thanks to him, and I’ve never been happier. But all that doesn’t mean not having my sister at my wedding is easy; it’s hard. My parents aren’t coming. My dad is sick, and I don’t know if that is just an excuse or if it’s the God’s honest truth. After inviting them, it felt like a snub on their part. Like I am still just a mere afterthought to them.
I clutch my hands to my chest and try to breathe past the tightness. Clasping my eyes shut, I whisper the words aloud, “I miss you.”
I feel her before her voice wraps around me, and when I open my eyes, I can’t contain the tears or the wobbly smile that spreads across my face.
“I always miss you, Kenz.”
I dab at my eyes, trying not to ruin my makeup. Wren will kill me.
Madison pulls me into her arms, and I clutch her to me, breathing her scent in, hating that every time I see her, she looks the same, trapped in time. Trapped in a past that did nothing for her.
“This should be you. I hate that you’ll never get this. That you’re not here to experience this with me, and Ava, and the baby.”
“It was always meant to be you, Mackenzie. And I am here. I’m always here, sister.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.” She smiles, a tear glistening down her cheek. “Now pull yourself back together. This is your day. This is the start of your forever.”
She rests her hands on my bare shoulders, and we stare at our reflection in the mirror. We look the same, yet so different, and I think this is what I’ll miss the most, not seeing her.
“I think our forever started the night I met him.”
Madison laughs. The sound is absolute music to my ears. “I think you’re right.”
We stare at my reflection for a while longer, before she gives me her last goodbye. I can see it in her eyes. This is our final goodbye. The one that was stolen from us that awful summer.
“You look beautiful, Mackenzie. And as much as I’d like to stay here forever, I can’t. This is your time. This is your life—live it. You have a man who will do anything in his power to keep you safe and two beautiful babies who look at you like you hung the moon. Hang on to that.”
“I don’t want you to go.” My face crumples.
Madison hugs me from behind. “I’ve gotten what I need. And so have you. That’s all I ever wanted for you, Mack. Happiness. True happiness. And now that you’ve found it, I can finally let go. I need you to hang on to that feeling forever. I know I will.” Madison leans in and presses a kiss to my cheek. I feel her lips on my skin. The warmth of her touch.
My eyes slam shut, and when I open them again, my sister is gone. For good this time. And when I walk down the aisle, past the tear-stained faces of our close friends and family watching our union, I meet his eyes, and I damn near stumble in my heels. My heart beats faster and slower all at once, and my stomach dips. The butterflies roar inside with a vengeance that was once stronger than my own.
Dan’s grip on my arm tightens as he guides me up the altar. Up to Baz. His eyes are bright, and even with the distance between us, I can feel the intensity of his gaze burning across my flesh. I can feel the love he has for me, for our life, for our family, vibrating in the very air around us.
I glance at Dan, and my first tear during the wedding slips down my cheek when I see his eyes are red-rimmed. It was a no-brainer that I would have Dan walk me down the aisle. He’s been there every step of the way for me, and I love him like a daughter would her father.
With a soft kiss on my cheek, Dan hands me off to Baz, and the second his warm hand engulfs mine, I fall in love with him all over again. Dressed in a one-of-a-kind Givenchy black suit, he looks better than I could’ve ever imagined. The rogue strands of his dark hair hang over his forehead, just the way I like. And those eyes…those bright blue eyes are a key to my heart as they stare down at me, filled with so much love, it makes it hard to breathe.
My hands shake in his, and he squeezes, knowing just how much I need him. Baz bends, a barely there smirk tipping the corners of his lips, as he presses a soft kiss against my lips.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, Dirty Girl. And you’re mine. Always.”
We pull back, and as we stare into each other’s eyes, everything else around us fades away. I grin, the tightness in my chest ebbing away, as I stare at the man I’m hopelessly in love with.
“I’m yours. Forever,” I promise the man I’ve waited my whole life for.
In him, I’ve found a love that is rare. A love that defies the odds. One that defies logic. A love that makes every other relationship pale in comparison. The best love stories are when you fall for the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time.
Our love was unexpected—a chaotic blend of messy and beautiful.
Baz King is the man who walked into my life like he belonged there, breaking down my walls and lighting my soul on fire. His hold on my heart is eternal.
As is our love.
THE END—for now.
Thank you for taking the time to read Bury Me with Lies. I hope you enjoyed Mackenzie and Baz’s story. I know it was a long one, but I appreciate every single one of you for sticking it out and making it this far. I sincerely hope you’re satisfied with the conclusion to this world…for now, at least. (Insert all the smirking and devil emoji’s here.)
On a more serious note, I just want to say thank you. I am so so appreciative of you all. I’m so fucking grateful for you all. These are characters I am going to miss deeply, but for now, I think it’s best we lay them to rest, no? Make some room for others?
I have so many people I have to thank for helping with this hefty book. This was a trying release. It was the first one I ever truly felt like throwing in the towel on, and without these people, I’m sure I would have.
My editors. Paige, Jenny and Becky, thank you guys for asking the hard questions, for imploring me dig deeper, and just being all around rockstars.
Annette Brignac and Michelle Clay. Your constant support means the absolute world to me. Thank you for forcing me to take those much needed breaks and being the shoulders I need to lean on when I feel like I’m falling apart. I thank my lucky stars you two are in my life every single day. Love you both to the moon!
Sarah Ferguson and everyone at Social Butterfly. Thank you! This entire release wouldn’t be possible without any of you, and I am so beyond grateful that I have you on my team. You put up with my ridiculous emails and text messages, and I appreciate you more than words can describe.
To my betas, Chele, Ratula, Serena, Sonal—this literally would not be possible without you. Ratula, thank you for listening to my endless voice messages and theories. Thank you for helping me work through the plot holes when I was being a lazy shithead.
My darling Chele, your excitement and love for these characters has meant so much to me. I love you beyond words, woman! Thank you for dealing with my BS and my crappy drafts. LOL. I promise I’m trying to be better.
I also want to thank the bloggers who read, posted and shared all the things for BMWL. I am so so appreciative of the time you take to read and review. I live for every graphic, every beautiful teaser, and everything else in between!
To my readers. I am so beyond blessed I get to create stories for you guys to love or hate. Thank you for once again, allowing me to do what I love. I am so very grateful I have you guys in my corner, constantly rooting for me, constantly supporting me. You make all the long, sleepless nights worth it. I love you guys more than you’ll ever know.
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Always grateful,
And with so much love,
Selena (S.M.)
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S.M. Soto was born and raised in Northern California where she currently resides with her son. Her love for reading began when she was a young girl, and has only continued to grow into adulthood. S.M. lives for reading books in the romance genre and writing novels with relatable characters. She refers to herself as a bit of a romance junkie. S.M. loves to connect with readers and eat copious of donuts that will surely lead to her demise.
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