Behind the Secrets (Behind the Lives #4) (33 page)

Her smile reappeared. “I forgive you.”

“You do?”

“I sure do, gorgeous.” She ran her hand
over his cock, giving him a cheeky smile. “But you still needa make it up to me
by taking me to heaven.”

“I don’t want you in Heaven, I want you
right ’ere with me.”

She giggled. “You’re a right charmer
when you wanna be, but it’s not your charm I’m after.” She ran a hand over his
cock again. “How ’bout we head to my house?”

“I’d rather take you to mine.”

“Nope, I’m paying, so you go where I
say, plus I wanna make sure we don’t have any distractions.”

“Okay.” He placed an arm around her
shoulders. “I don’t even care if I see your cousin; I just wanna be with you.”

“Which cousin?”

“Josie,” he slurred.

“Looks like the booze is talking. It doesn’t
bother me—as long as you make me happy.”

“I will. I won’t upset you again.”

“Yes, you hurt my feelings real bad last
time. You were a right arsehole.”

“I know, and again, I’m sorry. Please
lemme make it up to you.”

She laughed. “With a face and body like
yours, and words like that, I accept your apology, and I’m definitely looking
forward to whatever you have planned.” She glanced over her shoulder and waved.

The same group of women were still staring
at them. One of them called out, “Give him one from me, you lucky bitch,” while
the others made whooping and whistling sounds, reminding him of the women at
the nightclub he’d stripped at when he was nineteen.

Beth yanked him forward, steering him
through the main doorway and around the back of the pub, helping him into a car
he didn’t recognise. “Didja get a new car?” he asked, slumping into the front
passenger seat.

“No, I’ve had this one for ages, and how
do ya know what I drive?” she asked, doing his seatbelt up.

He closed his eyes, feeling sleepy. “You
have a pink bug not a blue Nissan.”

She didn’t answer him, instead closing
the door.

Dante
leaned his head against the window, passing out within seconds.

***

“Wake up, Dante.”

He opened his eyes and smiled up at Beth
from the front passenger seat. She leaned in through the door, unbuckling his
seatbelt. She always picked him up when he drank too much. It didn’t matter
what time it was, she would drop whatever she was doing and come out for him.
He loved that about her. She cared for him, wanted to make sure he was safe, no
matter how much trouble he caused her. It made him feel loved. Wanted. Happy.

She grabbed his wrists and tugged on them.
“Out, gorgeous.”

He pushed out of the car and stumbled,
his legs wobbly. She placed an arm around his waist and helped him to the front
door of a house he didn’t recognise. It looked like one of those leaky
buildings, with its smooth surfaces and flat roof. He glanced over his shoulder,
wondering whether he was in Botany Downs, the place giving off a middleclass
vibe, the pretty trees lining the other side of the street buffeting the noise
from the main road.

“You moved?” he asked, hoping he didn’t
have to see her cousin.

“Yes, last week. You seem to know a lot
about me.” She giggled. “Are you stalking me?”

“No, I don’t recognise this house.”

“Okay.” She leaned him against the wall
and opened the front door, guiding him inside. He stumbled over a rug, Beth
steadying him again. She steered him down a thin passageway and into a large
bathroom, its white tub and pale blue walls pristine clean.

She leaned him against the wall again. “I
know I said it before, but you really shouldn’t drink so much; it can’t be good
for business. If I didn’t know you, I wouldn’t have realised you were on the
prowl.”

Dante didn’t understand what she was
talking about—didn’t care either, just was happy she was taking care of him.

She slipped off his jacket and grabbed
the bottom of his shirt. “Lift your arms up.” He did as he was told, what she
was doing familiar, like old times, before they’d gotten together, before all
the arguing had started. She would often undress him and put him to bed, making
sure he was safe before leaving.

She removed his shirt, throwing it aside.
“You have the most gorgeous body.” She ran her hands over his tattoos. “So
yummy.” She squeezed his biceps. “You are such a scrumptious man, pure sex.” Her
fingers moved to his belt, quickly unbuckling it. She unzipped him and lowered
herself to the floor, taking his pants with her. He stepped out of them, now
naked before her, Dante having gone commando. She rose up, brushing a hand over
his cock. He leaned forward, wanting to kiss her, his mind a haze of happiness.

She stepped back. “Not before you clean
yourself, smelly.” She pushed him towards the sink, and handed him a
toothbrush. “Brush your teeth while I get the bath ready.”

He stared down at the bristles, their
edges blurring. He laughed, thinking they looked funny. She took it off him and
squeezed some toothpaste onto it. “Brush your teeth,” she repeated, handing it
back.

He started brushing his teeth, his eyes
going to the mirror in front of him. A bearded man with messy black hair stared
back at him, the waves partially covering his eyebrows and a dark green, almost
black tattoo around his left eye.

Bored with his face, he spat the
toothpaste into the sink and leaned over to rinse his mouth out. He jumped as a
hand ran over his arse. He spun around, finding Beth standing naked before him,
her body voluptuous. He stared at her huge tits, confused again, knowing Beth
had small perky ones, her body much slimmer. Maybe she’d put on some weight
from the pregnancy. He didn’t think so, because her belly was small, which
confused him even more.

She took hold of his hand and directed
him over to the bathtub, telling him to get in. Not wanting to think anymore,
he lowered himself into the water, its warmth enveloping his aching body. Beth
started cleaning him. He leaned back, enjoying being washed, the warm bath and
the touch of her hand luring him into sleep.

“Dante, wake up!”

He jolted awake, coughing and spluttering
as water filled his mouth. He spat it out and stood up. Beth helped him out of
the tub, sitting him down on the corner of the bath. She held her hand out for
a moment, looking like she thought he was going to fall over. When he didn’t
move, she grabbed a towel and started drying his hair, being a bit rough.

“Stop,” he slurred, swatting at her
hands. “Head hurts.”

“That’s your fault for drinking too
much.”

“You always lecture me.”

She lowered the towel to his chest. “No,
I don’t.”

“You do so, but you’re usually right.”

She laughed. “You’re drunker than a
skunk.” She threw the towel to the side and grabbed his hands. “Up!”

He pushed up, allowing her to lead him
out of the bathroom and into a bedroom. She pushed him towards a large bed. He
tripped and fell backwards onto the mattress.

She grinned down at him. “You’re definitely
worth blowing my rent money on.”

“Rent money?”

“We’ll talk ’bout it later.” She leaned
down and kissed his lips.

Reaching up, he took hold of her head
and pushed his tongue inside of her mouth, revelling in being with her, his
love for Beth always there. His mind went to Kara, someone he also loved, but
had neglected, telling her he couldn’t have a relationship right now, if ever,
his pain over Beth’s accident too much to move on from. But Beth was here ...
safe ... and kissing him, making him happy once more, the past few hellish
months gone in an instant.

Beth broke the kiss and grabbed a condom
packet off the bedside cabinet. She ripped it open and rolled the condom over
his hard cock.

“I don’t wear condoms with you,” he said.

“Well, I don’t wanna catch an STD, which
I’d be risking with your rep.”

“My rep?”

“Stop talking, I’m not paying for it.”

“Paying?”

She planted her lips on his again,
making him forget about what he’d asked. After a few minutes, she broke the
kiss and climbed onto him, placing his cock at her entrance. Smiling down at
him, she pushed it inside of her. Dante groaned, loving the feeling of her warm,
wet pussy. He placed his hands on her hips as she rode him, her big breasts
bouncing ...
too big
. Again, his mind tripped up over itself, trying to
understand how Beth’s small, perky breasts had become so large. He reached up
and cupped them. They were harder than they should be, unnatural.

She leaned down and positioned one over
his mouth. “Suck on my tit, Dante.”

Without thought, he sucked it into his
mouth, his mind telling him not to think, just to feel, the latter better, because
the first brought nothing but pain. He moved his mouth to her other tit, sucking
on it too, getting lost in the moment, the feel of her hard nipple making him
want to—

She squealed and pulled away from his
mouth. “You bit me!”

He grinned. “Yeah, you love me biting
your nipples.”

“Not that hard!”

He flicked his tongue out. “Lemme lick
it better.”

“No, I’d rather kiss you. It’s safer.”

She leaned over and latched onto his
lips again, pushing her tongue inside of his mouth as though it was laced with
cocaine, being rougher than she normally was. Liking it, he grabbed her arse and
started moving her up and down his cock, making it feel so damn good. She broke
the kiss and took over, riding his cock hard, the sounds she was making almost
animalistic. She began babbling his name, complimenting him, saying she’d
wanted him for so long, her words mixed in with panting and grunting, a mixture
of desperation and pleasure twisting her features. Then she was crying out, coming
on top of him, her pussy tightening around his cock, squeezing the fuck out of it.
She shuddered, then cried out one more time, before flopping onto him.

As she recovered, Dante ran a hand over
her long black hair, murmuring he loved her. In the blink of an eye, it changed
to blonde. Thinking he must be tripping, he closed his eyes and reopened them, but
her hair was still blonde. She sat up, her face morphing before his eyes, her
fine features now coarse and covered with makeup. He squeezed his eyes shut,
willing her to change back, then reopened them. He let out a shout of relief at
the sight of Beth sitting on top of him.

“Why didja shout
yes
?” she asked,
getting off his cock.

“You changed, but now you’re back.”

“Looks like the booze is talking again.
Or didja take something else?”

“Some acid.”

“God, I’m surprised you can even get it
up with all that shit in your system.” She removed his condom. “Just lucky for
me you can, ’cause that orgasm...” she smiled, “I definitely want more like
that one. Is the price just for one fuck or can I have you for the whole night?
Personally, I think it should be the whole night, considering five hundred is a
shitload of money, plus you seemed to be having fun, so we should keep going.”

“What are you on about?” he asked, her
words not making sense, plus she was talking too fast, his tired mind only catching
half of it.

“Forget about it, you can’t leave
anyway, ’cause you’re far too off your face to go anywhere.” She opened the
side cabinet and pulled out a bunch of dollars, placing it on top. “Just so you
know I have it.” She climbed back onto him. “Now, time for you to get back to
work, gorgeous.” She started kissing and feeling him all over.

Dante’s eyelids fell shut, the booze making
it impossible to keep them open. He heard Beth say something, but it was muted,
his mind lulling him towards sleep. She moved down his body and wrapped her
lips around his cock, making his eyes shoot open, all ideas of sleep instantly
gone.

Then
she was rolling another condom on him. Within seconds, she was back on top, pushing
his cock inside of her warm, wet cunt. He watched as she rode him, thinking she
was never this insatiable. Beth liked sex, but she didn’t keep going like an Energizer
Bunny, bouncing on his cock as though it was a battery. It seemed to go on
forever, exhausting him even more, then she was finally coming, shouting out
his name. Her voice sounded off, too high to be Beth, but he no longer cared,
sleep finally taking him.

***

Hands massaged his body, waking him up.
He opened his eyes, quickly shutting them again, the light hurting them. He moaned,
his head also hurting like a motherfucker.

The massage stopped, then someone
climbed onto his back and lay down on him. They started rubbing their body
against his while kissing his neck, their weight bearing down on him.

Dante’s eyes shot open, panic gripping
him. He turned over fast, needing to get the weight off him. A female cried out
and fell off the bed. Dante looked over the side, seeing a blonde, naked woman
getting up off the floor.