Betrayed (3 page)

They drove on in silence for a while longer. Kayla kept her head buried against his arm, and he kept his eyes on the road. His mind raced at the thought of Dana and Kayla being best friends - how had he not known about this before?

When they had begun dating - or whatever it was they were doing - Dana had called him and left him a nasty message. She had told him to stay away from Kayla. She had threatened to go to the school board - for reasons he could only presume. His relationship with Dana hadn’t been normal, but he wasn’t convinced it was inappropriate, either. His relationship with Kayla was very different, though. And there was no mistaking that both of them could be in serious trouble if its existence was ever elevated to an ethics committee.

Ethan pulled into the driveway and helped Kayla out of the car. She
 
clung to him as they walked into the house through the garage. Her feet were heavy and dragged along the fine tile, and he realized that she was holding on to him because of the alcohol.

“Tomorrow is going to suck,” she said to herself.

“We’ll deal with it tomorrow,” he assured her.

Kayla planted her feet in the middle of the hallway and pressed her body tightly against his. She kissed him deeply, and he tasted the sweetness of the wine on her breath.

“Take me to bed,” she said softly.

“Kayla,” he said. “There’s something we should talk about.”

Her lips silenced his again. Their tongues swirled around one another, and he felt tingling sensations running down through his legs.

“It can wait, can’t it?” she said as she began kissing down along his neck.

His head danced in circles. He needed to tell her about Dana. He needed to come clean with her - like he should have when Dana called him before.

“Take me to bed,” she repeated. Her teeth nipped at his neck and her hands dug into his back.

She was right. He could talk to her in the morning. There was no rush.

* * * * *

Ethan picked me up as easily as if he were lifting a bag of groceries. His lips crashed into mine, and I could feel the thickness in his crotch pressing into me as he carried me into the bedroom.

The alcohol swirled in my head, and turned me on even more. Ethan didn’t need any help in that department, though. He set me on the bed and began kissing down my neck. His tongue whipped around gently, leaving wet, tingling, sensations all over.

“You taste so good,” he breathed.

His hands clawed down my side toward my hips. Wetness erupted between my legs as his fingers wrapped around to the inner part of my legs. His mouth worked furiously down my chest. He kissed the top of my breast and tugged at the lining of my dress with his teeth.

“I want to taste more of you,” he said. “All of you.”

He pulled my breast out of my dress, exposing my erect bud. His mouth closed around it, kissing and sucking at it gently. The warmth of his mouth was incredible, and I felt it rifle through every part of me. His hand pinched and squeezed lightly at the other breast.

My legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him further into me. His hips thrust forward, and I felt his thickness rubbing against my core. I could feel the excitement and energy in his hard body. I could feel the tension as he forced himself to take things slower than he wanted. I knew exactly what he wanted to do to me, and I wanted him to get what he wanted.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked. “Don’t hold back.”

His eyes connected with mine. Fiery passion flamed through them.

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he reached down and unclasped his belt buckle. Seconds later he had his slacks down around his hips, and his enormous girth sprung forth. He reached under my dress and slid my panties down; I lifted my legs and he slipped them from around my feet.

Ethan didn’t ease himself into me. He didn’t take things slow any longer. He
crashed
into me. The slick wetness of my core allowed him to bury himself entirely in one thrust. I cried out as his thickness lodged itself in my depths.

“Don’t hold back,” I said, again.

Ethan thrust himself forward even harder. He slammed himself into me over, and over. He felt glorious inside of me. I could stay there with him all day, every day, and never want for anything else.

I clutched him closer to my bouncing chest. His tongue crashed into mine and I sucked on it. My heart raced, and I felt the tight ball of ecstasy blooming in my core.

I was falling for him. I was falling for him in a way that I had never felt before. I no longer cared what Dana might say about the relationship - or anyone else for that matter. I had Ethan, and that’s all that mattered.

“Come for me,” he said, as he thrusted even harder. “I can feel you tensing. Come for me.”

In that moment, I let go of everything. I gave myself to him completely.

The orgasm erupted from within, and my body quaked violently. My legs shuddered as they tried to hold on to the man slamming himself hard into me. My juices ran freely, making a mess of everything.

Finally, I felt him tensing, too. His legs jerked and his arms flexed.

“Oh my, God,” he said.

I gyrated my hips back and forth in time with him.

“I’m so close,” he said.

My back arched and lifted my ass up toward him. He pumped me even harder.

“I want to feel you,” I said.

His eyes went blurry and I could tell he was no longer seeing straight. His thrusts slowed, and his muscles tightened. With one final push, his seed burst from him. I clutched him tightly as his whole body shook. I had never seen anything so beautiful.

Ethan collapsed next to me, and I curled myself into his arms. We lay there together, our hearts beating rapidly. It was a long time before either of us spoke. The silence was peaceful and calming. I closed eyes and let myself feel the dull ache from between my legs. It wasn’t painful, and I rather enjoyed it. It made me feel real; alive.

“Are you ready for round two?” he asked after what felt like ten minutes.

I grinned up at him. The wetness between my legs returned immediately.

“This time,” I said, kissing him lightly on the cheek, “I’m on top.”

* * * * *

Light beamed in through the slits in the blinds. I jumped up out of bed suddenly, some part of me knowing that it was much brighter than it should have been. My eyes stung as I tried to rub the sleep out of them. I pushed through the aching throb in my head and looked at the clock on the night stand —

Nine o’clock!

“Shit,” I barked.

Ethan sat bolt upright as I launched myself out of bed and went running for the closet. I pushed through to the back corner. A smalls stack of clothes I had brought over lay there. Bringing them over had been Ethan’s suggestion, and I was suddenly filled with relief that I had taken his advice.

“What’s going on?” I heard him ask from the bed. His voice was heavy with sleep. He squinted at the clock. “What are you doing?”

“I’m late,” I said.

I pulled out a pair of pants and the only nice blouse from the pile and sprinted for the bathroom.

“Late for what? It’s dead day.”

“I told you I have a meeting with my advisor. She wants to discuss my application to the… Oh my God.”

“What is it?” His voice was suddenly more alert.

“I look like a disaster,” I said. I grabbed a brush and began working on the knots and tangles in my hair. Nights with Ethan were fun - very fun - but they came with a price. The pain in my head pierced angrily with every tug of my hair.

Ethan stood in the door frame and watched as I got ready. He had a rugged, sexy look about him. He didn’t need to spend hours in front of the mirror to make himself look ready for the day. He held himself in a way that made it clear just how comfortable he was in his own skin.

“Can I get you coffee or something?” he asked, his voice gentle.

“No time, gotta go,” I said.

He watched quietly while I put myself together. Normally it would have drove me crazy to have someone watching me while I put on my makeup, and got myself ready for the day. But I liked having Ethan’s eyes on me. I liked knowing that I had all of his attention.

“What are you doing tonight?” he asked.

I pulled the blouse over my head and tugged it down into place. “Probably just going to start studying,” I said. “I need to start packing for winter break, too.”

He blew out a sigh. “I’m going to miss you while you’re gone,” he said. “Three weeks without you is going to feel like a lifetime.”

I grinned at him. “We should file a complaint with the residence halls then - on behalf of every student trying to shack up with their professor.”

The pain in his face was instantly replaced with a cocky grin. “Don’t tempt me, I might just go do that. It’s a shame that they make you work long hours as a glorified babysitter, and then kick you out of house and home anytime it suits them.” His smile widened a bit. “And I’m
not
your professor anymore.”

I grinned at him.

“Remind me all you want, but I’m not going to give in that easily,” I said.

He smiled but didn’t say anything. I gave myself a final once-over in the mirror. The reflection I saw wasn’t me at my best, but it was good as things were going to get for the time being.

“Would you come over tonight?” he asked. “I’d like to talk to you about something.”

My brow tightened quizzically. “Something wrong?” I asked.

“It’s nothing big,” he said. “There’s just been something I’ve been meaning to bring up.”

I gave him a soft smile. “If it’s about this winter, you have nothing to worry about,” I said. “The time will fly by before you know it, and we’ll be back together again.”

He pulled me in toward him and held me tight. He hadn’t even showered yet, and the smell of our late night activities still clung to him. It was intoxicating. I wanted to melt into his arms and stay there all day.

“You’re more than welcome here,” he said. “You don’t have to drive home to Flagstaff for all of winter break.”

I pulled him close to me and held him tight. My heart fluttered at the thought of staying with him.

“That sounds nice,” I said.

“Does that mean I can see you tonight?” he asked.

I hugged him even tighter.

“I’ll be here,” I said.

He kissed me softly on the forehead, and I closed my eyes and wished I could hold him in my arms all day.

* * * * *

The campus had a haunted feel to it. Where there used to be droves of students lingering and walking between classes, there were now only small pockets of people with their noses crammed between books. It was Dead Day, and that meant that finals were literally around the corner. Dead Day was a day set aside by the University to be a free day for students. There were no classes, there were no exams, there were no projects due. It was a day everyone could take for themselves to begin getting prepared for finals week.

It was my favorite day of the semester. It meant that classes were finished. It meant that I had a day to rest and recover from the many weeks of studying and working on projects or exams that had undoubtedly happened.

This Dead Day was slightly different, though. As I walked through the campus toward the business college, it dawned on me that soon I would be in the real world. There are no Dead Days in the real world - everyday is a day when something needs to get done. This Dead Day was a day when something needed to get done - I needed to talk to my new advisor, Charlotte Kacey, and figure out exactly what I needed to do to get into the business college and begin the rest of my life.

The halls of the business college were even more barren than the campus was. I navigated the corridors until I came to Ms. Kacey’s office. The door was half open and light poured out. The clicking sound of fingers typing quickly echoed from within. I rapped on the door as I pushed it aside and stuck my head in.

“Ms. Kacey?” I asked.

A woman in her upper thirties with brown curled hair looked up at me. Her eyes were sharp and she had the look of someone who was very conscious about her health. Her skin was tight around her neck and arms - she looked like someone who did hours of cardio everyday.

“Can I help you?” she asked without the hint of a smile.

“Hi,” I said, uncertainty filling my tone. “I’m Kayla Ellis - you wanted to meet today?”

She made an obvious effort of looking at the clock.

“You were supposed to be here an hour ago,” she said, simply.

“I know,” I said. “I’m sorry. I completely slept in past my alarm clock.”

“Is this the kind of behavior we can expect of you in the business school?” she asked.

She still hadn’t invited me to sit, or even invited me into her office. I suddenly felt like I was on display for her interrogation, and it was unsettling.

“No, of course not,” I said. “It was an accident. It will never happen again.”

She gave me a long, hard look. Her eyes were piercing and she had a no nonsense air around her.

“Very well,” she said. “Please, have a seat and we’ll get started. I have another appointment in ten minutes so this will have to be brief.”

I scooted into a chair opposite her and folded my hands into my lap.

“As I told you yesterday, I’ve been assigned to help you through the application process of the business school,” she said. “Then, if you’re accepted, I’ll be able to help you coordinate your schedule along with anything else you might need.” She peered down at me from her seat, and I got the distinct impression that she didn’t think much of me. “Now, have you decided on a major that you want to pursue?”

I nodded quickly. “Finance,” I said. “I want to work on Wall Street.”

An eyebrow cocked up as she listened to me. “Lofty ambitions, Ms. Ellis,” she said. “You’re aware that Finance is one of the most popular majors in the college, right? And that also makes it one of the most difficult to get into.”

I nodded. “I’m prepared to give it everything I got,” I said.

“Then, I assume you’ve already been hard at work on your business plan?” she asked.

I scrunched my brow. “Business plan?” I asked.

Her mouth twitched. “You
do
know that all applicants are required to develop and submit a business plan for a business of their choosing, right?”