Deceitfully Yours (8 page)

Jude

She steps
from her car as my car pulls up behind. She’s wearing jeans and a T-shirt with her long, blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail, but she still manages to look fantastic.

“Sorry I’
m late, but at least I brought dinner.” Shit, did I just say that? Feels like I turned into a married man in a matter of hours. I need to stop thinking about how great it feels to look forward to coming home to someone.

She hurries into the living room and grabs the control as I fix our plates. She barely
notices the food when I put it down in front of her, and that’s the moment I realize what’s got her so captivated.

“You watch
The Walking Dead
too?”

She looks at me
wide-eyed and asks, “You watch this?”

“It’s probably the only show I watch.”

We eat, talk, and watch the show as if we’ve done it a hundred times before. An hour later, the show is over, and we both lay our heads against the back of the sofa, gazing at each other quietly. I reach out and run my fingers through her silky hair.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, moving in closer. My lips are inches from her
, and I can feel her elevated breaths against my face. Her eyes lower, lips part slightly. I’m sure the passion in her eyes is reflected in mine, but as I lean in to kiss her, she backs away.

She jumps to her feet
. “So are you going to let me see the last two rooms you’re hiding downstairs?”

Odd how she’s willing to let me have her any
way I want downstairs but pulls back when I try to kiss her. I guess I deserved that. The first night in the hotel she was open to kissing, but I shut her out.

“
I’ll let you see one of the rooms. I’ve never used it before.”

“
Really?” She turns her head to look at me as I rise from the coach.

“
Uh-huh, you’re my first” I reach out and push her hair behind her ear.

“
I’m flattered,” she says, voice raspy. “I’ll meet you downstairs.” She turns and walks to the kitchen.

I can only hope she won’t hold
that kiss against me for long. No matter how this started out, I want more from her now, and I intend to get it.

Kylie

“No, I’m not getting on that. What if I fall?”

“You won’t.” Jude casu
ally takes off his remaining clothes, placing them on a chair.

“The strength of your thrust alone will cause that swing to snap off the ceiling.”

He stops behind me, wrapping a hand around my waist. “Trust me,” he whispers into my ear.

His erection
presses against my back. He slips his fingers between my legs. A few clever strokes and I melt into him. I’ll jump onto anything right now as long as I know I’ll get to have his strong body pounding into mine.

There are straps to support my back and right beneath my butt. The straps for my legs leave me wide open and at his mercy, which is becoming very common between us. Sexually he always controls everything
, and I wonder what it would be like to make him lose control.

Once he’s done helping me onto the swing, h
e stands behind my head and puts his hand in my hair. He pulls until my head is tilted back, his cock bobbing in my face. He still smells like soap, but that warm, manly smell is also present. The pheromones are strong in here because I have a strong urge to put him in my mouth, taste him.

He rubs
my nipples between his fingers, increasing my fire building in me. I try to capture his hard flesh in my mouth, but he shifts until the head is out of my reach.

“What do you want, Kylie?”

“I want…” I can’t believe I’m going to ask for this, but I want it too badly not to. “Can I taste you, Sir?”

He pushes his cock against my lips
, then pulls back before I can take him in my mouth. “How badly do you want it?”

“I’d do anything to taste you,
Sir.”

“Beg for it,” he says, pinching my nipples then soothing them with gentle fingers.

“Please, Sir, let me lick you. Let me taste you deep in my throat, swallow you while you take your pleasure in my mouth.”

He cups my breast
s then squeezes them. “Do you realize what you’re asking for?” He grabs his cock with his right hand, stroking it. “If I let you put this in your mouth, I’m going to fuck your mouth in a way you’ve never experienced.”

Oh God
, yes!

He’s officially corrupted me because I want him to use my
mouth in any way he wants. He slips the smooth, round tip of his cock into my mouth. The salty drop at the tip melts against my tongue as I take him deep. He braces my head with his hands and begins to thrust. I clutch the straps of the swing for support as his speed increases. He pulls out until only the tip is in my mouth, then thrusts until it feels like he will touch my tonsils. I relax my jaw and take him in as far as he can go. Tears well in my eyes as Jude continues his relentless rhythm, but I don’t care because he tastes so good. And the delicious sounds he’s making give me a sense of power for once.

He
pulls out abruptly, squeezes my breasts together, then thrusts his erection between them. He squeezes at my nipples, and it tugs at my core. His balls tickle my nose, so I lick them and he growls as his tempo increases. I suck them into my mouth, and he freezes, throws his head back, and pushes his hard cock between my breasts. He pulls back as warm liquid squirts out all over me. His grunts fill the room. His body trembles as he fights to regain his breath.

H
e moves away, walks around me, and gets down on his knees, burying his face between my legs. He laps me up like a starved man. He circles my wet flesh incessantly with his tongue. Then he uses the tip of his tongue to teases my clitoris until my legs tremble. My climax is so close. If he would only put more pressure on my overexcited clit, I’d explode.

“Please
, can I come, Sir?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He
flicks my clitoris with strong, firm strokes of his tongue. A shocking current of pleasure surges through me as I soar. He slows his tongue motions as my body trembles with satisfaction. I barely feel him pull away, but I jolt as he rams his hard cock into me.

“You’re hard again.” It wasn’t a question
, more of a statement of astonishment, but he answers nonetheless.

“Your pussy is like a stimulant.” His
frantic thrusts build that ache in my core. The swing only helps to enhance every sensation as he rotates his cock into me. He hits spots I didn’t know existed; the room blurs around me. This time when the world explodes around me, there is only one thing I can see through the smoke: Jude. Pumping his tall, strong body like a man possessed. Sweat dripping, his eyes focused on my face, and his groans as tortured as mine. His body jolts as his climax begins. He reaches down and rolls my clit.

“Come again,” he
demands as he thrusts slowly into my swollen flesh.

“I can’t
. If I come again I’ll shatter.”

“I want to shatter you.
Make you break away from all the things holding you back, and all that’s left are the pieces that bind you to me. Now come on my dick so I can feel how much you need me.”

He licks his finger and teases my clit until I can feel it in my
tightening nipples, my trembling legs. My pussy clenches him hard as I come again. He growls, then shoots off into me as my muscles clutch him in a tight grasp. The intensity of it all becomes too much; darkness takes over.

********

I actually passed out from too much pleasure
, I think as I climb the steps. I never knew this level of satisfaction even existed. I woke up in bed with Jude running a cool towel over my face. He took care of me as though I were a fragile child, but I liked it. It’s been years since anyone cared for me, and I'm getting accustomed to Jude pampering me after a scene. He left the room as I fell asleep, but my phone kept beeping.

I come up into the kitchen
to find Jude leaning against the counter, gulping down a bottle of water. He takes in my fully dressed form and scrunches up his eyes. I drop my overnight bag on the floor, then place my phone on the middle island.

“I have to go
. My roommate called, and she needs me to come home.”

He glances at the clock
, then looks back to me. “Right now? It’s already past eleven. You won’t get home till after midnight.”

“I know
, but I really have to go.” My phone begins buzzing on the counter. We both glance at it before I snatch it up and silence the call. Truth is, Mason’s been calling me all night. After Jude let me off the swing, I went back into the bedroom to find eight missed calls from Mason. He’s sure to spend the night at my place freaking Stacia out if I don’t show up.

Jude nods at me
, but I can tell he doesn’t buy my story. I certainly didn’t make myself more believable by panicking when my phone went off. I lift my bag over my shoulder and follow as Jude leads me to the front door.

I want to hug him,
have some sort of goodbye, but his body language has gone from open to totally shut off. He steps aside as I reach the stairway and looks down at my car. He’s avoiding eye contact, and I can’t really blame him. This thing between us is impossible. I wish I could quit before it gets out of control.

I turn to face him when I reach the bottom of the stairs
, and he crosses his arms over his chest. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I have
something to take care of tomorrow.” His answer is what I expected to hear. I’m too scared to ask when I will see him again, so I dash to my car and avoid looking back at him as I pull onto the road that leads off his property.

Kylie

The minute I step into my apartment and shut the door, Mason slams my back into the wall. He glares angrily down at me while Stacia looks on with panicked eyes, one hand covering her mouth.

“You’re fucking up, Kylie.”

I shake my head. “No, I’m doing what you told me to do.”

“Is that why you’re freshl
y showered and glowing like you just had the time of your life? You better not be getting attached.”

“I’m not,” I lie, hoping that he doesn’t see through me. “It’s just a job.”

He nods, then backs off. Glad to have some breathing room, I walk over to Stacia and smile at her. This whole thing has her on edge, and usually she’s the carefree one.

Mason takes a seat and makes it obvious he’s not leaving
any time soon. “I need you to get in contact with Erik tomorrow.”

Fuck no!
“Mason…”

“I need you to come into the office and talk him into taking you to lunch.”

“Every time I go out with Erik, he gets more aggressive.” The man thinks he’s God’s gift to women and is always offering me that gift like I should be honored.

“I need to make sure he’s not cheating me on this deal. Just distract him and I’ll get everything I need from his office.”

“His office is right next to yours. Why can’t you wait till he goes home, then get what you need?”

“
He always locks it up before he leaves. He has a soft spot for you. Make sure he doesn’t lock the door when you leave.”

“I can’t.”

He rises up slowly and stares at me like I’m a stranger. “Why are you being so reluctant all of a sudden? If this is about Jude—”

“It’s not
.”

“Good.
I’ll expect you to come by the office this week.” He picks up his motorcycle helmet and stops in front of me. “Don’t think that because it’s Jude he can’t end up like Shane.”

When I don’t respond to his threat
, he reaches out and pats me twice on my face, then walks out of the apartment. A tear I didn’t know I was holding back glides down my face.

I’m suffocating in a room full of air. I don’t need to go to sleep for the nightmares to play in my mind. Jude is right
; dreams are illusions, and my dreams are nightmares where ghosts of the past always come back. I can never get over the guilt. The last time I pursued happiness, it cost me in ways I never thought were possible. It cost Shane more than anyone else.

For a woman who cons men on a regular basis, I was totally naïve when it came to dealing with men romantically and sexually. Shane made me believe I could have a different life.
That I deserved more than to be a pawn in Mason’s criminal existence. Shane was all I had that felt normal at a time when Mason was pulling me deeper into something I didn’t want. I opened up to him like I’d never opened up to anyone in years. He took my virginity and taught me the power of sexual desire. He let me be myself when I was tired of putting on an act. My year with Shane was the happiest in the past five years.

I brush Stacia off and shut myself in my
room. I stay up for hours, too afraid of what sleep would bring. When exhaustion finally sets in, everything comes to life in vivid color, and I’m back to the night I lost Shane.