Overtime

by Eden Rose

  However, I do have a plan that I will execute.

  The nurse then hands me the “call” button and strolls out of the room. Jerry walks in with his suitcase and he’s wearing his tie still from work. I don’t miss the way he checks out the slutty nurse nor do I miss him shaking his head. That head shake reminds me of someone trying to get an idea out of their head. Like shaking your head is going to get rid of an idea.

  “When we go home, Keeley, I want to talk to you about your practice.”

  I shake my head and then mute the television. I don’t really care about Real Housewives or whatever this is. But then I see the title. Real Housewives of Basketball or something like that.

  The stab of Wyatt not being here and seeing his profession, is enough to make me want to cry.

  “What are you talking about?” I ask him.

  He sits on the bed and places his hand on my knee. To anyone else, this would be comforting, but to me, I know the truth. This is his way of telling who’s boss and it’s not me. “Well, the thing is, I think you should concentrate more on other things. Like going off your birth control and getting pregnant.”

  I shake my head. “Jerry, you know that’s not a good idea.” I don’t bother telling him that there is no way that I would have a baby with him because I don’t trust him. Look at all of the shit he has done.

  “That’s just it. We need to work on that. I know you are worried about your mom.”

  It’s my turn to have an internal struggle. “What about my mother?” I had never told him about all of the things she has done. When we got together, I told him that she was dead and I didn’t talk to the rest of the family. I know that he is with me primarily for my family connections, though.

  He places his index finger over my lips and then pushes harder than normal. “I know all about the fact that she’s in a hospital for the criminally insane. How would she feel that her own daughter has told everyone that she’s dead?”

  “You have got to be kidding me! Jerry, you would honestly let that woman know where I am? Do you not have a heart? Or is your heart that small that you just don’t care? I honestly don’t believe you.” My heart is hammering in my chest and I feel my adrenaline pumping through my veins.

  The beeping of the heart monitor machine starts blaring and a nurse runs into the room immediately. “Mrs. Johnson. What’s the matter? Sir, you will have to leave if we can’t control her heart rate.”

  Jerry nods his head and then looks at me adoringly. Only I know that he doesn’t mean it. He’s trying to fool the nurse into thinking that he cares about me. “I’m sorry. We were just having a discussion about how to keep her blood pressure down and how work wouldn’t be a good idea.”

  The perfect doting husband. Yeah, right. There is nothing perfect about this line of bullshit.

  Three Months Later: Keeley

  The sound of the knocking door is what woke me up from my afternoon nap. I couldn’t help but cringe as I heard whoever was on the other side of the door knocking harder. Who is so insistent?

  Gingerly, I get off of the couch and walk towards my door. I don’t bother checking to see who it is since it’s probably the delivery man so when I open it…

  I’m wanting my new purse to come in the mail. I paid extra for it to come over night and I’m getting very impatient. I saw it online and I had to have it right now and it’s taking too damn long.

  I’m shocked to say that I’m wrong. It’s not the delivery man.

  A flash of white teeth and the scent of fresh linen and manly hotness hit my senses before I can react. He smells clean and delicious while waking up all of my dormant senses.

  Wyatt holds me at arm's length and looks at my body as he does. I can feel his eyes penetrating my skin and I feel naked. His fingers bite into my flesh as he does and he lightly shakes me.

  “Cupcake, what’s happened to you?”

  I shake my head to show him that I’m not interested in talking about that right now. Actually, talking is the last thing that I want to do. I want to soak up his attention and bathe in it. It has been such a long time since I have felt as desirable as I do right now with him and I’m not going to let it go to waste.

  “I don’t want to talk about that right now,” I say through terse lips because my teeth are chattering from nerves. This is the first time that we have been face to face in over three months and I have no idea what to do with myself.

  Let me rephrase that. I know what I want to do but I don’t know what I can do.

  “It’s been so long since I have had you in my arms and I’m not going to let these minutes tick on by. We have shit to talk about but right now, I don’t care,” he says with flourish.

  My lips open to say something equally profound, but I’m suddenly shut up with his persistent lips on mine. I welcome them eagerly and slide my tongue out to lick the crack of his lips. As I do so, his own tongue slides out and we massage each other gently. His hands are gliding up and down my back and I can’t help but tingle from it.

  “My god, baby, I have missed you so much,” he murmurs against my lips and I’m dragging him with me inside my house.

  “Let’s go to my office,” I say to him against his mouth and lead the way through the corridor to my office. Once we are inside, I lose all of my cool. I take my hands from his waist and rip his tee in half and the fabric hangs from his shoulders. I then place my questing fingers on his belt buckle and undo the buckle to free him.

  For the past few months, every time that Jerry and I had sex, I have thought about the time that Wyatt and I made love. Needless to say, I’m eager to make love to Wyatt. I slide his pants down his hips and past his thighs as I drop to my knees.

  Wyatt places his hands in my hair and sifts through the strands to gain control. “I can’t tell you how many times I have wanted your mouth on my cock. How many times I have wanted you, Keeley. It’s unbelievable. These months have been horrible and I have missed you so much, cupcake.”

  That special feeling that I have when I’m with Wyatt, floods through my body and I want to keep it. There is no way that I can give up this feeling that I am feeling at this moment. It’s true though, I have missed being with him. I can’t tell you how many times I have fingered myself while thinking of him. How many times that I have been with Jerry and all I could think about was Wyatt. He’s one of a kind and…

  Fuck.

  When I free him, his hard dick juts out of his briefs and points towards me. The rumors are true and he’s fucking huge. His dick makes Jerry’s look like a tootsie roll. My pussy squeezes involuntarily at the thought of being filled by Wyatt. I can’t help but moan slightly when he pinches my nipple.

  I look up at him through hooded eyes and he shakes his head at me. I wink and he says: “It’s all for you. No one has touched me since you. No one will ever touch me. This is for you and only you. I don’t want you thinking about anything else when I sink into your body again and claim you as mine. I know you want it.”

  The skin that is surrounding him is completely bare and free of hair and I love it. I hate hair that covers a man because then it gets in my mouth. All though, I can’t help but wonder if the hair down here would be as coarse as the hair on the top of his head.

  I let the saliva pool on the tip of my tongue before I lave him with it. My tongue peeks out and wraps around his head and I suck him into my mouth. He shivers and his fingers tighten in my hair as encouragement. I can’t help but bring out all of the nasty stuff that I have watched in porn.

  Plus, I remember the last time that I was on my knees for this man and it was amazing. He’s such a dirty talker. Fuck. I missed him.

  My hand comes off of his thighs and I massage his balls with it. The skin is taut and soft as I do it. His groaning gets louder as I continue with my administrations. I feel emboldened as I bring him to his orgasm and I take my other hand and wrap it around his shaft.

  Since there is absolutely no way that I can fit his whole length into my mouth, I take a
s much as I can into the back of my throat. I worried that his hard dick would go to waste but he didn’t seem to have any problems with it.

  “That’s right, cupcake. Take me in your throat. Let me feel that sexy little mouth work me.”

  Doing just what he asked, I prep my throat to take him as deep as I can and he shakes a little. I pop my lips at the crown and then lick around his head while I try and massage my throat muscles to do what he asked.

  “I’m going to come, baby. Are you going to take it in your mouth or do you want it in your snug body?”

  “Mouth, put it in my mouth for me.” I begin to pump him with my lips and my hand in a shuttle motion to get him closer to the edge that he needs to be on in order to come.

  Wyatt shouts out a little and then twitches from his orgasm as it floods my throat. I drink him down greedily and then I wink up at him. “Totally worth all of that time… All of that time, I have waited for you and I’ll wait more. Don’t make me have to, though.”

  “Keeley? Are you home?”

  “Mother fucking shit!” Wyatt hollers and pushes me off of him and pulls his pants up. Which only denied him of sleeping with me again.

  My office is on the first floor so he’s able to sneak out the window and before I can tell him that I want him to stay or tell him what my life has been like with out him, he has jumped out the window.

  And now I’m sitting here feeling like a fucking whore.

  Wyatt

  As I race to my car that is down the street I realize what I had just done. I had gone over to Keeley’s to tell her everything. To tell her that I want to be with her and that she means something to me but all I did was shove my dick down her throat. I turned her into a whore instead of what I wanted her to be.

  I want her to be with me.

  Feeling her in my arms and feeling her mouth on my dick only proved it. Of course her blow job skills are Grade A, but she’s great all around.

  By the time I reach my car, the reality of what I had done begins to fall more and more on my shoulders. God damn, I’m an asshole. I slip into my car and bang my hands on the steering wheel a few times in order to get my frustrations under control. Between my heart racing and my blue balls, it’s going to be a long day.

  I fight the urge to drive over to her house and show her all of the documentations that I have collected on that husband of hers. I’m sure she would like to read about all of the shady things that he has done while they have been together. But, I don’t want to see that hurt in her eyes.

  About twenty minutes later, I’m pulling into my driveway when my phone chirps. That stupid flutter of hope floods through me as I hope it’s Keeley. I’m hoping that she’s texting me to tell me to come back and get her. That she’s ready to be together.

  Anything.

  KEELEY: that was not cool. you can’t come here anymore

  KEELEY: do you have any idea what would have happened if- jesus!

  My heart stutters a little bit and I can’t help but feel as if she just punched me in the face. How dare she just blame this all on me? I wasn’t the only one in that office and she was eager. She was more than eager. That’s ridiculous. Fucking ridiculous.

  ME: fine. no problem

  KEELEY: it’s just… god! everything is so messed up.

  ME: it doesn’t have to be

  I slide out of my car and walk up towards my front door where I hear Luke screaming. Quietly, I say a prayer to whomever is in the sky to make me have enough patience to handle whatever is going on in my house. I don’t need to lose it on my nephew.

  My heart is beating so fast and I can’t help but think about how she’s at home with him. With her husband and not me. What the fuck is wrong with me?

  KEELEY: yeah. one big happy family. you me and my husband

  ME: you are making excuses

  I open my door and drop to my knees when I see Luke running over to me. I’m so excited to see him and I realize exactly what I need. Being with him and playing on his level is the best thing I can do right now.

  Why does she have to do this to me? I swear, this woman could make or break me and all she’s doing is siding with Jerry. I need to talk to her and find out what’s going on with her. Why she’s not practicing law and why she’s lost so much weight.

  What is with that?

  “Unca Wywy, my daddy was here!” Luke screams at me and my heart begins to beat faster.

  I stoop down to his level and grab him up by his waist. “What are you talking about, little buddy?”

  “My daddy was here. He play with me!”

  Knowing that a two year old is not going to answer my questions, I stroll through my house to see Ruth. When I catch up to her, she’s sitting in the kitchen with a stack of money in front of her with tears rolling down her face.

  “Go play,” I tell Luke and then set him down on his little legs. I take a seat across from my sister and check out the money in front of her. There has to be over twenty thousand dollars sitting in that stack. “Where did that come from?”

  If she’s stealing from me, I’m going to fucking kill her. There is no reason why she should be stealing from me. I give her everything that she needs and she doesn’t need anything else.

  “Jerry came here and threw cash at me. He told me that I was never to contact him. He gave me this money to keep me quiet.”

  I pat her hand and then squeeze. “Did you call him or something?” There had to be a reason why he was at my house talking to my sister. Doesn’t he realize that he’s caused enough problems?

  Ruth shakes her head and then looks down at the money. “He said that our family is trash and he asked how much I wanted to keep quiet. I guess, he’s worried that his wife… she will find out.”

  I can’t help but smirk. He’s threatened by me and he’s trying to get to me through my sister. That’s fucking funny. “Right. Well, it’s too late for that. Did he sign any paperwork giving up rights or anything?”

  The last thing that we need is for him to jump in with some lawyer to gain full custody of Luke and then I will never see him. My nephew is very important to me and I couldn’t live with myself if he was taken from me.

  “Jerry also said to tell you to stay away from Keeley.”

  “Not going to happen,” I blurt out and slam my hand on the table. “I’m not leaving her alone and he can suck my dick. Keeley is mine and he can piss up a rope.”

  Keeley

  The tears that are falling from my eyes won’t stop. No matter how many times I have told myself to nut up and stop crying, it doesn’t help. They keep falling unchecked and I can’t stop them. I don’t know if I’m losing it finally or if I realized something.

  Wyatt… Wyatt and I have something deep and I need to stay away from him. I can’t keep doing this to myself. It’s only ruining me and I can’t… Shit, I can’t fall back into this role. The role of being the wishy-washy female who can’t make up her mind.

  “Key, are you home?” I hear through the door and I straighten my back and push out my chest in order to get over this.

  “Yeah, I’m in my office.” Normally, he wouldn’t come in here, but I have a feeling that he is going to do that today. Just to make sure that I’m not doing anything I shouldn’t be doing.

  He opens the door and takes a look at my tear stained face and strolls over to me as if he has all the time in the world to be toy with me. “What happened?”

  I take a deep breath and swallow the rest of my tears. I don’t need to be crying over something like this. I did this to myself and no one else made me fall in love with a man that is not my husband.

  “Jer, I’m bored. I have to get back to work.”

  Jerry scratches his narrow chin and then squints his eyes. “I guess it is time for you to get back to work. I checked your ovulation chart, and you should be ovulating this week.”

  Isn’t he romantic?

  “Yeah, maybe I am. I know you are keeping meticulous records regarding that. We will have to figur
e it out.”

  “Well, you can go back to work, but I want you to take care of yourself. I know that you are stressing out at home over nothing. I don’t get why, though. It’s pretty easy being home.”

  I roll my eyes and then swallow the lump in my throat. It’s moments like this that I miss Wyatt even more. I know that he would support me.

  Since being home, I have gone through all of my financial records including his. I have combed through the taxes and found out that he hasn’t been paying his side of the taxes but he has been paying mine.

  If/when I leave him, it’s going to get messy and I need to make sure that I will get out of this unscathed. There is no telling how nasty two attorneys can be together when divorce is on the table.

  Jerry has to sense that I’m not happy. He has to see that my shopping has gotten out of control and that I’m now on a first name basis with the FedEx man and UPS woman. Hell, they even bring me candy sometimes.

  “Yeah, sure. I’m going to go take a shower.” The urge to put distance between us is overpowering and I need to get my emotions checked.

  Since Wyatt left me, of course I’m horny, but I’m also feeling very used. Did he just use me for a blow job? There is no way that he could be that cruel and that… much of a guy.

  I get out of my seat before he could say anything and walk towards the bathroom. Once inside, I close the door and take a look at my reflection. I feel like a dimmer version of myself and I hate it.

  My eyes have dark circles around them and my skin is sallow. My hair is dingy and stringy around my face because I haven’t been do it as much. I make a mental note to call the spa to get in there and get some work taken care of. I need a hair cut and color bad.

  Something fresh.

  Wyatt

  It has been two weeks since I had her in my hands and I can’t live with it anymore. Is it wrong that I’m willing to go over to her house and take her myself? Probably is.

  Breaking down, I decide to do what I have been trying not to do. I text her like a little bitch. I need to see Keeley and if this is the only way I can do that, then so be it.