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by Eden Rose


  Why am I feeling so nervous about spending a week with Wyatt? He had gotten special permission to get an extra few days worth of vacation and I can’t wait to spend time with him. However, in the end- I know after spending so much time with him, I’m not going to want to leave him.

  We land in Florida, and I eagerly jump off the plane. In all of my excitement, I never settled plans with Wyatt as to whether or not he’s going to be picking me up or if I’m getting a taxi. Quickly, I power my phone on because I’m anxious to find out how I’m going to get to him.

  There’s a text waiting for me that makes me swoon before I even finish reading it.

  WYATT: baby, by the time you are reading this, you will be seconds away from me

  WYATT: which is seconds too long

  WYATT: turn around and close your eyes

  WYATT: just do it

  WYATT: please

  WYATT: i love you

  After reading that last text, I do as he asks. I turn around and close my eyes in the middle of the busy airport and wait for something to happen. What, I don’t know but I’m waiting.

  I feel a set of long fingers take their rightful place on my hips and I smile a little. His front is flushed against my back and I wiggle a little so my ass rubs against his dick. “I’m so happy you’re here,” I whisper through my nerves.

  “Cupcake, keep your eyes closed.”

  His fingers leave my hips and I instantly miss his touch. I whimper slightly and he hushes me by kissing my shoulder. “Move your hair to your other shoulder for me please.”

  I follow directions without even a little bit of hesitation. The movement of his hands and arms as they move around my neck has me startled but not as much as when something cold touches me. The cold metal that is touching my neck has me almost jumping out of my skin.

  Wyatt chuckles a little and then slaps me lightly on my ass cheek. “You can open your eyes now.”

  With a fastness that I didn’t even realize I had, I open my eyes and place my hand on what’s cold around my neck. I feel that it is a necklace and from the goofy look on Wyatt’s face, I know it’s something special.

  The pendant is a decent size and is shaped like a ball. Maybe a basketball. My eyes are watching Wyatt as he takes in my reaction to the gift that he has given me and I smile at him. I rub my thumb over and over the pendant and I can feel the diamonds that are raised on it.

  “Why are you smiling at me? Baby, you haven’t even looked at it yet.”

  Without even thinking, I speak my mind. “I don’t have to look at it to know that it’s absolutely perfect. Thank you.”

  Wyatt places his hands on my cheeks and brings me in for a big Hollywood kiss. One of those overly dramatic ones that makes everyone super jealous around them. I coax open both of our lips and slip my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues are dueling each other and my hands are reaching into his shirt to feel his skin.

  I have missed the way his skin feels on my hands and I can’t wait to feel him.

  “Shit,” I murmur as he breaks our kiss. My eyes are still tightly closed and before I could even say anything, I know why he has stopped.

  Wyatt

  “Ahem!”

  I almost didn’t hear the clearing of the throat from behind me until someone tapped on my shoulder. Slowly, I withdrawal my fingers from Keeley’s face and then place my hands on her hips.

  It’s really silly, but the thought of someone interrupting up while we were having a private moment, irks the shit out of me.

  “Yes?” I ask with loud breathing. Keeley has me so turned on right now that I’m surprised I’m even able to speak right now. I have no idea why I’m being so calm. I was about five seconds away from shoving her into a bathroom and fucking her unconscious.

  The TSA agent is an African American man with a scowl on his face. “This is an a airport, not Motel 6. Please gather up your belongings and leave.”

  Taking that as my cue to leave, I turn back to Keeley who has a stupid grin on her face and flushed cheeks. “Are you turned on?” I ask her even though I know the answer to that question. She’s turned on as much as I am if not more.

  “Give me your hand,” she asks me and holds her hand out. I place mine in hers and then she places it up her skirt a little so I can feel the wetness from her arousal. I’m expecting to have my fingers touch fabric, but all I touch is her silky skin. “Does that answer your question?”

  Like it was burning me, I yank my hand away and then bring my fingers to my mouth. Once they are there, I lick her juices and her stare while I do it. “I would say you are.”

  I scan the airport until I see where I’m looking for. “You have to be quiet,” I tell her and drag her through the maze of people until I get to where I’m going.

  “Excuse us,” Keeley calls as we plow through the people in lines to board planes or to gather their luggage. We are both possessed with the urge to get our fill of one another and I know that I’m pretty close to begging right now.

  I swing open the family bathroom and then immediately turn to lock the door. My girl must sense my desperation, because she’s already kicked her shoes off and began to undress.

  Watching her eyes as they greedily look up and down my body as I undress as well, makes me remember to watch her too. I look down to see the tops of her tits about to spill over the tops of her lacey bra.

  “Holy shit. Baby, you take my breath away every damn time. Shit,” I stutter out.

  I push my pants down and then free my aching dick which is harder than concrete. Knowing that we don’t have time for me to cherish her, I grab her waist and pull her towards me. Her hand wraps around my dick and squeezes.

  Without much effort, I have her picked up and her legs are wrapped around my waist. My dick takes this opportunity to slide into her wet, hot and tight pussy quickly.

  Keeley’s head falls back exposing her neck to me. My lips latch onto her collarbone and I suck her skin into my mouth. “Oh, yeah!” She chants as I slide in and out of her.

  I walk us over to the wall where I can hold onto her better. Once we are there, I reach to the back of me to ensure that she’s tightened against me enough, and once I’m sure, I give it to her hard. “You knew this was going to be hard enough. Brace yourself, cupcake. I have spent too long waiting for you.”

  She hums her satisfaction and then hums louder when I place my hands under her ass to hold her against me. I give it to her hard with bruising hip thrusts and each moan she gives me, I match her with another thrust.

  “I’m going to come! I’m going to come! Please!” She begs me and I give her what she wants. Her orgasm is huge and long as it keeps her face all tightened up along with her body tense.

  My orgasm shoots through me and I fill her full of my come and her head rolls to the side with a smile.

  The knocking on the door is loud and intense but we ignore it. “Hi,” I whisper to her.

  Her smile is huge and I can see all of her perfect teeth as she smile back at me. “Hi, I missed you.”

  I kiss her cheek and then slide of her. As I do, I notice that she winces. “What’s wrong?” Shit, was I too rough with her? I didn’t think that I was! Now I feel like shit.

  “Nothing is wrong. Everything is right. Are you ready to show me Miami?”

  Keeley

  Well, Wyatt has showed me Miami all right. We have had sex in every inch of the hotel room. The car. The stadium for their game. The dressing rooms in the store that he took me to.

  Everywhere.

  I’m surprised that I can walk, personally.

  The necklace that he had gotten for me is absolutely beautiful. It’s a basketball shaped pendant with all different color diamonds in it. It’s truly gorgeous.

  “I’m going to get too used to sleeping with you and waking up with you like this,” Wyatt whispers in my ear as he cuddles up behind me.

  We are lying in bed after watching his team dominate the last championship game. They are champions! I’m so happy f
or him.

  Every one of his teammates are going out to the bars around to celebrate, but we are in bed.

  I do think that this is my favorite place to be with him. Wrapped up in his arms and listening to him breathing.

  My fingers of my right hand, grab the necklace that he had given me and I roll it around. I know that I’m resenting the fact that I go back to Michigan in two days. I don’t want to leave him and I think that he doesn’t want me to leave either. If we could, I’m sure the both of us would want to stay here together.

  “I know the feeling,” I say back to him and grind my naked ass against his naked dick.

  He snuggles me closer to him and I can feel the heat from his body. He’s my little furnace. “You don’t have to go back to him, you know that right?”

  And just like that, I can feel myself coming off of my high. I hate being reminded that I’m married and that I eventually have to figure out what the hell to do with everything.

  I shrug him off and lift my leg a little so his hardening dick is resting on his thigh. “Slip it in.”

  He chuckles and does exactly what I ask of him. “You want my dick, baby?”

  “Of course.”

  When do I not want his dick?

  He slides his dick in me so slowly that my breathing is slowed all the way down and then he shoves himself in. My breath is caught in my throat and he’s sucking on the back of my neck.

  “My cupcake needs to be filled.”

  “I do,” I whisper to him on a groan. Wyatt hitches my leg higher up his thigh and slips his hand in between the lips of my pussy to finger my clit. “Oh!”

  Words are for another day.

  “You like it?” he taunts me.

  I nod my head vigorously and then yell out as my oragasm builds and builds. My lower stomach muscles tighten and my back bows with his continued thrusts. My clit gets harder and harder from being manipulated and I scream out.

  The coils from my oragasm are tight and when they finally stretch too far, I feel like I’m about to shatter. “I love you,” I scream at him.

  Wyatt hisses out his orgasm as I feel him lose his restraint. “I love you, too. So much, baby. So much.”

  Wyatt

  The feeling of contentment is what I wake up to. Keeley’s lying across my chest with her thick hair spread out down her back. Her warm breath releases against my skin and causes me happiness.

  Everything about her is just perfect.

  “I love you,” I whisper to her and then slip out of bed.

  She groans a little and then buries her head in the pillow that I have been sleeping in. It’s cute as shit to see her like this.

  My phone is flashing from the bedside table and I walk over to see the barrage of messages from my teammates. All of them are pretty much the same. Telling me that I’m lame for wanting to spend the time with Keeley rather than them.

  Truthfully, Keeley is way better looking and more fun than they are. Plus, why would I want to go and pick up chicks when I have the best one at home?

  I scroll through all of my messages and wince when I come across the one from Jenna, my agent.

  JENNA: we need to talk when you get home

  WYATT: what about?

  JENNA: how about how your girlfriend is married and your lawyer

  WYATT: what about it?

  JENNA: do you honestly think that this is the best decision you could have come up with?

  WYATT: it doesn’t concern you

  JENNA: everything you do, concerns me. you take a shit in public and don’t flush, that concerns me

  JENNA: don’t ignore this

  JENNA: you are going to hurt your image

  JENNA: will your girlfriend like you when you are nothing?

  WYATT: stop

  WYATT: seriously

  WYATT: you don’t know what you are talking about

  I look over at sleeping beauty who is still oblivious to the world and decide to do something sweet for her. She needs to know that I’m not playing any games with her and that this is real. Nothing is fake.

  By placing my hands on my lower back, I bend backwards to loosen up a little bit. Last night’s sex was amazing but put a lot of pressure on my back. My girl is a wild cat.

  I’m going to have to change her nickname or something.

  Fuck that. My baby is a cupcake.

  Scanning the room, I quickly find my discarded basketball shorts and tee from yesterday. When we were walking in from the game, we were both shoving each other’s clothes off of the other’s bodies.

  It was great.

  I’m going to get her some breakfast. She probably needs the energy.

  Keeley

  Coming home to the house that I have shared with Jerry for the past few years feels surreal. Being with Wyatt is something completely different than being with Jerry. I love Wyatt and I know that he loves me as well.

  So, why do I feel guilty for coming back to my home I share with my husband? I feel as if I’m cheating on Wyatt by coming home. It’s silly and unnerving, but I do.

  By the time I pull into my driveway, I have butterflies that are flying all over my stomach at the possibility of seeing Jerry. We haven’t spoke since I left for Florida, but I know he’s got something to say. How could he be so hateful towards me? I have done nothing but love and support him. It’s crazy to me that he’s being so unreasonable.

  Yes, I admit that cheating on him wasn’t right. I admit that I could have tried to work on marriage more, but at what point do you just stop and accept it? My marriage with Jerry is over and there is nothing that I can do about it.

  I park my car and decide to leave everything in the back of the car so I can get settled inside. I do grab my Prada bag though, and slide out. Since I didn’t park in the garage, I walk up to the front of the house and am about to try to the handle when I hear a voice behind me.

  “Keeley Johnson?”

  Spinning on my heels, my heart is beating faster and faster. I look to see a balding man with a bursting beer belly talking to me with papers in his hands. His hair has that Donald Trump comb over with too much gel in it.

  “Yes?” I question cautiously.

  The man hands me a packet of papers and then places his hands in his pockets. “You’ve been served. The details regarding everything is in that packet.”

  Before I can question anything, he has spun on his heels and is walking to a beat up Toyota that has seen better days. Michigan’s roads suck so much that there is actually ice cream named after the pot holes and I doubt his car could last on them.

  My stomach begins to flow with anger and my eyes are unseeing as I stare at my name written sloppily across the packet of papers.

  The lawyer in me wants to point out to the man that he had spelled my name wrong and I’m not accepting it. However, that is pretty childish.

  I open the door that is unlocked and yell through it: “Jerry!” I yell a few more times but no one answers me.

  Deciding to go into my office where I can look over everything, I take myself in there. After opening and closing the door, I lock it for good measure. I’m sat in my seat before I even realize what I have done, and tear open the packet and am faced with the impending doom.

  The first sheet is the divorce decree and I don’t even want to read it. Honestly, what could he say to me? I scan the sheet and realize that it’s pretty standard. Since we both signed a prenuptial agreement before we got married, I don’t have to worry about him trying to take more of my money. Well, he’s taken some of it, but there is still a lot that is hidden.

  A smashing coming outside of my office door has my back straightening and I can feel the little hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up. “Hello?” I call through the door.

  There’s another crash and fall of something heavy against the flooring of the house and I jump out of my chair and run through my office. I don’t even have time to open the door. There’s a man in a mask with a gun pointing right at my face.

/>   “Where does he have that shit hidden?” The man shouts at my face and cocks his gun.

  Looking down the barrel of a gun is something that I never wanted to experience. Before my father had left my mother’s crazy ass, he took me to the gun range and showed me how to shoot. One thing he did make sure to teach me is how to tell if a gun is loaded. This one is definitely loaded.

  I throw my hands in the air in a desperate attempt to prove that I’m unarmed and don’t have anyway to protect myself. I mean, look at me. Where would I hide a gun on my body?

  Focus.

  “Who has what hidden?” I ask the man.

  The man must not like my question because he shoves his hand into my chest and pushes me to the side. The impact of him pushing me has me slipping and falling against the wall. My back hits the door and tears spring to my eyes.

  Before I could blink, there’s another man and he has on a similar style mask. Both of them have identical body shapes and heights. I categorize both of them in order to keep my sanity.

  “I assure you, there is nothing hidden in my office,” I say in a hushed tone. I’m trying to distract them from destroying my house but I’m also trying to figure out what they are doing here.

  “You stupid fucking whore!” The new man shouts at me and punches me across the face.

  The pain from the hit is enough to kick my shocked body into action. I spring my body off of the door and latch onto him. “Tell me what you want and I will get it for you.”

  “This stupid bitch!” The man growls that is ransacking my office. “We should just kill her now. There’s no reason why the world needs another whore. It’s clear that she’s not going to be of any fucking help for us.”

  Before I can get my fingers latched into the man’s body that I’m attached to, he has shaken me off, and I fall to the floor. My head whacks against the floor boards and I feel things get cloudy. My vision blurs and my thoughts begin to whirl and think of things that I shouldn’t be thinking of right now.

 

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