by Eden Rose
One of his hands left its death grip from my hip and he trailed a finger over my bottom lip. "I need to kiss you. I can't get these delectable lips out of my mind."
After yesterday, when I left him in his car at the end of my street, I walked back to my house. It started snowing and it began to get colder outside. Normally, I’m not one that likes the cold, but I needed to cool down my skin. Wyatt’s got me so overheated that I can’t even fucking stand it. He’s got me so…
Turned out.
Shit! Husband.
Speak of thy devil, thy devil shall appear.
My door swung open and Wyatt shoved me by pushing on my hips and turned around cursing under his breath.
I cursed myself for being weak when I seen Jerry leaning through my doorway. "What is going on here?" The look on his face told me that he is feeling suspicious and I knew I needed to end this.
Well, whatever this is.
My lust fog dissipated and clarity seeped in. "Hello, honey," I whispered as he walked over to me and draped his arm around my shoulders. I find it extraordinarily impressive how the weight of my husband's arm felt unquestionably heavier than a man whom I have been slightly intimate with.
Jerry should have just lifted his leg and marked me with the way he is staring down Wyatt. "I was just letting Wyatt know that his contract has been finalized and that our business is close to being complete."
"Uh, intriguing."
Jerry wasn't fooling me. I knew he is trying to see if he could get any clues from the other man. "Yes, honey. I told him he could start looking for different legal representation." Even as I said the words, I knew this was something that I needed to do but the idea of never seeing him again, kills.
Wyatt shot his head back and looked from both of us with a cocky smile on his face. Oh, no. He is about to call my bluff. "Keeley, I don't want other representation. Well, I have practice so I will see you later." With balls of fucking steel, he walked over and kissed my cheek. "This isn't finished."
Foolishly, I retorted with: "But it is!"
He chuckled and walked out the door leaving me with my husband. Secrets were piling up between us and I felt like the world's worse wife. I know Jerry loves me in some way but I have never felt the amount of passion that I receive from Wyatt.
I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up. I feel so guilty and I hate it. Constantly, I wonder if my actions have drove Jerry to cheat on me and do whatever it is that he’s doing. But he did cheat on me. He cheated on me and now has a son. I wonder if he knows that he has a son. I doubt it.
Well, at least I would have hoped he would have told me that he has a son. In a perfect world, I would have expected that. However, in that perfect world, I wouldn’t be considering leaving Jerry for my client.
Chapter 29
Wyatt
My body is spent from the practice that I just put in. My muscles ache horribly and I can’t even come up with enough energy to get in the shower.
I’m wondering if my coach is starting to notice that something is going on with me. I know my practice was off without him yelling at me as much as he did. Whenever I would take a break to get some water, he made sure to tell me how much of a disappointment I was.
Keeley’s got me so twisted. She’s constantly on my mind and she’s engraved in my soul to the point where everything that I am is her.
I don’t know how else to say it.
Truthfully, I can’t concentrate on what needs to be done after my contract, but the thought of her not being my lawyer, it is enough to piss me off. I need the excuse to see her.
Telling me to get other representation. She’s fucking insane if she thinks that’s going to work for me. It’s not. She’s not getting away with this.
“Yo, Thorne!”
I turn my head to my teammate, Jim Wilson, standing in just a towel as climbs out of the shower. “Put some fucking clothes on! No one wants to see your baby balls!” I call out to him. It’s a running joke that since he’s Caucasian, he’s got a small dick. They always joke about it.
He does this hip thrust with his hips and then chuckles at his joke. “Oh yeah, my baby balls. Tell me why your girlfriend was calling me last night asking to put them in her mouth?”
He opens the door with my back still to the door and he pushes me through it. I don’t even get a chance to look around before he drops the bombshell on me.
My mind involuntarily flicks to Keeley’s beautiful face. “Yeah right. Whatcha want?” I question and pull out my towel to take a shower after he’s done. We are all close, but twenty sweaty men taking a shower at the same time? No fucking way.
“Thought you might be interested in going to the bar tonight. We have a game in two days so we can’t drink the night before. But a lot of us going to the Wayside. What do you say?”
I consider this. It would be fun to get to know them better. I knew my old teammates and it’s hard trying to get to know all of my new team. Especially because I’m the point guard.
“Yeah, sure. Let me jump in the shower and I will get ready to go.”
Over the past day, I have not talked to Ruth at all. As far as I knew, she was still living at my house with Luke but I wanted her to move out. Selfishly, I wanted her to leave Luke with me and her get the hell out, but who knows if that would happen.
Eventually, I’m going to have to go home and face her, but not today.
I quickly shower and then dress in my warm up uniform like everyone else. We all leave at the same time and jump in the party bus that the team has on site. It’s a big bus that holds all of us, but I can’t help but think about Keeley.
Fuck.
I push her out of my head and try to concentrate on what I’m doing.
“Yeah! Let’s get crunk tonight!” Dom shouts from the back of the bus. He’s on the defense side of the operation but he’s really good at what he does on the court. And obviously off the court. The man has all of the cheerleaders circling him.
It’s kind of funny.
Roman stands up in the back, all 6’8 of him, and shouts: “Shots on this fucker!” He points to Jim and he chuckles.
“Nah, man. Your contract is more than mine…”
Actually, it’s no secret that my contract is more than all of theirs. I was paid a lot more due to my sexy lawyer finding some loopholes that got me more money.
Tits, ass, tight pussy and brains...
We climb out of the bus after it’s parked in the back. “Hopefully we aren’t going to get the leeches tonight. You know, the fuckin’ hoes that think they are going to wife one of us up,” Mack says. He’s the type of guy who doesn’t say much so I’m surprised that he’s said this much.
I get out last and close the bus doors. We assigned one of the guys on the second string to be the DD so we didn’t have to worry about it. That is one thing that I have noticed, rich guys get fucked over when they get in trouble. The point guard before me, got kicked off the team because he got a DUI.
I look over at the team as they walk through the back entrance and I suddenly feel like I’m part of the team. I don’t feel like the outsider anymore.
Plus, this gives me the option of getting out of my head with Keeley. As of right now, I’m so consumed with her that it’s ridiculous. All I can think about is her and now that I have tasted her lips… There’s no going back.
Chapter 30
Keeley
That night, my deceitful body laid next to my unassuming husband after we had sex in the garage upon arriving home. Our sex life has changed dramatically since we opened our law firm. The psychologist that we see says a lot of the rushed-ness is because we are busy.
Why the garage? A lot of it had to do with a carnal need to mark Jerry's territory on me as fast as he could complete his task. There wasn't any foreplay nor cherished kisses as he raced towards the finish line.
At the time, I thought of Wyatt and reveled in my daydream about how he would worship my body over and over. I wondered how he wou
ld enter me... I bet he would do it slow and circle my clit with his thumb to stimulate me further. When I did climax, it was with Wyatt's face in my mind and his lips wrapped around my nipples with slow and steady thrusts.
I laid in between Jerry's thighs to help atone for my abhorrent thoughts of another man just now. We both slept naked so I am able to wrap my lips around his semi erect cock. He tastes of soap now and I followed the path of my lips with my hand. Jerry slipped his hand into my hair and tugged at the strands.
"Oh, yeah... Key! That feels so..." His dick got harder and I continued my pace. "Damn..."
My tongue traced the tip of his dick and I jacked him off with my hand in slow and steady strokes. I looked into his eyes and was hoping to see another set of eyes looking at me. In order to seek reparation of my thoughts, I went faster. Soon, he was tightening his balls and shot his release into the back of my throat.
"Damn, what did I do to deserve that?" He whispered and rolled over to fall back asleep.
My own need is pulsing between my thighs right now and I can feel it trickle down my thighs. I tried rubbing my legs together to ease some of the ache. Didn't work.
The truth is, he didn’t deserve any of that. I’m feeling guilty and it has me pissed off. I shouldn’t be feeling this way after everything that Jerry has done to me. He’s cheated on me and has a kid. But I’m so fucking screwed up, that I put my mouth on his dick the day after I put Wyatt’s in my mouth.
I’m a fucking adulterous woman.
I close my eyes and act like I’m about to go back to bed. Sleeping with Jerry isn’t what I want to do. I want to be with Wyatt but I need to follow the plan.
The plan is to make sure that Jerry doesn’t pick up on my plans.
I’m awoken by the sound on my phone buzzing next to me. I slap at it expecting it to be my alarm clock to tell me that it’s time to get up for work. However, when I open my eyes, I notice that it’s one in the morning.
I roll over to my side to open up my phone and am instantly bombarded by texts from Wyatt. They are all ranging from nice and sweet to horny.
WYATT: when you are finally mine, i’m going to worship you
WYATT: i cant even begin to tell you how much i want to be with you
WYATT: how much longer is your plan going to take
WYATT: i want you to sit on my lap with your tight pussy squeezing my dick
WYATT: and then i want to suck your npples.
WYATT: are you fucking yourself?
WYATT: i wish i would have sucked your pussy in my mouth
WYATT: i bet it’s nice and hot
WYATT: wet
WYATT: tight
WYATT: and beautiful just like you
ME: how drunk are you
My skin is flaming out with arousal. Literally, hot to the touch from all of the dirty things he has been saying to me. Holy shit. My thighs are squeezing tightly against each other in hopes of easing the ache of my pussy.
My clit is standing at full attention and it’s hard as a rock waiting for it’s release. I slip my finger into my shorts and flick it. It’s so hard and sensitive that it almost hurts to touch it. But then it hurts not to touch it.
WYATT: i’m really drunk. cupcake… i think i’m in love with you
ME: don’t say things you don’t mean
My body is electrocuted. There is no other way to describe the constant hum of it. He’s got me so excited and scared at the same time that it’s ridiculous. I gently coax my clit until I come and I’m breathing very heavy by the time I’m done.
I back out of the message app and then click Google. I type in his name to see if he’s out and about right now. Hey, I’m his lawyer, I have the right to know what he’s doing. Plus…
God damn it.
I’m married. I have no right to be jealous.
But I am.
Instantly, there are photos that come up with him surrounded by other girls. Pretty girls. They look like they are models and cheerleaders. I look like a frumpy housewife compared to them.
My phone chirps and I exit out of the depressing line of beautiful women on the man that has begun to consume my thoughts.
OLIVIA: What is going on with you? I need to talk to you ASAP
ME: What happened? It’s late
OLIVIA: I just have a feeling that you are keeping something from me. Meet me at the gym in the morning.
ME: How about we skip the gym and get fatty breakfast instead?
OLIVIA: This is why you are my best friend
SHANA: I’m in this too! Love you girl.
ME: I love you guys too
Chapter 31
Wyatt
The sudden movement next to me has me waking up with a start. But the pain in my head has me laying back down. Holy shit. My head feels as if a percussion is playing in it.
The movement happens again and I look at this red headed woman who is waking up next to me. I look around the room and it’s a room I don’t recognize. “Who are you?” I ask and slip out of bed even though my head is screaming at me to stop moving.
“Well, I can assure you that my name is not Keeley like you kept calling me last night. I’m Amber. We met at the bar last night.”
I squint to take a look at her. She’s cute enough. She’s skinny with long legs that are made for wrapping around a man’s body. Perky tits that are begging for attention. But there is not one thing about her that has my dick hardening.
“Did we have sex?” I ask and get dressed. I notice that I’m still in my briefs which is a little rewarding to know. I’m hoping that since I’m semi-dressed, that we didn’t have sex.
“No, you said that you would come home with me but when we got here you couldn’t get it up. You tried making out with me but then you fell asleep saying that I wasn’t Keeley.”
“Why did you let me stay then?” I’m curious about that. A woman’s mind is like a trap. You never know where you stand or what you are going to get from it. Or why the hell that she even let me stay.
She shrugs and her naked body comes into view more. Amber is a very beautiful woman but she’s not doing a thing for me. “I was hoping that when you woke up, you might want to.”
I have never been a womanizer. I have never claimed to be a man who had a bunch of women around me either. I can count on two hands how many women I have been with and I’m not interested in starting to go hog crazy now.
Don’t get me wrong, I love women. I love being with them, the way they smell and all of that. But Keeley is the only woman I want right now and it’s not surprising to me that I couldn’t get it up with Amber.
I reach over to her and place my hand on her chin. “Baby, you are too beautiful to put yourself through this. Don’t go chasing rich guys because you think you need to.”
Before she says anything to me, I slip out of her bedroom and walk outside with my shoes in my hand. I’m holding my Nikes in my hands but I don’t even care.
Why the hell do I feel so guilty for what I did? Keeley is fucking married and I feel like she’s my wife or something. Why did everything get so complicated?
I know why. Because I can’t stay away from said married woman. I’m drawn to her and it’s pissing me off. I have never acted like this much of a fool before.
By the time I reach the parking lot, I notice that my car isn’t there. I pull out my phone and see a dozen of text messages from the team mates asking where I went but I don’t want to answer. I type in the apartment complex name to Google trying to figure out where I am.
Fuck! It says I’m about a thirty minute drive back to the practice hall. I pull up the app to make a call and then squint my eyes. Man, who is the evil genius that made the sun so bright? Is it to blind drunk people? Or maybe it is to shine light on how big of a dumb ass you are.
I feel like hell.
My stomach starts to turn as I walk past the dumpsters. The foul odor of them has me gagging and then puking. I can’t stand the smell of the garbage. It reminds of when I was l
ittle and Ruth and I had to climb in them to feed ourselves.
My stomach is empty after I’m done heaving out my insides. I still feel like shit, but at least my stomach isn’t making me feel like we are on a boat or something.
Shit! My gut is churning and I know I need to eat something or I’m going to puke more. Nothing sounds good but I can smell some greasy diner food. Greasy food is always good when you have a hangover.
I shield my eyes to block out the sun and walk towards the smells. My phone chirps some more but I don’t want to know who’s calling me or anything. Nothing good can come from that. It’s probably Ruth asking me when I’m coming home or maybe it’s Keeley.
Yeah, speaking of Keeley. What the fuck was up with the fact that she had her mouth on my cock and then she’s going to say that I should find another lawyer? The deal is already done, for one. Two, like hell I’m going to let her get away from me.
I walk about two blocks and sweat out some of the alcohol that I drank and walk into the diner. A short haired woman steps out from behind the counter and looks me up and down. “Holy shit, you’re tall!” Her voice is boisterous and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Holy shit, you’re short!” I retort and she giggles. “Just me today.”
“Follow me.”
I follow her thick thighs and big ass to a table in the back. She lays out the menu for me to take a look at but I already know I need carbs to soak up this booze. “Pancakes, bacon and a water.”
“The short stack or the tall stack?” She asks me and taps her pen on her bottom lip.
I raise an eyebrow and decide to not say anything that will get her to blush. “Tall, like me,” I wink.
The waitress giggles and blushes.
I don’t have much time to check out her blush because I hear the voice of the woman who has been haunting me. What is Keeley doing on this side of town?
Chapter 32
Keeley
“Tell us everything!” Olivia and Shana demand as I plop down in my seat from across them.