Between the Sheets

by Bella Emy

  But it’s not.

  I frown at the thought, but Danny quickly speaks once more. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. But yo, man. For real. Tell her how you feel. If you really feel that way, you should let her know.”

  Yeah right. What the fuck is Danny smoking? Maybe I need some of it to see if I’m really feeling the way I do over Ellie.

  “Nah, man. I can’t do that.”

  “Why not?”

  Because she’s totally forbidden territory.

  “She’s Lauren’s best friend,” I say, hoping he realizes once and for all how off limits that makes Ellie for me.

  “Please, dude. She’d probably be thrilled you two finally hooked up. I’m sure she already knows you guys like one another, anyway. Women always know that type of shit.”

  No way. Lauren doesn’t know about Ellie and I. Lauren is totally clueless when it comes to how we feel about one another. I mean, I’m definitely feeling more than just a crush. But is it love?

  I know for a fact Ellie is just sleeping with me because she finds me attractive. I mean, hello? I’m King D, a freaking god that all women adore. I’m the fucking shit. Plus, she loves the way I make her feel. Fuck, I need to get home and see about kidnapping her into the bathroom without Lauren noticing. My dick’s throbbing just thinking about her sweet lips all over it. God, is it possible to bust a nut just by thinking certain thoughts?

  “Dude, Lauren would kill me. She knows my reputation. Then she’d kill Ellie for being dumb enough to screw me.”

  Danny laughs. When he catches his breath, he says, “But you haven’t been screwing around since you hooked up with her. Or have you?” One of his eyebrows raises up.

  “No, I haven’t. Ellie’s been the one and only girl I’ve been with since we made the deal to sleep together. Ellie knows that, too. I promised her I wouldn’t while we were sleeping together, but Lauren has no idea, and she can’t ever know.”

  He shakes his head back and forth in disapproval. After a few moments, he asks, “So you’re just gonna keep boning her behind your sister’s back?”

  Yup. I sure am, buddy. “Yup, sounds good to me.”

  “But I thought you wanted more?”

  Yeah. I want more. I want Ellie and not just sexually. I want all of her, completely and madly. Every single inch of her mind, body, and soul. I want to hear her talk about her day. I want to rub her feet after a long day in the office. I want to cook for her, bathe her, and then fuck her ’til she can’t take any more and is begging me to stop. I want it all with her.

  “Yeah, but it’s not feasible or obtainable,” I pitifully respond.

  “I don’t know, D. I still feel like you should just tell Ellie how you feel, and explain the situation to your sister. I’m telling you, I think she’d love to hear about her best friend and brother hooking up. Look at it this way, if you guys get together as a couple and start dating, you could get married and then Lauren would be her sister-in-law… she’d love that.”

  Now he’s talking about marrying Ellie someday. Damn… is that crazy? I could definitely picture spending the rest of my life with her by my side. To wake up next to her every morning and fall asleep with her wrapped tightly in my arms. God, that’s heavenly. But am I husband material? Fuck, I doubt it. All I know is that I want to see her so badly right now.

  Danny slaps a hand on my shoulder and starts making his way toward his car. I unlock my door and slide in behind the wheel. I think for a moment about what he’s just said, but he has no idea the type of pressure I’m under. To keep this a secret… these two women cannot know about this. Any of it. Lauren can’t know about Ellie and I fucking, and Ellie can’t know I’m falling in love with her.

  Fuck, falling? I’m already there. Aren’t I? I think I am, but is that even possible? I don’t fall in love anymore. I usually crash land, screw a chick, and peace out.

  Yeah, Lauren probably would be thrilled to be Ellie’s sister-in-law. They always joked about how they were really meant to be sisters and all, but would that all change were Lauren to find out about Ellie and me?

  My main man here, Danny, has no clue what he’s talking about. I can’t tell my sister about the agreement Ellie and I have, and I certainly can’t tell Ellie that I think I’m in love with her. No, that I know I am.

  Fuck, what am I saying?

  Derek Mykels doesn’t fall in love.

  Derek Mykels doesn’t give his heart over to any woman whatsoever.

  But Ellie?

  Damn, Ellie’s got me all types of fucked up. How on Earth can I go home and face her now that I think I’m falling for her?

  Damn, Ells. What are you doing to me?

  21

  Ellie

  “You have yet to disappoint me, Mr. Mykels,” I say with a giggle as I place a tender kiss on Derek’s nose. We have just finished fucking, but I’m yet to pull him out of me. I want to continue feeling him buried inside of me, even if his delectable cock, all ten inches of it, has already gone down. I know exactly what to do to get him back up if I want, but he probably needs a break. I think all the fucking we’re doing lately is wearing him out. But then again, he never seems to get enough.

  Lauren’s spending the night away at Kev’s again, and Derek and I jumped at the opportunity to be able to sleep in the same bed yet again. I love our nights together so fucking much. They’re always so blissful.

  “Damn, baby. What am I going to do when I don’t get to see you for three days straight,” he says more than asks. He wraps his arms around me, and I take advantage of the moment and slam my lips back down onto his once more. Before this discussion comes back up, I need me some more of D. He is so delicious.

  I need to go back to visit my mom. She’s not doing well with my grandmother’s recent passing, and I just want to check on her and make sure she’s okay. I’ll be leaving in the morning, but I’ve yet to pack a bag. He’s so right, though. Not seeing him is going to be torture, even if it is only for three days.

  I pull my lips away with a smirk, and he tries to hold me captive on top of him. I break out in laughter as his hands caress my sides; he knows how ticklish I am.

  “D! Stop it,” I laugh. I’m jerking uncontrollably, causing his cock to slide out of me. Boo. His cock is meant to stay inside of me always.

  My body falls on the bed to his right, and I turn to face him so that my chest is flush with his. God, this man has the most amazing pecs I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on.

  He smirks, moving back a bit so that he can run his fingers over my breasts. He rubs my nipples, causing them to instantly harden under his touch. Fuck! He’s so damn good.

  “Nah-uh. You’re going to stay right here with me,” he says, now pinching my nipple and taking it into his mouth.

  “Damn, King D. Keep doing that, and I ain’t going anywhere.”

  He pulls back, chuckling, and I push myself up to smash my lips into his once more. His hands move down my body before wrapping back around me.

  I look into his eyes and his expression is now definitely serious. Damn, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Derek this thoughtful, but it’s like he’s a million miles away right now.

  I reach up and brush a dark strand of his hair out of his eyes. “Hey, love. I do have to go, but I’ll be back in a couple of days. My mom just needs me right now.”

  “I know, sweetheart. I’m just gonna miss you, that’s all,” he admits. “How am I going to get through three days without tasting you?”

  For a moment, I thought he was going to stop right after he had mentioned that he was going to miss me, but his following comment confirmed that he’s just a horny bastard. And that’s fine. I’m not expecting anything more from D. Although, I wouldn’t mind it.

  Wait, what the fuck am I talking about? Nothing more can certainly come out of our arrangement. I’d surely get hurt once again once D decides we’re done sleeping together. And I realize that at any given moment, he could easily be on to the next chick and tell me we’ve got
to stop.

  That’s going to royally suck. I don’t want to stop fucking him. I don’t want another chick taking my place. I don’t want him touching or even thinking about another chick. Yuck, fucking dirty Natasha Hussey. I can’t imagine him touching her again after me, like last time. Or anyone else.

  I realize what I really want is for Derek to be mine. But he’s not, and he’ll never be. That’s not the type of guy he is. He’s not about relationships. And I knew that from the get-go.

  Fuck, maybe this whole agreement thing was just a bad idea. Maybe I should have never slept with Derek in the first place. I don’t regret any of the sex, of course. Each time has been more amazing than the last, but am I just setting myself up to eventually be left with a broken heart?

  I grab him to bring him even closer to me. His head finds his way to my chest and he lies it on me. I push my hand up to his head and massage it gently. “I’m going to miss tasting you, too, D.”

  We lie in bed a while longer and eventually, my eyes close and we pass out together.

  “Mom? You in here?” I say as I enter her home. It’s pretty convenient to still have keys to this place. I tried giving them back to her once, but Mom wouldn’t hear of it, saying this will always be my home. I guess she’s right. I grew up here with her, long before Daddy passed when I was just six years old.

  It’s now after eight in the evening. It always takes so fucking long to get here. But whatever, it is what it is.

  It had been more difficult than I anticipated to say goodbye to Derek, but oh, had it been a bittersweet goodbye. The way he took over and owned my body one last time before I left was amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard and that fast before.

  Damn, I’m getting chills just thinking about it.

  I walk through the house in search of Mom, but she doesn’t appear to be anywhere. Usually, by this time I’d find her watching a movie on the Hallmark channel while bundled up in a warm fuzzy blanket. The cold February air would certainly make anyone want to do that.

  I step foot into the living room, but she’s not here. Maybe she’s in the kitchen. I continue venturing through the house. “Mom, are you in here?” I ask, peeking my head through the kitchen door.

  No response for a moment and then she finally answers. “Back here.”

  She’s on the back patio. I know, crazy, right? Middle of winter and sitting outside. Mom has always loved the outdoors. She had a closed porch with insulation and a fireplace overlooking the backyard. It is really beautiful, and growing up, it had been one of my favorite spots to sit on the swing with a good book. Did I mention how much of a bookworm I am?

  “Hey, Mom,” I say as I reach her, leaning down to place a kiss on her cheek.

  She’s warm and her cheeks are rosy. My mom is so beautiful. You’d never be able to tell she was nearing sixty just by looking at her. The skin on her face was still tight and no age-spots existed. Her hair had been dyed a light blonde ever since I can remember, so whenever her gray roots come through, it’s hard to tell. And once they do, she dyes it again, anyway. Her typical attire is jeans and a blouse, and her taste in shoes is like mine: sneakers or low heels. Whenever the two of us go out, people mistake her for my sister or aunt. They never believe she’s my mother. I hope when I’m her age, I look just as beautiful as she does.

  “Hi, sweetheart. How was the drive over?” she asks, rising from her seat.

  “No, please stay seated,” I say. I rub my hands together quickly, hoping to get the chill out. Even with gloves, this weather is so brutal. I know I’ll warm up quickly once I sit my ass in front of the fireplace next to her.

  She shakes her head back and forth. “It’s alright. I’m going to make us a cup of hot cocoa.” She winks at me. Mom’s special hot chocolate recipe is bliss. I have never had another cup of hot cocoa that tasted as amazing as Mom’s. I don’t know what she puts in it or how she makes it taste so good, but I never refuse. Hot cocoa time with Mom on the patio is one of my favorite times.

  I smile. “You know I can’t refuse that.”

  “Have a seat in front of the fireplace, sweetheart. I’ll be back with two mugs of steaming hot cocoa in just a bit.” She heads on inside, and I pull off my coat before taking a seat on the white porch swing. I take out my cell phone from my pocket and see I already have a notification from D. I smile as soon as I see his name on my screen. He’s thinking about me, which makes me want to be in his arms all over again right now. Damn, I wish I was back at home with him underneath his covers.

  D: Baby girl, have you made it to your Mom’s yet? Let me know when you’re there. I miss you and your sweet lips already.

  A fire within me ignites at the thought of Derek tasting my lips… both of them. Shit, he was turning me into a sex fiend. I quickly type back a response to put his mind at ease before Mom comes back with the good stuff my mouth is already watering for.

  Me: Hey love! Yes, I just got here, and I miss you and your sexy ass, too ;) Wish your hands were all on me now ;) ;) ;)

  Moments later, I’m getting another reply back from him.

  D: Is that all? Just my hands

  He adds the winking face emoji with its tongue sticking out followed by an eggplant. I let out a louder-than-I-had-wanted-to chuckle. His brazenness drives me wild. I love our chemistry; I don’t think I can ever get tired of this.

  Me: Later… when I’m in bed. I’ll send you something to show you just how much I miss your hands… and everything else you give me <3

  D: Fuck, babe. I can’t wait

  More eggplants follow.

  Mmm… the thought of Derek is just–

  “Text, text, text.”

  “Huh? What?” I ask yelling, jumping out of my skin.

  Mom catches me by surprise, coming back onto the patio carrying two cups of the chocolatey crack I can’t wait to get into my mouth.

  She places the cups down onto the table, pushing one my way. “You were texting someone while I was gone… you looked far away from here, that’s for sure.” She raises an eyebrow and then takes a seat to my left.

  If she only knew…

  “Just some work-related stuff, that’s all,” I lie. It kills me to do so but there’s no way I’m telling my mom about Derek Mykels. Of course, she knows who he is and all about him. Though I must say, she never bad mouthed him like she did the other guys I dated. I guess it’s because D and I never dated… technically. Anyway, she doesn’t know of our arrangement, obviously.

  “Uh-huh,” she answers, taking her first sip.

  I blow on my cup and then dive in. Yum. The flavor is always the same, never disappointing. After I swallow a mouthful of liquid heaven, I ask, “So, how’ve you been, Mom? I’ve been worried about you.” I am. It’s the whole reason why I took off from work to visit her for the next three days.

  “Oh, you know. One day at a time. I’m okay. You don’t need to worry about me. I’ve got your Uncle Joe and Aunt Cecile who check in with me regularly. Good thing for Facebook and such.” She leans back into the swing and looks out at the backyard stretched out in front of us. There’s an icy sheet of snow covering the grass.

  “Yeah, I know your brother and sister check on you, but still, you’re alone most of the time. I’ve been thinking of coming back for a bit… for good,” I add. It will kill me to stay away from Derek, but I don’t like the thought of Mom being alone.

  “Nonsense. You’ll do no such thing. You’ve got a good job back at home. Your own life. Your dear old mama is just fine,” she insists, taking another sip.

  I drain my cup–told you it was that damn good–and watch her. She seems genuine, but my mom is good at hiding shit. What if she’s really not okay?

  I fidget with my empty cup, tilting it from one side to the other. “I don’t know, Mom. I think it’d be good for you if I moved back and–”

  “Child, don’t make me slap you. I said I’m fine, and I mean I’m fine. I enjoy my independence. I like being here by myself, doing things
for myself. You need to stay right where you are and get your life together… get situated, find a new man, get married, have some kids…. give me some grandbabies, for crying out loud!”

  Oh, Lord. Here we go. I know exactly what she’s doing, so I’d better change the subject. Plus, I have no man. How am I supposed to find a guy to settle down with when the only guy I want anything to do with is Derek?

  “Okay, Mom. Fine. Until you give me reason to really worry about you, I’ll let it go.”

  She chuckles, knowing she’s won. Little bitch. Yes, I called my mom a bitch in my head. It’s all out of love, of course.

  “How’s Lauren?”

  “She’s good. Engaged.”

  Her eyes light up. “What?! For real?”

  I giggle. “Yes, for real. She’s marrying that guy Kevin I told you about the last time you asked me about her.”

  I finally place my empty cup onto the table.

  “Oh, that’s wonderful. We’ll have to call her later on the Face-thing-a-ma-jiggy so I can congratulate her.”

  I want to laugh. She wants me to FaceTime Lauren.

  “Sure, Mom. No problem.”

  She takes a drink from her cup before placing it on the table. Bringing her hands together, she says, “See, that’s so nice, sweetheart. We’ve really got to find you a nice guy to date.”

  We? What’s this “we” business? My mother is not going to help me find a boyfriend. No fucking way. I’d better shut her up quickly before she really thinks this is something up for discussion.

  “No need, Mom. There’s already this one guy I have a crush on. I think I’m going to talk to him and see if he’s up to grab a drink when I get back.” Well, it’s not a total lie. I do like Derek… a lot. But yeah, who am I kidding? I’m lying about the rest of it. God, when did I ever lie to my mother so much? This isn’t like me. Once again, this is the power Derek Mykels has over me.