Pretty Little Lies (Lie #2)

by J.W. Phillips

  “I love you and would be destroyed if I lost you,” I whispered, sliding down his raging hard-on again with my aching sex. “I want you but need you more.”

  “You were the one that ran. Never run again and you’ll always me mine.” He rested his damp forehead against mine and stroked over my baby bump. “You and this little life are the only thing I care about. I’ll never leave you. Stop leaving me.” His eyes were filled with pain that echoed my own.

  Hot tears started falling down my face. I never understood until that moment how my running affected him. I was not the only one broken. I was determined to start both of our healing. Adjusting the angle of my soaked sex, I arched my back and dragged myself along the entire length of his rigid cock. I was trying to get the point across to him, I would always worship him and only him with my body.

  I pounded him with everything I had. His breath hissed out between his clenched teeth before coming so hard I felt each burst of semen in my scorching sex. I grinded into him, desperate to feel my own release. He cinched my hips, preventing me from moving. He was deliberately keeping me still as he pumped me full.

  “Privy, did I hurt you?” he asked, cupping my sex and slowly massaged his semen into my clit. My hips circled around as he coated me with the pad of his thumb. “Does it feel good, babe,” he purred.

  My body was hungry for release. He started harden in my needy core and working my clit lazily with two fingers. I was drenched in sweat, hanging on with each shaky breath. “I’ll never hurt you, my sweet love. Trust me, and I’ll always make it good,” he crooned in my ear. “Stop the damn running.”

  He pushed the head of his gorgeous cock deep inside me causing my entire body to shiver around him. “Cum, my sweet love.” He slid the pad of his thumb over my clit, and it only took one stroke to have me coming violently. I collapsed in his arms, panting and soaked in mine and his sweat. He lifted me off of him and carried me over to the bed, laying me down he crawled in beside me. He pressed his lips to my forehead. “Privy, you’re it for me. Whether you stay or leave, you’ll always be my forever. Promise me one thing?”

  “Anything,” I slurred, feeling my eyelids grow heavy in total exhaustion.

  “That you’ll teach me how to be the man you need.”

  I rolled over and snuggled tightly onto his chest. I didn’t answer him, knowing no matter what he was the man I needed. I’d finally found the man who was my other-half. The man who understood how I ticked. He kissed me softly, erasing any doubt my mind could dream up.

  Epilogue

  Tuesday, June 9, 2015

  Ethan

  The sound of that precious little heartbeat echoed in my head. My heart beat as fast as the one that filled the room as the nurse moved that stethoscope thingy over Dylan’s stomach. Nothing could get my mind off the joy of finally hearing it. I’d been working overtime trying to make up for all the days I missed chasing after Dylan, but there was no way I was skipping out on a doctor’s appointment.

  The memory of that beautiful sound and the way Dylan was pressing kisses down my neck and nibbling on my ear was making it real hard to focus on driving. I was real damn close to pulling the SUV over to the side of the road and relieving my raging hard-on.

  “Stop it, I’m trying to get you somewhere, and you are making driving nearly impossible,” I said and took a nip of her bottom lip when she tried to kiss me.

  “I might like the detour better,” she teased, and rubbed her hand down between my legs and cupped my erection. “I might just suck you off while you drive. It’s my car if you wreck it anyway.”

  I pressed into her hand a few times enjoying the feel of how confident she was finally getting with me. “I’m sure it would be wonderful but I would kind of like to get to the original destination in one piece.” I kissed the top of her head and removed her hand from the inseam of my pants. I needed to stay focus.

  “Thank you for going today. It felt right having you there.” Dylan stopped touching me but laid her face against my shoulder and clasped my elbow.

  “Babe, I wouldn’t miss it. But can I ask you something?”

  “Sure.”

  “Why are you going to that clinic? It’s a bunch of interns. There not even doctors yet,” I asked, looking straight ahead.

  “I saw the doctors from the Women’s Clinic while I was in the hospital but they don’t take Medicaid so I had to find new doctors when I got out.”

  I slammed my head on the back of the seat. Dylan was on Medicaid? I’d been so busy trying to hold on to her, I hadn’t even thought about the fact she needed insurance. Fuck, I’m already failing them. I had enough money to pay for her care in cash and not miss it, and my child and her mother were on federal assistance. Something was fucked-up about that. “Do you have any idea how much money I’m worth?”

  “I don’t care,” she answered and snuggled closer against me.

  She didn’t care. Not once has she asked me about money. I didn’t have a doubt in my mind that she would’ve been holding onto me just as close if I was a poor blue-collar worker. “I do. I have some friends at the Women’s Clinic. I’m getting you an appointment ASAP.” Shit, friends, Charlie and I owned the damn building their offices are in.

  “Where am going is fine. They are taking good care of me. Don’t waste your money.”

  Wasting my money. “Spending my money on my wife and child is never a waste.”

  “I’m not your wife.”

  No, she wasn’t but in my heart, she felt like she was. She never bought up Victoria but I know she laid heavy on her mind. Even though she practically lived with me, she would not fully move in. I knew her only barrier was Victoria. That was why I couldn’t wait to get her to our next stop. I wanted to make everything right.

  We rode in silence for several miles, not knowing what to say. I pulled up to an empty spot behind the Knox County Court House and pointed up to a billboard. Printed in large orange letters where the words, Dylan Summers, will you marry me? Ethan Asher. As the words sunk in, she turned and was smiling like she had won the damn lottery. It was worth every headache and damn penny I spent to get her to smile like that.

  “Yes, but . . .” She shook her head. “We can’t.”

  I handed her an envelope and watched in amazement as her eyes lit up when she realized they were divorced papers that were signed, sealed, and delivered. I had also added the papers were I split my ownership of the clubs between Cherry and Amanda. I gave it to them. I couldn’t stand to make a profit off something that hurt Dylan.

  I jumped down out of the truck and dropped to my knees as she slid her legs around to get out. I pulled a small box out of my coat pocket and opened it slowly as a yellow diamond ring caught the bright light from the sun. Those tears of hers came but I knew in my heart they were happy tears.

  “Dylan Elizabeth, since the first word I ever heard you utter my heart has been preparing a place that only you could fill. No woman has ever been loved more than I love you. I want all your tomorrows, and I promise to spend every one of mine making you proud. Will you do me the tremendous honor of being my wife?”

  Does anybody truly ever live happily ever after?

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