Plagiarized (9 page)

“That’s great!” Who cares what the details are? I didn’t! I just wanted to get to the juicy details of my book. “You know how I’m working on this book?” I waited her for her to nod before I continued. “Well, I need some advice. My character is having problems with her fiancé. I was thinking about your idea of removing him from the picture entirely. I have plenty of ideas how to get the job done, but I’d like to hear your ideas first.” Lie. I had nothing and that’s why I was there.

And just like that… the song “It’s Like Taking Candy, From A Baby,” played on high volume between my ears. Loved it! Loved every fucking detail she divulged. Her plan was brilliant, absolutely brilliant. I could never have come up with anything like it. I made mental notes as she spoke in low tones.

I couldn’t believe how detailed she was about every step the person would go through to kill someone. It was brilliant, actually, how the girl got away with it in the end. Of course, she wasn’t near the storyteller I was, so I would have to put my own spin on it to make it more plausible. That wouldn’t be an issue.

“Thanks so much,” I said to her as I put the last bite of salad between my lips and chewed thoroughly before continuing. “You have been so informative.”

“No problem. I still want to write,” she sighed. “I just need to start working first so I can afford the heavy editorial and cover fees. It sounds daunting; I’m not going to lie. I’m trying not to let that dissuade me.”

“I completely understand. I felt the same way at first, but now I feel as if everything is coming together.”
Mostly because your dumb ass has given me all the details I needed
. “Don’t forget that you also need to market your book. That’s a different animal entirely.”

Her eyes went wide and I inwardly giggled.

“I’ve heard you have to spend hours on Facebook and Goodreads, marketing your book on blogs and getting noticed. Then you have to find beta-readers.”

“Beta what?” She looked confused and I almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

“Beta-readers are people who will read your book for free after the story has been completed. You have to make sure you trust these people, so they won’t pirate your book. They offer you feedback on plot changes and character development mostly. Then you have to offer ARCs to people so that you can collect excellent reviews for your book on Amazon and Goodreads. Don’t forget you have to
pay
these people somehow. Sending them gifts, gift cards, etc. They love monetary donations best. Keep them buttered up nicely.”
Lie.
It was illegal to pay for reviews, but she didn’t need to know that. She would find out the hard way.

“ARCs?” she looked confused.

“Advanced Reader Copies,” I rattled off. “Don’t forget those are free, so you don’t make any money off of those, either. You’re giving them your book in hopes they’re nice enough to leave a rave review.”

“Okay,” she stated. But she looked anything but okay. I had completely rattled her with all the statistics I had neatly deposited into her lap.
We haven’t even started to talk about Street
Teams
, I thought with glee. She was going to freak when she heard about assembling them and keeping them happy.

She paid the bill for dinner and then we parted ways. By the time I got home, it was nearly nine in the evening and I realized that Tom hadn’t returned my phone call.

That made me pissed off as hell all over again. By the time I entered our home, my cheeks were aflame with rage. “Thomas,” I called out without hearing an answer.

I walked through the living room, kitchen, and office, which were all located downstairs. I opened the garage and saw his car parked neatly inside of it, so he had to be home.

I started up the stairs and walked into our bedroom. I heard the shower going. No wonder he hadn’t heard me.

I went into the bathroom and stripped, letting out a sigh as I put my robe on. It felt so good to be free of my clothing. I started to go through my nighttime routine of removing my makeup and brushing my teeth. Tom came up behind and grabbed me around my waist.

“Stop that.” I pushed his hands away. I was livid about the entire credit card debacle. We had a major discussion ahead of us.

He grabbed me again and turned me around, kissing me passionately right on my lips.

I pulled away and looked at him like he was crazy. What was with him? He never showed affection like this, unless we were in bed. Then he would fuck me quickly before he would roll over and start to snore. This was out of the norm.

He started to alternate between kissing and nibbling all down my neck.

I was not in the mood and just wanted him to stop. But his kisses were starting to feel good and I could feel the familiar stirrings start between my thighs, so I decided to let him continue.

He came back up to my mouth, and this time, I returned the kiss. I started exploring his lips with my tongue, which produced a moan from him and he held me tighter. It felt good, for him to hold me so tightly. It had been so long since he had given me this kind of affection—the kind that made me feel truly loved.

He picked me up and I looked at him in surprise.

“Please don’t fight me,” he pleaded. “Let me have you tonight.”

His words and the desperation in his voice hit me and I didn’t fight him. All thoughts of the credit card thing flew out of my mind as he carried me to our bed and laid me down tenderly, which took me by surprise again. He crawled on top of me, remaining on his knees, and released the sash of my robe. I held my breath as he traced my hard nipples with his fingers.

“So beautiful, you are so fucking beautiful and you don’t even know it,” he said sadly and I looked up at him in shook.
I knew I was gorgeous!

He sensually took my nipple in his mouth and lightly sucked on it. I closed my eyes and held back a moan. He gradually started applying more and more pressure until my body was writhing under the spell of his mouth.

“I didn’t realize you would like that so much. I should have done it sooner. I should have done a lot of things sooner.” He kissed me again.

He was confusing me between his misplaced words and guided mouth. My mind was becoming foggy, the desire taking over.

He started down my stomach and played momentarily with my belly button, which actually made me laugh. I had always been so ticklish, but not many people knew that.

When he reached the apex of my thighs, I wondered if he would continue. He didn’t usually like to go down on me, or at least I didn’t think he did. Come to think of it, if I was being honest, I didn’t really know what his likes and dislikes during sex were. We had never really talked about it.

I was brought back to the present because his mouth had found my other set of lips, the ones located between my legs and I screamed in pleasure before I could think. It felt decadent, like he was eating a piece of fruit. He was gentle, but it was intoxicating, even though I usually liked it rough. It was like I was going under, the way you feel when you get a really good massage, like that, except with the added inclination. My pussy was singing as he continued to nibble and suck the most intimate part of my body. It surprised me by how familiar he seemed with the act in itself.

Part of me started to wonder if he had done this before, perhaps to someone else. That thought was pulled from my head when he stuck two fingers into me. I bellowed as he continued to finger fuck me hard, just the way I liked it.

I felt my orgasm start to build and couldn’t believe that he had gotten me this far. I couldn’t remember the last time he had been able to get me off.

I cried out as the orgasm took over my entire body. I was so relaxed with Thomas that the orgasm hit me full force and my entire body had one gigantic spasm. I was so overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure I was feeling, to my horror, I felt my eyes start to fill with tears.

I immediately reached up and tried to wipe them away.

Tom chuckled and carefully removed his fingers. He pulled me to his chest and held me. “Did you enjoy that?”

“I did. I’m surprised…” I let my voice drift off.

He reached down and kissed me. I couldn’t believe he had actually paid attention to my entire body. It was the first time I could remember that happening. It was a different feeling, one I was relishing in.

Then he whispered in my ear, “Can I fuck your ass, baby?”

I froze. Absolutely not going to happen!

He continued whispering promises in my ear. “I’ll go slowly, it won’t hurt, and you’ll like it.”

I looked up at him. “Why would you want to do that?”

“I’ve always wanted to try it, come on, baby. Let me,” he persuaded. He never called me baby.

I finally relented and let him do the deed. I had never even thought to allow someone to fuck me there. It was disgusting to me, output only. I surrendered, conceded.

He got lube out of the bedside drawer and I wondered when he had put it there. He never used that on me.

He lubed us both up and then began to push the head of his dick in my ass. It was one time I was thankful that he had a semi-small dick. I hoped it would make it hurt less. I had heard my girlfriends discuss it and it sounded terrible so I was surprised when it actually felt a bit good.

I was hit by a wave of pain, but forced my body to surrender to the experience. I knew from my research for books that when you tensed, it hurt more and I wanted it to hurt less.

When he dove in deeper, he was hitting nerve endings in my ass that I never knew were there. I focused on letting go of control and letting him in deeper.

I groaned as he slowly plunged in the last few inches until he was fully inside.

He kept whispering things like, “Breathe deep, slowly, it’s okay.” It was actually the most attention he had paid to me during sex, and for the second time that night, I was relishing in it.

When he started moving back and forth, I saw stars in front of my eyes. It was seriously the best sexual experience I had ever had.

I started moving my ass back and meeting his thrusts. All of a sudden, fireworks went off and I had another amazing orgasm. I was out of breath and laid there until he achieved one as well.

He cuddled with me all night and I felt cherished and loved.

The next day, I was worried everything would go back to usual.

Ben had agreed to let me do it in my own time. I couldn’t have been happier about that. What I could have been happier about was his move. I didn’t want him to go. I wanted him to stay in town with me where I could see him all of the time. But as he explained, he needed a job so that he could provide for me. I loved that he wanted to take care of me, I only wished he could’ve done that locally. The desperation I felt from just the thought of him leaving was debilitating. I didn’t even know how I would deal with the reality of the situation once it happened.

“Your place looks so empty now,” I acknowledged once the last box was taped up and stacked against the wall. I looked around his small apartment and had to concentrate on holding back my tears. It was sad to see everything gone. All that was left was a couch in the middle of the room.

“I know, but in a few days it’ll all be at the new place. Which will be our place very soon.” He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my back to his chest. It was comforting to be held against him, but it also reminded me of how little time we had left.

“How is this going to work, Ben?” I asked as I spun in his arms to face him.

He kissed me on my forehead. “Well, I’ll come down every other weekend, and you’ll come to me on the weekends in between. By the way, did you ask Marissa if you could borrow her car?”

It was a good thing I had received my driver’s license while in driver’s ed in school, but I had never used it. My grandparents and mother didn’t know I had it, and I didn’t have a car. I could hide a license in my purse, I had no way of hiding a vehicle from my family.

“Yeah, she said it was okay as long as she wasn’t using it.”

“And we have our phones.”

“I’m going to need more minutes, though. I run out as it is, and you’re not even two hours away yet. I don’t think I could handle not having minutes to talk to you with.”

The tears were filling my eyes and my throat was tightening. I was finding it harder to get any words out. I was fighting against the tears, not wanting them to spill over. I wanted to remain brave-faced and calm. I didn’t want his last glance of me tonight to be of a blubbering idiot. Inside I felt like I was dying, my love was leaving me. I knew he wasn’t leaving me forever, but I wouldn’t be able to see him as often.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. He was leaving in two days and I fucking started my period the night before. I wasn’t happy about that, especially after feeling his tongue massaging mine. All I wanted was to be with him before he left. But that wasn’t going to happen.

“I love you,” he whispered to me.

“I love you, too. Don’t go falling in love with anyone before I get there,” I tried to joke but my words came out in choked up sobs. The combination of my period making me emotional and the fact of him leaving finally hitting me made me a sensitive mess.