Pretty Little Lies (Lie #2) (19 page)

Dylan

I stormed for the door, not wanting to hear another damn thing out of his mouth. I was tired of thinking. 

I felt his body as he came up behind me. His palms pressed against the edge of the doorframe, caging me in. I inhaled his scent in, marking it to memory. He stepped close enough, each muscle in his chest moved along the curve of my back. My entire body strained toward his. How after everything I finally remembered was his arms the only place I wanted to be?

“Running, Privy?”

My eyes closed as his authoritative voice rippled through my body. The uncontrollable urge to stay was intensified by the way his breath washed down my face. God, he smelled amazing.

“I’ll let you go, but I’ll always be here waiting on you.”

“When the first round of memories came back, I was surrounded my doctors and drugs that kept me knocked out. It stopped the thoughts. I’ve had to think all my life to stay sane. The only benefit of the amnesia was it was only the second time in my life I didn’t have to think.”

“What was the other time?” His lips brushed along the shell of my ear. One of his palms pressed firmly over my stomach, reminding me that our connection with deeper than just the two of us.

I turned in his arms. He curved around me, the muscle in his forearm hard against my side. “During your special brand of sex.”

The only sound made was the sharp intake of air he inhaled. His arms dropped to his side almost in shock. Mortified by my recent confession, I scrambled out the door.

I ran down the hall, through the lobby, and straight into the arms of Neal smoking outside under the cover awning.

“Whoa, what the hell did my damn son do now?” he asked and chunked the butt of his cigarette across the parking lot.

I said nothing at first.

“It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know your upset.” He smiled, but his manner was stiff. I didn’t care how he felt. He was not only Ethan’s father. But the father of the demon who raped me.

“What does Victoria mean to Ethan?” I asked.

There was an uneasy silence between us as we wondered what was coming next.

“She doesn’t mean shit to him,” Neal finally answered.

I raised an eyebrow. “Don’t lie for him. I know she’s his wife.”

Neal paled. “Technically, you got me on that one, but sweetheart, only three people have ever meant shit to Ethan. His mom, his granddad, and you,” he said. “Of all my children, Ethan is my dreamer. He could sit out here for hours looking at the damn sky. Ethan has spent his whole life searching for something. He just could never figure out what it was until he found you. Victoria was the biggest mistake of his life.” A pained look shadowed his face. A face that was an older version of the man I left alone and hurting upstairs.

“Why did he marry her?” I wanted to turn and run into Ethan’s arms but I was scared it would only lead to a pain I could never escape. “Was he stoned or stupid?”

“Both. But the main reason was because she reminded him of you. I’ve never seen him so obsessed. But you got under his skin and left him a new man. When a man finds the one, he realizes how alone he truly is. He was trying to fill that void. If you love him, don’t let him feel the ache of being lost.” Neal stroked over my stomach. “Thank you for this blessing,” he said before retreating back into the lobby of the hotel.

I slumped onto the edge of a nearby flowerbed, and started listing all the pros and cons of staying. There were plenty of pros but fewer cons. The main one being, I was afraid to love. If I fully gave my heart to him, I would have no say if he wanted to crush it. Legally he was married to Victoria, but deep in my soul I knew he belonged to me. The past could only destroy us if we allowed it to. I was tired of hurting and finally wanted to live.

I raced up to the room and not only knocked but banged on the door. Ethan swung open the door and took a swig of what appeared to be golden amber.

“I don’t want to think anymore I just want to be yours.”

Ethan sagged back into a nearby leather chair, and dropped the glass of amber liquid to the floor. He slid down the zipper on his pants and released his big, beautiful cock. He leisurely started stroking up and down his impressive length. “Undress,” he snapped. “You’re going to learn who you belong to.”

I hastily fumbled with the string on my pants before snatching them to the ground.

“Slow down and watch me. I want to enjoy you.”

I focused in on his massive hand rubbing over the entire length of his cock. I became memorized at the sight and found myself moving in rhythm with him. The slower he moved the slower I moved. When I finally released my sensitive breasts from the bra, he barked, “knees.”

Without thinking, I instantly fell to the floor and crawled until I was snug between his legs. His hand quit moving. He sat there, utterly still except for the rising and falling of his chest. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want too. But I need you to follow through with this.” He lightly and chastely kissed my lip. “I love you and only you. I had tried all this time to be the kind of lover I thought you wanted instead of reading you and seeing that I might not need a BDSM relationship, but you do. You’re truly a submissive, both heart and soul, and you lucked up and found an ass of a dominant. But a damn good one. I’ll always treasure and take care of you.”

I didn’t want to think anymore and noticed a small drop of cum perched on the tip of his penis. I peeked my tongue out and licked my upper lip. My pulse pounded at the thought of the memory of taking his cock in my mouth. I had dreamed about that night numerous times. The image only managed to bring more graphic thoughts of the brutal rape I lived through. I didn’t know if I could do it but I wanted to try. If no more than to feel him as close to me as humanly possible.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and slurped the head into my mouth. I moaned at the feel of his invasion, the taste of him, the simple warmth of his skin. I nuzzled his groin and balls against my cheek, trying to mark me as his. His fingers started to flex in my hair as I moved my mouth down his shaft and swallowing his tip into my throat.

I heard his teeth grind together when my nose tapped along the roughness of the zipper on his pants. I relished in the sounds of his moans of bliss, apologies, and total devotion. He was trying to vocalize his pleasure without breaking the moment between us. Pumping the thick root with my fist, I milked him of every ounce of his pre-cum. I felt him coil tight, sending me over the edge of insanity. I double-fisted him, my mouth sucking so hard my jaws ached. He glanced down at me with an unbelievable hunger in his eyes before he slammed his head backwards as the first round of thick cream exploded in my mouth.

I sucked harder and harder, swirling his cum around my mouth. He thrust his hips again and again, his hands gripping my hair. He cried out one loud and exhausting scream, and I felt the last of his warm, salty cum ooze down my throat and spill out the side of my lips.

I would’ve sucked him off for hours, not once did I have another thought other than him, but he put both hands against my shoulders and pushed me away. He reached for my swollen lips and smeared the remains of his cum over my lips and chin.

“I’ll always keep you safe. You never have to worry about being alone again,” he whispered hoarsely. “Now turn around and sit that beautiful pussy down over me.”

He made me feel too much. I’d spent my entire life running. I didn’t let people get to me. The way I felt about him no longer scared me. It was not about sex at that point but ownership. He was teaching me what I needed to feel whole was to submit myself fully to him. He had been able to read me all along. I just needed to trust him first. I was his and only his. I straddled him. Ethan caught my hips.

“Tie my hands up,” I begged.

“Why?”

“I remember everything. I also remember when you tied me up I loved it. I didn’t have to think, only feel.”

He snapped the belt out of his belt loops and banded my arms behind my back with it.

“Straddle me, Privy,” he ordered and started rubbing the large head of his cock over my clit. “Already, so fucking wet. My Privy knows she’s mine,” he groan as the first thick inch of his throbbing cock pushed inside of me.  I couldn’t hold back. I slammed my hips down, encompassing him inside my quivering cunt. He took my breast in his mouth as he pierced me deeper and deeper, stretching me almost to the breaking point. 

“Let me show you what I can do for you.”

He released my hips, reached up and over his shoulders to grip his fingers together at the base of his neck. His biceps bulged under his shirt sleeve. I was aroused by the sight of each muscle has they rumpled against the thin material separating his skin from mine. I licked my lips, tasting him on me. Digging my knees into the chair, I pounded my trembling sex onto his rock-hard cock harder and faster. My hip ached but all I cared about was showing him how much I loved him. When my ass slammed against his thighs, his muscles harden, his body showing me how much of him I owned too. We were no longer two souls wandering aimlessly through life but one strong soul that would fight the world together. His gazed held mine as we were both coated with the slickness of my desire.

“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?