The Last Betrayal (10 page)

She stares at me with a look of a deer caught in headlights. Her mouth opens and closes but no sound comes out. Just when I start to get a little impatient, she says, ‘Yes. I’ll be your Old Lady.”

My smile grows wide, gleaming across my whole face. I swivel her around so her back is to me and hold the cut out behind her. Her arms go through the holes and she shrugs it on. Perfect fit, and fuck me, she looks breath-taking wearing something that makes her belong to me.

A small smile lifts the corners of her mouth, her rosy cheeks darken as the catcalls and hollers come from around the room. I pull her flush against me, discreetly grinding my dick into her belly. Her breath falters as she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me to her, taking my mouth like she depends on it. My arms circle her waist grabbing a handful of her delicious ass and squeeze gently.

We pull away and stare into each other’s eyes, love shining in hers as her red, swollen lips curve into a beautiful smile.

Fuck this. I move back and grab her hand, pulling her behind me. I literally drag her to our bedroom, pinning her against the door once it’s shut behind us.

“You drive my dick insane, sweetheart,” I whisper against her mouth. “I need to be in your tight pussy, to have it clamped around me.”

A breathy moan leaves her mouth, and her leg wraps around my waist. She grinds her mound against my erection, which is straining against the zipper of my pants. A low growl emanates at the back of my throat, causing a visible shiver to run down her body.

Letting go of her wrists, my hands make their way down her arms, caressing the curve of her breasts, and languidly stroking down her sides, coming to rest on her hips.

I lift her effortlessly, slamming her against my erection roughly and walking over to the bed. Letting her slide slowly down my body, standing her on solid ground, I back away slightly to look at her flushed face and bruised lips. Her breaths come out choppy, hair slightly askew and cheeks rosy with desire. Motherfucking delicious.

“Strip for me, sweetheart,” I say to her in the husky voice that I know drives her insane.

“Wh…what?” she asks, eyes wide. He’s never been so brash before, so dominating.

“You heard me. Strip.” I cross my large arms over my chest, flexing my muscles in show of domination.

She slowly lifts her shirt, revealing her flat tummy and belly button ring, higher and higher ‘til I see the edge of her red lace bra, making my dick that much harder; if that were possible.

Pulling her shirt over her head, she throws it to the corner before running her hands slowly down her body.

I swallow, eyes unblinking.

She purposefully bites her bottom lip while the other side of her mouth lifts in a slight smirk. Quickly, and efficiently, unbuttoning her jeans, she closes her eyes, head tilted back showing me her delectable throat, the skin tightening as she swallows.

Shimmying her pants down, she steps out of them, kicking them off to the side. “What now, Champ?”

Now it’s my turn to swallow, fuck this girl is beautiful. “Underwear. Off.”

A graceful smile appears on her face as she reaches round, arching her back, to unclasp the clips of her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Fuck this.

I pounce, my hand fisting in her hair as I pull her mouth to mine. “You’re fucking mine, Lauren, you hear? Mine.”

Possessively grabbing her right hip, I spin her around, my hand pushing down on her back so she’s bent over. Tracing the length of her spine with my fingertips, I unbuckle my belt with my spare hand, popping the button and lowering the zipper, releasing the beast. I palm the base of my dick to relieve some of the pressure, but it’s no use. I need Lauren.

My fingers reach her ass and I spank her hard, caressing the sting away with my palm. The moan she elicits is so fucking hot I could come right now. Pre-cum drips onto the floor, the head of cock leaking with excitement.

I trail my fingers between the apex of her thighs, stroking her glistening slit before plunging two fingers inside her. The warmth envelops them, her juices running down my hand. Fuck, that’s hot.

I thrust my digits into her slow, but hard, making her thrash around and push back against me.

“You ready for me, sweetheart?” I say, tone low and husky.

“Yes, Champ, yes!” She screams into the bed’s comforter.

“Beg me.”

Her walls clamp around my fingers tightly in arousal, making my damn erection harder than it’s ever fucking been.

“Please, Champ. I want you to fuck me.”

I’m balls-deep within her by the time she finishes her sentence. The warmth of her inner walls is fucking bliss, and I’m ready to come right fucking now. I stay still, collecting myself as not to explode like a teenage boy.

Her ass wiggles into my groin and I spank her other ass cheek. “Don’t fucking move, Lauren.”

I wrap her hair around my wrist and pull her head, tilting it up, and I start thrusting hard, deep and slow.

Her moans get louder and louder, almost to screaming point. I know she likes it rough, and how rough she likes it. Damn, this girl was made for me. My hand, that’s not wrapped in her hair, goes around her throat, squeezing. Lauren loves breath play, and fuck me when I say she squirts like no other woman I know.

My thrusts get quicker, harder and I squeeze her neck just a little more. “Come for me, baby!”

Her walls immediately clamp around my dick, and I let go of her throat, resting my hand back on her hip as my thrusts become frenzied before I still, deep inside her throbbing pussy as it milks me dry, I scream her name as my come spills inside her, my body tense and the pleasure takes over.

I slowly pull her to standing, and she sways slightly on her feet. I spin her to face me and see a pleasure induced smile plastered on her face, her cheeks glowing and her hair sporting the just fucked looked.

“So beautiful,” I murmur, kissing her lightly on the lips. “Shower time. Our combined releases are pouring down your legs.”

She looks down and her face scrunches up in a grimace. “Um, Champ? You didn’t use a condom…”

“I’m clean, sweetheart. I trust that you are too. I didn’t want barriers between me and my woman,” I reply, giving her a cheeky grin.

“I’m clean. I’m also on the pill.” A small smile lights up her face before she saunters off to the bathroom, and I follow suit.

We re-join the party, no one seeming to miss us or if they did they haven’t said shit. Lauren walks off with a spring in her step, heading straight for Kristine and Alexis who are still shaking it on the dance floor.

Heading outside for a breather, I hear two of the prospects talking about Luke, wondering aloud where he’s disappeared to.

I round the corner and stare at them, shaking my head in disapproval. “I don’t think it’s any of your business where Luke has gone, do you? If you were to know, you would’ve been told.”

“Uh, yeah. Sorry,” one of them stutters, rushing passed me hurriedly.

The other just stares at me. Ah, another new guy. “You’re still standing here, why?”

He mutters some shit under his breath before walking passed me, head down.

Shaking my head to myself, I turn in the direction to the pond when I hear Cobra calling to me.

“VP, I’m here.” I come back around the corner to find a rather annoyed looking Cobra.

“What were you doing around there?” he asks with questioning eyes.

“Those two idiots were talking about Luke and shit, so I went and set them straight. What’s got your panties in a twist?” I say defensively, folding my arms across my chest.

“Prez wants us in his office, like yesterday.” Instead of waiting on me to reply, he briskly walks back through the glass doors, through the crowd and down the hallway toward the Prez’s office.

Following quickly, I reach the office and find Cobra already seated in one of the outdated chairs in front of the large desk, his heel propped up on his knee.

“Hurry up, Champ, I don’t have all day,” Prez’s harsh tone sounds out.

I close the door and turn around, leaning against it. “What’s this about, old man?”

“Sit down, you’re making the room look a mess.” He waves his hands in front of him indicating for me to sit in the empty chair besides Cobra.

Huffing, I move away from my post by the door and slouch into the uncomfortable chair. “Prez, you need knew furniture. This chair feels like it’s going to collapse.”

“That’s because of your weight not because it’s old.” His jokes are far from funny, and he knows it, yet he amuses himself by sharing them anyway.

“What’s this about?” I ask again, hoping this time he will actually tell us something.

“The trip to London I told y’all about?” he says, his Texan twang coming through his words.

“Yeah...” me and Cobra reply in unison.

“It’s been brought forward. We leave in three days,” he tells us nonchalantly.

“You’ve got to be shitting me?” I yell, my voice echoing around the room. “I’ve only just got Lauren back! You said three fucking weeks!”

“I know, but it seems shit over there is hitting the fan quicker than we expected. We have no choice. Hell, bring the damn girls with you if you have to. They can go shopping or whatever shit woman do these days.”

“We don’t have a choice anyway, do we? Scrap that, don’t bother answering,” Cobra says, sighing. “Alexis has said before that she would love to go to London...”

“Then it’s settled. You can go back to the fun and games of the party.”

We rise from our chairs, sharing a knowing look before leaving the room.

I’m hoping Lauren agrees to coming, I don’t want to leave her behind. She’s only just agreed to be my Old Lady, and I thought I would’ve had more time to get her to come with me. I’m hoping this shit doesn’t turn into an argument, that’s the last thing I need. I know she has commitments, work being the main issue, but everyone is entitled to vacation time, and knowing she is a work-a-holic, I know she still has them left to take. Only time will tell if she will up and leave with me for at least a few weeks.

“Lauren!” I shout across the main room to her. The music has yet to be cranked up so I know she can hear me.

Her head shifts to the side as she looks toward me over her slender shoulder. Her face lights up with an enigmatic smile, and I can’t help returning it, even with an inner turmoil swirling in my gut.

Turning back to say something to Alexis and Kristine, she starts making her way towards me, hips swaying from side to side. Shit, she knows what that does to me and judging by the slight smirk on her face, she’s doing it on purpose.

I discreetly rearrange myself, a sense of blue balls taking over and I groan inwardly.

“What’s up, Champ?” She flashes me a seductive smile once she’s standing in front of me, toe to toe.

“I need to speak to you about something. Do you want to take a walk outside? Or head to our room?” I ask her, praying silently for her to choose the outside option. I know what will happen if we’re in our room on our own. I will never be able to keep my hands to myself while trying to have a serious conversation with her.

“The room. It will be more…private,” she says, eyeing me up and down, eyes darkening with desire as she bites her bottom lip.

I groan and take her hand, leading her down the hallway for the bedrooms.

Reaching the room we share, we enter and I shut the door, turning the lock. I look over to Lauren, and she’s flexing her hand with a slight V shaping her brows.

“Did I have hold of your hand too hard?” I ask. I didn’t mean to if I did.

“No,” she answers quickly, looking off to the side of her.

“Don’t lie to me, Lauren. I hate liars,” my tone low and stern. One thing I hate more than paedophiles is a liar. They piss me off and we deal with them day in and day out. They cause betrayal and heartache to others when it’s not necessary.

“I…I…” Lauren stammers, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, a pink tint coloring her pale cheeks.

“Shit, I didn’t mean I hated you. I don’t like liars. Problems are created through lying. You have no reason to lie to me, sweetheart. I would never hurt you intentionally. You should now me better.” I shake my head at her. How can she think so lowly of me? It’s written across her face that my tone scared her, and I never want her to be scared of me.

“I’m sorry. Yeah, you squeezed my hand a little too tightly,” she mumbles, her shoulders sagging. She moves to sit on the bed, her body sinking into herself. “You don’t scare me. I just didn’t think I was that obvious at lying.”

“You can’t lie for shit, babe. You always look over to the side. I don’t want you to feel like you have to lie to me. Honesty. That’s all I ask for.” I crouch in front of her and tilt her chin up so her eyes meet mine. A fierce blue ocean pools within hers, sorrow etched with a slight fear that shouldn’t be there.

“What did you want to talk to me about anyway?” she asks, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear.

“We have to go to London to visit our main Chapter over there.” I take a deep breath and hold it, waiting for her reaction.

“When do you go? How long will you be gone for?” Her eyes widen, and the fear I see in them has dissipated, replaced by worry.