Beautiful Illusions Duet Bundle: Eighty-One Nights and Beautiful Ever After Page 16

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry. You did nothing wrong.” Blair is the one who’s wrong for showing up like that.

  “I didn’t know she was in the house. The doors were locked. I’m sure of it. I checked twice before I got into the tub.”

  How did Blair get into the house? Would Mina have given her a key?

  “It startled me when I looked up and saw her standing there, staring at me. What’s even creepier is that I feel like she had been watching me for a while before I noticed her.”

  “What did she say?”

  “She asked who I was. I told her that I was a housekeeper, and I played it off like I was overstepping my boundaries while my employer was away. She didn’t stick around for long after that.”

  It’s just like Blair to come around and stick her nose in my business. She always has. I don’t know why she can’t be content with managing her own husband and marriage.

  “You did as much damage control as you could, considering the situation. There’s nothing to be done about it at this point.”

  “Are you angry?”

  “Not at you.” But with Blair? Aye. I’m furious with her.

  I remove my jeans and T-shirt and crawl into bed with Lou, wrapping my arms around her from behind. There are times when I need to fuck her, but now isn’t one of them. I’m content to hold her in my arms.

  “She left a birthday gift for you. It’s in the living room.”

  The secret is out. “I’ll open it tomorrow.”

  Lou is quiet and so am I. All I can hear is the thump of my heartbeat.

  “Our birthdays are only a week apart.”

  “Yours is next Friday?”

  She makes a sound, but I’m not sure it can be considered a confirmation.

  Thump. Thump. Thump. More heartbeats, but now they’re a wee bit faster.

  “Why didn’t you tell me that it was your birthday?”

  Is that sadness that I hear in her voice?

  “Because leaving you behind while I went to celebrate my birthday somewhere else made me feel like a dobber.”

  “You went to celebrate with your family. I would have understood.”

  She would have understood. I know that. “I should have told you. I’m sorry.”

  “I would have liked to have gotten you a gift.”

  I’m in a place in my life where I don’t need material gifts. “You give me your time. That’s all I need.”

  She turns over and we’re lying face-to-face. “I disagree. You are deserving of so much more.” Her words ooze with seduction and blood rushes to my cock.

  Who am I kidding? I didn’t drive all the way from Glasgow to hold her.

  I lower my hand, cupping it over her knicker-covered pussy. “Am I deserving of this? Because it’s what the birthday boy really wants.”

  “Perhaps but I have something else to go with it.”

  Together, we push her knickers down her legs, and she kicks them away beneath the covers. Same order with my Y-fronts and then the T-shirt that she’s wearing.

  Hot skin on skin. There’s nothing like it.

  My palm presses against her mound, my fingers grazing her entrance while my free hand wraps around her bent thigh and pulls her against my hard cock. She quivers against me as the tips of my fingers drag along her slick slit.

  “Already soaking wet,” I whisper against her mouth.

  “For you, always.”

  My index and middle finger slide through her slick, feminine juices until they’re deep inside of her. Curling them around to hit her G-spot, I stroke her and it’s so fucking satisfying when she moans my name.

  Her hips thrust against my hand, slow at first and then faster, until she implodes on the inside.

  Her breathing slows and she opens her eyes. “It’s not my birthday. This is supposed to be about you and the gift I want to give you.”

  “Getting you off makes me happy.”

  “It makes me happy too. But now it’s your turn.”

  Lou moves on top of me, her knees pressed together between my thighs, and crawls down my body.

  Fuck. She’s going to suck me off.

  I melt into the bed when her lips wrap around my thick cock, the back of her teeth lightly scraping down my length. I try but I can’t stop the few drops of pre-cum that spill into her mouth.

  Ooh, happy fucking birthday to me.

  I haven’t had a blowjob in a very long time. I don’t even know how long it’s been. Mina never sucked my dick; she thought that it was beneath her.

  Lou has tried to go down on me a few times, but the timing has always been off. I was already close to coming, and I was afraid the feel of her mouth would send me over the edge. And it probably would have. Just like it’s threatening to do now.

  “Mmm,” she moans, her mouth stuffed with my erection, sounding as though she’s enjoying this blowjob as much as I am. And that in itself is a huge turn-on.

  Her mouth bobs up and down my cock, and the beginning of the end starts. But I’m not ready to let it happen. “Slow down, Lou. I don’t want to come yet.” I want to make this last for as long as possible.

  I grasp the back of her head, and she whimpers when I guide her off of my dick. Grinning at me with her mouth red and shiny with saliva, her body quivers. The air between us is permeated with the smell of sex, the scent thick and heady. And I can’t resist pulling her mouth to mine for a dirty kiss.

  She’s still on her knees between my thighs, her legs pressed together, and I reach around to play with her from behind.

  I slide my fingers into her pussy and find that it’s dripping wet. I steal some of the wetness dripping along her slit and she tenses and gasps when I rub it over her puckered hole.

  Her eyes flutter when I slowly slip a single finger into her tight ring. She tenses around it, proving to me just how good my cock would feel buried deep in her tight bum.

  I’ve never tried anal sex. But I want to. I want to with Lou.

  She moans, rocking her bum up and down my finger. “You can do it if that’s what you want. I’ll let you.”

  “If it’s what I want?” I chuckle. “Baby, you don’t know how many times I’ve fantasized about anal with you.”

  “I’ll need you to be slow and easy. I’ve never done it before.”

  “No worries, mo maise. I’ll be gentle with you.”

  She moves away and gets on her hands and knees. I grab a condom from the nightstand and my hands shake as I roll it on. Fuck, I feel like a lad about to have his first shag.

  Kneeling behind her, I glide the top of my condom-clad cock through her slick juices to be safe. I don’t want this to be ruined because I haven’t done everything to make it pleasurable for her.

  I lean over and press my front to her back. She looks back at me over her shoulder and I kiss the corner of her mouth.

  “This is my first time too. Our first times will be together,” I whisper.

  I push my cock between her cheeks and her already-quivering body shakes violently. “Don’t be afraid. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

  “I know.”

  Despite the urge to thrust into her deep and hard, I rock into her slowly, a wee bit at a time. A game of advance and retreat.

  “Are you all right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No. Keep going.”

  A mixture of relief and pleasure floods me, and I think I’ll die of ecstasy when I’m inside her all the way to the hilt. “Fuck, Lou. You feel so damn good.”

  I hold that position for a moment before pulling back slowly and advancing again. “You’re okay?”

  “Yes.” She rocks with me on her hands and knees. “Fuck me, Hutch.”

  The fuck? “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. I want it.”

  Still afraid of hurting her, I gradually pick up speed until I’m pounding my cock inside of her. And I swear to God that the woman is meeting me thrust for thrust. Mayb
e even harder.

  No shame. No mercy.

  We’re fucking each other like two savages, neither of us more of a beast than the other.

  I grip the back of her hair and pull her head back until my mouth covers her ear. “You are mine.”

  I’m not asking. There’s no edge of romance to my voice. I’m honest-to-fuck demanding her to be mine.

  Lou is mine.

  MINE.

  M. I. N. E.

  “I am yours, Maxwell Hutcheson.”

  Her words are affirmative, her body submissive. She’s mine to do with as I please—I know by the way her body is yielding to mine. I could hurt her if I wanted to and she’d let me. But I don’t want to hurt her. I never want to hurt Lou.

  My hand slips around her waist and my fingers find her engorged clit, rubbing it in a circular motion.

  “Make me come. I want to know what it feels like this way.”

  Anything. That’s what I’d give to her in this moment.

  “There?”

  A few loud pants leave her mouth. “Yes, that’s it.”

  A few moments later her body shudders, as does mine. We fall off the edge together, free-falling through oblivion. With my arm wrapped around her torso, just below her breasts, I pull her against my chest so that we’re kneeling together on the bed, my cock still buried deep inside of her.

  And that’s the way we orgasm.

  When we spiral down from the high, we fall to the bed. Both of us covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Both of us exhausted. Both of us thoroughly fucked.

  But me even more so.

  Because I can’t fall in love with this woman.

  Lou isn’t going to be here beyond the end of the summer. Some fucker who isn’t playing the part of a grieving widower/single dad is going to come along and sweep her off of her feet. Or at the very least pay her to be his companion. And I won’t be able to say shite about it.

  I may be fucking her, but I’m the one who is getting fucked. And I’m doing it to myself.

  23

  Caitriona Louden

  The Blair Witch Project. That’s what I’m calling it. And I’m glad it happened. Hutch was forced to tell me about his birthday and well… I was able to give him a gift that neither of us will forget anytime soon.

  It’s seven o’clock and Hutch is still in bed with me. That’s not like him at all, but it was late when he came home. And even later when we finally did go to sleep.

  Hutch reaches out and flattens his hand over my bare stomach. “How do you feel this morning?”

  I inhale deeply and stretch the muscles in my body from head to toe. “I feel…” I can’t help but laugh. “Thoroughly filled, spread, and stretched.”

  “Last night’s activity is deserving of all those descriptors?”

  “Definitely.” And many more.

  “Not sore?”

  “No.” And I’m surprised by that. I expected to be. “I feel quite well.”

  “I’m glad. I wouldn’t want you to have discomfort on our day out. I want to take you riding.”

  “On the horses?”

  Hutch’s naughty grin appears. “Aye, unless you have something else you’d like to ride.”

  “No one told me that you were so funny. Oh, wait. You’re not.”

  “I can be funny.”

  “You can be mildly humorous at times.” Hutch may have been funny at one time, but I think it’s been a long time since he’s felt like joking and laughing. I’m happy I bring out that side of him.

  “I already know you’re going to love riding Prissy.”

  Ah, shit. My plans for today pop into my head. “I thought you were going to be gone until Sunday evening. Rachel and I are supposed to go shopping today.”

  “That’s fine. I have to go out of town again next week, and I have some things I need to take care of before I leave. We can ride another day.”

  I poke out my bottom lip. “You’re going out of town again so soon? You just got back.”

  “I know. I don’t want to leave you again but it’s a big client. I have to go.”

  “Where to this time?”

  “Alicante.”

  “Are you kidding me? Italy last week. Spain this week. I’d hate to have your job.”

  “It’s not as fun as it sounds. I actually have to work while I’m there. And I don’t enjoy free time because I’m alone.”

  I’ve never been anywhere. New Orleans and Edinburgh. That’s about the extent of it. “I wouldn’t care if I was there alone. I’d go out and do everything I could.”

  “How about you go to Alicante with me?”

  “Really?”

  “Aye. Why not?”

  I want to. I want to sooo badly. “Could we pull it off without anyone knowing?”

  “I’m the only person from the firm going on this trip. I don’t know how anyone would find out anything.”

  “You’re really willing to take that kind of gamble?”

  “For the chance to take you to a place where we can be free to do as we like? Aye. I would take the risk, no hesitation.”

  He believes it will be fine so why should I question it? “I’d love to go.”

  Ah, man. I’m going to Alicante, Spain. I don’t know anything about the place, but I’m not telling him that. I’ll do a search on it later.

  Hutch reaches over and grabs his wallet from the nightstand. “You’ll need some new things for the trip.”

  I look at the credit card he’s offering me. “I can’t let you pay.”

  “Why would I not pay?” he says.

  “You’ve already given me so much.”

  “Have you forgotten that I’m supposed to have the full girlfriend experience?” He leans down and kisses my mouth. “And part of the full experience means that I get to buy nice things for my girlfriend.”

  I could almost forget for two, maybe three, seconds that all of this is pretend. And during those two to three seconds, I’m so damn happy.

  “I’ll let you pay if you agree to do the real relationship thing while we’re in Alicante. Neither of us mentions our arrangement or our agreement or references the girlfriend experience in any way. Let’s just do life together the way a real couple would.”

  Hutch can never really be mine, and I just want to know what having a man like him to love me feels like. Even if it’s only for a couple of days and even if it’s not real.

  “The real thing, huh? I’m game if you are.”

  “It’ll be fun.”

  “This is a business trip for me, but we’ll have plenty of time to play too. While you’re out shopping today, buy a few dresses and swimsuits. I’d like to request skimpy bikinis. And also buy some new lingerie. You know the kind that I love to see you wear.”

  I reach out and grab the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “No one has ever been so good to me.”

  He cups his hand around my face. “You deserve good things in your life, Lou.”

  Maxwell Hutcheson came into my life at a moment when I felt like an insignificant waste of everything that makes up a person. I thought that I might shrivel up and disappear. I wanted to shrivel up and disappear. And just when I thought that I might, he saw me.

  Dammit.

  This man is finding his way into my heart. And I’m allowing it because he’s the first one ever strong enough to penetrate the protective wall around it.

  I call Rachel when I’m almost at our flat. “Hey, I’m three blocks away. Are you ready?”

  “I need five or ten more minutes.”

  Of course, she does. She’s never ready on time. Won’t I ever learn to tell her to be ready thirty minutes earlier?

  “I’ll wait in the car.”

  “No way. Come up.”

  Ugh. Asking me to come up means that she actually needs more than fifteen minutes. “All right. Buzz me in. I don’t have my key.”

  Calvin stops in front of our building. “She isn’t ready so I’m going up.”

  I reach for the door
handle, but it doesn’t work. It’s just like Calvin to force me into allowing him to open my door. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, Miss Lou.”

  “Just Lou.”

  “Mr. Hutcheson wouldn’t like that.”

  I wink at Calvin. “Then Mr. Hutcheson doesn’t have to know. It’ll be our little secret.”

  Calvin grins. “All right, Lou.”

  “I could say that I won’t be long but that’s probably a lie.” Rachel probably still has a wet head.

  “There’s no hurry.”

  I walk into our flat and see that Rachel’s housekeeping skills haven’t improved while I’ve been gone. Cereal bowl on the coffee table. Coffee cup on the end table. Shoes on the floor where she kicked out of them. “Rachel… come on. Really?”

  “Sorry. I haven’t had you here to do the cleaning.”

  The dynamics of our friendship are odd. Rachel has a wonderful mom. She grew up being parented by a woman who took excellent care of her. I didn’t have that. My role model sucked, yet I’m the one who takes care of Rachel.

  “You’re grounded until this mess is cleaned up.”

  “Haha, very funny.”

  “The driver is waiting. Do try to not be too long.”

  “Yes, Mummy.”

  Rachel and I haven’t seen each other since the night of the cocktail party. We have a lot of catching up to do and we decide that it’s best to do it over burgers and beer.

  Rachel bites into her burger and a mayonnaise-mustard combination squeezes out of the bun, landing on her shirt. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

  “I don’t know why you didn’t see that coming.” The food at this pub is messy. Delicious, but messy.

  She uses her napkin to wipe away the condiment from her shirt. “So… how’s the long-term companion thing?”

  “Things are really good with Hutch.” Better than they should be. I don’t think I’m supposed to be this happy about being someone’s whore.

  Being a whore is one thing. Being his whore is something entirely different.

  “What about living together? How’s that going so far?”

  “I like living with him. But we sort of got busted by his sister-in-law.”

  “Busted how?”

  “His late wife’s sister came to the house while Hutch was away. She let herself into the house and came to his bedroom. I was in the tub taking a bubble bath.”