Deceitfully (Sinfully Series) (16 page)

That was right. I was falling for her, hard.

She’d brought up the idea of using wax in the bedroom, and it made me sick to my stomach that I’d used that on what’s-her-name-bitch way back when. She’d almost ruined the fun of wax play, but as soon as I started visualizing Stella’s exposed skin having wax dripped onto it, I’d changed my mind. My girl was curious, and I was ready to let her explore as much as she wanted.

I headed into work for a quick session with one of my loyal clients. They’d been more than understanding with my time off and inability to do some of the exercises with them. In the past, I motivated my clients by doing the same thing they were. Now I had taken the sidelines as my side healed, but it felt great being back out there, helping people achieve their goals.

I was back at my place a little after an hour. After a quick shower, I was effectively done with all I needed to accomplish and was alone, not knowing how to spend the next few hours. I turned on the sports channel and wracked my brain as to where we could go tonight. We’d gone out to a few restaurants but nowhere super nice. I wanted to go somewhere new and fun with Stella.

I had almost dozed off when I heard my phone go off. It was a text from Stella. I smiled while I read it.

Stella: Got done early. Come by my place

She didn’t have to ask me twice. I was there in fifteen minutes and couldn’t help but think about some pre-dinner fun in the bedroom. When I got to the door, there was a note on the door.

“You listen well. Door is unlocked. Make a stop in the kitchen for a taste.”

Chuckling, I was ready for her game. I quietly opened the door and made my way to the kitchen. Confused as to what I was looking for, I smiled when I saw the Post-it note on the fridge.

“Bottoms up, baby”

Inside the fridge, there was a shot with clear liquid in it. I drank it in one gulp, coughing when I realized it was tequila. I hated tequila. Inside the fridge, there was another note.

“Is it feeling hot in here? You should take your shirt off now and head to a spot to warm you up.”

I was getting hard thinking about what I was going to find at the end of the scavenger hunt. It was eerily quiet, and I was curious where I’d find her. I padded over to the fireplace, thinking it might be where she was talking about and nodded my head when I saw another note. And another shot.

“I’m SOAKED just thinking of you touching me. Down the shot and you might want to take off your shoes.”

I assumed that the soaked part hopefully meant in the shower so I downed the damn shot of tequila, took off my shoes, and headed for the bathroom. She’d hinted at being adventurous and breaking out of her norms sexually, but I was hard as fuck and the alcohol was warm in my belly.

As I made my way to the bathroom, I saw another note taped to the hallway wall.

“You want me baby?”

Fuck yes, I did. This delayed gratification was killing me, and I was dying to find her and fuck her senseless. I barged into the bathroom and found tags from an expensive lingerie store on the counter. She was driving me crazy. This time, in red lipstick, she wrote her hint on the bathroom mirror. And another shot.

“Making up for lost time. Down the shot and come and get me.”

I quickly took the shot, wiped away the excess liquid off my mouth with my forearm, and headed to the bedroom. She was mine. I opened the door, fully expecting her to be ready for me on the bed, but instead, I found another fucking note. The shot was on the nightstand and on the bed was a blindfold.

“You know what to do. Are you ready for me, Tate?”

I quickly took the shot and wrapped the blindfold around my eyes. I found my way to the middle of the bed and just as I started worrying if I needed to announce that I was ready, I heard her walking toward me. The liquid courage was racing through my body. I hadn’t had a drink in over a month, and my body was reacting like a teenager. I was horny, buzzed, and had one thing on my mind. Stella.

I felt her climb onto the bed and licked my lips in anticipation, still tasting the tequila. I was so worked up; I wasn’t sure how long I’d last. With my vision hindered, my other senses went into overdrive, and I could feel her every movement as she settled between my legs. The moment her hands wrapped around the bulge in my pants, I let out an involuntary hiss. Her giggles made me want to grab her and flip her underneath me, to show her who was in control.

I hated giving up control, but I sensed that she needed it. Her hand glided up and down, over the fabric, and I was almost ready to beg her to wrap those pretty little lips around my hard cock when I felt her hands move to the button and then the zipper of my pants. I lifted my ass to help her get my pants off, gave a silent
thank you,
and tried concentrating on anything that would make me last a minute or two longer.

“Fuck, Stells. I was not expecting—
oh shit
—this.” Normally, she’d play with the tip and balls a bit before diving deeper, but this time, she went head first and took all of me in her throat, causing her gag reflexes to kick in. “Atta girl. Take me deep, baby.” I was in heaven.

I was thankful that I was lying down because fuck if the room wasn’t starting to spin. I closed my eyes, but it just made me woozy. What spurred this on from her? Sure, she had talked about trying new things in bed, but this was elaborate and if her end goal was to turn me on, she should know that just having her in the same room was enough for me.

I was getting distracted. Fucking tequila. We weren’t friends anymore. I had the woman I was falling for with my cock in her mouth, and I was over thinking things. My mind wasn’t in it but my body was. I could feel the orgasm in my lower belly, and it was getting harder and harder to hold off.

That was when I felt it.

The pang in my chest that something was wrong.

Lifting my head and pulling the blindfold slightly over my eyes, that was when I saw her. Stella. In the doorway to the bedroom with tears streaming down her cheeks and the shot glasses clenched in her hands. My head wobbled from side to side as I started seeing double and then triple of her.

Not good. Not good at all.

“You deceiving bitch! Hide your trails next time, you lying, cheating whore! Get the fuck off him!” I heard her screams, but when I saw her coming toward me, I also felt the mouth that was on me start sucking harder, deep throating me completely. Her strokes were vigorous, and before I knew it, I was coming in her mouth. I couldn’t stop it even though I knew it was wrong.

“No! Oh God, no.” Stella was bawling close to my side from on the floor. Her cries were of pain, and I knew instantly that I was to blame. I should have known it wasn’t her blowing me. Stella always did this twisting motion with her tongue, and I didn’t get any of that. “How could you? He’s not yours.” Her cries made me want to cry. I hated that I hurt her.

“He enjoyed it, sis.” She started to get up off the bed and that was when it clicked. Opening my eyes, I saw Sophia slowly wiping my cum off her lips and sucking her finger just to show us what she had accomplished. She’d gotten me shitfaced and set it all up. It made sense now why she was nice and arranged the salon package for her sister. “Face it. You will always be second best to me. He squirted down the back of my throat, couldn’t hold back. Has he ever done that with you, Stella? Right. Get it through your head that this little fling you’re having with him is temporary. He uses women and tosses them aside once he sees something newer and prettier. I’m surprised it’s lasted this long, honestly,” she spit out at Stella, who was still on the floor next to me.

I had pulled up my pants and sat up on the bed, trying to stabilize myself before taking action. Sophia wasn’t going to go away easily, but this was not going to go on any further. Sophia was at the end of the bed, smiling at both of us like she’d won a damn prize. Stella, on the other hand, was falling to pieces on the floor.

“Sophia, if you only knew. I love this girl. She cared for me when I was injured, stood by me while I grieved, and has been on my mind every second of every day since the tragedy. Stella is who I dream about, who I compare every woman I see to, because she’s it for me. I’m not playing games anymore and for you to fuck with our lives, how sick and twisted are you? I thought I was missing out when we split in high school, but that was a blessing in disguise. You have a black soul, and you’ll get what you deserve. Cylas was a good man and would be alive now if it weren’t for you. Now get the fuck out!” I roared and fell to be next to Stella, who had her knees pulled up to her chest, tears still flowing freely.

I wasn’t sure what she had seen or what she thought.

Sophia huffed and stormed out but not before shouting, “Sloppy seconds, sis. Remember he’s been in my pussy every time he fucks you.” Once I heard the door slam shut, I pulled a tense Stella into my arms. Her head was lowered and her hair protected her from my view. What a shit storm.

I was livid. My blood was boiling as I processed what had just occurred. Sophia.
Did she just? The bitch fucking raped me!
Lord knew I was unaware as to whose lips were wrapped around—fuck! I had to get the vision out of my head. I wanted to punch a fucking wall, my fists so tightly wound. I tried to control my breathing, knowing Stella was in my arms. I needed to take care of her first; of the
us
that I hoped was still there. I needed to explain. She had to know the truth of what she walked into.

“I’m so sorry, baby. You had texted me and there were clues and I just went with it. I should have realized. I’m sorry, Stella.” Her body wracked with sobs, and she said nothing. I held her in my arms, hoping and praying that this wasn’t it for us. I hoped that we’d get over this hurdle and come out stronger on the other side.

In my heart, I knew it wouldn’t be that easy.

I THOUGHT IT WAS weird when my salon package ended an hour early with no update from Sophia, but I couldn’t argue with them since they said that was how it was booked. Sophia had probably told me wrong and didn’t bother confirming the details for me. It didn’t really matter; I was just excited to see Tate again. We’d seen each other just hours before, but I’d gotten worked up thinking about using the wax on each other tonight. I was almost skipping on my way home, I was so happy.

With the extra hour I now had, I figured I’d stop at home, grab my phone and my new sexy lingerie that had just come in this week, and head to Tate’s place to get the night started. I’d spent way too much money on the lingerie but seeing it online, I knew it’d turn him on. Fuck, it turned me on just thinking about wearing it for the first time.

When I put my key in the lock, it was met with no resistance.

Did I really leave my place unlocked?

I’d gone to Tate’s before my appointment because he wanted to show me the tickets he’d bought us and that was nearly five hours ago. I hated how forgetful I was lately.

I turned the knob and I noticed a few lights on, mainly in the kitchen and the light above the fireplace. Walking over to the island, it was then I saw the empty shot glass and a Post-it note.

Who’d been in my house? Were they still here?

My heart was beating out of my chest as my mind raced through different worst-case scenarios. I stood as still as could be and listened for anything or anyone to make their presence known. Looking around, seeing the shot glass and note, I grew more confused. The glass was empty but the note seemed suggestive and was written in a woman’s handwriting. Too neat for a man’s writing and I knew Tate’s was horrific.

Something seemed off.

Quietly, I took off my shoes so I would not make any noise and began looking around my place. Pillows were still placed neatly on the couch. The remotes were in order on the side table. The magazine I’d been reading on the couch was still on the same story I had left it opened to.

What in the hell?

That was when I saw the next shot glass. It seemed like a game. In my apartment. I grabbed the shot glass and started walking faster toward the other rooms. The guest bedroom was empty and untouched. When I got to the bathroom, I found the tags to my lingerie and yet another empty shot glass and note.

I didn’t want to walk into my bedroom. Somehow, I knew what I found would be the catalyst to heartache. If I didn’t go in there, I could pretend it wasn’t happening. I could feel him here. My heart clenched and I wanted to walk out the door and start the day over. I wanted my date with Tate and our late night romps in the sack. I wanted our trip, our future.

In that moment, I felt it was taken from me. Ripped from my bare hands and I had no say in the situation.

The whole thing played out in slow motion. I didn’t remember walking to my bedroom door, but once I saw him and her, together, I broke. I fucking broke and wanted nothing more than to crumble to pieces and cease to exist.