Sweet Little Lies ~ Abbi Glines Read online

  “You weren’t,” I barked more than replied and went inside before he could say more. I was almost to my floor when I realized he was still out there. She’d be home soon. Knowing how he felt, I didn’t want him waiting on her if that was what he was doing. Pausing, I started to turn around when the door opened and I heard Shay say, “I got the damn pie. Jesus stop bitching.”

  “It’s about time you did something right,” Mack replied.

  “When I had your dick down my throat and you were shouting for me to swallow it all I didn’t hear any complaints,” Shay shot back at him.

  “Baby, you want me putting you on your knees and doing it again then keep talking. I have thought of little else since you took my entire load then licked those fat lips of yours.”

  It was quiet then. I didn’t move simply because I didn’t want them to know I’d heard this interaction. It wasn’t my business. Although the reminder that Beulah wanted my dick in her mouth had me hardening as they discussed it.

  “Maybe that’s exactly what I want,” Shay replied.

  “Marty won’t be here for another thirty minutes. Get your hot little ass inside and get on your knees.”

  “Will you shoot it on my face this time?”

  “Hell yes, I will,” he replied.

  The door opened and closed quickly behind them. Turning, I went into my apartment fully erect. Knowing that Shay was taking Mack right now the way I wanted Beulah to take me was fucking with my head. It hadn’t been my conversation to overhear, but I’d heard it nonetheless.

  I turned on lights as I went through the house and waited impatiently for Beulah to get home. I knew she cooked dinner for Gerry and they ate together. I loved that she did it. But right now, I needed her more than Gerry did.

  I began pacing the living room when the door finally opened.

  I walked to the entrance to see her standing there. Her cheeks pink with anticipation. She was thinking about it. I wasn’t the only one aroused. Her eyes said enough.

  I began unzipping my jeans, my willpower long gone. I didn’t even have to say anything. She was in front of me slowly lowering herself to her knees. No words. Nothing. Just the excited gleam in her eyes. My cock throbbed and I felt pure adoration for the woman now kneeling in front of me.

  She touched the sensitive swollen head then lifted her eyes back to meet mine. “Tell me what to do,” she said. “I want to do it right.”

  She could lick it like a damn lollipop and I’d explode. I was that far gone. Having her mouth that close to my arousal was enough for me. But she was sincere. She wanted to know.

  “Slid it into your mouth. Suck on it like you would a lollipop. Run your tongue over it. Take it as deep as you can.”

  She studied the throbbing monster in her hand then did exactly as I said. I watched as my knees began to buckle at the sight. Her mouth was like a fucking vacuum as she sucked hard. The moan of pleasure that came from her vibrated through my dick and sent a thrill through the rest of my body.

  “That’s it,” I encouraged her. She sucked eagerly. She needed the reassurance she was doing it right. “Suck it, baby. It feels so damn good.”

  She sucked even more vigorously. With more energy. When the swollen head of my cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged, I grabbed her head and groaned. I hadn’t even asked for it and she’d known.

  “Oh yeah. That’s it. Take it all. Make me come.”

  My words made her suck harder and seemed to spur her on. The tighter and quicker her mouth moved, the more I had to restrain myself. Images of me shooting my load all over that pretty mouth and face made me leak. I was ready for it. To see my come dripping from her chin.

  “Yeah, fuck, that’s good. Fuck, baby. Suck my dick.” Words were coming from my mouth without my even realizing what I said. I was lost in the sensation. My hands fisted in her hair and I began pumping into her mouth.

  “Hot little mouth. Fucking owns me. Take my dick. I’m gonna come until you gag on it.” The words sounded hard as I said them. My pounding pulse and the way she sucked wilder, clamping down harder with each nasty thing I said made me worse.

  “Take it. Take that dick. Give it to me. That’s it sweetheart. Suck it.”

  And she did. Harder, faster. Hungrier than any woman I had ever seen.

  “AH! Beulah! I’m coming! I am fucking coming!” I cried out in case she needed to move. She didn’t. Her hand stayed on my shaft as she pumped the head into her mouth even faster.

  My first shot went directly into her mouth. The vision made me lose all other thought. I began growling for her to take it and slamming into her mouth. My legs felt weak as I shook from the euphoria.

  When my vision began to clear, I saw the come I’d shot all over her face. Dripping off her chin. Her eyes were wide with wonder as she gazed up at me. If anything deserved to be saved this image did. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

  Her tongue slipped out and she licked at the come still clinging to her lips. I trembled as I watched her. “Fuck me,” I whispered.

  “I’d like to. But first we both need a shower.” Her tone was teasing but I knew I’d be fucking her soon. She wanted it. I wanted it. I always wanted it. This, however, just became a very close second.

  “Thank you,” I said not knowing the right words to say. I’d never discussed this with another woman after.

  “For what exactly?”

  Grinning I pulled my pants up then reached for her hands and helped her stand. “For sucking my cock like a fucking pro dressed like an angel.”

  She wiped the come from her chin. “Was that the polite way of saying I sucked you like a prostitute?”

  I hesitated then nodded.

  She laughed.

  I tugged her against me. “You’ve ruined me,” I whispered against her head.

  “How?”

  “I want you with me all the time. You’re all I think about. I love Gerry and I’d do anything for her, but I’m jealous of her because she has you all day. How fucked up is that?”

  Beulah leaned and curled into me. “You may not always feel this way. This . . . this frenzy . . . It can’t always last. Can it?”

  I wasn’t sure. I hoped so but then again how could I function normally if it did. I answered in a way I knew I was telling the complete truth.

  “I’ll always be intoxicated by the sight of you.”

  She pulled back and stared up at me. She said nothing for a moment. I waited for her to think about my words and I wondered myself when such poetic shit had started coming to me so easily.

  “You’re my fate, Stone.” She repeated my words back to me. And I understood what she was saying. This was more. More than we had the words to express.

  Beulah

  STONE HAD LEFT BEFORE ME this morning. Geraldine had a doctor’s appointment and Stone said he needed to take her. Geraldine didn’t go to her appointments willingly and if her sanity snapped while there, she was even more difficult. He didn’t want me dealing with it. I had argued that I could handle it but he wouldn’t listen.

  He had told me to sleep in and eat breakfast. I would head over to her house at nine. They wouldn’t be back until eleven but I could get started on my daily chores. I thought I should have gone with them to the doctor so I could see what to expect and learn how to deal with her. Stone couldn’t always take her. I needed to be able to do it.

  Arguing with Stone was pointless. I let it go. Sleeping an hour later was nice. The morning sun was bright as I stepped outside. I looked forward to the feel of fall air. We still had a while before that happened though.

  Squinting against the sun it took me a moment to realize that the woman stepping out of the silver Mercedes was Portia. After that registered with me, panic quickly set in. Stone was gone. What did she want? How did she know where I was? What if this was about Heidi?

  Her lifestyle hadn’t changed. The white tennis outfit she was wearing said as much. She was headed to the club for tennis. Jasper had left her as she
had been. Even after knowing what she’d done. There had been no consequences. He’d taken nothing from her.

  “Don’t look so surprised to see me. The world Stone and I circulate in talks. I’ve known where you were since day one. Without Jasper telling me.” Her tone was haute. As if talking to me was a waste of her time.

  “Why are you here?” I asked as anger began to take the place of anxiety.

  “To discuss my son,” she replied with annoyance. “He left Savanah, and although that is a relief, he’s also so angry with me for the truths I protected him from that he won’t speak to me. He won’t accept my phone calls. He blames me for this.” She waved her hand at the building behind me. “You’re living with Stone is my fault. Losing you is all my fault. So I am being punished.”

  “If he’s not speaking to you it’s because you gave his sister away and lied about it.” The disgust I felt was clear in my words.

  She slid her sunglasses to the top of her head so that I had to look at her eyes. The slight roll of them made me want to slap her. “We both know Pam was a better mother. Don’t act as if I did that child an injustice. I gave her a much better life than she would have had with me. As for Jasper, he’s not that deep. If you fell for that, you’re even more naïve than I thought. He is angry because he lost you. Like a kid who had his toy taken away.”

  There was no remorse. Nothing. Seeing her so unattached to a child she gave away was horrible. She had no idea the beauty she’d missed by not knowing Heidi. I was thankful she didn’t want to take her from me. I didn’t want Heidi in that world. This woman was evil.

  “You’re right. Our mother was the best. Heidi was given the love she deserved and we were blessed with the joy she brings to life. And everyone around her. You’ll never know that though. How precious and wonderful she is.”

  Portia shifted her stance impatiently. “I’ve heard you sing her praises enough. I get it. You’re exactly like my sister. I’m not here to discuss that. I’m here to talk about Jasper. He isn’t going to forgive me until you talk to him. You need to give him a reason not to hate me. You’re cousins. Yes. But maybe I was harsh. There’s no need for anyone to know that. Two hundred years ago cousins were expected to marry. It wasn’t incest.”

  I stood there in horror as she tried to make Jasper and I falling in love sound okay. Did she think I had been waiting on her approval? Shaking my head, I walked past her toward my car. I had no reason to stand here and talk to this woman. She was insane. She had no right to talk to me.

  “You think you know it all. You don’t. There are things you don’t know. Secrets Stone knows and hasn’t told you,” she called out after me.

  I paused. More lies. I was so tired of the lies.

  “I know enough to stay away from you. That’s what I know.”

  The nasty smirk on her face was almost intimidating. “You’ll regret this.”

  I jerked open the car door. “All I regret is spending any time this morning listening to you spit out more lies. You’re selfish Portia. If life isn’t what you want, you manipulate it until it is.”

  That seemed to hit a mark. Her eyes flared with anger. She didn’t want to hear the truth. Someone who couldn’t speak the truth wouldn’t want to hear it.

  “One day, you’ll wish you’d listened to me.”

  The words meant nothing to me. She meant nothing to me. She was my mother’s sister. She’d given life to my sister. But she was an empty heartless being I wanted nothing to do with her. The help she’d given me was out of guilt. It hadn’t meant she had a heart. She’d been covering a lie. One that had come out. One she still hid from her world.

  “He’ll contact you soon. Then you’ll know.” Her warning was the last thing I would hear from the woman. I was getting away from her.

  I climbed into my car and closed the door leaving her there. Jasper must have cut her off financially. She’d been desperate enough to come here to see me. He must be doing something to make her life difficult. I felt better about that. Jasper was a good man. I believed that. I didn’t want to be disappointed in him. He was stronger than his mother.

  As I pulled out of the gate, I glanced in my rearview mirror to see Portia getting back into her car. I’d have to tell Stone about this. He wouldn’t like it. I didn’t want to upset him but I wasn’t going to keep any secrets from him either.

  My phone dinged with a new text message. I was driving and didn’t take it from my purse to check. Whatever it was could wait. Hopefully it wasn’t Stone and I wasn’t late.

  Heading into the traffic I fought against thinking about all the things Portia had said. Trying to understand them was ridiculous. She was a crazed alcoholic who wasn’t getting what she wanted. Good for Jasper. It was time he stood up to her.

  My phone began to ring and I ignored it again. I would check it when I was stopped in Geraldine’s driveway.

  Two more messages later, I pulled through the gate and came to a stop to check my phone. I never got that many messages.

  Three texts from Jasper and a missed call.

  The text messages started with, We need to talk.

  Then, Please answer my call.

  And the last, Beulah I’ll come back to see you if you don’t answer me.

  I read all three texts twice before putting my phone in my purse. I continued up the driveway until I was parked in front of the house.

  My stomach roiled. Dread weighed heavily on my chest.

  Lies. So many lies. I didn’t want to hear them. I wanted to close that door and move on with the happiness I’d found with Stone. My brief time with Jasper was jaded now with the truth. I couldn’t get jerked back to that again. I wanted it over.

  Another text came through. This is important. You are and will always be the most important thing in my life.

  I couldn’t bring myself to face whatever this was now. I silenced my phone and got out of the car to head inside. I had work to do. I had Stone’s arms to feel safe in. I would fight for this. My world I’d found through so much pain. It had led me to more than I imagined.

  Stone

  BEULAH’S EYES WERE SO DAMN expressive. I knew the moment I walked into Gerry’s house that something was wrong. Even when she smiled sweetly at me. The haunted look was there. She was hiding something.

  I waited until Gerry went upstairs to take a nap from her early morning outing. I wasn’t leaving without talking to Beulah. She had something to tell me. When Gerry was gone, Beulah made herself busy cleaning the kitchen and didn’t make eye contact with me. I studied her waiting to see if she’d tell me what was wrong or if she’d continue to clean nervously.

  The cleaning continued. After a few minutes, she glanced up at me. “Can I make you some lunch?”

  “No,” I replied.

  She was nervous. Anxious even. But she wasn’t talking. I was going to have to push harder. “Beulah,” I said.

  She tensed. Preparing herself.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  She bit her bottom lip as her eyes stayed on me. “Portia came to the apartment this morning.”

  Portia? What the fuck did she want? “Why?” I asked.

  She shrugged. “I didn’t give her time to really explain, but what I did hear was she wanted me to talk to Jasper. He’s making her life difficult from what I gathered.”

  It hadn’t been about Heidi. When I had spoken to Jasper I had been very clear about the repercussions that would follow if either he or Portia pursued the DNA test with Heidi. He had backed down. It wasn’t that I didn’t want him to know his sister if that was his true intention. If he’d been sincere I would have helped him work through it with Beulah so that she was secure. But when I had told him that this wasn’t going to bring him closer to Beulah and that he’d be putting more of a wall between them than was already there, he had immediately backed down. He admitted that he missed Beulah. He wanted to be a part of her life. He never mentioned Heidi again.

  Jasper was a good guy. I knew that more than anyone
. But I also knew he was weak. He had a tendency to act impulsively and regretted his choices later. And when things were tough, he ran. Just like he’d done when his father passed away. He’d returned to Savannah this summer to take responsibility of the empire that was left to him. He needed direction. He relied on me for advice.

  Beulah had changed that. He’d decided to leave Savannah without asking me. It was his first move on his own. However, it was also a way of running. I had been waiting for it. Knowing he’d stop fighting for her. It wasn’t his nature.

  “Do you want to talk to Jasper?” I asked. Beulah was her own woman. Although I didn’t see a reason she should talk to Jasper I wouldn’t be keeping her from it if she wanted to.

  “No. We have nothing more to say. We had our closure.”

  I agreed. But the Van Allan closet wasn’t empty just yet. I didn’t know what exactly was still hiding in there but I knew it was there. Lurking. Waiting.

  “Do you want me to handle this?”

  She shook her head. “No. Just let it go away on its own. There is no reason to cause drama. I don’t want you to lose your friendship with Jasper over me.”

  I had already lost it. Mostly. I didn’t tell her that though. Losing what I had with Jasper was worth having Beulah by my side. For the first time in my life I was happy. I was complete.

  “I can at least make sure Portia doesn’t get on the property again. I’m sorry that happened.”

  “You don’t have to apologize. She surprised me. She’s desperate.”

  She was a self-serving bitch. But I didn’t have to say it. Beulah knew. Reminding her that the woman who gave birth to her sister was a horrible person was pointless.

  I wasn’t ready to leave Beulah alone yet. I wanted to stay here and watch her relax. Her shoulders hadn’t eased. She was still upset.

  “Sit down, Beulah,” I told her as I walked over to where she stood. She tuned to me and I pulled her in my arms and kissed her softly on the lips. “Sit down. I’m making us lunch. I’ll make enough for Gerry too. She can have it when she gets up.”