Sweet Little Lies ~ Abbi Glines Read online

  Beulah frowned. “That’s my job.”

  “Don’t care. Sit please. Relax.”

  ‘She sighed as she walked over to take a seat at the table. “What are you making?”

  I wasn’t sure yet. “Depends on what is in the fridge.”

  “I can look in the pantry,” she replied.

  That caused me to smirk in memory. “You head into that pantry and I’m following you inside.”

  Her cheeks turned pink immediately as she smiled.

  “Would that make you relax?” I asked her. Wondering if she wanted it. I’d thought after Geraldine busted us last time I’d never convince her to do it again.

  She lifted one shoulder. It was shy move. Damn.

  “Get in the pantry Beulah and pull your bottoms down to your ankles. Then bend over with your hands on the wall.” As I said it my dick began to stiffen.

  She didn’t pretend to be embarrassed. Instead, she moved quickly to the pantry. Fuck. I gave her enough time to get in the exact position I wanted her in. On my way inside I found the light switch and illuminated the dark room before closing the door.

  I turned to see Beulah’s bare ass up in the air and her head turned to look back at me. She stood bent at the waist. Her legs far apart and a clear view of her pussy and tiny ass hole.

  I kept my eyes on the area as I unzipped my jeans and pulled my dick out to begin rubbing it as I looked at her. Standing behind her, I continued slowly pumping myself and enjoyed the sight of her. She dropped her head and moaned. “Please, Stone.”

  Reaching a hand between her legs I found her already slick and ready. I played with her a moment and enjoyed the sounds of pleasure coming from her as her bottom wiggled. “You want to be fucked?” I asked as if it wasn’t obvious.

  “You know I do,” she said breathlessly.

  I grabbed her hips and eased in slowly. Enjoying the feel of her tight entrance sucking me in. Squeezing me. She began to move back against me anxious for me to bring her to a release. I wasn’t hurrying this. She wouldn’t admit it, but she liked the idea of being caught.

  “Stone, she won’t sleep very much longer. Hurry,” her voice was pleading.

  I continued to stroke in and out of her. Easy, slow, as if we had all the time in the world.

  “You worried she’ll hear you getting fucked? Or are you worried you won’t get to come?”

  “AH! Both.” She was louder this time.

  I pulled out of her and went down on my knees. Just before she could beg me to get back inside I covered her needy pussy with my mouth.

  “Oh God!” she cried and I smiled as her knees buckled. I licked between the folds then bit down hard on her inner thigh.

  “OH,OH,OH!” She was bouncing on my face now. I began flicking her clit with my tongue and she jerked hard then went back to bouncing and moaning. She’d forgotten where we were. Her cries weren’t muffled.

  “Oh yes, there, like that. Just, there, AH!” she was bucking wildly. Slapping my face and tongue with her hot wet vagina. All shyness was gone. Her modesty vanished. I pulled her swollen clit into my mouth and sucked. That was her breaking point.

  I had to hold both her legs as the gave out and she cried my name. Her body quivered above me. Picking her up, I turned her and picked her up. I sat her on my ready to explode dick. It slid in so quickly that she screamed and I had to cover her mouth with my own to muffle it.

  I lifted her up and down on my shaft while she panted my name. Her body was still trembling. Her eyes still lost in the erotic sensation. Pressing her back against the wall I slammed into her harder and lifted her knees to just underneath my armpits. My eyes locked on hers as I saw hers glaze when she shattered yet again.

  “STONE! I’m coming again.” She held onto me tightly and I shot my release inside her. We were supposed to be careful waiting for her doctor’s appointment. But I needed to feel this. “YES! It feels so good!”

  “That’s right. Take my seed baby,” I said hoarsely as I held her against me jerking with each shot of pleasure.

  I wanted forever.

  Beulah

  I HADN’T TOLD HIM ABOUT Jasper’s text messages. I should have. I don’t know why I didn’t. I’d been thinking about how to tell him and didn’t know if it would hinder rather than be positive. Then Stone had said he was going to fuck me in the pantry and that sounded better. It would be us joined. Close. I would be reassured he was there. With me. In me. No worry of Jasper or Portia. No concern of losing what all I’d found.

  My doctor’s appointment wasn’t until Friday and he’d come inside me again. That was three times now. Three times he had taken a chance. I wasn’t scared and I didn’t regret it. When he released in me I felt marked by him. It was a hedonistic feeling and it always pushed me further into my own release. The explosion was so beautiful I forgot everything around me.

  Luckily, Geraldine had slept another hour after our pantry session and when she finally came downstairs, we had already eaten chicken salad sandwiches and Stone had left. But at that moment, I hadn’t cared if the Pope walked in and caught us. As long as Stone kept making my world spin.

  My panties were damp. They had been all day reminding me of what we’d done. I had been able too focused on that and not Jasper. But now that I was home and Stone was here, I had to tell him. I didn’t want him to think I had been hiding anything from him. I had been, but simply because I was worried about how it would affect his relationship with Jasper. Also, I didn’t want to talk to Jasper.

  Climbing out of my car, I walked toward the door passing the spot where Portia had stood this morning. She had been warning me that I didn’t know the truth but I couldn’t expect the truth from her. She was the last person I would believe. I needed to tell Stone about that too.

  Inside the building it was quiet on the bottom floor. I’d seen two cars I didn’t recognize outside. Someone had company and it didn’t sound like Mack and Marty. Although both their vehicles were in the parking lot.

  On the second floor, things were equally quiet. I was about to go up the stairs to Stone’s floor when the door to Fiona’s apartment opened. She stepped out into the hallway and her eyes on me immediately. She looked like gorgeous like the last time I saw. Runway model ready.

  “I don’t like most people,” she began. “People annoy me in general. But you, I like. You’re the least annoying person I’ve ever met. And you got rid of Presley. “

  “Uh, thank you,” I replied feeling awkward. This was a strange but very nice conversation. I was glad I didn’t annoy her although we hardly knew each other, so I wasn’t sure I could even if I tried.

  “See that. Very southern and kind. Not chatty and shit. Anyway. Because I like you I wanted to warn you. His mother is up there with the bride she’s chosen for him. I’ve had the pleasure of meeting both crazy bitches more than once. You’re welcome to come in here and stay with us if you want. He’ll get rid of them soon enough.”

  Stone’s mother was here with the fiancé he didn’t acknowledge? I glanced up the stairs. I’d heard of Margot. Jasper had teased him with her, and Presley had mentioned her in anger.

  “He didn’t call or text me to tell me not to come. I don’t know if I should hide out or if he wants me to come up there,” I said my thoughts out loud.

  “Who gives a fuck what he wants? Those two are vipers. They’ll eat you alive.”

  I had the feeling Fiona didn’t do relationships. She seemed more of a take care of herself and not worry about the world kind of girl. Taking her advice probably wasn’t the best idea.

  “He may be counting on my showing up to save him.”

  Fiona rolled her eyes. “God, I swear you have lived a sheltered life. I’m telling you that you can’t save him. He’ll need to save you.”

  Feminine laughter drifted down the stairs. It didn’t sound like things were going badly inside. “I may come back if that’s okay. I think I should go upstairs and say hello since he didn’t send me a message saying otherwise.”<
br />
  Fiona shrugged. “I’ll leave the door unlocked. Knock and come on in. I’ll be on the balcony and may not hear you.”

  “Thank you,” I told her.

  “Good luck,” she replied.

  I smiled and she closed the door. With a deep breath that did little to calm me, I headed up the stairs and didn’t stop again until I was at the apartment door. I listened. I heard a female laugh again. There was another voice too but not as loud. This was his mother. He had spoken about her, but didn’t much care for her. She was still his mother and I needed to make a good impression. Glancing down at my clothes I winced. Not exactly how I would like to look meeting her the first time.

  Before I opened the door, I checked my phone one more time to see if he’d messaged me. Nothing. He was expecting me. I opened the door slowly and went inside.

  The voices were in the main room straight ahead. There was a tall woman standing there with dark hair that was perfectly styled and a dress that was both summery yet elegant. The heels she had on her feet however looked extremely painful. I had paused before closing the door behind me to decide who she was. Her head turned and the resemblance to Stone was unmistakable. Although she looked far too young to have a child his age.

  “Who is that?” she asked as she looked at me. There was no frown but I realized that the displeasure in her eyes meant she would be frowning if she could. Her face was tight. Not much movement. She’d had work done. Maybe she was old enough to have a son Stone’s age.

  Stone appeared and he moved with quick long strides until he reached me. His scowl and the tension rolling off his body was enough for me to know he hadn’t expected them and he didn’t want them here.

  “Who?” another female voice asked. The woman who I could only assume was Margot stepped into view. I didn’t get a good look at her before Stone blocked my line of vision.

  “Did you not get my message?” he asked.

  I shook my head.

  He put his hand on my shoulder. “I texted you two hours ago to stay at Geraldine’s until I called you”

  I shook my head again. “I have nothing.”

  He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “You don’t want to be here. I’m trying to get them to leave.”

  “I can go stay with Fiona,” I told him wishing I had.

  He studied me a moment as if he was trying to make up his mind. “It’s not that I don’t want you here. It’s that they are vicious. I prefer to keep you far away from them.”

  “Is that Margot?” I whispered.

  He frowned. “Yes. How do you know about her?”

  “Jasper, Presley. Your supposed fiancé has been mentioned a few times.” I was trying to make a joke but the scowl on his face made it obvious he wasn’t amused.

  “Winston, who is this girl that walked right into your apartment without knocking. Please tell me it’s the help and not another child of your father’s ex-wives.” His mother sounded amused with her last remark. Margot giggled.

  “Fuck them,” he muttered then turned around to face them with his hand splayed possessively on my back. “Mother, Margot, this is Beulah Edwards. She’s my girlfriend and she lives here.”

  If he’d slapped his mother and kicked her in the gut her expression could not have been more horrified. She even paled. Several shades actually.

  Margot let out a sharp laugh. I looked at her then. She was petite, beautiful, stunning even, and polished. Dark blonde hair that was silky and straight with blue eyes that reminded me of a swimming pool. The pink full lips seemed almost unnatural. “You can’t be serious,” his mother said.

  His hand gripped my waist this time and pressed my body tightly up against his own. “You’ll check your words, mother. Or you’ll leave my home.”

  “This isn’t your home. Manhattan is your home,” Margot drawled as if this was all very amusing.

  “And you’re not my mother. Nor are you family. I have no reason to issue you even a shred of hospitality. You can leave now.”

  Margot’s amused look turned to one of shock. Her eyes widened and she did a very good imitation of someone who had been offended.

  “Winston! You will not talk to her that way. Margot is practically your fiancé. How do you think this makes her feel?”

  “For the love of God woman, I have NEVER once acted like I was remotely interested in Margot romantically. Just because you decided I would marry her when I was ten does not constitute a fucking engagement. Both of you are delusional.”

  Margot walked regally toward the door where we were standing, briefly stopping just to the right of Stone. If eyes could cut someone, her glance could have sliced you open. “I won’t be waiting on you. I will move on.”

  “Thank you,” his replay was one of relief.

  She walked out not waiting for his mother. A lot less dramatic than Presley had been.

  “You’re letting her walk out?” his mother asked throwing her hand in the direction of the door.

  “I’m hoping you will follow suite,” he drawled.

  She threw her angry glare at me. “He’ll bore of you. It takes proper breeding and a brain to intrigue and challenge him.” She then stalked past us not looking at her son again.

  When she was gone, he closed the door and locked it. His shoulders sagged and he hung his head. I worried for a moment that he regretted sending them away.

  “Why can’t I have a mother who wants nothing more than to see me. Or simply call and check on me. Not bring her agendas to shove down my throat? My father has the worst taste in women.” He turned and looked at me. “I’m sorry you walked in on that. I tried to save you from it.”

  “I thought I wanted to meet your mother. She’s your family after all. I was wrong. But I am even more thankful for Geraldine than I was before.”

  He smiled at the sound of her name. “Why are you thankful for Gerry?”

  “Because she loved the little boy who needed it.”

  A softness touched his eyes and he held out a hand to me. “Come here.”

  I walked into his arms willingly and sighed with contentment as we stood there in the silence.

  His mother, Portia, Jasper, Margot—none of them matter. Just this. Just us.

  Jasper

  SECRETS WERE LIES IN THEIR own right. One couldn’t keep a secret without a lie. And we revered someone who could keep a secret, yet scorned those who lied. It was the same. They all melded together.

  Stone had been my brother since we were kids. Both raised by parents who neglected us. He was beaten regularly by his father while mine never laid a hand on me. Other than that, we were the same. We existed in the same world. He was expected to run a company he was to inherit. To carry on an empire that had never been his dream. Marry well. It didn’t matter if we didn’t love our wives. We’d be expected to have affairs. This was our world.

  It had been. It’s what I had finally accepted. Then Beulah had walked into my world and changed me. She made me want something real. Gave me a reason to smile. Parties meant to entertain me were no longer needed. The lost boy had been found.

  Immediately after I had found her and knew I loved her, she was taken so permanently leaving me with nothing. No hope. No chance at a future with her in it. Not even as a friend. It had ended abruptly.

  Glancing up at the building in front of me I felt guilt for this. Stone’s secrets had always been like my own. I’d take them to the grave. But he’d stolen her so easily. Without guilt or remorse. He’d facilitated the end of all contact I had with her. My fucking shattered heart was of no consequence to him. He’d said he was protecting her.

  From me? I adored her. I would stand in front of a motherfucking bullet for the woman. I didn’t care that we were related. I would have moved away with her. Changed my name and given up fortune if I could have her by my side. The blood in our veins didn’t make me love her less. Nothing ever would.

  She thought she knew Stone. She thought she was in love with him. Stone had his own set of secrets. A p
ast that made him not worthy of Beulah. He hated his father but he had reason. However, that hate had sent him spiraling out of control many times over the years and he’d let his father clean it up. He wasn’t the man Beulah believed him to be. He’d exposed the secrets that would keep her from me. I was only returning the favor.

  The pictures in my hand felt heavy with regret. I had fought doing this for weeks, not wanting to expose him. Even after he’d taken Beulah. I didn’t want to do it but I would because she deserved to know. She needed to know.

  The walk up the stairs to his apartment was a blur as I battled internally. She’d never be mine. I knew that. Our bloodlines would keep her from ever accepting us. But she wouldn’t stay here with him after she knew. If I couldn’t have her then she should be with someone worthy of her. Stone was stable now. He hadn’t acted out to spite his father in a couple years. But his past was there. It would be back to haunt him. He knew it just as well as I did.

  I rang the bell and waited. He wasn’t here yet. There would only be the short amount of time I had to show her. The worst at least. Many of his transgressions were that of a wealthy, damaged kid. But there was one. One that was a secret she wouldn’t be able to forgive him for.

  The door opened slowly and Beulah stood there staring at me nervously. She’d had to know it was me before she opened the door and she’d opened it anyway. She trusted me. She didn’t want to, but she knew I was innocent of my parents’ deceit.

  “I need to show you something,” I told her.

  “What?” she asked her voice shaky. She hadn’t sent me away. She wanted to know.

  “This,” I handed her the photos. They were the most damaging. Without words, she would be able to tell who it was. What she didn’t know. But the explanation as to where that little boy was now would be unforgivable. I knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t be able to accept it. Or understand it. I did. I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t have done the same at sixteen.

  Stone had come into her life because of me. He had exposed lies I hadn’t even known and then taken her from me. I was only being fair and I had done nothing wrong. My morals weren’t in question. Stone’s would be.