Page 20 of Deceitful Dreams

“Touch yourself. Come on my cock, baby. I need to feel you.”

I slide my hand between us, circling my clit as I clamp down on him. It won’t take much to set me off, just the stretch of him inside me puts me on edge.

“Come inside me,” I beg as the height of my arousal starts to peak and tip over.

“Always,” he grunts, and I feel him growing larger, pushing to the end of me. My body lights up with flames of ecstasy as I come. Wyatt drops his body on mine, pressing against me as he moans into my neck. His cock throbs as his cum spills endlessly into my pussy. I pull his mouth to mine, devouring the taste of him as we rock slowly together through our releases.

“Stay with me,” I plead.

His face twists in pain and he wraps his arms around me as he turns us onto our sides. “I’ll stay as long as I can, baby.”

It isn’t what I want, but I know I am being unreasonable. It doesn’t make the ache in my heart go away though.

Chapter Eleven

Sophie

Pushing my headphones off, I pause my music at a muffled noise and listen for another. I thought I heard something, but I know I am alone in the house. My mom is at work, and Wyatt left soon after to do whatever he does. I read in the sun, setting up under the kitchen window with a towel and a cushion from the patio chair.

“I don’t understand what’s going on, Wyatt.” My mom’s angry voice carries through the open window above me.

A rock drops into my stomach. I knew this was going to happen eventually. In the week since I’ve gotten home, my mom and Wyatt have both made themselves scarce, but for different reasons. I know my mom is stuck with an extensive project at work, but Wyatt seems to only want to come around the house at night. They don’t know I’m out here, and I know I should leave to give them privacy for whatever they’re going to say, but I’m frozen to the ground.

“I already told you, Mary. It’s nothing. Just not feeling up to it,” Wyatt replies.

Her scoff is loud. “Since when? Before you left, you never turned me down. And now it’s been over three weeks since you’ve touched me.”

My mouth drops open at her confession. A smug happiness swirls in my chest. I don’t like to think about the nights that Wyatt doesn’t sneak into my room, preferring to be ignorant of what might be happening down the hall.

A sigh rings out. “I just have a lot on my mind.”

“That’s bullshit. A stupid excuse men use when they don’t want to fuck you,” my mother spits out.

A weird jealousy stirs in my heart. She’s fighting so hard to fuck her husband. I won’t even be surprised if Wyatt caves just to appease her, but I hate her for it. Even if she had him first.

“Really, Mary? And the days you don’t want to have sex because of work? Should I be accusing you of spewing bullshit?” Wyatt says, the annoyance in his voice loud and clear.

It’s silent so long that I’m tempted to peek through the window to see if they’re still there. But fear of what I might see stops me from doing that. Finally, there’s another long sigh and the click of heels that move closer to the window.

“Whatever, Wyatt. I’m just saying I’m sick of it. I have needs too.”

She doesn’t wait for his reply as the door to the backyard slides open, and she closes it behind her. My mom moves to stand against the wall next to the door, out of sight of both windows. Pulling a pack out of her pocket, she lights a cigarette as she stares up at the sky and smokes it.

I watch her for a moment, a strange sadness aching inside me. There were so many times growing that I wished she cared. Half the time I was convinced she didn't care about anything or anyone but herself.

She startles when she notices me, holding a hand to her chest.

I give her a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”

Taking a long drag of her cigarette, she stares at me for a moment before walking over to sit next to me. “Sorry you had to hear all that,” my mom says.

I shrug, my nose wrinkling at the smell. I’ve always hated that she smokes. “It’s okay. I didn’t want to draw any attention. Sounded like an important conversation.”

She snorts, rolling her neck as she lets out a sigh. “Yeah, I guess. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother dating at all. You’re still young, if you learn anything from me, it’s that you need to know your worth.”

Her words lash at my deepest insecurities. I’m not so naive that I don’t know that what Wyatt and I are doing makes us horrible people. But it doesn’t feel horrible in the moment, when we’re together. It feels right, as if this is how it’s supposed to be.

“Why did my dad leave?” I ask suddenly.

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