Filthy Beautiful Lust (Filthy Beautiful Lies, #3)

KylieIt’s been an amazing afternoon with Pace. I’d let my guard down completely. And with one little innocuous statement, my bubble is burst. I can’t just jet off for the weekend. He and I lead very different lives. And this time around, I won’t ignore the warning signs and try to make us into something we can never be. I’d be a fool to believe that weekends at home with a crying baby and cold grilled cheese sandwiches would be enough for a man like Pace. I’d made that mistake once with Max’s father-put my heart on the line-only to have it crushed when he left. I can’t go through that again. Won’t.

Pace is looking at me like he’s confused. He has no idea what changed between us in the span of ten minutes-in between me grinding up and down against his rather impressive erection, and then me being forced back into the reality of our very different lives.

“Kylie?” He sits up straight and reaches for me.

I shake my head. I won’t explain my sudden change of heart to him, because he’ll only try to rationalize it away. He’ll say it doesn’t matter, that he doesn’t mind canceling his weekend plans, and then three years from now, he’ll resent me for trying to control him. I like my life-I’m fine with my simple weekends at home with Max, but I know that won’t be enough for a man like Pace. He looks like he fell out of the pages of a J. Crew catalog-he’s effortlessly sexy and cool, and of course he’s flying a bunch of friends in a private jet to catch some band I’ve never even heard of. It’ll always be that way. There’s just too much distance between us. His family is insanely wealthy and are used to getting whatever they want. I’ll be celebrating my thirtieth birthday this year, and he’s just twenty-five, with a perfectly fit body, six-pack abs and a gleaming, white smile. He and I come from different worlds. And while it’s sweet of him to try, and I feel incredibly flattered by his attention, I know it’d never work in the long run. Best to put a stop to it now.

“I think it’s time for you to go, Pace.” I rise to my feet, and I watch as his expression hardens. As much as it hurts my heart to walk away now, it’d be a thousand times worse once Max and I are attached.

He reaches out for me, cupping his palm on my cheek. “Hang on a second. What happened there?”

Damn. I draw in a deep, steadying breath. He’s not going to drop it until I explain myself. “You’re nice, and you’re sweet to come here and hang out with us today, but I think we both know this would never work out anyhow.”

“I don’t know that.” His thumb skitters back and forth slowly across my skin and little tingles of pleasure from the simple touch remind me how very long it’s been since I’ve been so tenderly touched. Focus, Kylie.

I say the one and only thing I know he cannot argue with. “I’m just not ready.”

He rises to his feet and watches me. The pulse in his neck is jumping, and his hands are clenched into tight fists. He looks like he wants to argue with me, but something stops him.

“It was sweet of you to come over and bring Max a gift today, but this isn’t going anywhere.”

Pace looks dejected. He reaches into his pocket and places a business card in my hand. “If you need anything while Colton and Sophie are out of town, call me.”

I nod.

Pace leaves and since Max is still asleep, I head to my room and fall heavily onto the bed, curl into a ball, and cry.

I cry for my lonely heart, I cry for my fatherless son, I cry because I just kicked a beautiful, thoughtful man out of my house, and I hate myself for it. I wish that he would have fought for me. But why would he? With each encounter we’ve had, I’ve ended it by telling him that we’d never work. He was bound to start believing me sooner or later, and maybe this time it stuck.

When I go out on a date again, it’ll be with someone who’s looking for a serious commitment. I’ve been down the seemingly reformed player road before, and we all know how that turned out. And Elan’s manwhore-like past had been much further behind him than Pace’s. But when I found out I was pregnant, he left. He left me and the little body growing inside me without so much as a backward glance.

I live with absolutely no regrets though. I can’t imagine life without Max. He keeps me steady. He grounds me. Just knowing there’s someone who relies on me for literally everything-his food, safety, and comfort, it’s humbling. And the moment I laid eyes upon him after twenty hours of labor, I made him a promise that I would never let him down.

I wipe away my foolish tears and close my eyes. I’m so tired. Exhausted actually. Being strong all the time is tiring. My body feels heavy against the mattress, and my breathing slows. Just as I feel myself falling under, Max begins to cry.

I climb from bed, forcing on a smile as I prepare to do it all over again.

Here we go.

Pace

The blonde bobbing up and down on my cock is slobbering too much. Her noises are too fake, her hair is too platinum, but mostly she’s not Kylie.

It’s been a week since I’ve seen her. A week since I’ve heard that sweet baby giggle, and watched them interact as mother and son. My erection threatens to fade, and I thread my fingers in her hair, pushing her head up and down. The satisfaction I get from her mouth is minimal, but it’s better than my own hand on my dick, which has been a nightly occurrence since I’d watched Kylie get herself off by rubbing against me.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Take me deep,” I growl.

Blondie’s moans increase in volume, but thankfully, so does her suction.

“Don’t stop,” I tell her, keeping one hand on the back of her head to show her how I need it.

When I picture Kylie’s careful composure crumbling as she took her pleasure from me, a fresh surge of blood pumps south, making me fully hard again. I remember her whimpers and how full and soft her breasts felt in my hands, and I come with a roar, burying my hands in Blondie’s hair as I release in her mouth.

The orgasm doesn’t even come close to satisfying the feelings of discontent stewing inside me. I’ve never been flat out rejected by a woman. At least not until Kylie. Turns out I don’t like it. Not one bit.

I tuck my flaccid dick back into my pants and zip up. Blondie is watching me expectantly. Knowing that I won’t see her again, I don’t care that she hadn’t gotten off. I know that makes me an asshole, but I don’t care.

Just as I’m looking for the words to get her out of my office, my cell phone starts ringing. I fish it from my pocket, thankful for the distraction from Blondie’s watery blue eyes. A number I don’t recognize flashes on the screen and normally I’d let it go to voicemail, but something tells me I need to pick it up.

“Hello?”

“Pace? It’s Kylie. I need you.” Her voice is weak, and she sounds scared.

My stomach tightens, and my heart begins pounding. “Where are you?”

“At the emergency room.”

“What happened? Is Max okay?” My tone is almost frantic and a sour feeling pooling in the pit of my stomach.

“He’s fine. It’s actually me… I took a bad fall. Can you come get me?”

“Of course. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

“Thank you.”

Blondie’s frown tells me she’s not happy about the half of the conversation she overheard. Too fucking bad. Kylie needs me, and I will be there for her.