Deception's Game (The Misses Book 2)

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Lana re-situated herself on her bed, pulling her knees close to her chest. Her quiet crying had turned into breath-taking heaving. Reeza was the first woman she had ever been with. She was the first person to show how it felt to be alive. She thought about the time they f****d behind that couch on the party boat. How she experienced her first threesome with Reeza and her uncle. No matter how weird that sounded, it was an experience she wouldn’t take back.

“We just f****d!” She yelled out at the television. Her fiancé was wrapping up the question and answer session with the media. He had green eyes just like Travis. “Grayson.” She whispered. He was straight off of the front cover of a fashion catalogue. His chiseled frame was easily distinguishable through his finely tailored suit. While he talked, the impression that he gave was that Reeza was his world. The fact that he was a renowned physicist and not just some wealthy playboy was like a grand gut punch in the side.

Lana laid on her side, unable to cull the typhoon that swooned across her face.

—-

When the sun shone through the curtains of her room, it awoke her from her slumber, but it did not vanquish the darkness in her heart. She rolled over and looked at the clock through swollen eyes, it was almost time to meet Beck in Puerto. They had been so anxious to see each other before their normal day that she had planned to drive out to Puerto so that they could be together for the night, but Reeza put a halt to that.

Technically, they didn’t have to meet in Puerto. Reeza no longer cared about their relationship, but Lana had not told Beck. She wanted a little more time under Reeza. In order to get that time without Beck being worried, she needed to keep the farce up.

She waded out of her bed, trying hard to get her body to move. She was a little over two months pregnant but she felt like she was already 4, maybe 5 months in. Turning the faucet on full steam, she stared into the mirror.”The audacity of this 35-year-old crying over a 23-year-old woman.” She scoffed at herself.Her words didn’t stop tears from rolling down her face.

After she finished getting dressed, she exited her bathroom. She checked the clock and panicked. She was almost an hour late for leaving. Somehow, she had gotten lost in the void of her bathroom. Rushing to find her phone, she had received a message from Beck.”Meet in room 345.” Beck was getting bold. They didn’t text because Lana was sure Reeza had bugged her phone.

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Beck sat on the edge of the bed trying to wait patiently for Lana to knock on the door. She should’ve been there by now. Not only did she order a meal for them, she had roses brought in to present Lana with. With just a satin robe on, she would take Lana the moment she opened the door for her. That was the plan. But her plan required Lana.

She was sure the events of the prior evening would have Lana in a funk. She imagined she had spent the night crying. Beck thought about showing up at her house and lying with her, but that would call too much attention to their relationship, especially if she was followed. After seeing Grayson, Beck could not understand why Reeza cared so much about her and Lana. She had her own hunk of a man to love her unconditionally.

Time seemed to be flying by, but still there was no Lana. She laid back on the bed staring at the ceiling. After thirty more minutes,she moved further into the bed, then dosed.

Not too long after she fell asleep, someone pummeled the door with knocks. She pushed herself to get out of bed and slowly made her way to the door. When she opened it, Lana fell into her arms.

“I’m so sorry. I lost track of time.” She whispered to her lips. Beck moved her hair to the side then kissed Lana’s trembling lips. Her tears dampened Beck’s face.

“Please stop crying.” She held Lana tight while using her foot to push the door closed.

“Why though? Why does she treat me like some pawn?”

“I can’t explain or understand the purpose behind her actions. All I can do is lick your wounds and relieve some of your pain.”

Lana gently pulled away from Beck and looked at the robe. Beck watched her as she pressed her hands into her robe. The cold of her finger tips caused her p***s to flinch.

She watched Lana take her length in her hand and slowly massage it, “Please take care of this pain.” Lana's tongue moved across her lips. Beck’s length jumped under her robe as she thought of the many ways to taste Lana.

Turning towards the closest wall, she hoisted Lana up against it. She wanted to destroy her pain as soon as possible. Letting her robe fall from her shoulders, she held Lana against the wall with her hips, pushing her arms above her head. The position moved Lana's shirt above her belly button, showing her beautiful skin. Beck ran her fingers along the ridge of her shirt, pulling it above her breasts.

As they buoyantly bounced out, she took her n****e into her mouth then continued to lay kisses up her neck.

Her smell. The warmth of her breath heated Beck's lips as she pressed her face to Lana's.

She kissed her deeply, focusing on the way Lana’s hardening n*****s bounced around her own and how much she loved that Lana always wore a skirt on their dates. Beck’s length had found its way into the front of her panties. The unmitigated feeling that came from grinding on her made her impatient. She wrapped her free arm around Lana's waist and hoisted her off the floor.

Her panties weren't enough to keep Beck's bulge at bay. Lana moaned loudly and quickly put her legs around her hips. Lana’s insides felt like a wet suction tunnel, conforming to the contours of her p***s, seeking the best formation to please her.

She released Lana’s arms to concentrate on holding her gyrating hips. Beck wanted to f**k Lana until she couldn’t handle it anymore, but Lana seemed to have the same idea. She held her arms around her neck, tightly digging her hips into her pelvis, pushing Beck as far into her as possible..

Beck gripped her ass as the tempo of their dance increased, their legs braided together, keeping their juices packed between them. “Lana..shit.” Beck whispered as they came in each other’s arms.

Beck carried Lana to the bed and laid her down, removing her shirt, then her skirt and panties. She pushed her tongue into Lana’s, still twitching, slit. her hips pressed upwards hard into her mouth, prompting Beck to find a more suitable position. She sat up a little out of breath then laid next to Lana.

She spoke a command Lana would graciously follow. “Sit on my face.” Beck held her ass and engulfed her slit. As she held each cheek in each of her hands, she thought about pressing her finger into Lana’s ass. So she did. Lana jumped at first. Beck was sure she startled her. As her body acclimated to her fingers, she grabbed the back of Beck’s head.

Beck mentally screamed, “Yes, f**k my face! c*m in my mouth!” As she stared up at Lana's jiggling breasts. Lana let out a harsh breath as her body thunderously shook. Beck watched her mouth her name as she rubbed her tongue through Lana’s quivering slit.

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The night and the morning were filled with their names. And as always she could feel the overwhelming sensation of having Beck deep inside her. She wanted to stay longer but she needed to get home and prepare for work. There were words that needed to be said and confrontations to be had.

When she got to the office she went straight to Reeza’s floor. The lights were still dimmed in the waiting room. As she went to grab the handle to Reeza’s office, she could see another person’s silhouette on the other side. The door slowly opened and he appeared.

“Lana? Right?” The tall dark-haired man asked.

Lana searched for the answer to his question but couldn’t speak.

“I will take that as a ‘yes’. I will see you tonight, Honey.” The man smiled and walked passed her. Reeza’s lipstick was slightly smeared and her clothes mildly disheveled. It was obvious what was going on.

“Well you are here early.”

“I know you always try to get here early on Mondays. You’ve been doing that for some time now. I guess that's the only thing about you that's reliable.” Lana smirked.

“Don’t start that shit.” Reeza growled.

“How could you? Even if the US right now isn't where we used to be, you’ve been with this person for years? CORRECT?” Lana walked closer to Reeza. She wanted to slap her lying lips.

“He let me play for a couple of years while he finished his doctorate. You just happened to be my last ‘toy’. Don’t get your panties in a bunch. We had fun didnt we?"

Lana jumped towards Reeza, she was about to grab her shoulders but quickly decided against it. “I’m not a toy.”

“Then why are you so wound up?” Reeza’s sneering, unapologetic face was painful to watch.

Before she could react, Reeza cupped her chin, squeezing her cheeks to the point where she had duck lips. She ran her tongue over Lana's oddly formed lips then said, " When I want to f**k you I will. Regardless of my or your relationship status."