Chapter 17
Beth
Jacob had an official court date now, and it was one week away. He’s had some late nights with his lawyers preparing for anything imaginable that Candy’s lawyers could bring up in the coming week. I was also provided a list of questions in case I was brought to the stand or if our characters were questioned. The lawyers said that it was not likely, but anything could happen so I should be prepared. One way or another, I would be painted as the other woman, the person breaking up this so-called marriage even though that was far from the truth.
Shit was getting real now that we had a date and what was even worse was that Tyson needed me back at the office for a few days for help with a report he was working on that I couldn’t do from Vegas. I’ve been working off and on from our hotel room, but sometimes it’s just better to be there in person doing things instead of directing someone to find something in our office. I didn’t want to leave Jacob’s side, but he was insistent that I went back home for a few days.
“You need a break from this shit.” he had said to me.
“So do you,” I retort.
He shakes his head. “I will get my break when this is over. And it’s almost over. Just because this is happening, I never expected you to put your life on hold.”
“You’re a part of my life, Jake.” I say softly.
“I know, and I’m glad for it.” he says tenderly, while caressing my cheek.
Leaving Jacob at the airport was difficult, but it was only a few days. When Tyson picked me up, we went straight to a favorite pub. It’s one that we would go to frequently in the city for after work drinks and snacks, or when he was being a bonehead with Allison.
We’re silent for several moments after we’re seated. The comfortable silence continues once our drinks are in our hands and even after we place our orders for dinner. I’m rolling the beer in my hands and Tyson is just staring into his glass.
“Are you happy?” he finally asks, breaking the silence.
“Is that why you asked me to come back home? To see if I was happy?” I raise my eyebrow.
“Of course not. I actually do need your help. I’m driving Allison crazy and I think she quit on me.” He sips his beverage.
“She quit?”
“She told me to shove my demands and that I was insane. She told me that she wasn’t helping me anymore.”
I laugh.
“So really, B, are you happy?” Tyson’s tone turns serious.
“Yes. Despite everything that’s happening, I’m happy. Jacob makes me happy.”
“And he’s treating you… good? Not as if you are an object?”
“He is.” I nod. “Believe it or not, the Jacob that I thought I knew is not at all like the real Jacob that I know now.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s not a pig.”
Tyson almost chokes on his beer. “Please elaborate.”
“Well, he’s not a complete dick, but he has dick-ish qualities. He’s simple and caring. He’s emotional and he’s real. He’s not a prima donna and he doesn’t think that he’s better than everyone. He’s generous and he’s not flashy. He’s the complete opposite of what I thought I knew of him. It’s made me see him different and like him even more. He isn’t a younger version of you.” I say with my chin in my hand leaning on the bar.
“Ouch. I’m not all that bad.” Tyson acts offended.
“You’re definitely not my type.” I playfully punch Tyson.
We sit in silence, with Tyson regarding me when he finally says, “You love him.”
My eyes jerk to his and then close while I nod.
“When you’re talking about him, you get this doe-eyed look. Does he know this?” Tyson further asks.
“No, with everything that he’s dealing with, confessing my love seems like it should be last on the list.”
“What if that’s exactly what he needs to hear?”
“You have a point there, buddy.” I sa,y after a moment’s hesitation.
“I’m incredibly smart. Some are surprised.” Tyson puffs out his chest and smiles proudly.
“You Maddox brothers are always surprising.”
***
Later I am sitting on my couch sipping some wine, while looking through the guide on the television when my phone begins to vibrate and I see Jacob’s name on the screen. Smiling, I put the remote down and lift the phone and swipe it.
“Hey there.”
“I hate this.” he says.
“What happened? Everything okay?” I sit up in worry.
“You’re in a completely different state than I am right now.”
I breathe out the breath that I was holding and smile. “I feel your pain. But I’ve only been gone for a few hours.” I point out.
“A few hours too long. I’m used to you being here. I like you being her., I like you being with me.”
“I like being anywhere with you too.” I feel like my body has turned to mush as I sink lower into my couch.
“So how was your flight?” he asks.
“Uneventful. But then Ty picked me up and we went for dinner and drinks.”
“Nice. How’s he doing?”
“He’s driven Allison crazy. She fired herself.” I laugh.
“I’m telling you, that one time you were sick last year, no one wanted to go near him.”
“Yeah. He begged me to come into the office then, too. So, how was your day?”
“Not really over. I have some light reading to do, but I got back to the room and you weren’t here, so I needed to hear your voice. Do you want to um…FaceTime?” he asks in a whisper.
I laugh at his way of asking. “Sure. Call me back in five minutes?”
I run to the bathroom and add a bit of moisturizer and blush to my cheeks. I pull my hair up in a ponytail and then add a bit of gloss to my lips to finish off a refreshed look. I run into my bedroom and change into a spaghetti strap tank top and put on a pair of his boxer briefs that I stuffed into my suitcase this morning. I hear my phone ring again from the living room and I sprint towards it, not so gracefully slamming into the wall in the hallway as I’m rushing, and then as I approach the couch, I stub my toes on the corner leg of the coffee table.
This was not the way I was intending to start this conversation.
Jacob
I came back from meeting with my team of lawyers for the day to an empty hotel room. I could feel the difference of when Beth was here to when she wasn’t, and the feeling wasn’t settling well with me. The room felt cold and lonely, the opposite from when she was here. I ached to see her or talk to her. After talking to her for a few minutes, I decide that talking to her wasn’t enough. I suggested that we FaceTime and when she agreed, it took everything in me to not fist pump like a douchebag.
I pulled off my t-shirt and put on some basketball shorts sans boxers and re-dialed her.
The line rang and when she finally answered, it looked like she was in some intense pain by the look on her face.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Just a series of unfortunate events to get to the phone.” She smiles and winces as she sits down on her couch.
“Answering the phone in a battlefield?” I joke.
“Something like that. So, tell me about your day?” She says huskily.
“Nothing exciting. Got back some in depth reports from Tyson’s PI on both Candy and Brad, hence the light reading that I have to do, but I’m not interested in talking about that right now.” I say, getting settled against the headboard of the bed we were sharing just this morning.
“Well, Mr. Maddox, what would you like to discuss?”
“Anything but that bullshit. Let me see you, what are you wearing?” I request.
She stands and then walks through the hallway of her apartment. She enters her bedroom and then switches the view that her camera is looking at and I’m seeing her in her full length mirror on her closet door. She’s a vision. She’s wearing a strappy little purple tank top that is quite transparent as her dark nipples are saluting me. I look lower and I see that she’s wearing a familiar pair of my boxer briefs that I had seen in one of the drawers in the dresser here in the hotel room. I like that she snagged them and is now wearing them. Her feet are bare and she’s standing nervously, biting her bottom lip, shifting on her feet.
“Now your turn.” she demands, turning the phone back so she can see me as she takes a seat at the top of her bed.
I take the phone and run it from my head and then slowly down my bare chest, as I get to my crotch and linger while my other hand grabs my dick through my shorts and then run the rest of the length of my body then back up my body to reach my face again.
“Like what you see?” I ask, cocky bastard that I am.
“Always.”
“I like seeing you wearing my boxers.” I breathe.
“Yeah?” she asks, seductively lowering her voice.
“Knowing that your pussy is in my pants, you bet your ass that I do.”
“Hey Jake, wanna try something?” she asks.
I love it when she calls me Jake. It’s what she calls me when she’s in the heat of a moment, when she’s deep in the throes of ecstasy, and when she just needs to be close to me.
“I’ll try anything with you. What’s up babe?” I say honestly.
“Take of your shorts.” she requests.
My heart beats rapidly as I do what she asks one-handed, waiting for her next instruction.
“Now, find something to prop the phone up so I can see all of you.” she says.
Looking around the room, I see nothing that I could use, but then I recall the ridiculous amount of throw pillows on the couch and stacked up in the corner that we made a pillow fort out of one the nights here. I motion into the screen that I’ll be back in one moment and I jump off the bed, cup my junk so everything won’t be swinging, and run into the other room and back. I grab the phone and prop up the pillows and make a spot for my cell to lie facing me. I get into the view and then maneuver them just so, so the pillows are placed between my legs with a good view for what I think she’s going to ask of me. Only now I’m wishing that I would have called her from my iPad with the bigger screen.
“Perfect,” she purrs.
“Your turn.” I rush out.
I watch as she removes the boxers and then throws them just over the phone. With a coy smile on her face, she props up the phone so that its position is mimicking mine. She’s wearing purple lace panties and spreads her legs just so I can see that her panties look to be soaked with excitement. I take a deep breath as I look at the whole picture. She’s taken off her top and is licking her lips.
“Tell me what you want me to do? This is your parade, babe, tell me.”
“I want you to touch yourself.” she says breathlessly and I do as she says.
My hand goes to my shaft. I grip the base and pull on it languidly, squeezing just as I get to the tip.
“I want to see you, baby. Take off those panties.” I plead to her.
She does as I request.
“Now, spread your legs and let me see you glisten.” She complies and I take a shallow, shaky breath. “I want you to touch yourself, baby. Push those fingers in, pretend it’s me. I want to see you get wild.” Again she complies and I can see her juices clinging to her fingers as she inserts two inside her. She pushes and she pulls, I can hear with each insert of her fingers just how wet she is. I lick my lips and fuck my hand with vigor, imagining that her juices were encasing my dick. Each drag down my shaft, I suck in a breath and slow to keep my movements are tandem with hers. With Beth’s other hand, she is kneading her breast as if she was a cat. Quaky breaths and moans are echoing through her living room and, while I try to be quiet so I can hear everything on her end, I can’t control it. I’m grunting and growling just as much.
“Baby, pinch your nipple and pull on it. Pretend it’s my teeth instead of your fingertips.” I grunt out and desire fuels me as I watch her do as I command. She throws her head back and arches her back as she plunges her fingers into her pussy in rapid motion. The heel of her hand is rubbing against her clit and her fingers pull on her nipple. I can tell that she’s getting closer so I tug on my dick just as hard and feel the tightening of my back and ass. My balls pull up but I fight it off for another moment. My eyes are focused on the small cell phone screen and I see that she’s right there too.
“Baby, I want you to come. I need you to come.” I beg of her.
She nods and bites her plump bottom lip. “Jake,” she whispers, then practically flies off the bed as she buries her fingers inside her pussy. Her other hand is gripping one of her pillows, her knuckles turning white. Her mouth is open, small pants coming out mixed with erotic moans.
Watching Beth come undone pushes my orgasm to the front and soon my cum is shooting onto my stomach. Beth and I both are breathing heavily as we finish together. I watch her on the screen, she rolls to her side and finds her tank top and wipes her hands on it. I do the same with my discarded shorts and then return my gaze to the screen.
“Wow,” she says with a smile.
“Why haven’t we done that before? Shit, that was amazing.” I avowed.
“We definitely need to do that more.” she says, smiling wide.
Her smile lights up my life.