Behind the Lens (Behind the Lives) (57 page)

“Can
I touch you?”

“But
Beth—”

“—isn’t
here.”

“She
will be soon.”

“Then
don’t waste time. Tell me I can touch you.”

“I
can’t,”
God, I want to.

“Because
you’re too scared.”

He
pressed his lips together, knowing she was right.

“You
have to choose, Dante. Me or her.”

“Both
of you.”

“I
would allow that, but she wouldn’t, so choose.”

“I
can’t.”

She
ran a hand over her hairless pussy. “You sure about that?”

His
eyes followed the path of her hand, feeling like he was betraying Beth, because
he knew if he had to choose right now it would be Kara. Or was his cock
confusing him, his fogged up brain making things worse, because it was now
agreeing with his cock, telling him to fuck her into tomorrow. But he’d fallen
in love with Beth for a reason—although he’d fallen for Kara harder.

“Me
or her?” Kara repeated. “And if it’s me I’m willing to share you with other
women—no matter how much I want to tie you to my bed, because I love you enough
to realise you’re not a one-woman man.”

“Why
can’t I be?”

“You’re
not made that way, and don’t take it as a bad thing. Women should enjoy you, as
you them, but just as long as I know I have your heart I will be happy. That is
one thing I need even more than your beautiful body.”

“Jesus,
you’re killing me.”

“You’re
killing me also. I need you so badly, but I won’t touch you until you give me
permission. You’re in control, not me, nor Beth or those foul creatures at that
party. Don’t let other people take away a giant piece of you. Take control,
take what you want. I will let you be the aggressor until you’re ready to be
submissive again.”

“I-I
can’t. I want to, but I can’t.”

“Are
you that scared of me?”

“Yes.”

“Are
you scared of Beth?”

“No.”

“Why
is that?”

“Because
she never broke my heart.”

Kara’s
face dropped. She lifted her hands, like she wanted to touch him, then she let
them fall to her side. “I was forced to.”

“I
didn’t know that then, and it still felt like you betrayed me.”

“I
didn’t have a choice.”

“You
could’ve told me.”

“You
would’ve gotten yourself killed, then I would’ve followed you to the grave—by
my own hand.”

He
frowned. “You would kill yourself for me?”

“
Da.
Now, would Beth do the same?”

“I
wouldn’t want her too, nor you.”

“You
didn’t answer my question.”

“She
pulled the trigger.”

“She
had to think about it, I didn’t, which shows I love you more. So, answer my
first question: who do you want more? I need to know.”

“You,”
he blurted out, feeling like he’d betrayed Beth, his heart breaking over saying
that one word.

Kara
gasped. “I thought you were going to say her.”

“I
wanted to.”

She
reached out a hand, making him flinch. She stopped for a moment, then ran her
fingers over their identical tattoos. “
We are one
,”
she said,
“always have been, no matter how many people try to tear us apart—and no matter
how many women you fall for.”

He
extended a hand, hesitating for a moment, then ran his fingers over the same
words tattooed above her breast. She placed a hand over his, then took his cock
in her other hand, making him inhale sharply.

“Let
me relieve you,
dragi.
” She lowered herself to her knees, her eyes still
on his face. “Let me worship you.”

He
nodded, then tilted his head back, groaning as she took him into her mouth. He
placed a hand on her hair, knowing he wasn’t ready for this, but needing it
regardless. And Jesus, she was so fucking talented, Beth not even comparing.

Kara
started twisting his cock in her mouth, her hand going one way while her mouth
moved the other, making him groan louder. After a few skipped heartbeats, she
lowered her head, and began deep-throating him. He gripped onto her hair,
feeling the build-up in his stomach, which cut off instantly as she squeezed
his balls. He cried out and let go of her, the jolt of pain taking him by
surprise. She released his balls, then moved her mouth down to them, lathering
each one, the pain quickly forgotten. He grabbed for her head again. She
smacked his hands away and pushed up, licking a line to his nipples, sucking on
them like he wanted to do to hers. His hands went to her nipple rings, then
before he knew what he was doing, he grabbed her and pushed her against the
wall face first, wanting to fuck her more than anything else.

Kara
cried out as he shoved his cock inside of her without any preparation, then
started pounding. “
Oprosti mi
,” he apologised. “I need to come, it
hurts, fuck it hurts.”

“Then
fill me! Give me a baby.”

He
stopped for a second, taken aback by her words.

She
pushed back on him. “Don’t stop, please don’t. I need you, Dante, God, I need
you.”

He
grabbed her hair, yanking her head around. “You want a baby?”

“
Da
,
I want to have a family with you.”

Touched,
he kissed her for a moment, then pulled back and started pounding her again,
his mind not thinking about children, only what he needed right now.

The
build-up grew, igniting a fire in his stomach, his balls, and up through his
shaft, his desperation to come now painful, beyond what he could handle. He
picked her up, squashing her against the wall as he angled his cock to
penetrate her as deep as possible, then let loose, ramming her as hard as he
could, burying himself to his balls. She screamed, the sound sending him over
the edge, his orgasm quickly following, the release almost painful in its
intensity. He held her still, revelling in the ecstasy.

Once
he’d finished, he pushed a hand between her legs and started playing with her
clit, ignoring her as she cried out that it was too intense, knowing it always
got her off. He resumed fucking her from behind, the combined friction making
her come seconds later. She screamed it out, her whole body going taut, her
neck muscles stretching even tighter.

He
withdrew and lowered her down, then turned her around and gave her a soft kiss
before pulling back. She smiled up at him, looking beyond ecstatic, although
Dante felt gutted, because of what it meant for Beth. He got out of the shower
and grabbed a towel, now mad at himself for taking Kara, regardless of whether
he wanted to or not. He dried himself off quickly, then rushed into his room.
Kara followed him, both of them silent as they got dressed. When he’d finished,
he turned to her, not knowing what to say.

She
walked up to him, and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I love you, Dante
Rata.”

“I
love you too.”

“I’ll
see you tomorrow at four?”

He
nodded.

“Don’t
look so sad. This isn’t the end.”

“It
is for me and Beth.”

“But
it’s the beginning for us, and hopefully a family.”

He
nodded, wondering whether it was true, his mind already doing summersaults over
the thought of losing Beth.

She
smiled sadly, probably knowing what he was thinking. “Even if you change your
mind,” she said, “wanting Beth more, you would never abandon me if I got
pregnant, would you?”

“No,
I wouldn’t leave the mother of my children.”

She
smiled. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” She pushed up on her toes and kissed
his lips, then let him go.

Dante
followed her out of the room, wondering whether he was doing the right thing.
They descended the stairs, then exited out the front door, the sight of Beth at
the gate again making him stop in his tracks. She looked beautiful in a pretty
sundress, almost pure, unlike Kara’s tartish clothing. Jesus, seeing her like
that made this even harder, because again, he wanted them both, but he
couldn’t. He HAD to choose, and no matter what he did it would break his heart.
Plus, Beth deserved someone more like herself, untainted and good, while Kara
was anything but good, someone better suited to him. But didn’t they say
opposites attract? Jesus! Why was he questioning himself after already
choosing? He needed to stop being selfish, let Beth go, because she definitely
deserved a man much better than himself.

Beth
glared at Kara. “You’re not allowed to be here today.”

Kara
smiled at her. “But I was doing you a favour.”

“How?”

“I
was fluffing Dante up for you, because you can’t get him hard.”

Beth’s
hands balled. “Liar, and you’re not allowed to see him on my days.”

“This
isn’t your day, and that goes both ways. He was supposed to be helping Ash and
Tiana move last Friday,
not
be with you.”

Beth
looked at Dante, like he’d dobbed her in, but he didn’t say a word, just stayed
rooted to the spot, not knowing whether he could go through with breaking up
with her, but regardless, he would tell her what he did with Kara, then let her
decide if she still wanted to be a part of his life.

Beth
shook her head at Kara, then walked past her, a smile forming just for Dante,
making him wonder why. He watched her walk into the house, before turning back
to Kara.

He
lifted a finger. “Don’t scratch her car again.”

Kara
smiled. “I promise to be a good girl,
your
good girl.”

“You’re
never good,” he said, unable to stop from smiling as he walked backwards, her
smile infectious, no matter how shitty he felt. “Ciao, evil one.”

She
blew him a kiss, then headed down the road, obviously having parked her car on
another street. He wondered whether she’d done that so he didn’t know she’d
been watching him. She waved. “
Da
, I’m obsessed with you,
dragi
,”
she yelled, as though she’d read his mind. “You got me for life—till death do
us part!”

Knowing
it was true, Dante turned around and re-entered the house, heading for the
lounge. Not finding Beth there, he went into the kitchen, where Jade was
stealing more of his strawberries. “Oi! Stop eating my dessert.”

Jade
turned around and placed another one in his mouth, imitating blowing it again.

“Jesus,”
Dante said, “how many times do you hafta do that before you get the picture it
makes me soft?”

“Forever,
because I know you liked me blowing you.”

“You’re
just as bad as Kara.”

“Nope,
I’m not a crazy hag.”

“But
you’re a crazy fag.”

“I’ll
forgive you for that nasty comment if you fuck me,” Jade said, his eyes already
undressing him.

Dante
exhaled. “Where’s Beth?”

“Check
your bedroom, because that’s where I’d go.”

Dante
turned and headed into the hallway, taking the stairs two at a time. He entered
his room, finding Beth sitting on the bed, smiling at him like she’d won the
lottery, her legs closed unlike Kara’s had been.

“Why
you so happy?” he asked, wondering why she’d been so restrained with Kara.

“I’ve
got some fantastic news.”

“I
have some news to tell you too.”

“Ladies
first.” She pulled out a small white stick from behind her back.

“What’s
that?” he asked moving forward, then he stopped in his tracks, his stomach
dropping as he realised what it was.

“You
know what it is,” Beth said, her smile growing wider.

Scared
shitless, Dante shook his head, knowing this couldn’t be happening. Not after
he’d finally decided on Kara. “But you can’t be,” he finally stammered out,
wishing it wasn’t true, because there was no way he could leave her now,
whether he wanted to or not.

“Well, I am,
dragi
,” she said, dragging out
Kara’s endearment, the next words falling from her lips changing everything.
“You’re gonna be a daddy.”

To be continued in book 4

from the
Behind the Lives
series,

due out in 2014.

About the Author

Marita A. Hansen
is from New Zealand, where her stories are based. Marita loves writing,
creating art, watching and participating in football, and running. She ran her
first marathon in 2012 and is now planning on completing many more. For more
information on Marita check out her blogsite:
maritaahansen
.blogspot
.
com/

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