The Wives of Beverly Row 4: Lust Has a New Address Read online

Someone was arriving at the door.

  “Hello?” Ariel called.

  It was Matt. He came in through the door wearing big work boots and a fully loaded tool belt on his hips.

  “Ariel,” he said, smiling at her.

  Behind him was another man, just as impressively dressed in work boots and tool belt.

  “This is my brother,” Matt said.

  Ariel looked him over. He was quite a guy, with thick, muscular arms, a broad chest, perfect stubble.

  The brother stepped forward and offered Ariel his hand. “I’m Jeff” he said.

  Ariel was blushing. She took his hand and shook it. She smiled shyly as she looked into his handsome face.

  “You must be Ariel,” Jeff said.

  “Yes. It’s nice to meet you.”

  Veronica came through from the kitchen and Ariel couldn’t help notice the way her eyes lit up when she saw Matt. She walked up to him and he introduced her to Jeff.

  “My,” Ariel said when everyone had been introduced. “You fellas sure know how to fill a room.” She let herself admire the two of them for a moment before Veronica took control of the situation.

  “So,” Veronica said, leading the men through the space. “Tell me what you think. Obviously I’d like everything to look as good as possible, as quickly as possible, for as little money as possible.”

  Matt laughed as he followed her. “You always knew what you wanted. That’s for sure.”

  She smiled over her shoulder at him as she took him through the space. Ariel could tell that they were flirting. She couldn’t blame Veronica for it. She could see the way Matt lit her up. It was as if she was dormant while she waited for him. She was in love with him and there were few things as difficult in life as being in love with a man you weren’t married to. In Ariel’s experience, it was almost as difficult as being married to a man you weren’t in love with. Poor Veronica, she was dealing with both situations at the same time.

  “The floors, you can sand them down, right?” Veronica said.

  Matt bent down and took a look at the wood. “Looks good and thick,” he said. Veronica had to look away from him when he said that. Ariel knew why.

  “Structurally, everything looks great,” Matt continued. “A little drywall, some paint, new fixtures, nothing major.”

  Veronica was nodding at him. The two of them looked like they’d been made for each other. Ariel could see what a perfect couple they would make, if only Veronica wasn’t married already.

  “So,” Jeff said to Ariel, obviously making smalltalk while the others examined the property.

  Ariel looked at him. God, he was good-looking. She’d never seen such hunky guy in her life.

  “Matt tells me you’re a good friend of Veronica’s.”

  “I’m a new friend,” Ariel said, “I just moved onto her street.”

  “Oh, where did you move from?”

  “I moved up from Pomona with my daughter.”

  “Divorce?”

  “Yes.”

  Jeff nodded, knowingly. “How’s that going?”

  “Not too bad actually,” Ariel said. She felt a little strange talking about her divorce with someone she didn’t even know but she was glad to have something to talk about. She found silence awkward, especially with a guy as good-looking as Jeff. “In fact, I think my ex likes me better now than he ever did when we were married.”

  Jeff laughed. “Did he give you a hard time?”

  “He gave me a run for my money. Sixteen years I put up with him. I couldn’t get his attention for most of that time.”

  “And now?”

  “Now, he seems to be pursuing me as if we’re in high school and he’s got a crush.”

  Jeff looked at her. “Well, for what it’s worth, I can see why.”

  Ariel blushed. She didn’t know what to say to that. Jeff was flirting with her and he didn’t seem one bit shy about it. She looked at him. He was looking back at her, a hint of a smile on his face. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. She could see a little triangle of his chest at the neck of his shirt. Even from the small part she could see she could tell that it was solid muscle. He seemed like the kind of guy that was used to getting what he wanted, a player, but Ariel felt like she was pretty sure she wanted to be played!

  IV

  VERONICA’S HEAD WAS SPINNING BY the time she got home. It had been a busy day. Ariel had confided in her that she’d slept with Jake Medeiros. She still didn’t know what to make of that. Then she’d had the restaurant location to check out. That had gone well, she felt. The space certainly had potential, it was a good price, good location, and had everything she needed. She felt like putting in an offer through her realtor but she wanted to talk it over with Hank first. The biggest thing on her mind though, wasn’t the restaurant at all. It was Matt Harkness!

  She just couldn’t get him out of her mind. She felt bad about it but there was nothing she could do. Every time she closed her eyes she saw his face. She knew she was being disloyal to Hank but it was beyond her control. It was her mind, and her heart, that were betraying her.

  “Honey?” Hank said as she was getting ready for bed.

  She could tell that he was going to say something important from the tone of his voice.

  “Yes, dear,” she said.

  “Could we talk?”

  “Of course, honey.”

  She went and sat on the bed next to him. He’d been reading a book about personal growth and how to apply it to business.

  “I just want to tell you how much I love you.”

  “Oh honey,” she said. “I love you too.”

  “I know,” Hank said, choosing his words, “I know things haven’t always been easy for you.”

  “Oh, Hank, what do you mean? I couldn’t be happier with the life you’ve given me.”

  “I know things haven’t always been as passionate as they might be.”

  “Oh, darling,” she said. “What’s gotten into you? Why are you bringing this up?”

  “I don’t know,” Hank said. “It’s just, sometimes I feel bad for the life I’ve given you. I look at you, how beautiful you are, how youthful, how full of life, and I think you deserve so much more. I look at someone like Trudy Luxton, or Ariel, how happy they are now that they’re single, and I think that would be you if we ever split up.”

  “That’s nonsense, dear. I would die if we ever split up. You know that. I would not be one bit happy.”

  He smiled at her but there was a sadness in his face that he couldn’t hide. “You’d be so free,” he said.

  “Hank,” Veronica said, “there is no one in this world I love as much as I love you. There is no one in this world I would rather be with. Trudy Luxton can do what she likes. Ariel West can do what she likes. I don’t envy them for one single second. Believe me. I feel safe with you. I feel loved. I feel appreciated.”

  He looked into her eyes. There was so much kindness and love in his face. She felt so guilty for having feelings for Matt when she had this kind, loving man waiting for her at home. She didn’t know how lucky she was. She could have been stuck with a husband like Jake Medeiros, a cheating pervert who forced Zola to do all sorts of horrible things. She should learn to appreciate what she had, be grateful, and love the man who was doing everything he could to give her a good, happy life.

  “Are you sure?” Hank said.

  “Of course I’m sure, honey,” she said. She put her arms around his shoulders and kissed him, long and passionately on the mouth. Her tongue moved toward his lips, it met his tongue and for a moment she was kissing him the way she’d kissed other men in her youth. Their tongues were connected. They were connected. And then Hank broke off the kiss.

  “I just wanted to make sure you were alright,” he said. “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t feel as if I was holding you back.”

  Veronica looked at him. It was so clear to her that he loved her. He loved her with all his heart and she’d spent the entire day fantasizing abo
ut Matt Harkness. She had to get that out of her system. She had to commit to her husband and learn to be the wife he deserved.

  “Don’t you ever worry about me, Hank Roycroft,” Veronica said. “I’m your wife, I belong to you. Whatever you want from me, I’ll give you.”

  Hank nodded.

  Veronica looked at him carefully. She tried to gauge what he wanted. She tried to read him. He was so difficult to read. Often she looked at him and felt as if she was looking at a complete stranger. It was rare for him to open up like this and let her in. He was usually such a closed book.

  While she looked at him she opened the top buttons of her silk blouse. His eyes were on her cleavage which she slowly revealed to him as she opened the buttons of the blouse, one by one.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said.

  “Come to me,” she said. She continued to open her shirt. Hank was looking at her breasts as she uncovered them and lifted them out of her shirt.

  “You want these?” she said, holding her breasts in her hands like pieces of fruit. She was surprised that he was interested. It wasn’t like him to respond to her sexual advances.

  “I want them,” he said.

  She held them up to him as if she was offering them to him. She’d never known him to be so interested in her breasts. Was he turning over a new leaf? Was he finally becoming more sexually interested in her?

  “I love you,” she whispered.

  Hank leaned forward. Veronica thought he was going to suck on her breasts but instead he leaned in to tell her something. He was going to whisper in her ear. She was excited. She was aroused. She was glad that he was responding to her.

  She held her breathe as she waited for Hank’s words to reach her ear. She had no idea what he was going to say to her. She was dying with anticipation. Her breasts were in her hands, being offered to him like two, ripe gifts. She wanted him to want her.

  “Can I call you mommy?” he whispered.

  At first, Veronica wasn’t sure she’d heard him right. She wanted to ask him to repeat himself, but then she realized what he wanted. She almost felt like crying. How could that be what he wanted? Why would any man want to call his wife, mommy? It made no sense to her.

  She said nothing. She was still holding her breasts in her hands and suddenly she didn’t feel sexual at all. She felt foolish, embarrassed. She wanted to get out of the room. She wanted to run into the bathroom and hide from Hank and be all alone.

  Hank leaned down toward her breasts so that his mouth was right by her nipple. “Mommy,” he said quietly. “Mommy,” he said again and put his mouth over her nipple.

  Veronica knew that there were fetishes like this, she knew that certain men liked to be treated like babies, or had some sort of sexual fixation on their mothers, but that wasn’t something that Veronica was into in even the tiniest way.

  “Mama,” Hank said as he sucked on her nipple. She held his head gently in her arms as he lay on her lap. He sucked on her nipple, not in a sexual way, but like an infant nursing. Veronica felt so awkward. She wasn’t at all turned on.

  As she sat there with Hank’s head in her arms, she realized that there was no way she could deny the truth any longer. She’d married the wrong man.

  V

  BECKY WAS HAVING FUN. She loved going on dates with Kyle. They’d been getting on so well since their discussion about Trudy. Whatever agreement they’d struck seemed to be working out well. At least, Becky felt it was working well. She knew that Kyle had slept with Trudy, she knew that he might do it again, but at least it was a secret that she was in on. It was something that they were both doing together, at least she tried to think of it like that. Kyle was allowed to fool around with Trudy, but only so that he could learn as much about sex as possible and then use all that knowledge with her.

  They were coming out of the movie theater. They’d just watched some action flick that Kyle had chosen. It was pretty good but it hadn’t been Becky’s first choice for a movie.

  “You want to go get an ice cream or something?” Kyle said.

  “An ice cream?” Becky said teasingly. “That sounds good, but I can think of something I’d prefer!”

  Kyle grinned at her. “You’re so naughty,” he said.

  “You love it!”

  He put his arm around her as they walked back to his truck. “I do,” he said.

  They didn’t waste any time getting to their favorite spot, the parking lot high up in the Hollywood Hills overlooking the city. It was quiet and secluded up there and no one ever disturbed them. The only way to get there was along the road that led to their houses and no one seemed to know about it. As Kyle drove up the winding road, Becky began to get more and more excited about what they were going to do when they got to the top.

  “I have a little surprise planned for you,” Kyle said.

  Becky looked up at him. She was still very attracted to him. She’d thought for a while that she was in love with him but now she was beginning to realize that she wasn’t. It had been a difficult admission to make to herself. She was glad that he was her boyfriend, she liked spending time with him, she loved making out and fooling around, but she wasn’t in love with him. She’d realized that when he’d told her about Trudy. He was sleeping with Trudy and she realized that she could never love a man who cheated on her. She’d also realized that she didn’t care as much as she should have. If she’d truly been in love with Kyle it would have broken her heart that he wanted to fool around with Trudy. But the way things were between them, she was actually excited for him to sleep with her and then teach her all of the sexual things that Trudy had to teach.

  Kyle pulled the truck up under a big willow tree and killed the engine.

  “I’ll never get tired of the view up here,” Becky said as she gazed down over the valley, the lights of Los Angeles twinkling for a hundred miles in front of her.

  “I’ll never get tired of the view of you,” Kyle said.

  Becky looked at him and smiled. “So,” she said, biting her lip a little nervously, “what are you going to do to me?”

  Kyle looked over her body. She felt his eyes running over the neckline of her dress, the mounds of her breasts, her smooth thighs. She was quivering with excitement and anticipation.

  “I’m going to show you something new.”

  “Something new?”

  Kyle nodded.

  “Let’s see it,” she said. She was ready. She didn’t want to play games. She didn’t want to wait any longer. She wanted to feel the delicious pleasure of an orgasm rushing through her young body.

  “Okay,” Kyle said. “I want you to get up on your knees.”

  “How can I get on my knees?”

  Kneel up and lean on the dash.”

  Becky got up in her seat and kneeled, leaning over the passenger side of the dashboard.

  “Perfect,” Kyle said from behind her. He pulled up the skirt of her dress a little and looked at her firm butt. Becky held her breath. She was so full of anticipation she felt she might burst. She had no idea what he was going to do.

  “I should give this little butt a good spanking,” Kyle said.

  Becky said nothing. She wanted Kyle to do whatever he wanted to her. She was perfectly willing. Whatever he had in mind, she was game for.

  He rubbed the smooth cheeks of her ass with the palm of his hand.

  “How does that feel?” he said.

  “Good,” she said.

  “Do you know what I’m going to do to you?”

  She shook her head. She’d only made love to him a couple of times. She was completely new to all of this. It was as if she’d entered a completely new world over the past couple of weeks. Before she moved to Beverly Row, she’d never even imagined doing things like this with a boy. Now she’d admitted to herself that she didn’t even love Kyle and that she was just fooling around. She’d become the kind of girl she used to be afraid of.

  “Do whatever you want,” she said.

  She could feel
Kyle behind her. He was examining her ass, moving his hand over it very slowly. He was right behind her, so close that she could even feel his breath on her butt cheeks. And then he did something that she never even thought a boy could do to a girl. He licked her ass crack!

  “What are you doing?” she gasped.

  Kyle didn’t answer. He moved his tongue along the crack of her ass till it slid over her anus. Becky felt shy. She was terrified of what he was doing? What if she wasn’t presentable to him? She had no idea what a girl was supposed to do to prepare for something like this. What if he didn’t like what he was doing? She’d never live down the embarrassment. What if he told all the guys at school?

  “Kyle,” she whispered. She didn’t know why she was whispering but she was. “Don’t.”

  “Shh,” Kyle said. “Don’t worry. You’re going to enjoy every second of this.”

  She closed her eyes and prayed that his would pass quickly. She prayed that nothing went wrong, that Kyle wouldn’t try anything that turned out to be a mistake. She’d only been intimate with him a few times, and they’d never done anything even remotely like this.

  “Kyle,” she said. “What are you doing?”

  Kyle’s tongue moved over her anus again and she felt a spasm of pleasure as he did it. She could feel her vagina tingling with sensation. As he continued to lick her ass, the anticipation in her pussy grew and grew. She began to writhe in pleasure and grind up against the dash of the car. She wanted to reach down to her pussy and touch herself but she was too shy. Kyle continued licking her asshole and as he did, she began to fantasize about what else he might do to her ass.

  She pressed her butt back against his face and the harder she pressed, the harder he licked her. At one point, his tongue was pressing so hard against her anus that it was actually beginning to slip inside.

  “Oh God,” she whispered as Kyle continued to lick her, his tongue running in tiny, rapid circles around her asshole.

  “You’re mine, aren’t you?” Kyle said from behind her.

  “Yes,” she said.

  “Say it,” Kyle said. “Say you’re mine.”

  Becky closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure. The more assertive he became, the more control he took over her and over the situation, the more turned on she became. She loved how she felt, spread over the dashboard, her ass exposed to his closest attention. She felt vulnerable and exposed and so sexy.