Best Dressed Lie (The Lies Series) (2 page)

Jamie chuckled. “Come on, they’re not bad.”

He just looked at her and raised his eyebrow. “You and I both know that they are!”

“Yeah
, you’re right. They are!” she pushed him away gently. “Go on, take her home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Still chuckling
, he made his way over to the bar where Ted and Carrie were still talking. It wasn’t until he got closer that he realized, from the expression on their faces and the way that they were trying to keep their voices down, that they were having a disagreement.

“I’ve already told you no!”

“Am I interrupting anything?” Jake asked curiously as he joined them. “What have you said no to?” he asked, turning his gaze to Ted who now looked like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Nothing. N
othing at all.” With a glare at Carrie, Ted turned and stalked off.

“What was that about?”

“Oh, it really was nothing.”

He didn’t believe her for a second. “Tell me.”

“Really! I was just getting a bit pushy about getting him to buy me a drink that’s all.” She couldn’t meet his eyes.

There was no doubt in his mind as he looked at her that she was lying, but he didn’t know why. “
Come on. I’m taking you home.”

Grabbing their coats from the cloakroom
, they made their way out to his car.

“Your mom looke
d absolutely thrilled to see me,” she said sarcastically, turning to him as he started the car.

“Don’t start
, Carrie. You know what they’re like.” They’d had this conversation many times before.

“I just wish you’d stand up for me now and then. It wouldn’t kill you, e
specially if you really love me,” she pouted.

The sex was great, and pissing off his folks was a bonus, but maybe it was time to think about ditching her. Her whining was starting to get on his nerves.

Reaching across the seat, she pressed her hand to his crotch. “You gonna stay for a while when we get to my place?”

Maybe I can put up with her just a little longer.
He smiled. “Yeah, why not.”

Chapter Three

Ted watched
as Jamie chatted to some of her guests
in a corner of the room. She was pretty enough, there was no doubt about that, but she really didn’t do it for him. For a start, she wasn’t a blonde and though slim, she was far too curvy for his tastes. He like his women stick thin, blonde and with huge breasts. And preferably without too much in the brains department. But she had one thing going for her. Money. Tons of it. And when her parents died, it would come to her.

The
Coleman’s came from old money and mixed with the upper echelons of society, but what was kept as a closely guarded family secret was that the money had almost completely run out. Through a series of bad investments and worse business decisions, his father had managed to pretty much decimate the entire family fortune leaving them mere months away from complete financial ruin.

The idea of courting Jamie had been his parents
’. They’d come up with the idea after seeing her at one of the many dinner parties they attended and it had struck them as the perfect solution to their problems. Once they’d sat him down and explained about the business and how they faced losing everything, he hadn’t needed much persuasion.

The idea of poverty sickened him. He was used to the finer things in life and he intended to keep them
. He had no intention of giving up his way of life if he could help it. And it wasn’t so bad. She was nice enough, and it wasn’t going to get in the way of what he really enjoyed. Knocking back the last of his drink, he made his way over to them.

“Darling, I’m
so sorry, but I have to go and take care of a problem at work,” he said, putting his arm around her waist. “Would you be able to get a ride home with your mom and dad?” He had the sudden urge to get out of there and away from all the well wishers.

“Really? It can’t wait?”
she asked.

“No
. I’m sorry, darling, but I really need to go and take care of this.” Working for his dad in the company’s IT department, he was frequently called out at strange hours so she accepted his explanation readily. “We’re having lunch with your parents tomorrow at the house so I’ll see you there.”

Leaning down
, he briefly pressed his lips to hers. “Thank you for saying ‘yes’, my darling. I’m the happiest man on earth right now.”

Maybe I should have gone into acting!
he thought, as he turned and walked to the exit, his steps quickening. He’d done his duty tonight and now he was looking forward to taking care of a bit of personal business.

***

He drove faster tha
n was sensible on the unlit roads after leaving the party. The run-in with Carrie had unnerved him more than he’d like to admit. He’d managed to avoid her for the last few months and it had been a surprise to see her there tonight. He’d had no idea she now had Jake McKay in her sights. Well, good luck to him.
He’s gonna need it!

He was still angry at himself for his relationship with Carrie. She worked in the diner in town and they’d met over a year ago by chance while she’d been at work and he’d gone in on one of his trips home. They’d flirted a bit
and she was exactly his type. He’d been interested enough to give her his number. They’d met up the next day and she’d taken him back to her place. The sex had damn near blown his mind.

He’d never intended
for it to go any further. He’d already been dating Jamie by then, but he’d kept going back for more. What he hadn’t bargained on was that Carrie would see him as her meal ticket, becoming more and more demanding over time.

In the end he’d had no choice, he’d already risked too much as it was, so he ended it. She hadn’t taken it well, and he’d suffered months of phone calls and visits before she’d final
ly backed off.
Now he knew why!

She’d asked him again tonight if he wanted to resume their affair and she’d got
ten quite upset when he’d refused. He just hoped that seeing him tonight didn’t set her off again.

He was nearly there now. The house he was visiting was in the next t
own over, down a street filled with run down houses that all looked exactly the same. He’d learned his lesson with Carrie and would never play so close to home again, so this time he’d been careful to go further afield. He parked his car about a block away and walked back, not wanting to be seen. It was unlikely that anyone here would recognize him, but he wasn’t taking any chances.

The house he was visiting was slightly more cared for than the others and there were indications of someone trying to make it nice. The yard at the front had been mowed and planted
and the porch was tidy, though the paint was still peeling from the wooden bannister.

The door opened before he even got to the top of the steps. Si
lhouetted by the light coming from behind her was his idea of the perfect woman. About five foot eight with long platinum blonde hair, the outline of her slim body was clearly visible through her flimsy robe.

“Where’ve you been
, honey? I’ve been waiting for you,” she purred at him, stepping aside so he could enter the house.

Closing the door behind him
, she turned and leaned against the door, looking at him from under her eyelashes. “I missed you.”

Without a word
, he pulled her to him, crushing her lips with his own, his hands snaking around her to pull her tight against him. Lifting her robe, he started caressing her ass while he explored her mouth with his tongue. She was naked under the robe and he traced the contours of her ass with his hand before slipping it between her legs.

The soft moan that escaped her lips made his cock stiffen and strain against his trousers. Dropping to his knees
, he turned her around so that she was facing the door and pushed her legs apart. He could see that her pussy was wet and, with a groan, he buried his face between her legs and started to frantically lick at her juices.

“God
, you taste good.” He could hear her panting and knew that she was loving it. “Go and sit on the couch.”

He followed her into the living room and watched as she sat down. He could see her visibly shaking with desire. His cock was so hard now it was painful. Reaching down
, he unzipped his pants and let them fall to his ankles.

“Spread your legs.”

She leaned back on the couch and opened her legs wide and he could see the wetness glistening on her pussy.

“Play with yourself.”

With her right hand, she reached down between her legs and found her clit. She started stroking and flicking it, moaning loudly now as she flung her head back and slid her fingers in and out of herself.

Reaching down
, Ted grabbed at the front of her robe, pulling it open and letting her breasts spring free. They were large and perfectly rounded with big, pink nipples, hard and begging to be sucked.

Kneeling next to her on the couch, he leaned forward and grabbed her right breast in his hand
, taking her nipple in his mouth. As he sucked, he watched her pleasure herself and could barely control the urge to feel her on his cock.

She moan
ed in protest as he released her nipple from his mouth and sat down next to her.

“Come here
,” he barked.

Standing up
, she let the robe slip to the floor and straddled him. As soon as her pussy was above him, he thrust his hips up and slammed his cock into her.

“Oh
, my god! Oh, yes! Yes!” she moaned, her cries almost sending him over the edge.

There was no stopping him now
, and he thrust faster and faster, gripping her hips tightly so he could ram his cock deep into her. Her breasts were bouncing up and down with the force of his thrusts as she rode him.

Reaching down to where their bodies were joined, he fingered her clit. With a loud cry
, she threw her head back and he felt her come all over his cock, her pussy repeatedly clenching around him. Unable to stop himself, he threw his head back and, roaring out loud, he shoved his cock into her tight pussy with one big last thrust, holding her onto him by her hips.

“I’m coming
, I’m coming!” he gasped.

It took a few minute
s for him to get his breath back and he stayed on the couch as Carla went to fix them a drink, slipping her robe back on as she went. He felt better now, more relaxed. He’d been visiting Carla for about six months now, several times a week. It suited them both. She was quite a bit older than he was, in her late thirties, but she looked much younger and certainly had the body of a younger woman.

Perhaps because there were no expectations of him, he felt comfortable here, with her.
She was twice divorced and had no intentions of getting into a serious relationship again. She’d made that clear from the start. That suited him too,

Sex with Jamie wasn’t something that he spent much time thinking about.
She had very little effect on him in that department. He quite simply didn’t find her attractive. It was a shame, considering he was marrying her, but as long as he had Carla, or someone like her, he would manage.

“So how was the party? You all engaged now to little miss moneybags?”
she asked as she brought their drinks and sat down next to him. He’d told her all about it and she teased him mercilessly.

“Yep
, I am now officially a soon-to-be-married man.” He raised his glass in a mock toast.

“Pleased?” She smiled as she brought her glass to her lips.

“Don’t, Carla. You know I’m only doing it because I have to.”

“I know
, sweetie. I’m only messing with you. As long as I still get to share you, you know I’m happy.” She pressed a kiss to his lips.

“You’re the thing that’s going to keep me sane.”

“Where does she think you are?”

“I told her I had some business to take care of.” Putting his glass on the coffee table he turned back to her and
pushed her robe off her shoulders once more. “So, I think I’d better take care of it. Again.”

***

The ride back home after the party seemed li
ke it had taken forever. Ted had gone to take care of god knows what and Jake had gone off with Carrie, probably for the night. That had left her alone with her folks.

It wasn’t a long drive from the tennis club, fifteen minutes at most, but it had certainly felt longer. Her mother was so excited to have a wedding to plan that she hadn’t stopped chattering the whole way. Jamie had been pleased when they’d arrived and she’d been able to make her excuses and escape to her room for some peace and quiet.

Her room was at the back of the house, overlooking the gardens. Pushing open the doors to her private balcony, she breathed in the night air and enjoyed the stillness after the noise of the evening.

The proposal had
taken her by surprise but what had surprised her even more had been her reaction to it. There was no denying it, her first instinct had been to panic.
But why?
She needed to understand.
Was she excited?
She wasn’t quite sure what she was if she was honest with herself. Pleased? Yes. Excited? No, she didn’t think so. She should be though, right?
Probably just hasn’t sunk in yet
, she told herself.

This really wasn’t the direction she’d seen her life taking. She
had done really well at school, had been a strait A student and had gotten in to the college of her choice studying business. She’d always had an aptitude for numbers, so she’d thought she might go to graduate school and do something in that field. Exactly what she didn’t know, but that was part of the excitement, having her whole future ahead of her and getting to make those choices.

Just because you’re getting married doesn’t mean that you can’t follow your dream.
Does it? Would she still be able to go to school and do all the things she wanted to do?

The chill in the air was starting to seep through her clothes now and she was feeling cold. Stepping back into her bedroom
, she closed the balcony doors behind her and pulled the drapes.

Sitting down at her dresser to remove her make-up, she looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn’t unattractive
, but not quite beautiful. Her dark brown hair was waist length and naturally wavy.  Her best feature, she thought. Her amber colored eyes were fringed by long dark lashes and their shape was slightly cat-like. She’d inherited her father’s nose though, masculine and angular and to her mind, it jarred with the rest of her face.

Ted
, on the other hand, was gorgeous and she knew that she should be grateful that he wanted to marry her when he could have his pick of any woman in the state. On top of that, her parents were thrilled and she loved her parents. She could no more disappoint them than stick pins in her own eyes.

There was no doubt about it, she was very lucky. She had always had everything she’d ever asked for and her parents treated her like a princess.