A Little Bit of Trouble (15 page)

     “Yeah.” I nod. “Definitely.”

     And because Marie loves to get the last word in, “Go after her Lucas. Go say sorry.”

Loryn
: Stop calling, stop sending flowers… Why are you doing this?

     Christ, I’ve officially turned into James, except I’m not in love. Why did I fuck this up? After another long and expensive week I’ve made no progress with Loryn. Everything in my fucking mind right now is about the same fucking woman. I like her, I definitely like her… but can I salvage this? I’ve sent flowers every day this week without fail, I’ve sent candy. Hell, I almost sent one of those guys that sing on your doorstep but James talked me out of it. I’ve sent her text after text, I’ve called her countless times. Doesn’t she understand the fact I’m sorry?

Lucas
: I’m sorry!

Loryn
: OK!

Lucas
: Does that mean I have a chance to make it up to you?

Loryn
: Make what up to me? Lucas… its old news. Get over it. I have.

     Shit… am I whipped? I’m sat at home, Amelia is watching some Disney film on TV and I’m sat burying myself in James old college books to get a head start before meeting with this business teacher dude in a couple of months. She won’t forgive me… I’m not worth forgiving. I was a dick, I was jealous, I was fucking mean and now I’ve lost any hope I had of getting her back.

     Fortunately for me and unfortunately for her… I love a challenge.

     “Daddy,” Amelia asks as we climb out of the car and head towards her class entrance. “When’s it my birthday?”

     “Your birthday isn’t until next year now princess.”

     She huffs a little, “Okay.”

     “Why
?”

     With a gorgeous little frown and pout she huffs again. “I just really wanted to get a Barbie car.”

     “You have a Barbie car,” I chuckle and flick her on the nose. “You have two.”

     “Nooooo!” she whines as if I’m stupid and huffs again. “I want the big one, the one I can sit in and drive.”

     “We’ll see what Santa brings at Christmas.” I say and kiss her forehead. “Have a good day. Go on.”

    
Giving her a gentle nudge in the right direction I watch her disappear into her school with a little skip in her step.

     When I get home, ready to shower and change before heading to Loryn’s I’m shocked to find Loryn on my doorstep. She smiles as I walk down the hall from the elevator towards her.

    
“Hi.” Smooth Lucas. “What are you doing here?”

     “Oh… umm…” she seems to gather herself as I open the door. “Sorry. Should I…?” She points to the elevator with her thumb. I grab her elbow and tug her inside.
“Ok then.”

     I scan her from head to toe, she looks… like she always looks. Fucking perfect. “Everything ok?”

     “Umm… yeah. I came to call a truce.” She shifts nervously, I pull her through to the kitchen, take a swig of OJ from the carton in the refrigerator and put it back before turning to her again. “I just figured…”

     “I like your hair,” she’s had it cut, layered and it’s a little darker than before. “Looks good.”

     “Thank you. Now… as I was…”

     I take her hand in mine and look at her neatly polished, long nails with a white tip. “I like your nails.”

     “Thank you…”

     “You’re wearing makeup,” I observe and take a step closer. “You look perfect without it you know.”

     I can’t resist, just seeing her here, so close, I bury my face in her neck and inhale deeply. She shudders. My hands grip her hips.

CRACK! Ouch, my face stings.

     I look up at a shocked Loryn, her hand hovering between us. Flexing my jaw I narrow my eyes and touch the cheek her hand just connected with.

     “You’re such a pig,” her brown eyes narrow to slits. She shoves at me chest. “What is your problem? Do you treat all women like this or just me?”

     “Just you,” I respond automatically and brace myself for another slap. I even close my eyes. It never comes. Peeking an eye open what I see shocks me more than the slap did, tears spilling down her cheeks. “Loryn… I…”

     “Just… fuck off!” she bites out, it’s the first time I’ve heard her swear. That’s so hot. She pushes past me. I grab her around the waist. “Stop it Lucas. I came to make friends not this. God. You’re such a… a…”

     “Pig?” I finish for her.

     “Let go of me,” not a chance. Shit, little Lucas, please stay down… too late. “Lucas! God!”

     “I’m sorry okay, I’m sorry. I’m fucking sorry! I didn’t mean what I said to Maya. You were never just a fuck Loryn,” I whisper in her ear not quite believing what I’m saying but knowing I’m feeling it. If that makes sense. Fuck, this is messed up. “Loryn. Stop moving.”

     She halts her wriggling and sags in my arms, “Why did you say it then? Why did you stop talking to me?”

     “I… I don’t know.”

     “Is it… is it because of her?”

     “Of who?”

     “Your ex-wife,” here we go.
Sigh. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

     “It’s complicated Loryn. Just leave it… please.”

     “Well, I can’t handle complicated Lucas and… I can’t handle this with you. This ridiculous thing that’s going on between us.” She sighs. No… no, don’t say that. “I trusted you. I get it, I mean I know Crystal, I remember her. Always beautiful. Always pretty. Always damn perfect. You were smitten with her. I could never compete with that.”

     She pulls out of my arms as soon as my grip loosens, “Loryn. Stop it.”

     “You still have her picture on your nightstand don’t you,” she states and spins to face me. “What am I to you?” The air that I fucking breathe. “Just sex or… do you want more?”

     More, more, so much more, I press my forehead against hers, “I want you Loryn. Honestly, I want you.”

     “If Crystal came back, right now and told you she made a mistake and wants you back what would you do? Would you choose to further this with me? Or go back to her?” she wipes away her tears angrily. And she has no idea the severity of the question she just asked. I can never answer that. She laughs in disbelief and starts to walk away. “I take back my call for a truce.”

     “Loryn,” I
groan as she walks away. “Dammit. Loryn, wait.” She doesn’t so I dart after her and stand in the center of the hallway. “Loryn. Please. She’s not coming back.”

     “But if she does, then I’m the one left with the broken heart.” She shakes her head. “I really like you Lucas… My life is finally good again thanks to you.”

     “She’s not coming back,” I say quietly, it hurts to say it out loud.

     “You’ve pretty much admitted you still want her, how do I know you’re not going to sleep with her? When you pick up the girls?” she snaps.

     I take a deep shuddering breath, “Because she’s dead.” I lean against the wall and rub my face with my hands.

     “What?”

     “I said, because she’s fucking dead Loryn.” I hear her gasp. “And so is my daughter.”

     “But Amelia…”

     “Not Amelia! Annie, Annie, my eldest girl… they’re both dead and they’re not coming back and you are the first woman I have been with,”
I inhale a sharp breath and let it out slowly. “Since her. And it scares the shit out of me.”

     “Lucas, I’m… I’m so sorry,” she rushes over to me and rests her head on my chest. “I’m so, so sorry.”

     “Can we not… talk about this now?”

     “Of course.” She nods and stands on her tiptoes. Warm lips touch my jaw. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

     “Because.”

     “Because what?”

     “Hell,” I pull away from her and stomp into the room. “Because I couldn’t. I don’t fucking know why… You completely make me question every single thing I’ve told myself since she died. I don’t want to move on… but you… you make me need to.”

    
“What does that even mean?”

     “I don’t know,” I shrug and lay back on the
sofa. “I don’t know babe. You don’t deserve to be dragged into the mess that is my life. But I want you to be. You make everything feel… good and worthwhile.”

      I feel her sit beside me, her fingers stroke through my hair, “I want to be dragged in.” her voice is barely above a whisper and her breath tickles my ear. “Drag me with you Lucas.”
That’s all of the clarification I need.

Meow

     She climbs on top of me and smiles softly. My eyes meet hers. I move in to kiss her, she welcomes it instantly with slightly parted lips. Our tongues dance together, slowly, softly, taking their time savoring the taste of each other. She cradles my face in her hands, pulling me closer, her tongue reaching deeper. My flesh ignites, just like it does every time she touches me, even the briefest of touches sets me on fire.

     I feel her pull away, I miss her warmth instantly, she slides my tee up so
I raise my top half and let her pull it away. “Let me,” she murmurs softly. “Let me make you feel good.”

     Just for curiosities sake I nod and then groan when she starts kissing and licking a trail down my chest before clamping down on one of my nipples as her nails graze the other. Her hips softly and slowly circle against me, pressing my dick just enough to make me almost beg for more.

     My breath quickens as she moves lower, her hands working on the buttons of my jeans. Raising my hips, I watch her kiss down my thighs, taking my jeans with her. Fuck. They land in a heap on the floor after a little kicking on my part and giggling on hers. Then she starts teasing the dark trail that leads down to my aching cock.

     I buck and groan when the tip of her tongue moves over my skin, around the base of my length and down and over my sack before coming back up the other sid
e. Her hand gripping me with perfect tightness the entire time.

     She licks a trail
up the underside of my length and then she stops. What? No!

    “Don’t stop,” my hands go to her head, wanting to push her back down, she pulls away and gives me a shy smile. “What’s wrong?”

     “I’ve umm… only done this once before. Well… I was face… fucked…” Man I love it when she swears. “And I’ve never done it since. I couldn’t breathe.”
She seems to shudder at the memory. Who the fuck would do that to somebody? That’s just wrong on so many levels.

     “You wanna stop?” I’m about to become a crying man. Don’t stop! My dick is inches from your lips, I can feel your breath on the tip. Just the thought is enough to make me come.

     She shakes her head, “No. Just don’t force my head down.”

     I nod and place my hands under my head, “You set the pace babe, I won’t touch you.”

     “Ok
ay, but I might suck… I mean…”

     I laugh a little, “I know what you mean. Ok, you can go now.”

     Without another second of hesitation she takes me in, dear god. I’ve gone to hea… fuck that hurt. Okay, that’s, that’s better! Wait, not the… ah! Fuck. “Babe, babe,” I say and she releases me with a popping noise. “No teeth, cover your teeth.”

     She groans and leans back on her shins between my legs, “I’m sorry.” I laugh when she buries her face in her hands. “I feel like an idiot.”

     “Loryn, it took me over two years just to get…” Crystal, “a female to come using my tongue. You’re doing fine, suck, no teeth, up and down as far as you can go comfortably ok?” Please keep going!

     She nods and starts again. Sigh, that’s fucking good. And then she moans, around my dick. My hands find her head, I tangle my fingers in her silky locks and guide her gently, pushing a little bit more each tim
e. “Babe?” she stops again. “No it’s perfect… take your top off, let me see your tits.” Her mouth drops open in shock, and maybe a little offence. “Please.”

    
She does as she’s told, maybe because I asked nicely. I watch her perfect tits spill out a moment later, she leans down again and takes me in her mouth. Her breasts rub against my legs with each bob of the head. Yes.

         
Her head comes up, I feel her tongue sweep over the head with perfect pressure, making me growl out in pleasure. That familiar burning returns, I’m going to explode soon if I don’t slow her down. I’m not ready to explode. It’s too soon, self-control, self-control, self-control.

     It’s the way she’s doing it, the tempo, the rhythm, there’s no up and down constantly, no fast paced thrusting like you see on pornos. It’s slow, sensual,
and perfect, like she’s savoring a god damn Popsicle rather than my dick. Like she is actually enjoying it and wanting me to as well. The little whimpering noises she makes hit every nerve in my length, the way she skillfully breathes through her nose as she comes up to the head. Each breath cools the moist patches from her mouth on my throbbing cock only for her to instantly heat it up again with her tongue and lips.

     She
takes my shaft in her hand and works that slowly, in time with her mouth. Oh fuck. This is too fucking much. I spasm a little, the burning now a fucking wildfire raging to get out. My feet are tingling, my balls tightening to an unbearable state. I pat her on the head. “Baby, I’m gonna blow.”

     “You want me to stop?” she asks after lifting her head, her hand still works my dick. “Shall I stop?”

     “Not if you don’t want to, but… okay then.”  She’s back on, licking, teasing sucking, moving. “Babe. Shit… oh fuck.” I reach down and cup a breast in my hand. “Keep going.” Any thoughts on sparing her this part are now gone, I need to come in her mouth like I need to take my next breath. “Keep… going. Ah!” I tense, so close, so close. My hips buck a little, I try to control it but my body needs it. She doesn’t seem to mind. Like a god damn volcano I erupt, and fuck me it’s a lot. This woman makes me orgasm like I’ll never orgasm again. It’s never ending yet she manages to swallow every bit I give her without any issue. Then it’s over and I feel so damn relaxed.

     “How was that?” she asks and climbs on top of me. My breathing still hasn’t stabilized.

     “Ask me again when I’m
not in space,” and I crash.

    
“Come on babe,” she grins and swings the car door open. I smile and buckle my little girl into her booster seat. “I’m driving.”

     “Give me the damn keys,” I hold out my hand. As usual she ignores me and heads straight for the
driver’s side. I get to watch her ass as she goes, I’ll never get tired of that ass. With attitude, I climb into the passenger side. “I still can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

     “It’ll be romantic,
” she flips her hair over her shoulder. “I’ll give you a blowjob on the way back if you promise not to whine.” How can I resist that?

     “Baby, time to wake up,” Loryn’s voice, so far away, so tired. “Babe… wake up.” She’s giggling. I open my heavy eyes and I’m instantly alert when I realized I’m in something, my dick being the thing that is
in
… Loryn being the
something
. Fuck me. What a way to wake up. “You’ll want to be awake for this.” My own words used against me.

I really,
really
like this girl.

     “Shit,” the time! Christ, we’ve been in bed for hours. “I have to go get Amelia.”

     She sits up and yawns. “Can I come?”

     Umm…
I don’t see anything wrong with that, “Yeah. Sure. Let’s go.”

     “Really? You don’t have to…”

     I throw her pants at her and quickly pocket her underwear with a smug grin, “I want to. Let’s go.”

    
She scrambles to get her clothes on as we head to the door. I decide not to tell her about her top being on the wrong way round, we don’t have time. She can kick me for it later. We both look like we’ve just been fucking, her hair is a nest on the back of her head, mine is slick to my head with sweat, her tee is on back to front and I’ve got no socks on… it’s sexy as hell. Well, she is.

     “Your top’s on the wrong way silly,” is the first thing Amelia says to Loryn when she greets us. My body shakes and trembles as I try to hold it in, the laughter, it just comes and comes. A bit like I did earlier.

     “I can’t believe you let me go out like this!”
she shrieks as she climbs into the car, I watch her twist her tee round without taking it off as I buckle Amelia into the back. “You’re a mean man Lucas!”

     “Yep. So, you want to go for dinner?”

     “Can we go back to mine real quick? There’s something I have to do first, something I think Amelia will enjoy,” she grins with excitement. I shrug and turn the car around. Off to Loryn’s we go.

     The building is ongoing, things are moving along well, I don’t get chance to assess it properly because I’m being dragged up stairs with Amelia beside me.

     “Come on,” she rubs her hands together, opens the door, pushes us in and shuts it swiftly behind us all.

     “Okay, what’s the surprise?” I ask with narrowed eyes. She starts looking behind the sofa and calling the name, “Velcro!” Velcro?

     Something furry,
gray and small darts between my legs and starts rubbing itself up me, CAT! “AAAAARGGGGHHH!” Yes unfortunately that would be me screaming like a girl, startling both Amelia and Loryn.

   
Fuck this, get it away from me! I dive for the sofa, hit it at an angle, it tips onto its back with me on it. Shaking like a fucking leaf. I really,
really
don’t like cats.

   All I hear now is laughter, “Lucas?” that’s Loryn. “Are you okay?”

     “Is it gone?” I’m not moving from this spot.

     “I have it, don’t worry.”

     “Put it outside,” I say quietly
as if the cat can understand what I’m saying.

     “I can’t, it’s a rescue cat so I can’t let him out until he’s used to this place.” Her head peers over the
sofa a moment later. “Are you okay?”

     “Is the cat gone?”

     She starts laughing even harder, “I’ve put him in the bathroom with Amelia. Come on.” That thing is near my daughter? “He’s gorgeous Lucas. How can you not like cats?”

     The bathroom door opens, I hear the unmistakable sound of a cat’s meow. Shit. I’m so out of here. “Bring her down when you’re done!” I scramble over the
sofa, run backwards, trip over a shoe, manage to get the door open before stumbling down four stairs and practically crawling down the rest, through the store and out onto the street. Fucking hate cats.

     “Stop laughing,” I whine at the two females in my car. “Or no dinner.”

     “Daddy, are you scared of cats?” Amelia asks, still choking on her giggles.

     “No.” Lies.

     “You screamed like a girl,” Loryn gasps for air, still howling with laughter. “Oh my god, that was so funny.”

     “Shut up.”

     “It’s cute. I like its name,” Amelia adds.

     “Who calls a cat Velcro?” I snort and Loryn scowls at me. “Its old owners, I happen to love its name.”

     Sigh. “And how is it you managed to come across this cat?”

     “Gary’s mom runs an Animal Shelter, she had no space, and Gary already has two dogs and four cats at his place…”

     I narrow my eyes, “You’ve been to his place?” We pull up outside of the Playhouse.

     “Well, yeah, he’s a friend. Why shouldn’t I go to his?”

     I climb out of the car and help Amelia out, I lead them both inside, get Amelia situated and sit at a table near the back.

     “I asked you a question Lucas.”

     After giving Amelia a quick kiss she darts away
, I look at Loryn, “I don’t like to share Loryn.”

     Her mouth falls open, then it closes and her eyes narrow, “You think I’m sleeping with him?”

     “I think he wants you to sleep with him.”

     “You’re being pathetic, you don’t hear me complaining about your time with Marie. You two seem really close.”

     I shrug, “that’s different.”

     “Oh, really?” she scoffs and rolls her eyes. “How so?”

     “Marie doesn’t want to fuck me.”

     “And you’re not attracted to her?”

     I shake my head and lean forward on my elbows, “Not at all. If I was, I wouldn’t be here with you right now would I?”

     “Then the same goes for me where Gary is concerned.”

     “You had him as a date, to my brother’s dinner,” I hiss, my eyes narrowing even more.

     She laughs once, “Please! He was there as my friend.”

     “That’s why you were touching him and playing with him the whole damn time?”

     A grin breaks out over her face, “Are you jealous?”

     “No.” Lies.

     “There’s only one man I’m interested in Lucas. I promise.” I feel a little reassured. “He’s also the best sex I’ve ever had.” Now I just feel fucking awesome. “Feel better now?”

     “I dunno, say something else.” She throws a menu at me, I catch it and laugh.
She then pokes her tongue out at me. “Yeah, I’d love it if you’d use that again.”