In The Spur of Heath (The Spur Series Book 1) (9 page)

He put his finger on my sweet spot and began rubbing as he continued his torturous thrusting; in and out of me.
Whoa! That feeling was sensational
. I clenched my toes and gripped on the edge of the desk as the tingling feeling began to travel between my legs and build up. It got stronger and stronger, my clitoris throbbing and wanting more. I gyrated my hips on his member as he stimulated me.

Scrunching my toes even harder now, I released and my walls gripped hard onto him as my roused clit pulsed and muscles relaxed. He slammed into me one last time and I could feel him release. 

Climaxing together, our breaths were heavy. Dripping in sweat. He placed his head on top of my stomach and hugged me. That euphoric feeling washed over my body and I just lay there smiling, running my hands through his damp hair.

“That’s it, Reese. I’m addicted to you.” He smiled against my stomach and then raised his head up at me. Those crystal blues gazing so innocently.

“I think I’m addicted to you, too.” I blushed.

“That’s it then, we’re addicts.”

“Mr. Cavanaugh?” I heard that familiar Aussie voice call out loudly while knocking on the door.

“Shit, it’s Heath.” I whispered in a panic. I jumped off the desk, grabbed my clothes and ran into the room with all the equipment. It was dark, I didn’t even bother to find the light switch. My heart felt like it was about to jump out my chest.

Jake pulled up his boxers and pants – buttoning as fast as he could – pulled on his shirt and fixed his tie.

He opened the door. Heath stood there with his usual apprehensive look. He pursed his lips as everything registered in his mind. Jake’s tussled hair, his shirt halfway out his pants and his strung out tie. Even the beads of sweat on his forehead were too obvious. “Andrews, what’s up?” Jake asked as nonchalantly as possible.

“Just looking for Reese, is she here?” Heath asked trying to look past Jake.

“Uh no,” Jake said trying to meet Heath’s gaze, “Ms. Singh left. Said she had to meet you.”

“Funny, she never showed. And she’s not answering her phone either.”

“Well, I haven’t seen her, she left about twenty minutes ago. Sorry. I was in the middle of rehearsals.”

“Okay. Thanks.” Heath said unconvinced. “I could have sworn I heard her, but I’ll go see if she showed up at Tang. Later.” He replied sarcastically and then left. Jake closed the door and sighed, sliding his back down the length of the door into a crouched position on the floor.

When I heard Heath leave, I crept outside, straightening out my clothes and walked up to Jake. He looked petrified. “What’s wrong?” I whispered. “You think he bought it?”

Jake licked his lips and widened his eyes, “Fuck!”

“What?” He pointed his chin behind me and I turned – both my bag and laptop were there in plain sight.

“Oh God, oh God. No.” I bent my head in utter humiliation. “What the hell am I gonna do?”

“You have to tell him.” Jake palmed his face. “I mean, how long were you gonna keep it a secret from him anyway, he’s your best friend. You guys live together.”

“I thought you wanted to keep it quiet?”

“From the school, yeah. I’d lose my fucking credibility and possibly my job if they found out. Dean Greyman isn’t too fond of those things, it’s against the code of conduct. But I wouldn’t expect your close friends to not know. That’s just unrealistic. You’re an adult and shouldn’t have to keep lying to Andrews.”

I smiled because what he said let me know he was definitely serious about our relationship. He was okay with me telling my friends about us. He wasn’t just my closet fuck, he was my boyfriend. God, I don’t know why that turned me on. I pecked him on the lips and he got up off the floor, straightened up himself and slipped on his jacket.

“I’ll talk to Heath.” I whispered.

I grabbed my things and ran outside, heading into Tang.

I saw Heath with his head bent, sitting at our usual table. I paced up to him and the closer I got, the faster my heart pounded. I was scared to tell him. Firstly, because I was in love with him and wanted him, and secondly, because I was fucking
our teacher
. It was just too awkward.

“Heath.” I whispered. He raised his head, his eyes intense. I could tell he knows, he wanted me to know that he knows the way he was staring. “Hey.” I mouthed.

“Reese?” He raised a questionable brow at me and I sat down. “Where’ve you been?” I opened my mouth, paused, then closed it back, I couldn’t do it! It was too hard. My face spoke a thousand words though. A silent apology, the truth – everything! “Mr. Cavanaugh?”

“Told you it wasn’t drugs.” I managed to say.

“I can’t fucking believe you.” He whispered sternly. “Fucking in a classroom? And with him, no less. Have you lost your bloody mind?” I never saw him look this angry, not even with Caroline. But he was out of line!

“Excuse me?” I asked suddenly infuriated.
How dare he? Wasn’t I allowed my happiness? He can’t believe me? Does he own me?

“You heard me, Reese.”

“I will not discuss this with you here, Heath. You wanna talk? Let’s go!” I shot out of my seat and stormed outside, towards the car. He powerwalked behind me, grabbed onto my arm and pulled me towards him. “What?”

At that moment, I saw Jake jogging up to his car. Heath watched him with so much hatred and rage. He then turned back to me. “Are you insane, him? You’re probably college girl number fifty-seven.”

“Don’t speak on things you don’t know. You don’t know a damn thing about him.”

“Oh and you do?”

“I know a whole hell of a lot more than you! What the hell does any of this have to do with you?”

“You are my best friend, Reesie. You have a good heart. I don’t wanna see you get hurt.”

I licked my lips and pursed them. He stepped closer. “Listen, Jake and I…”

“Jake? Wow.” He interrupted.

“
He and I
have been friends for a while, I used to talk to him when he was with his ex, and he’s a good guy. I am not college girl number fifty seven or fifty eight, not even two. I am one and I am happy, you understand?”

He stood there mirthlessly, shaking his head. He then looked into my eyes and sighed, looking calm, apologetic even, “Pieces…”

“I like him.” I whispered.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. It’s not my place. I’m truly sorry. Forgive me?”

“I do, Heath.” He hugged me and we got into the car and made our way back home.

“How long?” He asked breaking the deafening silence. “You and him?”

“Only three days. It happened on Saturday.”

“Wow. And you’re that defensive of him already?”

“Reminds you of someone?” I asked in the bitchiest sarcastic tone ever. He huffed.

“You got me there, Reese. Do you, I won’t judge. One thing though?” I turned to him. “The fuck he got an Aston Martin?” I couldn’t hold back my laugh.

“He is actually really fucking rich.”

“Serious mate? How rich?”

“Co-owns Cave Ink.” His mouth dropped.

“Bullshit! You’re fucking with me, right?”

“Nope.”

“What in the bloody hell? And he drives a Prius. Scratch that! Why is he even teaching and shooting indie films? He is a special kind of cunt, isn’t he?”

“Oh gosh, no. He loves teaching, indie films are a hobby of his and a way for us to get extra cred.”

“Major bullshit! That sounds too good to be true, how certain are you of this?”

“I’ve been to his house, been in his car, he had his driver pick me up in his Escalade and introduced me to the owner of Ruse` and Kraze Nightclub on Saturday. He is absolutely legit.”

“Ruse` and Kraze? That’s in Pasadena? Where we always wanted to go?” He glanced at me and back at the road.

“Yep.”

“What the fuck?”

“I know right, I couldn’t believe it at first. In fact, I still can’t believe any of this is happening, to be honest. It just seems so surreal.”

“It is. Why didn’t you tell me?” I paused, a lump forming in my throat.
It’s because I love you
, I wanted to say. Instead I told him that it’s complicated. “I understand.” He replied.

A million thoughts raced through my mind. I was feeling a swirl of emotions inside; the anxiety had my stomach in knots. Now I know there was no going back, Heath knows. It’s only been three days and he knows.
This is too much, all too fast.

Heath avoided me for days after I told him about Jake and me. He kept saying he was cool about it, but his actions definitely spoke louder than his words. He would stay out for hours with Caroline when he knew I’d be home, made excuses in between classes not to be with me and so it went. And for some strange reason, Caroline stopped making her fortnightly weekend visits. I cried endlessly for the past two weeks when I was alone because I was essentially losing my best friend.

I woke up on Saturday morning to hear Heath blasting
Panic! At The Disco
from our living room stereo. Every two weeks we would do a general cleaning of our apartment and today was that day. I took a shower, brushed my teeth and changed into a pair of short pants and a tee.

I jogged downstairs and Heath was in a pair of basketball shorts and a jersey eating a bowl of cereal. “Oh hey, Pieces, how are you?” He asked when he noticed me standing at the foot of the stairs.

“Not good, seeing that you have to
ask
me that even though we live in the same damn house. What the hell going on with you?”

“Nothing, why do you ask?” He slurped on the milk in his bowl.

“Because since I told you about Jake, you have been avoiding me.”

“No I have…”

“Save it! You need to stop. I hate Caroline but I stand by you, I think she’s a bitch, but I remain your fri…”

“You hate Caroline?” He got up from the stool at the breakfast bar with a confused look.

“Yes, yes I do. Always have. She doesn’t like me…”

“That’s not true, Re…”

“Ugh, save it! Something about her is off! But I remain your friend. Why are you blanking me?”

“I’m sorry, Reese. I just… I don’t know. It makes me feel weird. I have to go to his classes almost every day and I could hardly see him as Mr. Cavanaugh anymore. It’s bugging me out.”

“I used to be able to tell you anything, now I hardly get a hello. It makes me cry, Heath.” His brows raised as his forehead creased; his usual apprehensive look. His anxious green eyes looked at me regretfully. He bent his head and sighed.

“Oh God, Pieces. I’ve been a jerk. I’m so sorry.” He paced up to me and pulled me into a tight embrace. “I’m so sorry.” He breathed. “I was so worried about Jake making you cry, I didn’t even realise I was doing it to you.” Tears began to stream down my face and he brushed them away with his thumbs. “Tell me anything, I’m here for you.”

“Thank you.” I smiled.

“I honestly may never approve, I don’t know why, but I will respect your decision. You ready for our bi-weekly chores?” He asked in faux-excitement.

“Ready than I’d ever be.” I grinned.

After I ate a bowl of cereal and washed up the dishes, I went up to my room and got my laundry basket. I made my way to our laundry room at the end of the hall and turned on the washing machine. I separated my clothes as it filled up with water, threw in the detergent and tossed in some clothes. I then grabbed the broom and swept the hallway. Heath was downstairs dusting and polishing the cupboards.

When I was done sweeping both upstairs and downstairs, I began to mop as Heath tidied his room. I washed the rest of Heath’s and my laundry, and when they were done in the dryer, Heath and I both began to fold our clothes together. “So, chores are done, what’s your plan for the rest of the day?” Heath asked as we continued folding our clothes.

“Nothing really, I was just planning to go by Jake. You?”

“I was supposed to go out with Caroline, but she is being her usual self…”

“A bitch?”

“Yeah, that. I could ditch, if you’re up for it, we can go out.”
Yes! My best friend is back.
“Yes, definitely.” I couldn’t have sounded more elated.
Heath docking Caroline for me?
Yes!

Our apartment was officially clean. We both got ready and went out to Kings Mall on the busy side of town, not too far from where Jake lived. Kings Mall was the most popular mall in Dillcaster, filled with high end clothing stores, shoe stores, a massive food court, one of the largest playgrounds and arcades, a cinema and much more. The grocery was right next to the mall as well. There was hardly anything you couldn’t find here.

We walked into the mall and there were people all around us, and over the loud chatter I could still here
Midnight River by Vaults
playing.

Teen boys in skinny jeans tighter than the pair I had on with huge headphones around their necks and skateboards in their hands were hanging around the fountain near the entrance. Teen girls in their miniskirts and converse also bombarded the scene, with linked arms going from store to store. Spreading their glossed lips, ear to ear, in pompous laughter. I never had that, girlfriends. Heath and my cousin Salimah is as close to a girlfriend I’d ever have. I linked my arm in his and he looked down at me. I flashed him a broad smile and he chuckled.

We strolled past the many display windows showing well-dressed mannequins and signs flashing sales and discounts. Mothers bustling behind their kids while the fathers paced idly in the background. We walked up to the escalator and got on. When we reached to the next floor I noticed Haagen-Dazs down the far end and I tugged on Heath. Unspoken words, yet he knew exactly what I wanted.

We sat outside on the balcony of Haagen-Dazs eating Berries and Cream ice-cream. “Mmm.” I hummed in satisfaction. Heath smiled.

“You know, they do have other flavours.”

“Yet, we choose this one every time.” I said impishly.

“It’s the best.”

“Truth.” I praised, sticking my spoon up in the air

I stared at him as he savoured every spoon of ice-cream. He was such a dweeb, but I loved him all the same. His honey brown hair, those emerald eyes and those lips. He looked at me and caught my gaze. His eyebrows furrowed. “What?” He asked in that swoon worthy Aussie accent.

“Nothing.” I flushed. “Just happy.”

“I am too, I actually really missed you. Thank you for talking some sense into me, I was kind of dreading spending the entire day with Caroline.”

“You do know it’s completely sad that you dread spending time with your girlfriend. If that doesn’t let you know she isn’t the one for you, I don’t know what will.”

He paused, his lips pursed and I could tell he was in a deep thought. Fighting himself against the truth. He knew his and Caroline’s relationship was toxic, yet he stayed. He licked his lips, “You’re right, Pieces, but it’s complicated.”

I didn’t bother to respond because no one understood the complication of a toxic relationship more than I did. I stayed with my emotionally abusive ex for years before I left his sorry ass in Trinidad. But I also knew that it wasn’t worth the drama either. It wasn’t love, it was him controlling me and making me feel worthless, much like Caroline was doing to Heath. I could have given him true love, but he only saw me as a friend. We both finished our ice-creams in silence.

“Hey, you wanna go to the arcade?” I asked him when we got up to leave.

“The arcade? Do you even have to ask? Yes!”

We entered the arcade, bought twenty game coins each and looked at each other with bright eyes like we were two ten year olds. Our eyes darted from one noisy flashing game to the other. Mentally deciding which game we wanted to play.

“Godfather’s Empire?” Heath raised a questionable brow.

“You’re on, let’s see who kills the most cops.” We both ran up to the game, armed ourselves with the light guns and waited for it to load.

After beating Heath in every game possible, we exited the mall. We were laughing our asses off at the window shoppers, making up hilarious possible conversations based on their actions. It felt like we were kids for a while. I’ve only known him for little over a year, but he and I were so in sync, I loved every moment of it.

“So, what now?” He asked. “Wanna catch a movie?” Just then, I begun to hear
Tove Lo – Talking Body
ringing off in my pants.
Shit, it’s Jake calling my phone.
I signalled Heath to hold on. I had told Jake earlier that I was going to do some work for another class – I don’t know why I lied but I did – and that he could come pick me up when I was done. When I answered, he asked me if I was ready and I told him that I wouldn’t be ready until the next hour. When I hung up, Heath looked disappointed.

“Sorry.” I mouthed.

“It’s alright. You have to see your man, I get it. I’ll go see Caroline. Need me to drop you off?”

“No, he’s picking me up.”

“Oh yeah, that’s right, the Aston Martin.” He bent his head. “Well, let’s go then.” He put his arm around my shoulders and we walked back to the car.

We took thirteen minutes to get home! And yes I counted! I barely had time to get ready before Jake showed up. I packed an overnight bag and finished up just before he arrived.

When I went downstairs, I saw Heath in a pair of plaid ¾ cargos and a white Tee sitting on the loveseat watching TV. “Hey, you not going to see Caroline?”

“Not in the mood.” He answered as he flicked through the channels. I heard Jake’s car pull up in front. “Have fun.” Heath said nonchalantly when he heard his car too.

“Thanks. Will you be okay?”

“Yeah Reese, I’m good.” He glanced back at me and he looked stunned. “Wow.”

“You like it?” I asked in reference to my lengthy sheer strapless dress. I bought this a year ago and was never given the opportunity to use it until now. My symbol of elegance; the jewel encrusted bustier fitted and moulded my breasts perfectly and a lace pattern ran over my stomach, complimenting my shapely body. Sheer purple fabric draped past my toes and a slit running straight up my right leg, exposing my matching open toe heels, gave it a bold touch. I had flat ironed my hair and had it pulled neatly behind my ears in a middle path.

“You look amazing.” He couldn’t take his eyes off of me. “I’ve never seen you look so… Wow! Enjoy Pieces.”

“Thank you.” I flashed a half smile and then left, closing the door behind me.

I walked out to the driveway and Jake was standing there in a black suit with a wine coloured double cuff shirt on the inside. That colour suited him and went well with my dress.

You could tell that the suits he wore at school were nothing compared to the ones he wore out. It was sharp-looking; cut to precision, bold across the shoulders, gentle lines around the waist, neatly pressed lapels and just the right length. He exuded perfection, even his black dress shoes were evidently well polished and his usually tussled hair was slicked back effortlessly. He looked amazing, flashing that winning smile at me, blue eyes sparkling as I approached him.

“Holy fuck!” He breathed.

“Hello to you, too.” I was glowing and I knew I looked amazing. Hell, I felt amazing.

“Reese, there are no words to describe how beautiful you look tonight. You’re… wow, you have me lost for words. That has never happened before. I’m usually really good with words.” My cheeks burned the way I was blushing.

“Me? What about you? That suit definitely does you justice. You look… Perfect.”

“Perfect?”

“Perfect for me.” I blushed, my dimples deepening. He pecked me on the cheek and then gestured me into his car.

Soon enough we were making our way down the road. Music quietly playing on his radio. “So, where exactly are we going? You still haven’t told me. All you said was to dress as best elegantly as I could.”

“Cave Ink Productions.”

“Los Angeles? How come you’re driving?”

“Well, I wanted to pick you up first and then go home. Sven’s there waiting to take us with the Escalade.”

“Oh. But what about Cave Ink, what’s going on there?”

“It’s our eighth anniversary. Awesome stuff.”

“What about paparazzi?”

“They don’t know who I am. My ties with Cave Ink have been confidential. As far as they are concerned, Anton Scarzgard owns the company, he doesn’t mind the fame. I’m just known as an amateur indie filmmaker.” He winked.

“You are weird.” He laughed.

We eventually reached Jake’s house and Sven was there waiting for us in the Escalade. He was about to get out to open the door for us, but Jake waved him off and then opened the door for me. We both got in and in a few short minutes, were on our way to Los Angeles.

Jake held onto my hand. I looked down at our intertwined fingers and then back up at his beautifully masculine face as he looked out the heavily tinted window. He must have felt my eyes on him because he turned to me and smiled, brushing his thumb gently on my cheek. “You’re in deep thought. Everything okay?” I enquired.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He pulled our locked fingers to his mouth and kissed my hand. He then reached over to me, his palm gently caressing my face and kissed me for what seemed like hours. He slowly pulled away, only inches from my face, his ice blues locked firmly to my hazel-greens. I felt my heart beginning to beat against my chest, breathing seemed almost impossible at that moment. Every time I met his gaze, I felt this way, something about those eyes had that influence on me.