Love Scars - 3: Stop (4 page)

“Well, excuse me,” Lisa said, “but someone has to say it.” She stood up with her hands on her hips and went into full-blown righteous mode. “It’s time you had a little happiness in your life.”

I burst out laughing.

“I mean it!”

“Oh, Leese. What would I do without you?” I picked up my garbage bag and linked arms with her. “Come on. Let’s go check the coals and make some margaritas.”

Walking back to the house, we were both quiet. I was surprised by the optimism I felt, an extremely unfamiliar emotion. Part of me even hoped J.D. would show up Wednesday.

At the deck steps Lisa said, “Did you notice Brad left the party early? He didn’t even say goodbye.”

“Well, yeah,” I said. “I don’t think he wanted his broken heart to ruin your big night.”

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Are you blind? Brad’s been crazy about you since he joined the study group.”

“No way. I thought...” Her face paled a little. “I thought Brad was gay.”

“Why would you?”

“He doesn’t have a girlfriend, for one thing.”

“Well, he doesn’t have a boyfriend.”

“But he never talks about women. At all.”

“Because you’re the one he wants,” I said.

“But…he never said anything.”

“Because Frank is always in the way!” I didn't mean that to sound as harsh as it did.

“And you’re on Brad’s side?”

“I’m on your side, silly,” I said. “I’m happy for you and Frank. He’s been in love with you love forever. I’m sorry for Brad, but he’s late.”

“God, and I just texted him like everything was normal.” I could see the wheels turning in her head. She’d honestly had no clue.

Just then Frank’s white Volvo drove up near the side gate and Stacey jumped out from the passenger side. “I’m home!”

She’d cut her hair. And she’d changed—or the way I saw her changed. She wasn’t a kid at all. She rushed through the gate and threw her arms around me and Lisa.

“What have you done to your hair?” Lisa said.

“When did you get to be taller than me?” I said. I sounded just like my mom. I should have added
kiddo
to the question.

“Duh, like last year.” Stacey’s green eyes flashed with fun. She ran her black and white silk nails through the short dark brown curls. “You like?”

When she left last Wednesday her hair was long, down to the small of her back, and she wasn’t wearing makeup. Not like now. It was subtle, but she definitely had on a little shadow and blush, and red tinted gloss accented her full perfect lips.

“I love!” Lisa said. “You look gorgeous, sweetie!”

She did look gorgeous. She wasn’t a little girl anymore.

In fact, I realized with a shock, Stacey was the same age I was when we moved in here with Grandma. I’d considered myself an adult then. I’d resented Grandma’s constant clucking and worrying. Did Stacey feel the same way about me? Was I getting old without noticing it?

“The kid’s definitely been influenced by her ‘aunt’ Lisa.” Frank came through the gate carrying a load of shopping bags with Disney logos all over them. “This is only half of what was in the trunk.”

“Thanks, Frank.” Stacey followed him across the deck to the house. “I brought presents for everybody.”

I followed Frank and Stacey and stopped at the sliding glass door. “Leese, are you coming?”

She was at the bottom of the deck steps staring at her engagement ring. She looked awful, like she realized she’d made a terrible mistake.

“How do you love me now, J.D.?” Nicole said.

She raised one eyebrow and gave me her come-hither look. We’d gotten together on Monday and Tuesday, and now it seemed she wanted to go three for three. She laid her palm out flat in front of my chest, displaying a small black device.

“Wait a minute,” I said. “That’s not the prototype.”

It was smaller than the one Brad showed me last week, still on my desk. I picked up the one Nicole held. It felt heavier. More substantial.

“It’s Proto 2,” she said. “Proto 1 didn’t have the sat uplink module installed. I’ll get it retrofitted so Brad will have a backup.” She dropped the original scanner into her lab coat pocket.

I knew she was working on the scanner design, but I didn’t know Brad had brought her in on the plans for the Barton dig. If Brad trusted Nicole, it was a good sign.
All the
better for BlueMagick if the two of them could get along.

She pulled out her hair picks. Her thick red curls fell down around her shoulders. Except for the color, for a split second it made me think of Nora. “Now tell me how much you love me.”

I might as well give Nicole the kudos she deserved. She was as brilliant at design execution as she was at speculative research. “BlueMagick is lucky to have you, Nic.”

“Meaning you love me like a friend,” she said. She took off her coat and laid it across my desk then fingered the top button on her blouse. “How do you feel about fucking your good friend today?” She undid her buttons, exposing her breasts. My cock responded accordingly.

Why not?
I appreciated Brad’s concerns about a lawsuit, but this arrangement with Nicole was mutually beneficial. We were both sluts in this. Besides, if she sued, I’d just pay her off and be rid of her.

I put Proto 2 in my top drawer without taking my eyes off her fingers working her buttons. “Go on,” I said. Anything to drive away the thoughts of Nora.

Nora’s sweet dark eyes and long brown hair had even begun to invade my dreams. Every time I thought of her laughing at me at the end of her bed it made me smile. The memory of her trembling in my arms made me crazy with desire.

Nicole’s smile broadened as she let her shirt fall to the floor. Today it was a strapless black lace bra. It looked hot against her pale freckled skin. She was a smart, good-looking woman. What was she doing here?

“Three days in a row,” she said. She stepped out of her slacks to reveal matching lacy black panties. “This is a habit I don’t want to break.”

Her jabbering jarred against my nerves. I opened my jeans and pulled out my cock and moved around the desk to her. Suddenly I just wanted to get it over with.

“Yeah, big boy,” she said eagerly. “Let’s go.”

She sank to her knees in front of me. Her hot wet mouth surrounded my shaft, and I ran my hands through her hair and pressed her head close. She sucked, and I pumped against her face, but I wasn’t in the mood to go gentle. I pulled out and lifted her up.

“Turn around,” I said.

I bent her over the desk in front of me and spread her legs apart. I reached up from behind, and she cried out a little as I slid a finger over her clit. She was already hot and wet, and I spread her folds and rubbed her juices over her clit.

I had no interest in making love to Nicole. I needed something else from her. I needed to disappear and forget who I was, if only for the thirty second it took to finish myself off inside her. I tore open a condom and slipped it on then plunged into her, ramming her against the desk.

She arched her back against my chest, and I reached around and pulled her bra up until her breasts popped out. She pushed her butt up against me and made little groaning sounds. She was faking it, but I didn’t care. I rammed her again and buried my face in her hair.

It smelled of rosemary and mint.

Nora.
Instantly, I saw Nora’s wide, beautiful eyes before me. I pulled her hair to the side and kissed her neck and nibbled her ear.
Oh, Nora.
I pulled out and turned her over, easing her up onto on the desk on her back. I crawled over her and kissed her mouth, her throat, and moved down to her belly, to the sweet hairs below, and found her clit.

I sucked her clit and prodded her inside with one hand while I fingered a nipple with the other. She moved with my movements. She was an instrument, and I was the musician who made her strings vibrate. I left her clit and moved up to her breast, taking a nipple between my teeth. I sucked, and she moaned and spread her legs apart. I guided myself inside her.

I drove into her and made her shudder with every thrust. I pounded myself into her. I wanted to obliterate the walls between us. “Nora,” I whispered and shuddered and lost myself inside her. “Nora.”

I collapsed in her arms.

“Who the hell is Nora?”

Oh. Fuck.

“You asshole.” Nicole pushed me off and twisted out from under me.

“Shit, Nicole. I am so sorry.”

She pulled her clothes back on. “You’re going to be sorry.” She stormed off. She stopped at the office door and looked at me, shaking her head. “You really are an asshole, J.D.”

“I can’t deny it.” I raised my hands in surrender.

She slammed the door behind her, and I went to my bathroom to clean up. I had the feeling we weren’t fuck
buddies
anymore.

These last three days had been a mistake with Nicole. I had wanted to blot out thoughts of Nora, but I was kidding myself thinking Nicole was safe. She’d obviously developed feelings about our relationship. Not love. Holly-type feelings.
You’re going to be sorry.
Yeah. I’d better tell my lawyer to get out the checkbook.

Shit, Nicole was right. I was an asshole.

When I came out, Brad was in the office standing next to a woman’s street bike and holding a black Giro Aeon helmet. “I passed Nicole on my way in,” he said. “Ouch.”

“She
look
mad?”

“Well, she wasn’t exactly singing
I’m Walking
On
Sunshine.
”

“Yeah, my bad,” I said.

“You’re courting disaster there, my friend.”

“I know, I know. It’s over. I mean it,” I said. “Why do you have a woman’s bike in my office?”

“It’s Stacey’s present,” he said. “For riding around campus. Birthday dinner tonight, remember?”

“I don’t get it,” I said. “Why go, dude? Why torture yourself?”

“Because I told her I would,” he said. “And because we might learn something more about Steve Heron’s plans.”

I wanted to see Nora, but I’d fucked everything up. I had no idea how to have a real relationship, but I was pretty sure lying about who I am wasn’t the best first step.

“I didn’t get the kid a present,” I said.

Brad handed me the helmet. “You can give her this.”

The minute I turned onto the campus, I realized I’d be early for my meeting with Steve. I had forgotten the parking lots would be relatively empty since the semester had ended.

I pulled my mom’s red Altima into a space near the bookstore. The car was new when she bought it, but it was almost ten years old. Even with regular maintenance, it was now at the point where things kept breaking. Last week, the air conditioner went out.

It was hot, even for the first week in June. Every year it seemed the heat came sooner and lasted longer. As I paid for an iced latte at the Union, I spotted Steve outside through the window. He was talking to someone at a table in the courtyard. His back was to me, but his cropped black hair and disciplined straight posture were unmistakable.

I felt a twinge of irritation to see him interviewing someone else. I thought the job was already mine. It was tacky of me, I admit it, but I went out and sat at a table behind him, close enough to overhear the conversation.

The girl he was talking to looked a couple of years older than me. She wore a white lab coat and had gorgeous curly red hair stuck on top of her head with a pencil. Great idea. I could feel the sweat on my neck. I looked through my bag for a scrunchie to put my hair up in a ponytail.

“You did well,” Steve said to her, punching something into an iPad. “Your payment’s been transferred to your account.”

“Good.” The girl checked her own tablet. “I’m out of there. I’m never going back.”

“Oh, no, Nicole. You’re not finished yet,” Steve said pleasantly. “We need you to make sure the lab analysis goes the right way.”

“I won’t stay there. I can’t. It’s too humiliating.”

“You stay until we tell you to go.” Steve’s voice turned cold as ice, sending a chill up my spine, and Nicole’s eyes widened, as if his tone shocked her too.

I knew I wasn’t supposed to hear this. I got up quietly and went back into the Student Union, holding my breath all the way. I watched through the window until Nicole left.

I went outside again, and Steve greeted me with that million dollar smile—I should say $150,000 smile.

“Hi, Nora,” he said. “Ready to be briefed?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I’m not sure—”

“Maybe this will help.” He handed me an envelope. “I convinced my superiors you deserved a gesture of good faith. Take a look.”

The envelope held a check made out to me. “$50,000. You’re joking,” I said. “This can’t be legal.”

“Look closer,” Steve said. “Would that information be on the check if it was illegal?”