Lynne's Love Triangle (2 page)

Chapter Two

SATURDAY NIGHT

DECEMBER 24

IS ELVIS NIGHT

AT

THE ORCHID LOUNGE

NO COVER CHARGE

From 7:00 pm until 11:30 pm

Judging for the Best Elvis

Will be

December 24 at 9:00 pm

Bring a friend and have a ball!!

Kurt did a double take at the advertisement buried in the corner of page four of the entertainment section. Lynne was absolutely crazy over Elvis. Her entire living room was plastered in Elvis memorabilia. She had everything from old records to a scrapbook of old newspaper clippings, replicas, figurines of the long-deceased superstar, and one God awful velvet painting Kurt wished she’d get rid of.

She would love to see an Elvis impersonator contest.

It was only by chance he’d come upon the small advertisement because he’d been killing time scanning the newspaper while he waited for Lynne to show her gorgeous face from her hibernation in the bathroom.

Lynne had been hiding out in the bathroom for over half an hour. She was supposed to be ready when he stopped by for her, but as usual, she was running late. His stomach growled. “Will you hurry up, lady? I’m gettin’ hungry as a bear.”

“I’m almost done.” She peeked out of the bathroom, her long, auburn hair still in rollers, and her makeup was applied lightly in a natural look. Beautiful brown eyes sparkled mischievously at him. “You have the patience of a flea. Give me a break will you?”

“I resent being called a small, nasty creature.” Kurt chuckled, but he would be happy to be a flea on her. He would love to bite her all over her body. She was right though; he had the patience of a gnat. He hated it when she was right. She’d been driving him nuts since he met her in his college English class. She’d been his professor, but they’d hit it off like they’d known each other since grade school. Twenty- five to Lynne’s forty should have been a real turn off, but Kurt was crazy about her. As far as he was concerned, age had no place in their relationship. She drove him mad with desire, oblivious to the way he followed her scent when she moved across the room or stole glances at her when she walked away.

Kurt rubbed a work rough hand over his face. He probably should have shaved. Stubble was another thing Lynne gave him a hard time about. God! He loved her so damn much, and she had no earthly idea. "Best Buds" was what she called their relationship. He wanted to take the relationship to a much deeper level, but couldn’t think of a way to broach the subject. Hell, he’d had girlfriends and slept with plenty of them, but when it came to Lynne, he felt like a boy again, totally lacking the confidence he needed to make his intentions clear.

Talk about someone who was totally clueless…Lynne took the cake.

Couldn’t she see how he felt about her in his eyes? Couldn’t she tell by the way he touched her as often as he could? Was he too casual when he draped an arm over her soft shoulders and gave her a gentle squeeze once in a while? Maybe his kisses shouldn’t be so soft and quick.

He almost thought he’d gotten to her the night Sandy mentioned she was packed and ready to leave. Lynne had hugged him hard, and he had gotten the feeling if Sandy hadn’t been there she probably would have nuzzled his neck.

That night had been an eye-opener for him. The usual banter had turned far more suggestive than usual. He’d almost choked on his tongue when he brought up spanking, and she’d picked up on the conversation and made it so naughty. He’d had a hard-on for days.

Looking back at it tonight brought his cock back to full arousal. He was hot and aching to be inside of her already. If his body kept on reacting this way at the mention or thought of Lynne, he was afraid he was going to have to visit the emergency room. Did they treat permanent erections? Lord, it could sure be embarrassing. He felt like a schoolboy with his first high school crush.

Cold showers had done nothing to tame his over-aroused cock. He’d simply been blue with a stiff woody between his legs.

When he was around Lynne, his whole body ached to be near her. He desired her like no other woman. Her smell intoxicated him. He craved her touch. It was getting harder and harder to keep his hands off of her. All he could think about was grabbing her and kissing her until she was subdued by his lust. How could she miss a hard-on as big as a damn baseball bat? He’d given up trying to hide it in hopes she’d notice, but she was oblivious.

True, Lynne wore contacts, but she wasn’t blind. God, what was keeping her in the bathroom? She’d be there all night if he didn’t say something.

“Lynne Hughes.” He raised his voice so she could hear him through the closed door. “If you don’t move your ass right now, I’m leaving without you. Do you hear me, woman?”

Like he’d cut an evening with the love of his life short.
Not!

“For heaven sake, Kurt, the whole neighborhood heard you.” She suddenly appeared out of nowhere and was directly behind him.

How she managed to be silent on the hardwood floor was beyond him, especially since she was wearing three-inch, heeled cowboy boots. Alligator boots to be exact. Boots he’d bought her for Christmas last year and that only served to accentuate those long, sexy legs. Legs that were probably smooth as sin after being clean-shaven.

A tremor shook his body, and, embarrassed, he turned his gaze to the hardwood floor.

Oh hell, hardwood made him think about his aching cock, and it was back again at full-mast.

“You look great,” Kurt blurted then wished he kept his mouth shut.

A frown creased Lynne’s pretty face. She looked down at herself, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles on her tight mini skirt. “Are you sure?”

He gave her a light tap on the bicep. “Yes. You look fine. Wonderful. Excellent. What more can I say? You’ll be the belle of the ball.”

“Maybe I should change? Especially since I have no idea where we’re going.” Lynne turned to glance at him.

“When did you get so insecure? You know damn good and well you look hot in a skirt and your leather and lace vest. What more do you want me to say?”

“Nothing, sorry.” Her high cheekbones flushed red. She ran fingers through her already mussed hair, and her frown slowly turned to a grin. “So? Where are we going?”

“Nice change of subject. You just wanted to hear me say how pretty you looked.” Kurt picked up the newspaper he’d dropped when Lynne scared the pants off him and folded back the pages. “I thought we’d go check out Elvis Night at the Orchid Lounge. Whadda ya think? Interested?” Stupid question. He already knew the answer was yes. Lynne loved Elvis. Her living room looked like the Elvis museum. As far as she was concerned, Elvis was alive and well and living in Nashville.

For the second time in less than ten minutes, she startled him by throwing her arms around his neck and squealing in his ear. The newspaper crunched. His arms and the paper were trapped between their two bodies. She was hot. Sizzling hot. And, damn it felt good. Her belly was warm and soft. Bare skin rubbed against his knuckles where her tiny T-shirt had bunched up.

“Oh, Kurt, you know how much I love Elvis. How sweet of you. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.” She planted a smacking kiss on his cheek.

Wonderful! Just what he wanted—to be her best friend—when all he really wanted was to become her lover.

Her kiss was delicious, but he wished she planted that kiss on his lips. The scent of chocolate and mint wafted from her mouth. Not one of his favorite flavors, but he could learn to love it real fast.

Down boy!
Kurt’s baseball bat hard-on was back with a vengeance. His jeans were too damn tight. He wished he could yank on the no-give fabric and relieve the pressure, but his mama had raised a gentleman.

He stepped back so quick he almost landed on the sofa. Lynne grabbed his hand and stopped his inelegant descent.

She giggled, and he hoped she’d been too busy and excited about Elvis to notice his erection pressing against her hip.

She held on to his hand for a few seconds. Heat crept up his spine. What was she thinking?

He shifted his stance and closed his eyes. He blinked and opened his lids to find her velvet brown eyes right in front of him. They were practically nose-to-nose. “What?”

She put her hands on his biceps and turned him to face the door. Her hand was at the small of his back. She gave a little shove. “Hurry up. You promised you’d buy me dinner.”

“I didn’t say anything about dinner. I said I’d buy you a burger. Period.”

Lynne picked up his hand and wiggled her fingers until they were holding hands. She put a soft forefinger on his cheek with her free hand. “You’re a rotten cheapskate, mister. I wonder why I’m so crazy about you.”

If only
. Kurt had given up hope long ago. She was never going to see him as a grown-up man. To Lynne, he would always be an ex-student and good buddy. Nothing else.

* * * *

Kurt parked his brand new Ford F-150 under the canopy at Sonic. This was one of Lynne’s favorite fast food restaurants. The chain was designed to resemble a drive-in restaurant straight out of the 1950s, complete with the skating waitresses and rock music playing over the intercom. The truck’s shiny black paint glistened in the sunlight as he waited to order.

He turned to her in the passenger seat after rolling down his window. “Do you know what you would like to order, Lynne?”

“The usual.”

The weather had been warm and beautiful for the end of November. December was right around the corner and promised to be as pleasant. Kurt rolled down the window and waited for the skating carhop to arrive. Soon winter would arrive with chilly days and nights and the drive-in would take the carhops inside, but as long as the weather held, they’d be rolling around having fun.

“"Well bless my soul," a female voice mumbled near his ear.

“Ronnie. Been a long time. How are you doing?" Kurt replied.

Ronnie grimaced. "Fine, I guess. Same ol', same ol'."

“Sorry I haven't called you lately. My job keeps me hopping."

“Well, if you decide you miss me, give me a call."

"I'll do that," Kurt smiled. There was no way he planned to get involved with Ronnie. He'd only taken her out a couple of times and slept with her once. He wouldn't have even done that if he hadn't been suffering from a terminal hard-on caused by Lynne.

The whole night had been a terrible mistake and embarrassing as hell. The minute Ronnie got her clothes off, his erection had disappeared shriveling to an unimpressive three inches. Ronnie had tried her best to not laugh, but hadn’t succeeded, and Kurt had left in a hurry.

He’d been worried the impairment was permanent, but the moment he saw Lynne, he was back to full size and hard as a rock. His body had decided it was Lynne or no one. Personally, he didn't find being celibate all it was cracked up to be.

Ronnie took their orders and skated away.

“So, is she a friend of yours, Kurt?”

“Not anymore…”

“Oh. Wanna tell me about it?”

He stared out the windshield. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Mmm. Are you sure?”

“Positive. Drop it?”

Lynne patted his knee. “Fine. If you wanna talk, let me know–I’m here for you, buddy.”

The conversation had done wonders for his hard-on. It had taken the starch right out of him. He shuffled around in his seat until he faced Lynne. “So, babycakes, what do you want for Christmas? And, don’t you dare say your two front teeth. We go through this every freaking year.”

“I wouldn’t dream of messing with you.”

“Yeah, right. Sooo, tell me.” For the last couple of years he'd tried his damnedest to get her something special. Something she’d remember for the rest of her life. Usually she had no idea, and he would end up giving her clothing or something equally meaningless. What he really wanted to give her was a wedding ring.

Never gonna happen
. Not as long as he was a lily-livered, chicken-shit jerk and kept his mouth shut about his feelings—and his dick in his pants.

“Hey, lover boy, roll your window up a little.”

“Dang, Ronnie. You scared the crap outta me.” Kurt hurried to do what she demanded and Ronnie dropped the full tray into place on the window and smirked. “Enjoy. Call me sometime big boy, we’ll party down.”

Yeah, right. In your dreams
.

Ronnie was back in the kitchen before Lynne spoke. “Boy, you sure are jumpy tonight. Is something the matter?”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“Sure, whatever.” She punched his bicep. “So what’s with the carhop? She seemed a little friendly to call you loverboy or at least interested.”

“Screw her. What do you want for Christmas?” He handed Lynne a burger, fries, and a drink.

“Nice mouth…big guy.”

He ached to kiss the smirk off her pouty, pink lips. That would shut her up quick. “Knock it off, Lynne. Eat your dinner. We’re gonna be late, and you wanna see all the Elvises, don’t you?” Changing the subject and hoping for the best, Kurt took a big bite of his burger. “Good.”

Her smirk got broader and turned into a grin. God, he loved her dimples. He twisted sideways so he could see Lynne better and supported his back on the door and car seat. He had to get out of her space before he was tempted to lean forward and kiss the smear of catsup off the corner of her lips.