Starburst (6 page)

Trevas
made her breakfast, and she rode in the front seat on the ride to school.

“I
only need two hours and you can come back and get me,” she told him.

“Just
call me when you’re done. I only live about three miles from here, I’m going to
run by my place and check the mail and make sure everything is okay.”

“I
want to go to you place with you,” she told him.

“You
go ace this test. You can see my place some other time.”

“I
will ace this test, and I’m going to hold you to that.”

Alley
spent the next week and a half wrapped in Trevas’s arms and constantly kissing
and flirting with him. They swam in the pool late at night so that they didn’t
have to worry about the cameras and even drove around late at night, just to
get out of the house. Alley slept in his arms every night and as hard as it was
he refrained from touching her. On Tuesday, they lay in bed, and he lay on his side
and kept his hand on her stomach.

“Tell
me something that you have always wanted to do that you haven’t done,” he asked
her and she thought for a second.

“Make
love to you.”

He
rolled his eyes. “I’m being serious.”

“So
am I,” she promised. “Okay, okay let me think. Ride a school bus.”

“I
thought you were going to be serious.”

“I
am being serious,” she insisted. “I have always went to private schools and
been taken to school by a driver. I never got to ride a school bus.”

“Alley
Fletcher, the daughter of not one but two millionaires, who could have anything
she wants, wants to ride a school bus,” he teased.

She
laughed too. “It does sound kind of silly, doesn’t it? What about you? What do
you want to do that you haven’t yet?”

Trevas
didn’t have to think about it. “Open a restaurant,” he answered.

“I
could see you doing that. I love your cooking.”

“What’s
your middle name?” he asked.

“The
same as your grandmas,” she answered.

“Your
middle name is May?”

“Yup.”

“Wait,
isn’t that the girls name from the Beverly Hillbillies?”

Alley
laughed. “No that’s Ellie May. My name is Alex May. What is your middle name?”

“Wade.”

“Trevas
Wade Evans,” she said his full name. “Where did you get your name?”

“My
grandparents met at a restaurant in Iowa called Trevas, and then they named a
dog after it and then I came along and got it too.”

“You
were named after a dog?” she asked, teasing.

“No,
I was named after a romantic restaurant,” he demanded and tickled her causing
her to draw her legs up which landed him perfectly between them and then they
got quiet, staring intently at each other. Trevas leaned toward her, she raised
her body, and he kissed her. He ran his hand under her shirt and up her ribs
and then tilted her head back and kissed her neck and throat. Alley let out a
soft moan and it drove him crazy.

He
had never moved to anywhere on her body except for her lips, but he didn’t stop
there. He took her mouth again, and his hand wandered to her bare breast, and teased
her erect nipple, and this time he let out the soft moan, and after a few
moments she pulled away.

“Trevas
you have to stop,” Alley demanded.

Trevas
buried his face in his pillow. “I’m sorry.”

“You
don’t have to be sorry, but if you are not going to go all the way, then you can’t
go that far,” she protested. She couldn’t take it anymore either. She had been
sleeping in his bed for a week, enduring his torturous hands and lips and was
unable to control her own desires.

“Okay,
let’s go eat ice cream,” he told her with a sly grin and she laughed.

“Ice
cream?”

“Yes,
I saw a carton of butter pecan in the freezer, let’s go eat a bowl.”

Alley
got up and pulled his hand. They sat on the couch, and she threw her bare legs
over his and they each ate a bowl of ice cream. She turned it to the show,
sixteen and pregnant, and it made Trevas realize again, how young she really
was.

“You
are not seriously going to make me watch this are you?”

Alley
turned and looked at him and started flipping channels, “How about Law and
Order?”

“That’s
much better, and if you would stop walking around half naked all the time, I
could control my urges a lot better,” he added, rubbing his cold hand from the
ice-cream bowl up her leg, causing her to jump from the cold on her warm legs.

“If
you would have never kissed me the first time, you could control you urges,”
she teased, and he gave her a look of shock.

“Me?
You practically threw yourself on me.”

“I
did not, you liar.”

“Let’s
switch rolls, I will be you that first night, and you are me,” he suggested,
talking in a high pitch whiny voice. “OH…Trevas kiss me,” he teased, and she
laughed.

“I
am you?” she asked.

“Yes,”
he answered still pretending to be her with the fake female voice.

She
didn’t talk and pulled herself up to her knees and pressed her body against his
chest and kissed him, forcing him to part his lips with her tongue and then
slowly pulled away.

“I
did not do that,” he demanded in his own voice.

“But
you wanted too,” she accused, and he laughed.

*****

Trevas
sat straight up in bed the following morning at seven thirty, when he heard
someone in the house.

“Shit,”
he said to Alley, “we forgot about the housekeeper,” and she laughed.

“Shhhh,”
it’s not funny. “Do you have your cellphone?” he asked, and she turned to look
at the night stand.

“Yes.”

“I
will go out and start breakfast, as soon as it’s clear, I will text you and you
run upstairs.”

“Got
it chief,” she said, still laughing and he gave her a stern look that made her
laugh again.

Trevas
dressed and went out, he already had, ‘NOW’ typed in his phone, ready to hit
send, and as soon as the housekeeper went into the laundry room he hit it, and
she ran out, half naked, up the stairs, and all he could do was shake his head
in disbelief.

She
returned with a t-shirt and a pair of short shorts. He shook his head as their
eyes met and stayed locked on each other’s in a trance as she came to the
island to watch him cook. The housekeeper was busy mopping the marble floors
and they only spoke with their eyes afraid of how they would come across if
they spoke to each other. Alley got the mail and tried to busy herself while
Trevas made eggs and bacon.  She picked up her cellphone and text him, and he
gave her a look as he fetched it from his pocket, knowing that it was her.

“Kiss
me,” it read, and she laughed as he put it back in his pocket, giving her a firm
expression.

Trevas
sat their plates on the island and sat beside her as she thumbed through what
looked to be mostly junk mail. She put the important ones in a stack to take to
her dad’s office and tossed the rest in a trash pile.

“Isn’t
this from your school?” he asked, picking up the vanilla envelope that she had
tossed to the trash pile.

“Yes,
I’m sure it’s just my last report card,” she told him, and he looked confused.

“Don’t
you want to see if you passed?”

Alley
laughed. “I passed.”

“Can
I open it?” he asked.

“Okay,
I don’t care.”

Trevas
was in shock when he saw that all nine classes, she carried an A+ throughout
the year, and her grade point average was a 4.8. “You are a freaking genius,”
he exclaimed, and she laughed. “I thought that the highest GPA was 4.0, how did
you get a 4.8?”

“I
took advanced classes, and I’m not a genius, I did my homework and studied.”

Trevas
turned to say something to her but stopped himself and took a bite, not wanting
the housekeeper to hear what he was going to say.

They
rinsed their dishes, and Alley purposely rubbed her back against him as she
moved from the sink to the dishwasher. He nervously turned to the housekeeper
to make sure she hadn’t seen.

“Let’s
get out of here,” he whispered to her and she looked at him confused.

“And
go where?”

“My
place,” he whispered again.

“Alley,
your grades are something to be proud of. I’m overly impressed with you right
now,” Trevas told her as they drove.

“Hold
my hand,” she demanded, being modest about her grades and moving her hand to
the middle.

Trevas
didn’t want to hold her hand. It just caused more confusing feelings that he
knew he was going to have to put to rest in three maybe four more weeks. He
didn’t hold her hand in the middle of the seats, and instead, for some reason
picked it up and moved it to the top of her bare leg, holding it there. His
hand more than covered hers and his thumb swept back and forth on her leg.

“Why
are you being so unassertive about your grades? You should be proud of your
hard work.”

“Trevas
stop…” she demanded, getting annoyed, and he let it go but didn’t understand
her at all or why she refused to talk about her accomplishments. He wanted to
ask her about her plans now, but didn’t for the simple fact that he never knew
what would set her off and what wouldn’t, and her annoyed tone told him that it
was best to let it go.

Trevas
parked in his assigned parking spot with the painted on number, one thirty two,
and they walked down the sidewalk to his apartment. He typed in the code, and
the door buzzed letting them enter.

“Fourth
floor,” he told her and held the door for the stairs.

“What,
you don’t even have an elevator?” she asked, entering the stairwell.

“Yes,
there is an elevator but this is better for you and I wanted to watch you walk
in front of me,” he teased, and she turned to look at him with that dangerous
look again. He chastised himself for saying that, wondeing why he kept doing it
and knew that he was leading her on. He thought about what she thought was
going to come out of whatever it was they were doing.

“You
don’t have much stuff,” she stated, walking around his apartment.

It
was a loft apartment and looked very industrial with the brick walls, metal
beams and hardwood floor. He had a nice sized sitting area with a couch, a
recliner, two end tables, a coffee table and a smaller TV. The bathroom was the
only room with four walls, and the queen size bed was on the far wall. The
kitchen was small and only had a bistro table in front of a small window,
overlooking the alley full of dumpsters.

“I
hate stuff. It just complicates your life. I like to keep things simple,” he
explained. “Do you want something to drink?”

“No,
I’m fine,” she replied and sat on the couch.

He
flipped through his mail and then sat beside her, moving her army green bag to
the recliner.

Alley
leaned into his shoulder with hers and smiled up at him, and he smiled a warm
smile back. He wanted to talk to her and make sure that she understood that as
soon as her dad was home that they would not continue this. He wanted her to
know that he had no plans with her in a few more weeks. Little did he know he
was about to get the surprise of a lifetime and had to stop it now.

“Trevas,”
she spoke quietly, and for some odd reason, he knew what she was about to say. He
wasn’t sure if it was the way she had just said his name or the way that she
was looking at him, but he knew and he had to stop it. He didn’t ask her what
and moved his lips to hers, which was not what he had planned either, or the
smartest move on his part.

She
kissed him back and pushed him back on the couch with her body. She brought her
legs around him and straddled him on the sofa, his hands mechanically went to
her thin body and right up her shirt.

“Make
love to me Trevas,” she whispered to his lips and his eyes popped open, only to
be emotionally closed again when she didn’t give him time to respond kissing
him deeper, pressing her body to his and holding his face with her hands. She
pulled herself up on her knees and was now kissing above him, causing him to
have to look up to her, tilting head. His hands ran up the back of her legs,
caressing her tight bottom. He wanted more than anything to make love to her,
but ten minutes before, he was trying to figure out how to talk to her about
when this would end.

Alley
never took her eyes from his when she pulled away from him and removed her
shirt, slowly and seductively she unfastened her bra.

“Alley
stop,” Trevas whispered, unable to keep from looking at her body.

She
didn’t reply and brought her naked body back to his and before she got all the
way to his lips she whispered again. “Make love to me Trevas.” And he knew that
he was treading on thin ice, and if he didn’t put a stop to what was going on
right then and there it was going to be too late.

“Alley
I can’t,” he whispered back and she stood up and walked over to his bed as he
watched hypnotized and stunned. She stopped at the foot and unbuttoned her jean
shorts and folded each flap back, revealing the black lace. His heart felt like
it was going to beat right from his chest and he had to remind himself to
breathe.

“Come
here,” she said quietly and ran her fingers through her hair, causing it to fall
to the side.

“I
don’t have a condom,” Trevas spoke in a nervous tone, not knowing why he had said
that. It was not what his brain was telling him to say at all.

Alley
laughed at his comment. “You don’t need one. I have been on the pill for a long
time.”

“Alley,
please, please, please, I am begging you to stop,” he pleaded and knew that it
was the only way that he was going to be able to stop what was about to happen.
Beg for mercy, he thought, knowing that his body and feelings weren’t going to save
him.

“No,
come here,” she demanded, and put both of her thumbs in her shorts and slid
them to the floor. He stared at her standing by his bed in nothing but a dainty
pair of black silk panties, and he didn’t think that he had seen anything more
beautiful in his life, but still couldn’t move.

She
slowly walked back to him when he still hadn’t moved, stopping in front of him,
and just like she had cast a spell on him, he moved toward her and kissed her
bare stomach, trailing to her breast as his hands explored her backside. She
took his hand from behind her and pulled him up from the couch, forcing him to
walk with her to the bed. He did manage to stop before she was on the bed, but
she knew exactly what she was doing, and pressed her naked breast to him and he
wrapped her in his arms. She continued to kiss him, and he hardly noticed when
she was on the button of his jeans. He grabbed her hands to stop her.