Chapter 25 - Reality Rears its Head

TREVOR

“Hey Mr. Sleepy,” the soft voice murmurs and it takes me a second to come to. And then, to remember that I’m not alone.

For the third morning in a row.

Lanie snuggles right into me and I might not be properly awake yet, but no one told my dick that. She lays the side of her golden head on my bare chest but it’s the heat of her body in one of my t-shirts and the softness of one of her creamy thighs moving against me that hardens my cock right up.

“Hey,” I clear my throat but try to shield my mouth from her face again so she doesn’t get a dose of my morning breath. Hers is like nectar. But if she objects to mine, it hasn’t affected her ‘appetite’ any other morning since she’s been here.

I peer down at her head. I can’t see much of her face from this angle, but how anyone looks as beautiful as this girl so early in the day is beyond me. Then again though, this whole situation still feels like some kind of a dream that I’m waiting to wake from.

“What time is it?” I mumble, still bleary-eyed after the blissful enthusiasm she showed in here last night. My muscles ache. I didn’t think my body could keep up with her level of eagerness. But somehow it did. I peer over her head to the clock on the nightstand.

9.36 a.m.

“Woah, I never sleep in this late,” I say. And the weird thing is, if anyone had told me I’d be in this situation - I’d have told them that it would be impossible to sleep. My daughter’s best friend. A girl with Lanie’s looks.

“Well, you just did sleep this late,” she peers up at me with her blinding smile, and then the inside of her bare right thigh teases mine - a slow, deliberate brush that sends a shiver through me.

“I must have been super satisfied,” I say and kiss her head.

“Mmm,” she purrs and squeezes against me, “Well, Mr. Twist, I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”

“Have you now?” I gaze down at her and can’t help but grin.

“Oh yes,” she says and her fingers wrap around my hard cock.

“Uhh,” I groan and smell her hair. The still-fresh, vaguely fruity scent of shampoo or maybe her vanilla body lotion, mixed with that gorgeous natural scent that’s pure her.

She works me slowly with her hand, but then abruptly stops and the bedcovers are whipped away from around us.

Lanie jumps on top of me and straddles my lower belly.

Fuck.

She grins down at me then tugs my t-shirt up her spectacular young body, up over her perfect full tits and her head and then she shakes her mane of hair free.

“Fucking hell Lanie,” I gaze up at her in wonder and run my hands up the sides of her body, her slender waist, her fleshy hips.

“What?” she smiles down at me.

“You know what,” I shake my head and smile back at her. Surely she has to understand just how fucking hot she is.

Even if her journal suggested otherwise.

She doesn’t respond to my statement. Her focus is elsewhere. Her eyes are down as she reaches back and grips my hard cock again. Then she lifts her warm body a little off my belly to guide my hardness to where she wants it.

“Oh, yeah,” I groan and ease forward and up. Right into her.

Fuck. I gasp. Hot, slick, and real tight. I hold onto her hips.

“Uhhh,” Lanie moans and closes her slate-blue eyes. She rocks on me.

I hold those hips and work myself deep. Real deep.

Fuck me. This girl.

“Mmm,” she purrs as she rides me, tits and hair swaying and she bites her bottom lip, “I bet you wish there wasn’t someone disturbing your sleep every morning, like this, don’t you?”

“No way,” I pull her down to me and kiss her. But she doesn’t stop grinding herself on me, and I don’t stop pushing into her. “This is how every day should start,” I gasp.

“Uhhmm,” she murmurs, “I’ve never been so horny,” she straightens up again, towering above me, her lovely mouth gaping.

“Really?” I ask and for a second stop thrusting into her.

What about her ex?

I wouldn’t mind knowing more, but it could kill the mood. And I want to savor every second of her. For as long as this all lasts.

I thrust again to meet hers. I reach up for both her tits and her stiff, peach-colored nipples, and squeeze them, I work myself deeper as she rides faster.

“Uhh, uhh,” she groans above me with her tits in my hands and she arches her back.

Fuck, Lanie.

I try not to focus on how good she looks. Nor on how good she feels. I let go of her tits. I try to keep my mind on my technique, on letting her take me as deep as she wants and in whatever direction, let her guide me exactly how to bring her off.

“Uhh, uhh, uhh,” her tits sway back and forth over me and I reach up to pull her shoulders down to me again, but this time draw a hard nipple between my lips and suck it.

“Uhhnn,” she moans she grins herself over my cock, faster now. And I don’t think she’ll take long. But she never seems to.

I stab upward into her, kiss and maul her breasts, her thick hair falls over my head and face, her fingernails claw at my shoulders.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh,” she trembles and then she’s crying out like she’s in sudden pain - but she’s not in pain - and then she’s sobbing and kissing me and so, so beautiful.

My turn. I squeeze her hard to me, wrap my arms right around her, and accelerate. Kiss her and crush her tight to me as her orgasm continues and I rush toward mine.

“Oh yeah,” I erupt inside her tight young body and gasp into her neck and hair.

“Mmm, I never came before with a boy,” she murmurs a few moments later and she kisses me full on the lips.

“You never climaxed?”

“Not with anyone else,” she says and shakes her hair, “You know, not inside me.” Then she rolls off me and lays back down with her head on my heaving chest.

“What about…?” I don’t feel like I should say his name. And not just because I can’t remember if it was Ray or Roy.

“But then I’ve only had one other lover.”

I’m her ‘lover’.

Holy shit though, only one other guy? I did wonder after reading her journal. But a girl like her? It’s hard to believe.

“Well, I feel flattered,” I say and smile at her, but then immediately wonder whether my words sound lame to her.

“You should be,” she smiles and kisses my chest, but then looks thoughtful. “I wish I’d thought to bring my stud earrings from home for today,” she says and for a second the statement throws me.

“Oh right yeah,” I say eventually. “Have they said how long your interview is likely to take today?” I’ve told her I’ll take her to the Coyle HQ, but I want to pick her up afterward too, if I can fit that in around my shift with the cab.

“About four hours,” she shrugs alongside me.

“That’s some interview,” I say and try to imagine what the hell you talk about for that length of time with any potential employer.

“There’s ten of us being interviewed,” she says.

“So you have to wait while they speak to all the others?”

“There are group sessions as well as one-on-ones,” her head moves on my chest.

I’ve got a cheek to even think this, but somewhere inside I’m already sad about inevitably ‘losing’ the girl when the big outside world of work comes to claim her. Especially a world and opportunity that a global outfit like the Coyle firm could give her.

“How are you feeling about the interview?” I peer down at her again

“A bit nervous,” she shrugs, “I never had an interview before. Not a serious one. Only the one to get into college. And part-time jobs.”

“Yeah, but you meet new people all the time and you talk to them don’t you?” I say to try and reassure her.

“Not to try to sell myself,” she murmurs.

“You sold yourself to me,” I say but then grimace above the top of her head.

Why did I fucking say that?

“No, I bought you,” she says and laughs.

“Let me make you some breakfast before you have to get ready,” I say and lift her head to kiss her lips. I try not to look at her body. Otherwise, I’ll never get out of this bed.

“Those style of earrings you need,” I say when I’m out and I pull on my shorts, “Kenzie might have some in her room. Why don’t you borrow them?”

“She only wears hoops, drops, and climbers,” Lanie yawns from the bed.

“So I’ll take you to your Mom’s on our way to the interview,” I shrug and peer back at her, “We leave a few minutes earlier. You can pick yours up.”

“I can’t ask you to do that, Trevor,” she says with her head on the pillow and the covers back over her. She looks pretty snug there in my bed. “I know you’ve got work to go to,” she says.

“I’ve got loads of time before I start today,” I smile at her, “And I want to do it for you. You get showered or whatever and I’ll make you something to eat.”

“You’re too good to me,” she says with a big smile and she closes her eyes, “I’ll have five more minutes here first.”

Later, I’m behind the wheel, the engine’s soft purr filling the silence as we roll towards her Mom’s house. Lanie sits beside me in a navy blue business skirt and matching jacket. She looks pretty calm for someone who never had an interview. Expressionless. But gorgeous. And with so little makeup on.

“You think you’ll get the third degree off your Mom again about where you’ve been staying?” I ask but keep my tone light. I want her prepped for any questions from Sophie, but don’t want to stress her on her big day.

She shifts slightly in her seat, and a flicker of what looks like uncertainty crosses her face. “She knows I’m staying at a friends,” she shrugs, “Why should I tell her anything else?”

“Fair enough,” I shrug, and I guess as long as Sophie can see that her daughter looks OK then she may not be worried.

The truth though will likely have to come out at some point. But I don’t want to even think about McKenzie finding out.

I slow up at her mother’s driveway, “Take your time finding the ones you need,” I smile at her. “We’ve still got plenty of time to get you across town.”

Lanie smiles back and slides out of the car, every inch now a sophisticated young woman in her pencil skirt and jacket.

I’m sure she can’t help the provocative sway of her hips as she strides down her driveway in the outfit, her figure framed against the house beyond her. But for a moment I can’t help watching her go either. Can’t help admiring the backs of her lovely legs.

But I need to snap out of this.

Three nights with her. Thoughts and memories of it all swirl through my head.

Enjoy her while it lasts, Trevor. And while you’re at it, you might want to work out how to make sure you keep it from your daughter.

I lean back against the seat, letting out a deep breath. I glance back at the house. No sign of anyone in there but I wonder whether her Mom is cross-examining her.

Imagine if I didn’t drive a cab. If I was sat out here in a ‘plain’ car, a middle-aged guy waiting for Sophie’s daughter.

Suddenly, a sharp knock on my other window jolts me from my thoughts.

I look across at an old man with glasses and a frown etched deep into his face.

That’s the guy from next door to theirs. The neighbor Lanie despises.

He gestures at me to roll my window down.

I do it but don’t smile at him, “Hey,” I nod.

“Where have you brought that girl home from?” he asks, voice dripping with suspicion. “And where are you waiting to take her?”

I keep my voice steady, despite the tension his tone stirs in me. No wonder Lanie doesn’t like this guy. “I guess that’s her business,” I say and now I do smile at him. I still keep it casual.

“And her mother’s too,” he says, “Where’s she staying?” He leans right in, his breath sour and heavy.

“Like I said,” I sigh, conscious that he might only be trying to help her mom out, “That’s Lanie’s business.”

“So you know her name?” His frown deepens as he studies me, looking unsatisfied with my answer.

“Well yeah, she’s a regular. Now if you don’t mind…”

He narrows his eyes at me, but then looks away and up to the house.

Lanie is back outside. And unless the earrings are so big that she needs a holdall to carry them, then she’s bringing more stuff with her too.

Her Mom stands at the door watching her come to me, and as Lanie’s long hair catches the light it shimmers like gold.

“Lanie! Are you happy now, girl?” The old man yells and he’s headed around the car towards her. “You’re the reason your mom split with me!”

“Hey!” I shout after him and without stopping to think, I jump out of the car, adrenaline surging through me. “Leave her alone,” I step between her and him before he reaches her. “Back off, friend.”

“Don’t you ‘friend’ me,” he jabs a shaky finger at me.

“Dennis, stop that!” Sophie shouts from her front door.

“Real defensive for her cab driver, aren’t you?” he looks right at me.

“Everything’s OK, Mrs. Machin,” I wave at her Mom but then lower my voice to him. “I told you. She’s a regular. And I don’t like my customers being intimidated. So cut it out.”

“Come on Trevor, forget him,” Lanie says and squeezes past me toward the car, “He’s just a sad old pervert who’s all on his own again now. Exactly where he deserves to be.”

Talbot glares at her, and then at me.

“I see what you mean about that guy,” I say as we pull away from the curb and he’s still staring after us. “Nice earrings by the way.”

“Thanks. He’s a total asshole. But at least Mom claims she’s got rid of him now.”

“Good news,” I say but I’m not sure I mean it. If it wasn’t for Lanie’s holdall, I might be certain that the old man getting dumped could mean her returning home to her Mom. “What’s in the holdall?” I ask and make eyes at the back seat where she threw it.

“A few more clothes to take to yours,” she says and glances across at me, “Unless you don’t want me to…”

I shouldn’t want her to. And that’s the truth. But the girl’s words and actions thrill me. “Fine by me,” I smile at her. I wouldn’t mind knowing how long she figures on staying, but I’ll take whatever time she wants to give, so I leave the question unasked.

“Did your Mom ask you again about where you’re staying?” The adult in me knows Sophie Machin should probably be told the truth.

“Yeah, but I didn’t tell her,” Lanie shrugs and gazes out of her window.

Twenty-five minutes or so later I merge into traffic on the main road that leads toward the Coyle HQ. And then soon after, the imposing curved buildings loom ahead. Glossy cream stone and reflective glass. All ten floors of them. “That’s the place,” I point them out to her.

“Woah,” she peers out and up.

“You’re going to knock them dead in there,” I smile as I pull in at a drop-off space, close to the swanky entrance. Smartly-dressed businesspeople stream in and out like they’re all on real serious missions. Or just anxious. “You be yourself in there and you’ll walk it.”

Her face lights up into a smile and she leans across and presses her lips to mine.

Something in my pants rouses.

“Call me as soon as you know what time you need picking up, right?” I gaze into her misty blue eyes.

“I can get an Uber, you know,” she says and grabs the door handle, “You need to earn a living.”

“Don’t worry about that,” I reply firmly, “I told you. I want to pick you up.”

She gives me that smile again then she nods and she’s gone.

For a moment, I watch her walk away - her figure subtly accentuated by the fitted jacket, skirt, and low heels. Who knows? She might be terrified inside, but she always moves with that same confidence and grace. I’d love to see how the interviewer reacts to the sight of her.

Assuming he’s a guy, of course.

Just as she disappears into the building’s entrance, my phone buzzes on the dash. I peer down at the screen.

McKenzie. With a weird one.

‘Dad, I heard something about you. Got anything you want to tell me?’

My heart sinks. For a moment something close to panic seeps through me.

Does she know about me and Lanie? How?

I stare at the screen and try to think.

What do I say?

Author's Notes

If this message from his daughter is what Trevor thinks it is, then how should he react? Does he come clean, or try to lie his way out of it? Surely though, he has to face the reckoning at some point. Otherwise what future could there possibly be for him and Lanie?

And speaking of the future, does any look likely for Roy now with the girl of his dreams?

Next week we're with Huey and others when Miss Machin arrives for her interview...

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