Perfect Storm

by Erica Marselas

  Mom, I don't want to hang with my boyfriend's ex. Thanks.

  “Okay.”

  She gives me a tight smile and moves past me to go down the stairs. I follow behind her to make sure she leaves and to return my mother's vase to where it belongs. Once she's gone and out of sight, I pick up my backpack and go to my room. Right away, I notice things out of place. The papers on my desk are rearranged, and one of my dresser drawers is halfway open. A bottom drawer I never open because it’s filled with clothes I don’t wear anymore.

  Peyton was in here. There’s no denying it.

  I throw my backpack to my bed and know just where I have to go. To the one person who can control the fucking bitch. I’m done with her always being around. He needs to fix this. It is her or me at this point.

  I get to Dean’s front door and realize I forgot my key. Well, what better way for him to know I mean business then pounding on his door like I’m the cops ready to invade? Dean’s head peeks through the little windows by the door with an annoyed scowl on his face, but it fades when he sees it’s me. He opens the door, and my breath hitches. Dean is wearing only a pair of basketball shorts, showing off his to die for six-pack. His dirty blond hair is damp from his shower, making it darker than usual. The water droplets run down his perfectly sculpted chest, making me lick my lips—tempted to lick them off him. It isn’t fair how good he looks. I miss him so damn much. His warm touch and his soft kisses and the way he tells me he loves me.

  It really has been five days of torture.

  Stay strong, Lo. Remember what you came here for.

  “Lola, hi.”

  “We need to talk.” I push back my shoulders, trying not to melt into a pile of mush by the god in front of me. I need to be pissed with him that his crazy wife had been in my house, but he is still mine and he makes my sex tingle.

  “Of course. Come in.” He steps aside, allowing me to walk in. The door closes behind me, and I can tell he’s tempted to reach out to touch me, but instead, he crosses his arms over his chest.

  “I can’t tell you how good it is to see you, baby.”

  I want to return the sentiment, but I can’t. Not yet. “We need to talk about your wife.”

  He groans, his hands pushing through his soaked hair. “I hate it when you call her that.”

  “I’m just saying things like they are, Dean. But I didn't come here to argue over labels. It's about finding her in my house today, uninvited by me. My mom wasn't home and she was upstairs. She claimed to have come out of the bathroom, but I think she was in my room, Dean.”

  “What makes you feel that way?”

  “You don't believe me, do you?” I throw my hands up and turn for the door. “I don't know why I even fucking bother.”

  “Hey, I didn't say that.” He grabs my arm, halting my steps before I can make my great escape. “I'm just trying to get the clear picture, Lo. Help me understand what’s going on, so I can help.”

  I wiggle him off me and wrap my arms around myself. “It's just a strong feeling. I swear there were things out of place. And she got accusatory and mentioned how I get free range all over your house with no questions. And it's not just that, why was she even in my house without my mom there? It's like Peyton has been popping up everywhere I am now. I’ve seen her more often than not at school and the coffee house. She makes my skin crawl. How much more am I supposed to take?”

  “Baby, you need to relax.” He grabs me by the shoulders, but I knock him off. I’m sick and tired of him telling me that. He has no idea what it’s been like for me. To feel the way I do. I’ve given him every part of me, and I’m beginning to crumble from all the pressure of being a girlfriend to an older man with a child and a clingy soon to be ex-wife. Also, I’m exhausted under the weight of my secrets, but the thought of them being revealed scares me shitless.

  “No. I'm not going to relax. I feel like I'm going insane. I feel eyes on me all the time. I've been drugged, you not trusting me, her everywhere I turn. I don’t know how much more of this I can take!”

  “I trust you,” he snaps, stabbing his finger into his chest.

  “Sure doesn't seem that way. But again, this isn't about us. It's about her. She also wants me to watch Georgia at her house during the week she has her. Only at her house. When I suggested to watch her at my house or to talk to you, she shut me down. Oh, and when I called you Dean, I swear her head was going to spin. She's gone loco.”

  Dean rubs his forehead. “Yeah, I believe she has too. I'm worried she's not taking her medication.”

  “Great. It's one thing to deal with Peyton as the ex-wife when she's dropping Georgia off or at the occasional birthday party or event. But not when she's continuously in my face telling me how you’re going to work it out.”

  “But we’re not working it out. You know that.”

  “Yeah, but in her fucked up head, she thinks that. And to her, she finds me as someone she needs to tell this to. I feel stuck because I love you and Georgia but…” His thumb pushes to my lips and he circles his other arm around my waist, pulling me into him.

  The scent of his aftershave and soap overtake my senses. A smell I’ve missed so much wraps around my body, telling me I’m loved and safe.

  Yep, I’m hopeless. The fight in me is gone.

  “No buts, Lola. I'm sick of fighting about Peyton. She's been a fucking damper on my life for far too long. Five days without you was a fucking nightmare. Worse than anytime Peyton left me alone…” He brushes his hand down my cheek and lays a kiss on my lips “But I guess I always had you so they couldn't have ever been that bad. That's why I want to finally tell her about us.”

  “What?”

  “It's time. I should've told her when it all started. I’m sorry I didn't because maybe we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

  “You mean it, though? You’re going to tell her?”

  “I do. I love you, so much, Lola. So fucking much,” he murmurs into my ear, and my panties dampen at his declaration.

  “I love you too,” I whisper as he picks me up in his arms and carries me to the adjacent wall and pushes me up against it. His lips descend on my neck, and as always, it's like he's trying to consume me.

  “You taste fucking amazing. I can't tell you how much I missed you.”

  “I missed you,” I moan. My feet find the floor again, and Dean falls to his knees.

  He unbuttons the top of my denim shorts and looks up at me wearing a huge smirk on his face. “This reminds me of the first time I tasted you.” My shorts and thong are now around my ankles, and I kick them to the side, as his nose falls into my core. “And you smell just as good.”

  His tongue dips into my pussy, and I'm taken back to the moment when I became his, officially his. When we were past the teasing and the lustful stares. He took hold of my body and made it sing with just his mouth. My first orgasm with him had been cosmic and that's when I knew I could never let him go.

  He's like a man possessed when he eats my pussy. His hands knead my ass as he sucks and licks my clit and his fingers do a come hither motion inside me. My knees become weak, and one hand grips his hair as I try to keep myself up…

  He's a man starved.

  I swear he’s going to devour me whole.

  “Dean,” I moan, my voice shaking as I come undone.

  “Oh yes, sweet girl, come all over me,” he growls against my clit. The vibrations of his words intensify my orgasm.

  I throw my woozy head back to the wall as he continues to lap up my juices.

  He stands to his feet, and my arousal shines on his lips, giving me a smirk. “I want to have more of that later, but right now.” He grabs the hem of my shirt, pulls it over my head, and tosses it where it lands beside the couch. My bra is next to fly across the room. “I have a question for you.” His finger traces over my puckered nipple, as his mouth hovers over mine. “Do you want me to fuck your tight little pussy?”

  “More than anything,” I pant huskily, no denying my desire for him. I wa
nt him to ram his thick cock inside of me till I see fucking stars. “But,” my hand reaches out, grabbing his length in my hand through his shorts, “it would help if you lost the pants.”

  “You take them off?”

  Tracing the band of his shorts, I yank them down, freeing his achy, veiny cock. I lick my lips and am about to drop to my knees, wanting to taste him, as he did me. Instead, I'm being picked back up in his arms and slammed back against the wall. “Oh no, baby girl. I want you. It's been too many fucking days without you.”

  His lips crash to mine as his dick traces my slit right before slamming into me. I call his name, my nails digging into his shoulder to hold me up.

  “That’s right, say my name,” he grits out between his teeth. His blue eyes burn into mine, telling me I’m in trouble, and that I’m his for the taking. I think I could come on just the look alone. I mutter his name as his cock rocks in and out of me, each time getting harder. His hands are gripping my ass so roughly, I swear his fingerprints will be embedded in my cheeks. “I’m going to pound you so hard you won’t be able to walk. That way I can keep you from running off and fuck you till you pass out. Would you like that?” He pants through each word.

  “Uh-huh.” It’s the only thing I’m able to say. I’m lightheaded and my orgasm is on the brink.

  “Yes! I feel you, Lo. Come all over my cock!” That’s all I need, and I fall apart around him.

  I’m trying to catch my breath, as he still makes long strokes in and out of me. When I’m finally able to focus again, I catch his eyes shimmering in delight.

  “How about we take this to the kitchen…I need seconds on that delicious pussy of yours.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  PEYTON

  Slice

  Slice

  Slice

  The knife slashes perfectly into the tender piece of sirloin as I listen to Dean and Lola talk about me.

  Crazy, they say. Well, they haven't seen crazy yet.

  I haven't felt this out of control since I found out about them being together a month ago.

  There’s nothing like walking into your old marital home and catching your husband fucking the babysitter in the shower you used to share. Making the noises he only used to make with you when he would ram his cock into your ass and wrap your hair around his wrist.

  All I wanted to do was talk to my husband because I'd been fired and all the people I thought were friends left me.

  I had hoped he would've been there for me.

  It should've been me he was fucking in the shower that afternoon. Not her.

  Me.

  Slice.

  Stab.

  Slice.

  Stab.

  It's like sweet relief and the little voice in my head laughs picturing something much more evil in place of the meat.

  “I'm sick of fighting about Peyton. She's been a fucking damper on my life for too damn long. Five days without you was a fucking nightmare. Worse than anytime Peyton left me alone…” I hear Dean's sweet honey voice tell his little princess and I scream. “That's why I want to finally tell her about us.”

  No. No. NO.

  “I'm going to kill that tramp,” I seethe with every fiber in my body. “He's mine.”

  That's not what you want, Peyton. You don't hate her. You used to like her. She's so much like—

  “Oh, shut up,” I hiss at the inner voice that occasionally makes an appearance. The one that sounds like the good angel on the shoulder. I hate that voice. They have no business being here right now. Especially when the sounds of Lola's moans echo through the speaker.

  Stab.

  Stab.

  Stab.

  “Do you want me to fuck your tight little pussy?”

  “Ahhh!” The knife goes flying across the room. My vision tints red, almost black in my fury.

  The storm inside me is brewing uncontrollably. I'm about to blow like a hurricane, and when I do, I plan to destroy the couple.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  DEAN

  “You're really going to tell her about us?” Lola murmurs, nuzzling herself closer into my side. Her body is still flushed and warm from our lovemaking. We’ve made love countless times now, and I’m just relieved to have her back in my arms, and in my bed, where she belongs.

  “I am.” I brush my hand through her silky hair.

  “And you’re sure you want to dedicate your life to an eighteen-year-old?”

  “You're almost nineteen,” I chuckle and place a kiss on her forehead.

  “I'm serious.” She smacks me playfully in the chest. “You said yourself the other day about making a mistake getting involved with a teenager.”

  “I was angry. You know just because I'm older doesn't mean I always say the right shit when I'm mad. You would have acted the same way if it was a woman doing the same thing to me. With no way to get to me and evidence on my neck the next morning.”

  “I feel like I already put up with a lot. Maybe not finding hickeys on your neck, but I have no clue what happens behind these closed doors. And I have her words in my ear. And I trust you, even if sometimes I want to wring your neck because of her.”

  “You’re right. That's why it's time to tell her. I've had all this time to think about it while you've been gone, and I shouldn't have kept it from her. She should've always known, because maybe if she had, then things wouldn't have gotten this far.” I bury my nose into her hair, finding her scent calming. It’s hard to admit how much of this is my fault, including Peyton’s behavior. I could’ve put a stop to everything if I had just told her I had fallen in love with someone else, especially when she didn’t want me.

  “I didn’t want to understand, but I do get why you didn’t want to tell her. I just wanted you to be proud of me too.”

  “My life without you is nothing. You make me feel young and alive again. It's just one of the many things I love about you, Lo.”

  One of the things I lost with Peyton. I felt so old and tied down, never to escape again.

  “I love you,” she murmurs, placing a kiss on my chest, over my heart.

  “Do you think you can deal with being with an old geezer the rest of your life?”

  “I think so.” She props herself on her elbow and gives me a sly smile. “If anything, I’ll pump you full of Viagra when needed.”

  “So you’re only using me for my dick?” My hand twists in her brunette curls and pull her lips to hover over mine.

  This little goddess could use me for my dick whenever she wants.

  Her nose rubs mine and her eyes glint mischievously. “Well, it's definitely not for your teacher salary.”

  “You little…I should put you over my knee for that.”

  “Yes, Daddy, please,” she purrs.

  I never thought I would be so fucking turned on by her calling me Daddy, but there's something in her voice that brings out the excitement in me more and more every time. Quickly, I find myself lost in her all over again.

  “Why don’t you and I go out and do something tomorrow. Spend the day together?”

  “Like a date?”

  “Yeah. Guys still do that for girls these days, don’t they?”

  “So I’ve heard. Wouldn’t know though since a certain daddy has kept me locked away for himself.”

  “Does the daddy thing really do it for you?”

  “It does—something.” She chews on the corner of her lip and her forehead wrinkles as she looks away from me. It’s easy to see that she has something weighing heavily on her mind.

  “And what is that?”

  “Dean—” She starts but is cut off when my phone rings on my nightstand. The tension in her shoulders drops as she exhales. If she thinks she's getting a pass on not telling me, she's wrong. I peek at the caller ID and see my friend Adam's name. I ignore it, knowing he can leave a message. “Aren’t you going to answer that?”

  “No. I want to know what you were going to say.”

  “I was just going to ask if we could go to Dav
e and Buster's for our date.” She shrugs, not able to look me in the eye.

  “You’re full of shit, Lo.”

  “No, I'm not.”

  “I ask you about calling me daddy, and suddenly you clam up.”

  “You like it, don't you?” She tilts her head to the side, giving me a little devious smile. Her hand reaches under the blanket, grabbing my hardening cock.

  I may have gotten a stiffy thinking about her calling me Daddy as I plow into her from behind, as I spank her glorious ass red.

  “I do.”

  “Then what's the issue?”

  “Because…” I yank her hand off my dick, “you’re hiding something. Now stop trying to distract me.” And just as I finish those words, my phone rings.

  “Looks like I'm not the only one who wants to distract you. Maybe you should get that.”

  I tip her chin and look her dead in the eye. “This isn't over.”

  “And you wonder why I call you Daddy. Geez. It's not a big deal.” She rolls her eyes, then flips over to her side and I give her ass a hard smack.

  I hate feeling like she's hiding shit from me, but I let it go for now and answer my phone wondering what the fuck Adam could want that he calls twice. “What's up, Adam?”

  “Hey man, did you forget we were supposed to get together and watch the game? I'm at your house, but all the lights are off.”

  And there's the reason.

  “Oh fuck, I forgot. This week has been…”

  “Yeah, I know man. Listen, that's not all. Um, when I pulled in, I saw someone run out of your backyard.”

  “What the fuck?” I'm instantly on alert and sliding out of bed, moving to the window. “Did you see who it was?”

  “Dean, what's going on?” Lola's voice calls behind me panicked. I glance over my shoulder and mouth everything's fine, but I get a glare telling me, ‘yeah, right’ in return.

  The last thing I want to do is worry her more when I have no clue what's going on.