I beamed back, “And I really like you too, Mr. Lane. I really should go, though. I guess I’ll see you at graduation.”
I pecked him on the lips once more time before hopping out of the car. I was so tempted to beg him to take me back to his house that I knew this was for the best. He didn’t call out a “see you later,” as I disappeared inside the grubby looking hostel.
I approached the woman at the front desk with memories of Malta running through my mind. I was hoping to surprise my dad, so ringing him to let me would seem like a bit of a shame. Hopefully, the less posh nature of this establishment would mean they’d let me up without many questions.
“Hi, my dad’s staying here, I was wondering if you could tell me which room he’s in. It’s Richard Harper.”
“First floor on the left,” the bored receptionist let me know, returning to her game of solitaire without waiting for my thanks.
It should have inspired some kind of irritation in me, but I was just glad she’d given me a straight answer.
Knocking on the door, I held my breath. I’d been distracted by Mr. Lane until now, but faced with the door, I wasn’t sure whether I was ready to see my dad. The entire time my mother had been missing I’d been blaming him for everything that had happened.
He opened the door, blinking when he saw my stood before him. “Lily. What are you doing here? I was expecting it to be your mother.”
“I came to visit,” the corner of my lips quirked slightly. It couldn’t exactly be called a smile.
“Oh, okay, well, come in, then.” He stepped out of the way and allowed me entrance to the small room. There was a single bed, rundown looking sofa and his suitcase, unpacked, on the floor. My father himself looked even drearier than the room. He had bags that rivalled my mum’s and nearly a full beard. “How are you doing? How did the badminton go?”
“The badminton wasn’t so good, but Malta was really nice. I’m a fan of the Mediterranean.”
“I’ve only been once, but I enjoyed it too.” His flat voice didn’t shine of any enjoyment and the guilt began to gnaw at me. My mum was right, he was my dad and I should have been there for him. “I take it your mother has made her way home. I told her she needed to, really.”
“Yeah, she came home this morning. How are you holding up?”
He shrugged, taking a seat beside me, but refusing to meet my eyes. “I’m doing fine. I’m going to look at apartments tomorrow.”
“I could come with you, if you wanted? I like to think I have an eye for stuff like that.”
My dad’s eyebrows knitted together. “I thought you hated me.”
“I was mad at you, I’ve never hated you. You’re my dad.”
He didn’t smile, but his face did soften a bit. “Then, yeah, it would be really nice if you wanted to tag along tomorrow. I’d really appreciate the company.”
I budged up and rested my head on his shoulder. It might take a while before my dad and I were completely comfortable with each other, but this was a start and I was more than happy to build from it.
Epilogue
My stomach was in knots as I stepped down from the stage. It should have been the opposite, that I was terrified to get on stage and accept my sporting award in the revealing prom dress I was wearing, but that had been a piece of cake compared to what came next.
Prom was over and I was spending the night with Mr. Lane.
I clasped my hands in front of myself, fingers brushing against the navy satin of my dress, as people began filing out of the hall. The badminton girls came and I was forced to embrace them in a four-way hug, even though my mind only had the capacity for one thought right now.
“Goodnight,” I called after them, leaving it until last before I exited the room. Mr. Lane had gone first and would be waiting by his car, in his suit, to take me home. To take me home to his bed, where his fingers would peel this tight-fitting dress from my skin and drive me crazy with desire.
I swallowed, trying desperately to concentrate on keeping myself upright in the heels I was wearing.
I’d graduated and so mine and Mr. Lane’s relationship was officially ready to go. We’d stayed away from each other at prom, for obvious reasons, but now, at the end, I was all his.
When I stepped out of the building, everything was surprisingly quiet. People had rushed off to go to after-parties, or to go into town, or back home.
Mr. Lane waited for me, stood outside his car with a wide grin all over his face. Opening the passenger door, he held my hand as I slid into the seat and that small action sent heat rushing through me.
The first contact with him in two and a half months and our chemistry definitely hadn’t dwindled. He took his own seat and slammed the door and then we were off.
“Did you have a nice time tonight?” Mr. Lane – no, Oscar, now – asked as he sped off towards his house.
“I think I’m going to be having an even nicer night soon,” I teased, tossing him the sexiest sideways glance I could manage. I didn’t even need to, the tension in the car was through the roof as our minds were consumed by the images of what was to come.
We’d managed to stay away from each other absolutely for the remainder of school, lasting through with only heated glances every so often. We’d gone as far as to delete each other’s numbers, just to make sure we never gave in and contacted each other in the dead of night when my cravings were at their highest.
We’d done it and now we were free.
At his house, my nerves had completely disappeared. Instead, lust coursed through my veins. I was on fire just from watching Mr. Lane, just from finally being this close to each other, but as soon as I’d tottered through the door of his house I was rewarded with a kiss.
A hot, searing kiss that stole my breath as Mr. Lane pushed me backwards into the door. His hands were possessive on my waist as I aimed to just get my hands onto him somewhere. I just need to touch him, finally, and explore his body in the way I’d missed so much.
Oscar bent down, dragging the material of my floor-length gown up my leg and causing goose bumps to rise in his fingers’ wake. His touch was soft, but dominating as he circled my knee and dragged it up his body. Dress now high enough, he slammed his clothed erection against my core and received his first moan from my lips.
Tonight was too desperate for teasing. “Take me,” I begged. “Now, please.”
And Mr. Lane didn’t need prompting again. He let my leg back down and took my hand, dragging me up the stairs after I’d kicked off my heels and taking me to the bed.
I remained standing and the removal of my dress was the only slow thing to happen during our sex that night. Mr. Lane undid the corset agonisingly slowly, his knuckles brushing against my back doing dangerous things to me.
I was writhing standing up when he’d finished. I’d been daring tonight, foregoing my underwear with this moment in mind. When the silk garment fell to the floor, I was completely bare, and Mr. Lane took complete advantage of that.
He laid me down on the bed, his lips pressing against every inch of my body. I was in ecstasy as he took my nipple into his mouth and when his lips finally got to my clit I could barely take it.
Screams left my mouth as all the pressure I’d felt tonight was released. Oscar kept lapping at my clit until I was panting with an unrestrained grin on my face. My body ached perfectly before we’d even had sex yet and I felt rejuvenated. Being without Mr. Lane had been stressful and hard, but now it all felt worth it.
For a change, I shoved Oscar down into the bed and hovered over him, wondering when I’d missed him getting naked.
Taking his cock in my hand, I guided it towards my entrance, revelling in the desperate expression on his face.
I was going to ride him until I got to watch him find his climax and I knew it was going to be one of the most erotic things I’d ever done.
Moving up and down with my hands on his chest, I wasn’t expecting it to feel as great for me as it did. From this position his cock was dee
p inside me every time I slammed back down and I found curses and moans falling from my mouth as Oscar groaned beneath me and grabbed my hips, aiding my movements.
His face was a picture when he came, eyes screwed up and bottom lip trembling as his nails dug painfully into my hips.
I slowed my movements to a standstill and collapsed down on top of Mr. Lane, my body exhausted.
He had his eyes shut, chest still rising and falling heavily even with me on top of him. “I hope you’re not planning on ditching me now that your debt is all paid off,” he murmured, fingers tracing patterns on the flushed skin of my back as we both calmed down.
I smirked, pressing a kiss to his chin since it was the only thing I could reach from this position and I was far too comfy to move. “I don’t think you did a good enough job on the rewrite of my essay, Sir, I think I’m going to have to pay you for another one.”
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