“That kind of goes without saying.”
“You could have had enough of spending time with me after last night and today?” I point out and he shakes his head vehemently.
“Never gonna happen, sugar.”
“How do you know?”
“Because... when I’m not with you I’m... distracted by thoughts of you.” I smile up at him shyly. “Oh, your smile, little lady, I was worried you had a voodoo doll of me somewhere, torturing me. I’ve never been like this before.”
“Me either,” I admit and the humour leaves us. He leans past me to put the CDs on the shelf. I watch him before looking back up into the wells of his eyes, searching deep until I see myself. His palm presses against my cheek and I turn into it, relishing his warming touch. His mouth grazes mine and I take his face in my hands, day old stubble rough against my palms. The kiss deepens and I go up on my tiptoes, trying to get closer. His hands slide down my back and over my buttocks, his fingertips going further south over the backs of my thighs then skimming around the front. He starts a slow and leisurely journey back up over my hipbones and under the baggy t-shirt. I feel the light tickle of his fingers against my ribs and giggle against his mouth.
“You’re ticklish?” I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I’ll have to remember that.” He kisses me again as he flattens his palms against my ribcage, moving up to cup my breasts. My nipples instantly harden further still and I moan, wanting him to tweak and lick and suck.
There’s a knock on the front door and we break off our kiss, both of us looking to the living room door. “Who’s that?” I whisper, like the person at the door will hear me. Dayton looks at me with amusement in his eyes.
“I’m not psychic, babe.”
“Are you going to answer it?”
There is another knock, louder and more persistent.
“I’m going to have to. They’ll know I’m in because the car is parked out front.”
He dashes to the bedroom and pulls on some white tracksuit bottoms as I curl back up on the sofa and start snacking on the half eaten bowl of popcorn.
A few moments later Dayton walks into the room and flicks me an apologetic look. I see Regina has followed him in and I don’t know who looks more surprised, me or her. The look of distaste on her face is satisfying when she takes in my attire. Dayton starts flicking through some DVDs next to the player.
I take in the scene through Regina’s eyes and smirk; Dayton topless and me wearing nothing but his t-shirt and boxers. Oh, she has got to be stinging. I smile at her. “Hey, Regina. Are you off to the gym?” She looks amazing in Adidas leggings and a tight vest top, her hair in a loose and messy bun on top of her head. She looks down at her clothing and holds her hands out as if to welcome inspection.
“Obviously.” She looks at me like I’m stupid and I roll my eyes. “Oh, before I forget, Dayton, Gaz wanted to trade slot times with you so would you mind switching to the 8pm set, babe?”
“No problem,” Dayton replies without as much as turning to look at her. “Found it.” He produces a DVD box set of Hellraiser movies. He passes them to her and she offers him a winning smile. She seriously wears that much make up to the gym?
“Thanks, babe. Are you sure you don’t fancy burning some calories off?” she questions, flicking her eyes to the pizza box and half drunken cans of Coca Cola on the table. Dayton looks to me, the bowl of popcorn in my lap. Can’t the stupid bimbo take a hint?
“Don’t worry, Regina. I’ll help him burn off the calories.” I wink and Dayton breaks into a laugh but tries to cover it with a cough when Regina looks disgusted, which only amuses me further.
“Nah, I’m fine, thanks, Regina. I’ll see you before 8 o’clock.”
He moves towards the door to show her out and I give her a very pointed smile. “Bye, Regina. See you tonight,” I call as she turns to leave.
“Of course you will,” she answers before I hear her say goodbye to Dayton on the doorstep.
When he comes back into the living room he clicks his tongue in a chastising way but I simply giggle. “Now, now. That was a little rude, don’t you think?” He wiggles his finger at me playfully.
“Oh, please. Like she wasn’t rude towards me when I asked if she was going to the gym? Anyway, Regina needs to know her place. Does she visit you often?”
The thought doesn’t lay nicely in my stomach and I put the popcorn down.
“Yeah, we go to the gym together, taking it in turns to pick the other up to save on petrol costs.” I’m not impressed by his answer and I make a mental note to make sure we run together regularly so she has less reason to visit. I know this could turn into a pissing contest with her but I have the advantage and I plan to keep it.
“She wants you, you know?”
“No, she doesn’t. Regina is nothing more than a work colleague. I’ve worked with her for more than three years now,” Dayton states and I have no reason to believe he is lying. This is genuinely how he sees their relationship but regular home visits and trips to the gym together places them firmly in the friends category as far as I’m concerned. She wants the benefits added to that category.
“You must be blind if you don’t see her crushing on you, babe.” I get up from the sofa and come to stand before him, walking my fingertips across his firm and sexy chest before using my fingertip to trace the treble cleft on his pec.
“Then I’m happy to stay blind because Regina is not who I want. I want you.” I stop tracing and look up at him, his eyes still full of honesty. He swiftly lifts me in his arms and I cry out in surprise, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. “Now, let me find this ticklish spot with my tongue.” He kisses me whilst making his way back to the bedroom.
That night we are all in Zetters wine bar, dancing to the RnB tunes and enjoying a few cocktails. I’ve agreed to be in Lexis before midnight after Dayton assured me his night always improves once his friends and I get there. I think prior to our arrival he is left to socialise with the bar staff and clubbers. He isn’t short of attention or chances to socialise but I think he feels it’s all a little shallow and he doesn’t feel he can totally be himself.
I’m just adding an extra lashing of eyeliner before we leave the bar and head for the club when Corrine enters the restroom. I smile at her through the mirror.
“You look incredibly happy, babe. Could a certain blond DJ have anything to do with the jovial sparkle in your eye?” She winks.
“Maybe.”
“So, things have got… physical between you both now?” It’s a surprise to hear Corrine ask the question with so much tact and I nod in reply. “Praise the lord! Alannah got laid!”
I hush her but can’t help giggling as I try to put my hand over her filthy mouth. She is laughing and pulls my hand away. “Corrine, stop.” I giggle.
“Girl, this is a cause for celebration, I have got to buy you a drink. My friend is not a lesbian!” she shouts again and I playfully push her shoulder.
“Shut up. You’re a maniac, you know that?”
“Yes, but you, my dearest friend, are not a lesbian. I’d love you even if you were, you know that, right? Let’s go meet your boyfriend, I need to thank him,” Corrine giggles, dragging me out of the ladies’ to round up the others so we can leave for Lexis.
I notice we queue jump again and don’t pay a penny on the door. This time we head straight upstairs and when I enter the room my eyes instantly seek out Dayton. Sure enough he is in the DJ box and Luke makes his way over. I stand beside one of the dance podiums and admire Dayton from a distance, how he is interacting with the crowd and they seem to love it. He waves to a buxom blond woman in the crowd and she literally starts to hop on the spot, clapping like a maniac. My eyebrows rise as I watch her blowing him kisses. Dayton gives her the thumbs up before pulling his headphones onto his head and starting to bring in the next track. The change in the two tracks is smooth and timed to perfection.
Luke waits until he has finished mixing the two tracks toget
her before speaking to Dayton who gives him one of those male kind of greetings of a fist pump and shoulder barge. I smile watching him as he speaks into Luke’s ear. Luke turns in the DJ box and points me out, Dayton spots me and I give him a little wave. He blows me a kiss which I pretend to catch before I blow one back. I get a look of pure death from the buxom blonde.
Luke waves for me to come over and my eyes widen when Dayton curls a finger at me, telling me to go to him. Is he crazy? There is no way he is getting me up there. I put my hands up in surrender and shake my head apologetically. Dayton looks disappointed but shrugs in defeat and smiles. I’ve already emphasised to him that I could never do the job he does because I’d faint in front of a crowd of this size. I’m way too bashful for an audience. Dayton may be modest but he isn’t shy, he loves performing, he just doesn’t let the attention go to his head.
Dina comes and puts her hand out for me to follow her to the VIP area where the others are all camped out in a booth. Corrine jumps from her seat. “This round is on me, lady. Come help me with the trays.”
We head for the bar and my smile slips when I see Regina behind the bar; we are undoubtedly her least wanted customers of the night. I give her a tired look, are we really going to have to do this every time we come face to face? I realise Corrine has been jabbering and I haven’t been listening to a word. We perch on stools at the end of the bar. “Sorry, Cor, what were you saying?” Corrine rolls her eyes.
“I said I’m so happy for you. If any couple deserves each other then it’s you and Dayton. I think you’re gonna be so good together.”
I smile, thanking her. Regina makes a point of serving a guy in a leather jacket. None of us mention it but when she ignores us and goes to serve the buxom blonde from the dance floor Corrine leans on the bar. “Hey, we were here first.” The pair of blondes turns and gives us filthy looks. “She ought to hurry up, I need to pee,” Corrine mumbles. Regina seems to be making a meal out of serving the blonde and when her friend comes to the bar Regina asks for her order, too.
“Are you going to serve us tonight, or what?” Corrine shouts and Regina turns slowly.
“Do you want me to call security, or what?” Her lip curls and I see Corrine’s eyes widen. She sucks in a breath to reply before I whip the twenty pound note from her hand.
“Corrine, you go to the ladies’ and I’ll get the drinks, vodka and cokes all round?”
“Ross and Brent want jagerbombs. I won’t be long.”
Corrine begrudgingly leaves the bar and I flick Regina a challenging glance, there is no one else for her to serve except me. She rolls her eyes before flicking a bar towel onto her shoulder and sauntering over.
She stands before me, a very unimpressed look on her angelic face. When I don’t say anything she opens her arms wide. “Well?”
“Are we seriously going to do this, Regina?” I ask in a very bored note.
“Do what, exactly?”
“Play this game? Compete for Dayton? You’ve had three years to lure him in, don’t you think it’s time to let it go?”
She looks surprised I’ve cut the shit and got straight to the point. When she recovers herself she widens her stance and pulls the towel from her shoulder, slapping it down on the bar with a snap. “Who says I’m playing games, Alannah?” She says my name like it tastes bad. “And who said I was ready to let him go?”
“He isn’t yours to let go. Like it or not, he’s mine now. I’m not into foolish games.”
“If you really think he’s yours then you’re the fool. I won’t give him up without a fight. The first sign of trouble and he’ll come running to his most trusted friend – me.”
“There won’t be any trouble, so you’re in for a long wait. In the meantime I suggest you find a new gym buddy.”
“Dayton always has trouble with the ladies, honey. He’s very unlucky like that.” She winks before walking away, leaving me with no doubt in my mind this isn’t the first time she has sabotaged any chance of a relationship Dayton has ever had. Maybe that’s why he gave up dating? Another waitress comes out of the door at the back of the bar that Regina just left via and asks for my order.
I mumble out the list of drinks we want and Corrine comes back to the bar. I’m still trying to process everything Regina has just thrown at me and second-guessing what she has planned. I’m lost in my own thoughts when I feel two hands circle my waist and I jump at the unexpected caress until I hear Dayton laugh into my ear. “Hey, sweet stuff. Want me to give you a screaming orgasm?”
I turn on my stool and look up into his excited blues, he’s obviously on a high from playing his set. “Dayton Scott, are you being rude?” I ask teasingly and he laughs, dropping a kiss on my forehead.
“Are you faking innocence? I’m talking about a drink, babe. They do a lethal shot called a screaming orgasm. Do you want one with me?” He nods his head at a poster behind the bar listing shots available and they all have silly names like ‘Spunky Monkey’ and ‘Creamy Cum Shot’ etcetera. Sure enough, there is a Screaming Orgasm shot. I spot Regina standing at the opposite end of the bar, arms folded, watching Dayton and me.
“Okay, babe. I’ll do one with you.”
“That’s my girl. Regina,” he calls down the bar. “Screaming Orgasms, please.”
She saunters over, smiling at Dayton. “Coming right up, babe.”
Dayton roars laughing. “Nice! Coming right up, you get it, babe?” he asks me and I give him a tight smile, nodding that I do. Regina pours the shots, placing them in front of us. A cocky smile on her face and her eyes scream at me - Game on.
“On second thoughts, gorgeous.” I lay my hand on his forearm, his fingers clutching the shot glass. “Let’s up the stakes. I want multiple orgasms.” I grin at him and his eyes widen before he gives me a huge smile.
“Oh, yes. I like the sound of that,” he says quietly before leaning over and kissing me, not a quick kiss, a leisurely, wet kiss that I return with fervour, running my fingers down his jaw and moaning. When he breaks away, his eyes are glazed and I’m a little short of breath, my body wanting more of what we have already shared.
“Four shots then?” Regina snaps and I shake my head, my eyes still transfixed with Dayton’s.
“Six, we can always come back for more,” I answer but my eyes speak a different language to Dayton and I know he is hearing the double meaning.
Four more shot glasses are slammed in front of us and filled as Dayton whispers against my mouth whilst kissing me some more. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.” I smile against his mouth.
“Twelve pounds, please.” Regina demands and Dayton throws a twenty pound note on the bar before turning to me.
“Ready?” He passes me my first shot, picking up his own. “3.2.1.”
We knock the shot back, swallowing quickly and grimacing. Through watery eyes he hands me the second shot, his eyes urging me on. I nod and we down the second, shot. My throat and stomach are burning, my eyes watering and I quickly swipe up the last shot glass, throwing it back down my throat wanting the experience over with quickly. When our glasses slam down onto the bar simultaneously we both burst into tears of laughter, wiping our eyes and I lean against him, giggling as my stomach lining is burnt away. “They were absolutely mortal orgasms,” I croak, my throat on fire.
“Agreed. They do nothing to compare to the real thing,” Dayton laughs. “Maybe we should order something else to chase off the god awful taste?”
“I’ll take a VK blue, please,” I say to Regina whose mouth is pressed into a tight narrow line. “My treat, babe, what do you want?” I turn to Dayton.
“I’ll take a bottle of water. I have another set to play and don’t want Brent giving me the third degree about playing whilst blottoed.” He laughs and Regina almost slams the drink on the bar as I pass her my cash. She snatches the note from my fingers before returning and almost throwing my change across the bar at me.
“Gosh, steady on, Regina. What’s got your back up?” Da
yton asks and I don’t know if he genuinely hasn’t seen all the cold glares and long stares or whether he has just been ignoring them.
“I’m feeling pretty sick. Casey, I’m taking a break.” She storms out of the staff only door behind the bar.
Chapter 9
The next month is sex filled fun and I drown in a sea of Dayton style days out and nights fuelled by passion and desire. He has treated me to day trips to the craziest places including paintballing and Granada Studios. It was totally surreal to tour the set of Coronation Street with him and drink in The Rovers Return. Our nights together have been explosive. He has taught me so much about the pleasures of sex in just six short weeks. Sometimes we are rough, savagely biting, hair pulling and carnal in the heat of the moment. Other times he is so gentle and loving, I swear our souls combine and I’m more tied to him than I ever have been any other person.
I think it’s safe to say our relationship has been a whirlwind. He has swept me up and carried me off to a world where I don’t feel complete unless I’m with him. When we are temporarily parted I am counting the hours until we are together again. I have shunned girly nights with Corrine, Dina and Macy to be alone with Dayton and he has declined invites to be with the guys just to cook me dinner.
It hasn’t gone unnoticed by my parents that I’m spending more time at his flat than at home. Mum actually commented that she rarely sees me for more than an hour at a time lately.
My coursework has gone in for marking and I’ve finally started applying to legal firms for work. I’m eager and raring to go. Dayton is working away with the roofing firm from today, Monday, until Thursday, and to stem my withdrawals and keep my mind occupied I’ve made a point of running to a post box four miles away to send out my latest job applications.
I’m happily running with garage anthems pumping into my ears when my phone getting a call stops the music. I ignore the call, not wanting to break my rhythm but a minute later it rings again. I pull the ear plugs out and see the caller’s ID is withheld but I answer anyway.
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