His fooled cheat

Chapter 8

Cloud nine is an understatement for what I feel the next day.  After my date with David, I am giddy and hopeful.  I even feel annoyed that I have to go to my apartment, which even makes me consider a relocation to Cape Elizabeth.  I quickly laugh that off, realising how crazy the idea is.

“One date does not reason for a relocation make!”  I laugh to myself.

I pack my overnight luggage and grab a bite to eat with Mom and Ginny in town before heading out. David is working in Portland and has hinted at coming around to the apartment, but I politely shoot him down for fear of seeming to eager and also ending up doing the obvious.

We are at a small bistro, having subs when Marie comes in with Hope and her new boyfriend.  Hope of course comes bounding towards us and surprisingly ends up hanging onto me.

“Well, hi there!”  I say.

“Hi Holly.  Hi Aunt Ginny. Hi Mrs Forbes.”  She is all smiles and bouncing up and down.

“What’s gotten you so excited missy?”  Ginny asks her.

“My Mom and Mark are taking me to McGraw Farm!”  she squeals with delight.

“I thought your Dad was taking you.”  Knowing that David had planned to take her as soon as he had a free day.

“He was, but then he had to work today and Mom said Mark really wanted to go too.”

I glance at Ginny, who, narrows her eyes and turns to face Marie and her boyfriend, who are still waiting to be seated.

“Well, I’m sure you can go as many times as you like and I know your Dad would take you any time he could.”  Ginny says this without implicating Marie, which I admire.  After all, she is still Hope’s mother.

“I’ve gotta go.  See you around Holly!  Bye aunt Ginny.  Bye Mrs Forbes!”

We all laugh, “Too much excitement in that one!”  Ginny adds.

“Oh, you girls were just as bad, if not worse!”  my Mom admonishes us.

“David is really doing such a great job with her.”  I say, finding myself falling for both father and daughter.

“She took the divorce really well for a kid her age.”  Ginny says.

“Really?”

“Yeah.  Look, she was only five and yeah, there were moments she wanted them to get back together, but she seemed to come alive when she spent more and more time alone with David.”

“He really wants this adoption to go through smoothly.”  I add.

Ginny shrugs, “We’ve told him not to eliminate the idea of any obstacles.”

“I hope this goes his way.”

My Mom rubs my hand comfortingly, “Honey, he’ll have you and his family to help him through anything.”

“Yes, he will.”

I see Marie glance in our direction a couple of times, but I pay her no more attention than I want to.  My mind is focused on David and our relationship.  If she tries to act out like a child, so she shall be treated.

“Well, I think its time I left.  Leah has messaged to say she is at the apartment.”  I get up to hug my Mom and Ginny, who are sticking around for coffee.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, honey.”

“Yeah, text when you’re home.”

I look at Ginny like she’s gone nuts and she shrugs, “Sorry, you know what I mean!”

Just as suspected, Leah is moving to San Francisco to move in with her boyfriend and will be leaving in a couple of weeks.

I am sad, but I do own the apartment and will be able to scout for a new roommate should I really need to, at my own leisure.   I let her know that I won’t be around for the week.  This also gives her time to clear out without me in the way.

We spend the evening with a takeout and catch up.  I find the distraction a welcome one as David has been on my mind most of the day.  Images of a smiling David, a shirtless David, David with no clothes on.  I mentally slap my hand and refocus on Leah’s stories about San Francisco.

She mentions the architecture in her boyfriend’s place there and immediately, my mind drifts back to David.  Its ridiculous, the images that are dancing around in my head.  I decide to call it a night and lay down in bed, my phone close by.

Just as I start to doze off with more naked David on my mind, my phone buzzes.  As if I’ve wished it up, it’s a text from him.

David: *Are you sure you don’t need some company? Leaving Portland now.*

Holly: *I’m sure I don’t, but I can’t say that I don’t want it.  After all, your conversation is amazing.*

David: *Just my conversation?*

Holly: * I could name a few other things that pique my interest.*

David: *Feel like exploring?*

Holly: *They’ve been discovered already.  Maybe I just need to conquer.*

David: * I’m open to invasion.*

At a complete loss for words, having never sexted in my life, I lie there, trying to think of something witty to type back.  Instead, I am picturing a sweaty, insanely sculpted David lying, tied to my four poster.  I am salivating at the thought.

Not before long, my phone buzzes again.

David: *I’m outside.*

My heart starts beating insanely fast.  I am a ball of excitement and nerves.  I’m just wearing a vest and some undies.  I quickly grab my satin robe off my door hanger and slip that on.  As I reach the front door, I rush back to spray on some perfume, but change my mind just as I pick up the bottle.  Then, taking a deep breath, I walk back to the front door, phone in hand.  As I am about to open up, my phone buzzes again.

David: *Should I leave?*

I open the door so quickly, it catches him by surprise.

“Hey.”  I say, my voice a bit husky.

“Hi.”  He says, leaning against the door frame.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea.”  I say quietly.  Leah is already sleeping and I don’t want to have to answer too many questions.

He steps over the threshold and we are inches apart, my skin starting to tingle.  I take a step back as he enters a bit further and closes the door behind him.

“What are you doing?”

“Closing the door.”  He is smirking again.

“I mean, why are you here?”

“I can’t stop thinking about you, all day.  Its insane!”  his voice is a strained whisper.

“You should try a cold shower.”

“Oh, I thought about a shower, but not a cold one and not alone.”  His voice is dripping with lust and I don’t know how long I can stay composed.  I can feel the slickness between my thighs.

“I see.  Maybe I can offer you a drink instead?  Takes the edge off.”

He laughs quietly, “Oh Holly, alcohol will only just delay the obvious.”

I back into the couch eventually and grip the cool leather tightly.  David slowly reaches around me and pries my fingers loose.

As he does this, he bends his head down and grazes my neck with his stubble.  I inhale sharply, my senses overloaded with his spicy, citrus cologne, his breath on my neck and the feel of his skin on mine.

He pulls away quickly and then runs his hands up the length of my arms, until he reaches my neck, “I don’t want you to just go with this, not unless you want me too.”

“I want to.”  I barely recognise my own voice.  Its hoarse with want and complete greed for this man.  He tilts my chin upward and covers my mouth with a deep kiss.  I get the most sensational feeling travel up from where his hands have now positioned themselves on my hips, up to my throat.  I moan into his mouth and then furiously begin to unbutton his shirt.

Within an instant, David has me straddled across his hips, one hand cupping my behind and the other supporting my neck.  He moves me up against the wall next to my bedroom and I realise then that he doesn’t know which room mine is.

“First door left.”  I say quietly, remembering that Leah is straight across from us.

“Got it.”  He whispers back.

We enter my room and instead of going straight for the bed, David places me on my feet and locks the door, then takes off his shirt, standing in just a black vest.

“Take off your clothes, slowly.”  He is leaning against my door, his eyes fixed on me.

I feel the colour creep to my cheeks, but oblige and begin by undoing my robe.  I first stand there, slightly uneasy as I have no clear idea how to do a striptease for anyone.

I take a deep breath and peek at him through my bangs that have fallen over most of my face, then slowly pull at the edges of my vest, dragging it up and over my head.  I drop it next to me, my breasts exposed.  They heavy and my n*****s are sensitive to the touch as I place my hands over them.

David must sense my awkwardness as he decides to make his way over to me, and kneels down in front of me, hands on my waist.

His fingers are sending sparks through my body.  I feel like hiding behind my hair for the rest of the evening, but his next words put me at ease, “Holly Forbes, I love being with you.  I love looking at you and I want you all to myself, anytime I want, if you’ll let me.” And he plants kisses all along my hips and then slowly pulls down my underwear.  He kisses me all the way down to my upper thighs, his hands now urging them apart.

I feel his tongue gently flick between my folds and it sends my head back.  I immediately grasp his hair, my fingers gently massaging his scalp, urging him on.  He brings me so close the edge as he increases the pace and then he does something amazing; he finds my opening with two of his fingers and slides them in gently and softly sucks on me.  My legs begin to shake and my mouth is literally a gaping hole in my face, the absolutely pleasurable assault on my s*x is enough to make me call out his name.

He doesn’t stop, not until I lose my footing and go limp in his waiting arms.  He strokes my face and kisses me from head to toe, then carries me to the bed, “You OK?”

I just nod and try to compose myself as he unbuttons his jeans, nearly freeing himself.  I note he isn’t wearing underwear.  I sit up to help him pull his vest off, trailing kisses from his chest down to his navel and then I remember, “David, do you have condoms?”

He smiles his crooked smile at me, “I came prepared this time.  No way am I leaving here for another cold shower.”

Then, as if by pure magic, he slips it on and is hovering over me.  I feel the entire length of him pressed up against my stomach.   He kisses me again, so tenderly, but deep with promise and longing.

“Holly.”  He says my name as if it hurts to say it.

I think I know what he is trying to say, but he doesn’t need to and neither do I.  I feel it.

“I know.”  I whisper back.

He slowly pushes into me and the feeling is pure bliss.  The pace is slow, but necessary.  He buries his face in my neck and kisses me just below the earlobe, my senses at an all time high.

I moan softly and he pushes deeper.  His strokes become quicker and harder.  I manage to turn him onto his back with him still inside of me and straddle him.  He places both hands on my breasts and gently teases each n****e, making them ache.

He kisses me between my breast and up into my neck, finding my mouth and biting my bottom lip.  The feeling of him inside me is so surreal; I feel as if it’s another one of my fantasies of him.

He suddenly grabs me around my hips and begins to move me faster, his jaw clenches and his head is pulled back while a low groan escapes his throat.

The sound is almost feral and drives something inside of me to push down harder.  Our movements are in sync, David pushing deeper with each thrust, his grip on my hips tighter.  I feel the unfurling begin inside of me, each stroke bringing me closer.  Its unstoppable and as if he’s been holding back, just as I am about to c*m, he flips me onto my back and lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder, every muscle in his body straining and enters me again.  This time just one thrust sends me to my undoing and I call out, not caring who hears.

He then slows down and grinds into me, languishing his time inside of me.  The way he is looking at me, stroking his thumb over my mouth gently, it makes me not want this to end.  Something in him changes and in seconds, he has me up and on his lap, astride him while he still slowly keeps thrusting.  We are eye to eye and the intensity causes the heat to rise to my face.  I want to hide, but he won’t let me, brushing the hair off my face.

Our lips crash into each other, hungry, wanting for more.  Starting to feel the slight tremors of another orgasm, I grab onto David, burying my face in his neck.  He reciprocates and I feel how jagged his breath is against my neck, followed by an almost growl.

We cling to each other for another few moments, kissing in between, not wanting to let go.

I look at him and perhaps because I am drunk on the most amazing s*x I have ever had, I say it out loud, “I love you, David.”

“Oh God Holly, I don’t think I’ve ever stopped.”

David stays the night, waking me up before dawn, by nibbling on my neck, working his way down my naked body and placing kisses on my hips.  I don’t need much coaxing and soon enough, we are clamouring to connect in every way we can.

Its as if the s*x is the words we need to say and also using it to play catch up after years apart.  David had been my first in so many ways then, from stolen kisses in his old treehouse, to our awkward, but sweet first time.

We are lying in bed, watching the sunrise from my window, David behind me, “I know it seems like things are moving really fast.”  He says it with a laugh, “But it just feels right, you know?”

“It does.  This is new to me so I don’t know if I should be slowing things down.”

He sighs, “I know and I’m so sorry.  We should have celebrated so much by now.”

“I know that can’t be changed and we need to move on together.”

“Holly, I haven’t been this happy since you and I’m scared to let go now.  My life was miserable and I can’t go back to what it was like before you came back to town.”

“You won’t have to.”

“I know I am asking you for a lot, being in my life and accepting Hope in yours.  You need to tell me if its too much.”

I turn to face him and kiss him, then look at him in the eyes, “I love you David Cleary.”

“And I love you, Holly Forbes.”

We spend the rest of the early morning hours whispering ridiculously saccharine sweet nothing and one more session that is enough to rival nine and a half weeks.  We doze off for a bit, me lying with my head on David’s chest.

I dream of life with David, spending mornings in bed with repeats of last night.

I’m woken up by a knock on my door.  I slip out of bed and put on just my robe.  I look over at David, he is so peaceful and a bit too large for my double bed.  I giggle at his one foot, which is poking through the wrought iron bars.

Opening the door slightly, I slip out, trying to be as subtle as possible about it, but Leah is already trying to peek by me.

“Holly?  Is there someone in there with you?”

“Uh, yes, but its just a friend that’s slept over.”

“Friends don’t make each other scream out like that.”

“OK!  Let’s have coffee.  Did you need something?”  I ask, practically shoving her towards the kitchen.

“Fine, I won’t ask any more questions, but is this David joining us for breakfast?  I got pastries.”  She says this so smugly and I don’t even want to touch on how she knows his name.

We are sitting quietly next to each other, with Leah shooting me some knowing looks in between bites, eating our cherry Danish’s.  She is about to say something, when she nearly sputters out her coffee, staring at David, who has come out of the bathroom it seems.

“Hi, I, uh, I’m David.”

“I know.”  She says, smirking.

Leah, herself, is an eyeful, at almost five-ten with long dark hair and big animé looking eyes and dates a very good looking musician, but the look on her face as David stands there, on display, is priceless.

“You must be, Holly’s, uh…”

“Boyfriend.”  He says it as if its old news.

I take a big gulp of coffee as Leah nudges me in the ribs and proceed to choke very unattractively on the warm liquid.  David is next to me in a flash, patting me on the back.  Once I recover, he tilts my chin towards him and kisses me softly on the lips in a full display for Leah.

“OK?”

“Yeah.”  I say quietly, “Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll make you a coffee and fix you a plate?”

I would do anything to stop Leah from ogling him right then, feeling slightly jealous.

When he leaves, she immediately turns to me and does an absolute exaggeration of expressions, “Phwaor!  He is hot!  Boyfriend?”

“Leah! Oh my God, he’s just David.”

“Wait, not the David you dated in high school?  The David who cheated and married his version of a Peggy-Sue?”

“Yes, that David, but its not as bad as that.  Some things have come to light that change all that.”

“Are you sure you should be doing this?” she is on her feet, hands on hips, her face a scowl.

“Leah, it’ll be OK.  I’ll be OK.  Just you worry about your trip West and let me enjoy this.”

“Its your life, of course, but just don’t let him hurt you or I’ll pay a visit just to kick his ass.”

We laugh and she does something very un-Leah and hugs me tightly.

David and I head to Five fifty-five on Congress for their Sunday brunch.  I spot our reflections in store window and I smile to myself.  We look happy and in love.

I know that we will probably be facing a few obstacles very soon, but I can’t be bothered about anyone else and their agendas.  David mentions the high school reunion and asks if I would want to go as his date, should we go.  He feels we need to show Marie that we’re serious about one another.

I, on the other hand, don’t feel we need to prove anything.  I think we’d be playing into her hands if we rub anything in her face so early.  I want her to know, but I don’t want her dramatics to play out in front of a crowd.  Besides, reunions are for bored housewives and lonely over-achievers.

We come to an agreement that we won’t go, but that we’ll meet for a drink with some of David’s old hockey team mates before the evening festivities.

It feels so weird making plans together, but at the same time, its exciting doing things as a couple.  I try not to think of anything that could ruin us but rather of challenges we can overcome.  I also think of things to do that include Hope and make a point of getting to know her.