His fooled cheat

Chapter 5

My mother is in good spirits after her dinner, meaning things must have gone well with Ken. She has plans the following night and I am assuming it’s a date. That leaves me to just sit in front of the TV and just be lazy.

I have set myself up on the couch with snacks galore and the first season of Orange is the New Black. There was no way I would watch it with my Mom around, as open minded as she claimed to be. Halfway through the first episode, there is a knock at the door. I try to pull down the oversized t-shirt I have on; trying to look half decent. There isn’t any way to look half decent in jogger shorts I think to myself.

Peering through the spy hole, I let out a gasp. David is at my doorstep in all his tight jeans glory with a t-shirt that clings to his arms. I stand at the opposite end of the door, trying to decide if I should go and put on a robe or answer the door as is.

He knocks again and I decide to go and get a robe.

“I’ll be right there!” I yell from the hallway.

“Sure.” He calls in response.

When I answer the door, he smiles, well, more like laughs at my big fluffy robe, “Were you asleep already?”

“What are you doing here?”

“I could go.”

“No! No, don’t go.” I quickly say, opening the door a little wider for him to pass through, “Come in.”

“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.” He says, still standing on the threshold.

“It’ll never seem like it. Might as well see where it goes.”

I sound like an i***t as the words play over in my head. ‘Think Holly!’ I chastise myself.

“I thought we were meeting on Friday.” I say, honestly wondering what made him stop by.

“Well, I felt that I didn’t tell you enough last time we saw each other. Also, we’re friends again, right? And friends talk, don’t they?” he says this, looking me straight in the eyes, but his hands are gently touching mine at my sides.

I melt immediately. He still has the same effect on me and its confirmed; its going to be really hard just being David Cleary’s friend.

“Uh, yeah, sure. Friends. Well, friend, do you want something to drink?”

“Beer, if you have it.”

“Sure. Mom keeps the craft kind. Is that OK?”

“Perfect.”

I break away from him and get the beer while he walks over to the living room, “What are you watching?”

“Orange is the New Black. You’ve seen it?”

“Uh, no, can’t say that I have. If there isn’t a ball of some kind being tossed or hit about; I’ll pass.”

I roll my eyes at him as I hand him his beer, “Typical!”

He finds a place to sit amongst my couch picnic, almost as if he has been coming around for years. The surprise must show on my face, because he lifts a hand, “You mind? Or should I move?”

“No, no, its just weird. Sorry. The last time you were here was, well, it was long ago.”

“Well, I was here after you left.”

This comes as news to me, “Why?”

“I didn’t know you’d left and I came around. Your Mom sat me down in this living room and gave me hell. Well, after I sulked and felt like a total jackass, I came around a few more times.”

“Why keep on coming back?”

“I wanted her to tell me where you were. She wouldn’t at first. Not until after Hope was born.”

“She never told me you were here.”

“I asked her not to. She only told me after Hope was born because she wanted me to be sure about everything.” He looks down at his hands as he twists them about.

“Then, what happened?”

“Well, Hope was born. I got married. Went off to college. Well, you know the gist of it.”

I breathe in deeply, “Maybe, its time I heard more.”

“You’re sure?” he places a hand on mine, “If you want me to stop, let me know.”

I nod and urge him to carry on.

“I can’t tell you how sorry I am for what had happened that night at Marie’s party. I still get so mad at Ginny for making me stay longer and have a drink. You know I didn’t like drinking. I don’t know why I even did it. God, I feel like an i***t every time I think about it.”

“David, there is nothing we can do now. We need to just accept what it is now and then try to move on.”

He sighs heavily, “I know, but its just as much my fault as it is anyone else’s. Well, not long after Hope was born, I noticed how the only thing we had in common was our brown eyes.”

He smiles when he mentions her name. It gives me butterflies that he is this much in love with his daughter.

“I never said anything, well, not until she was about just over a year old. There was a time I had tried to be a good husband, in every aspect of my marriage. Please understand that I just wanted to make a home my daughter could live happily in.” His eyes are pleading with mine.

“David, we weren’t together.”

“I know, but it felt like I was cheating on you. Every day with her, was like I was being unfaithful to you.”

I decide to ask him what had bothered me most for years, “The night Ginny found you and Marie in bed, did you? You know, sleep with her then?”

He shakes his head, “That’s what I think I am most angry about. No, we never slept together.”

I feel the tears sting my eyes. Tears for how a lie tore us apart and how this poor man was duped into a marriage by a scheming little girl like Marie!

“I can’t apologise enough. I wish I could take it all back. I wish I could go back in time and damn Marie Harper to hell!”

“She could have chosen anyone else, but you had to be it, I guess.” I say it quietly as my tears fall. David pulls me closer and gently wipes them off my face. His fingers are rough, but oh so soothing. I allow myself to enjoy his touch on my skin and close my eyes.

My eyes fly open as I feel his lips on my cheek. He kisses me where he’s wiped a tear away. I can feel the goose flesh travel up my legs, all the way to my neck.

He stops suddenly, “Holly, I’m sorry.”

I don’t know what to say to him. I don’t want him to be sorry for kissing me or touching me in any way! I want this man to hold me. I want to hold him and comfort him. I want him.

“Tell me more.” I find myself saying.

“I get angry talking about what she did. All you need to know is, I never stopped loving you. I just got lost along the way, Holly. Between finding out that Hope wasn’t really mine, to getting divorced and nearly losing my business to the Harpers; I just got lost.”

“We can find our way together.” I offer. I decide then and there, that I am going to be his friend or whatever he asks me to be.

“I need to tell you, I am fighting Marie to adopt Hope as my own and for joint custody. Right now, I am completely at her mercy when it comes to my daughter. She is mine in every other way.”

“And her biological Dad?”

“He doesn’t want anything to do with her. No contact with her. He makes sure she is provided for, but I refuse to use a cent of his money. Marie can do with it what she wants.”

I see how his eyes narrow and darken when he speaks of Marie, so I change the subject.

“I’ll be with you through every step of this.”

“Holly, I don’t know if I can be just a friend. I don’t know what I’m offering you right now, but I know that while I’m sitting here,” he looks up into my eyes and places a hand on my thigh, slipping my robe off to the side, “Your legs have been driving me insane.”

I laugh to the point of a snort and feel like a complete fool! David’s hand falls away, “You never were comfortable with being complimented.” And he laughs too.

He suddenly stops again and reaches up to touch my face. I lean into his palm and close my eyes. Embracing the roughness of his hands and taking in his smell, a mixture of wood and citrus, I find myself breathing heavier.

Opening my eyes slightly, I see he’s inched closer and his lips are parted while he searches my face. I can’t take the tension and feel like grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him closer, but opt for simply just saying softly, “Do it.”

With that, he leans in and instead of just slipping a hand in my hair, scoops my up onto his lap and kisses me as if it were the last time. I can’t get enough of him as I have my hands in his hair and my body pressed as tightly to his as I can. We find a way to our feet, but soon enough David is lifting me up and I am straddling him as he carries me to my old room.

He pulls away briefly to ask, “Same place?”

With a giggle, I nod my head and put my mouth back on him, greedy for more.

Within in seconds, we’re a tangled mass of limbs and searching hands on my bed. David suddenly stops and shifts me onto my pillow, his eyes gazing over me. I feel slightly self-conscious as he loosens my robe and opens it up. I cringe inwardly, remembering I am wearing an old Backstreet Boys t-shirt. Clearly David sees the humour in it and quickly has it off me, “We don’t need those five in the bedroom for this.”

He then traces the lines of my body from my clavicles, down to the apex of my thighs with his forefingers, trailing kisses along the way, “You’re beautiful, Holly. I knew it then and I still know it now.”

I have nothing to say, besides moan as he takes his time pulling my shorts down, along with underwear. He kisses me on my inner thighs and moans as he pushes my legs apart, lifting me up and into his mouth. I let out a low moan and can’t help, but bite my lip at his sweet torture.

He lowers me back down onto the bed and then pays attention to my breasts, grazing his teeth along the soft edges and flicking my n*****s with his tongue. He is slowly shifting my arms above my head and clasps my wrists together with one hand; and with his free hand, he is holding himself. He is clearly ready and is stroking himself, “Holly, are you on anything?” Not thinking, I mumble yes and he slips inside me. I immediately come undone and tighten my legs around his lower back as he slowly grinds into me fully. I feel as if I might explode. His movements become quicker and harder as he lets go of my wrists and then entwines his fingers with mine.

Just before he pushes into me one final time, the realisation hits me, “David, stop!”

“What?”

“I haven’t taken my pill!”

He looks at me like I've sprouted a second head and mouths what looks like "s**t!"

Yeah, s**t indeed.