Starburst (20 page)

“I
think your pool guy is here,” Trevas told Peyton as he carried in the bags, and
then the doorbell rang.

Peyton
opened the door, and there was a young boy that spoke no English. He tried to
speak to Peyton several times, and the only thing she could make out was
grounds and pool and Alley laughed.

“Stop
it Alley, help me out here would you?”

“He
says there is a grounds truck in the neighborhood too. He wants to know if you
want the grounds tended to or just the pool.”

“Oh,
tell him just the pool.”

“Sólo
la piscina por favor,” she spoke.

“Gracias,
le gustaría limpieza y tratada?”

“Do
you want it treated too or just cleaned?” she turned and asked her mother after
getting his response.

“He
can do both.”

“Ambos
por favor,” she explained, and he left to tend to the pool.

“You
never told me you were fluent in Spanish,” Trevas exclaimed.

“She
is fluent in Chinese and German too,” her mother offered.

“Alley…is
that true?” he asked, astounded.

“Yeah,
kind of and I just decided, I should start swearing in another language, and
maybe it would keep you off of my back.”

“I
would know, and if you would just control your language, I wouldn’t be on your
back.”

“I
can think of some instances where you never say a word about my language,” she
retorted, and Trevas blushed.

“Didn’t
I hear you say you were going to take a shower?” Trevas asked, giving her a
look to shut up.

“No
but, I do need to go do that.”

“Good,
go… get the hell out of here,” Trevas told her jokingly, and both she and
Peyton laughed.

Alley
left to take a shower and Peyton, and Trevas started to chop up vegetables for
their pizza. Peyton opened a beer and handed him one. He was pleasantly
surprised at how much he liked her mom, and she was nothing like Alley at all,
but then again neither was Fletcher, and he wondered where she got her attitude
from.

“I
love how you handle my daughter Trevas,” Peyton told him as she chopped an
onion, and he chopped a pepper.

“I’m
not sure anyone is truly capable of handling your daughter,” he replied, not
entirely joking, and she laughed.

“Yes
she is one of a kind, and for the life of me, I don’t know where she gets it.”

“Peyton,
I hope you don’t think that I took advantage of your young teenage daughter. I
fought my feelings for her ridiculously hard, and I do love the shit out of
her. I’m not after anything from her. I just can’t seem to function without
her, for some reason.”

“I
can tell that you love her Trevas, and she is totally in love with you and I
know that, because of having to see her, the last couple of weeks, and watching
her stop living and crying for hours and hours over you, it was horrible.”

“I
know, she called me and left me message after message, and it killed me, but I wouldn’t
answer her because I was afraid of making it worse.”

“Don’t
hurt her Trevas, she is not as resilient and tough as she lets on to be,”
Peyton requested in a soft serious tone.

“Yes,
I figured that out pretty quick and I would never hurt her. I know that her age
will probably play a factor, and there may come a day that she needs to spread
her wings, but I have spread mine. I’ve been with other women, and not one of
them could knock me off my feet like she did.”

Peyton
just snickered, not sure how to respond to someone being in love with her
daughter.

“Tell
me about this movie,” he requested.

“It’s
from one of Alley’s favorite books. I guess her dad made her go to some
auditions a couple of weeks ago, and she ditched every one of the girls.
Fletcher told me that one of the guys was getting pretty mad at her remarks,
and told her if she could do any better, then get up there and do it. She did,
and he said she was amazing, didn’t use a script and was a natural at it. He
said they all had to pick up their jaws, including him.”

“Has
she ever done any acting, I mean like when she was a kid or anything?”

Peyton
snickered again. “No, I tried putting her in dance, acting classes, band,
gymnastics, you name it, I tried it, and she quit every time. Alley only needed
a book to keep her happy.”

“Stop
talking about me behind my back, and I quit because I didn’t want to do it, you
made me, and I read books because I could imagine myself being someone else,”
Alley scolded, and sat on the barstool to watch. She picked up Trevas’s beer
and took a drink, and he looked to see her mother’s reaction, but she didn’t
have one and he relaxed.

The
pizza looked wonderful, and Peyton sat it in the refrigerator because none of
them were hungry yet. Peyton’s phone rang on the bar and Alley looked down at
it.

“It’s
dad,” she offered.

“Answer
it,” her mother told her.

“Um,
no, that’s okay, you answer it,” she replied and handed it to her.

She
took the phone and walked into her office. Alley came to the kitchen and walked
slowly to Trevas, and he knew what she was up to.

“You
get back on that stool, right this second,” he demanded.

“No.”

“I’m
not kissing you,” he told her as she put her arms around his neck.

“Yes
you are,” she told him and stood on the tips of her toes to get closer to his
lips.

“You
smell good,” he told her.

“I
taste good too.”

“I
am sure you do.”

“Kiss
me.”

“No.”

Alley
slid her hand up his shirt and up his ribs and moved in just a little to his
lips, but stopped, and he followed through, and parted her lips with his
tongue. Her hand rubbing up his ribs and abs made him wish that he could take
her right that second, and he wondered when they would get the chance to be
alone again.

Peyton
cleared her throat, and Alley moved away.

“Told
you,” she said with a grin.

“Told
you what?” her mother asked, assuming that she was talking about her.

“That
he was going to kiss me,” she answered, and her mother dropped it and Trevas
gave her a look for being so audacious.

They
ate the pizza later in the evening, and it was delicious, then they played 500,
rummy and then a trivia game, which of course Alley beat them both.

Peyton
excused herself while Alley set up the trivia game, and Alley pulled her feet
up under her, leaning toward Trevas while her mother was absent from the table.

“Sit
down,” Trevas demanded, already staring at her lips.

“No,
I want you to kiss me.”

“No,
your mother will be back any second.”

Alley
decided that she didn’t have time to persuade him this time, and kissed him
instead, and he had no control, and responded until they heard Peyton clear her
throat once again.

 It
was almost eleven o’clock and Peyton was yawning.

“One
more and I quit,” she told them as she flipped over the next card. She didn’t
know the answer, and it got passed to Trevas, and he didn’t know it either.

Alley
read the card next. “Somalia,” she answered.

Trevas
shook his head and laughed. “How in the hell would anyone know, what country
has the most camels?”

“I
told you I read a lot,” she replied.

“Obliviously,”
he stated.

“That’s
it, I’m done.” Peyton told them, getting up and cleaning up beer cans. “I would
tell Alley to show you where to sleep, but she has already informed me that she
was sleeping wherever you do. So I will see you guys tomorrow, and wherever you
end up, I don’t know anything.”

Peyton
left, and Trevas turned to Alley. “You are evil.”

Alley
didn’t reply and gave him the look that he knew all too well.

“Let’s
go to bed,” she whispered.

“I
don’t think we should sleep together Alley, your mother doesn’t approve, and
you know it.”

Alley
got up and went to him. She put her leg over and straddled him in his chair.
She touched his chest lightly, and then pulled her body to his, taking his
mouth with hers. “I have been thinking about getting you in bed all day,” she
whispered to his lips. She ground into him a couple of times, and he moaned a
soft moan. “Take me to bed Trevas,” she whispered, and got up. He was under her
spell and would have followed her through the gates of hell at that moment.

He
watched briefly as she stepped on the first step and removed her shirt and
walked up, giving him her alluring stare, and of course he was right behind
her.

She
stripped herself of her clothes, and lay on the bed, and he removed his shoes
and shirt and went to her, wearing only his jeans. He took her tender body in
his hands and kissed her so passionately that she thought she would faint. He
moved to her throat and her breast, and he knew that this was not going to last
as long as he wanted it too.

“Trevas,”
she whispered, and he moved back to her lips.

“What
baby?”

“Go
down on me,” she requested in between his kisses, and he smiled.

“Alley,
he whispered back.

“What?”
she softly spoke with erratic breathing.

“Spread
your legs,” he whispered, and was more than happy to kiss her all the way down
to the destination she wanted.

“Awe
fuck,” she said, as soon as she felt him. Trevas didn’t know how much more he
could take of her squirming beneath his mouth, and the lustful noises that were
driving him crazy. He wanted to be in her, right that moment.

Her
hands robotically reached for the headboard, and she called out in pleasure.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she screamed in rapture, and as soon as Trevas knew she was
good, he slid out of his jeans and moved in between her legs.

“Wait
a second Trevas,” she panted, and wanted the quivering between her legs to have
a moment.

“I
can’t,” he admitted honestly and thrust into her.

“Fuck,”
she said again, arching her back as she felt him enter her.

Trevas
was right, and it was over way to soon. He took her quick and forcefully, and
as soon as she was calling out profanity he went with her.

Once
their breathing was manageable, Trevas shifted his weight to her side and lay
his hand on her stomach. He propped himself up on one elbow. “I love you,” he
whispered, and she smiled over at him.

“I
love you too, and I’m so glad you are here.”

He
leaned in and kissed her. “You do know that you are way over zealous in bed
don’t you?”

“Are
you insinuating that it’s too much for you?”

“No
way, I love it,” he admitted.

Alley
laughed a short laugh. “I’m glad that you love it because I’m not sure that I
could control it.”

“I
do wish you would control the language, you are way to pretty to talk like
that.”

“Well,
I’m probably not going to, so you may just have to deal with it.”

“Just
come up with a new word, I hate hearing the F bomb coming out of your mouth.”

“I’ll
try,” she replied, with very little encouragement.

“Why
didn’t you tell me about this movie?” he asked, massaging her stomach and hips.

“I
haven’t talked to you in three weeks, remember?”

“That’s
an escape. We talked until two o’clock in the morning last night.”

“It
wasn’t worth bringing up. I’m not playing in a movie so why does it matter?”

“You’re
not even going to think about it?”

“No,
I’m not, and I don’t need you on my back about it either,” she said, staring at
him, and he sensed the attitude but didn’t much care, he was getting used to
it.

“What
are your plans Alley? What are you going to do with your life? Are you going to
college?”

“No
I’m not going to college. I’m going to buy a house in a quiet neighborhood on a
cul-de-sac or something.”

“That
sounds like a good plan, but how are you going to do that? I mean, are mommy
and daddy going to pay your way? This movie would give you your own money to do
with what you want, and nobody said you ever had to do it again. You’re not
even eighteen. It would be over in a year.”

Alley
was staring at him in disbelief. “Did you just use reverse psychology on me?”
she asked.

“No.
I’m not trying to. I just want you to think it through before you just say no
to something.”

“Trevas,
I hate this life. I don’t want to be like my mom, and be chased by the
paparazzi my whole life.”

“You
don’t have to do it your whole life. It’s one movie.” Trevas kissed her lips.
“I’m not trying to sway you to do it at all. I just want you to kick it around,
and not be so ambiguous about it. Don’t make it out to be more than it is.”

Alley
took a deep breath. “I do have my own bodyguard,” she teased.

“Yes
you do, and he loves guarding your body,” he teased back kissing her. She
rolled over into his arms and cuddled her naked body against his.

*****

Trevas
woke earlier than he cared to, but always did. He walked downstairs hoping that
Peyton was an early riser too. She was not, and he searched through the
cupboards to find coffee. He made the coffee and stirred up a breakfast
casserole, and Peyton emerged. He got up from the stool and she sat on one
herself, looking rough.

“Coffee?”
he asked.

“Please,”
she requested holding her head. “How much beer did we drink last night?”

“Eighteen,
between us, but I think you had a few up on me,” he joked, and slid her cup of
hot coffee.

“Right
above your head there, is a bottle of ibuprofen, I need about three of them
too,” she explained, and he took the bottle and gave her two, along with a look
of, you’re not getting three. She smiled and shook her head.

“Something
smells good,” she exclaimed, thinking maybe food would settle her pissed off
stomach.