Starburst (45 page)

Kevin and Peyton stayed on the patio and moved to the
glider, where they could both sit and be closer to each other. Kevin raised his
arm, and she snuggled up to him.

“Does your ex-husband come here often?” he asked,
tracing her arm with his fingers.

“Maybe once or twice a week, he usually doesn’t want
anything but yeah he stops.”

“You must have good relationship with him.”

“I guess so; we are much better friends than we were
as a couple, why?” she asked.

He shrugged. “I just figured you must talk to him. Did
you tell him you were in love with me?”

Peyton snorted. “I knew this was going somewhere,” she
replied.

She sat up so that she could turn and look at him. “I
actually made him kiss me because I wanted to see if it felt the same as it
does when you kiss me. And yes Kevin, I did tell him that I thought that I am
in love with you.”

“What was the verdict?”

She smiled, and slowly moved toward his lips with hers
and his eyes went from her eyes to her moistening her lips for him, and he
kissed her softly, and then more passionate when she parted her lips for his
tongue.

“There is no comparison,” she whispered to his lips.
“Take me to bed,” she added with another thrust of her tongue into his mouth.

“I need a shower,” he replied and she stood up, taking
his hand.

Peyton wanted more than anything to follow him to the
bathroom and join him, but she didn’t, she wanted him in bed and not in the
shower and knowing that if she got in there with him, they would never make it
back to the bed.

She instead sat in the chair and picked up the half
read book that she had been reading. She read the same paragraph over and over,
trying to recollect any of it, and failing miserably.

Kevin emerged in tight dark blue boxer briefs and her
eyebrows rose at the sight of how damn sexy he was. He sat beside of her in the
other chair and took her book. He turned it over to see what she was reading
and was a little surprised at her book choice.

“Steven King?” he asked. “I pictured you as a sappy
romance kind of person.”

“I read everything,” she admitted, smiling seductively
at him.

“You’re supposed to be naked,” he said softly and
dropped the book to the table between them.

Peyton didn’t reply and stood up and walked to the
bathroom door, where she reached her arm in and turned off the light. She
stayed on the other side of the room and unbuttoned one button on her white
shirt.

“Take your clothes off,” he demanded in a soft husky
voice.

She unbuttoned another button and slowly made her way
down to the last one. She opened the shirt and revealed her light pink lace bra
and then unbuttoned the button on the jean shorts.

“Keep going,” he demanded, liking the show.

She slid the shirt off of her shoulders and to the
floor and slowly slipped the shorts to the floor and walked out of them.

Peyton screamed when he jumped up and grabbed her and
had her on the bed in a spilt second.

“You didn’t’ let me finish,” she told him with a
serious expression as she placed her hand on his cheek.

“I tried, it didn’t work,” he replied and kissed her.

Kevin made love to her, and it was the most emotional
love making she had ever experienced in her life. Her head was spiraling, her
stomach quivered, and her heart was completer than she thought it had ever
been. 

She lay naked in his arms and they fell asleep,
tangled in each other’s embrace.

Peyton woke just before seven and quietly walked out
of the room and gently closed the door. Trevas was up as well and was just
pouring coffee. She tightened the belt on her robe and sat at the bar across
from him.

“Good morning,” he said, sliding her a cup of coffee.

“I’m not sure I am talking to you yet,” she stated,
sipping the coffee.

“You are,” he assured her, and she smiled and shook
her head.

“What is the schedule this week?” she wanted to know,
mostly because she wanted the house and Kevin to herself for the next week.

“I am not really sure. I know we have that party
tonight, and she has a pretty busy week, but I have no idea where, what, why or
when. I just go where she tells me to go.”

“Are you getting tired of all of this?”

Trevas shrugged his shoulders. “It’s not so bad. I
would be doing this anyway. I just wouldn’t have the benefit of…never mind,” he
said, remember that Peyton was Alley’s mother, and he almost said something about
sleeping with her.

“I think she will be glad it’s over. She told me that
you guys were going to move to Utah and build a house by your grandparent’s
lake.”

Trevas laughed. “We have discussed it for about five
minutes. I don’t know what we are doing yet, but she is pretty set on what we
are doing.”

“If she is set on moving to Utah than you will be
moving to Utah,” Peyton replied, knowing Alley always got what Alley wanted,
even with Trevas, whether he would admit to it or not.

“What about you Peyton? Are you going to be moving to
Utah?”

Peyton smiled, thinking about Kevin in her bed asleep.
“I don’t know, honestly. I have thought about it, I guess but not too
seriously.”

Peyton’s phone buzzed with the new text message, and
she smiled when she saw that it was Kevin.

“I need breakfast.”

“Come out here, coffee is ready, and I will make you
some breakfast,” she text back.

“I kind of wanted you for breakfast.”

Peyton laughed, and Trevas shook his head as he
watched her disappear back to bed.

                *****

Trevas, Kevin and Chase stood off to the side, all
dressed in suits. They watched the room full of people, mingle, sip wine and
pick at the o’rdourves being offered by beautiful women.

“Did you know that Brooke Austin was going to be
here?” Chase asked Trevas as he watched her walk in.

“No, I didn’t, but I would hope Alley would be over
that by now.” He did think she was over it, and thru being mad at her over her
impulsive foolishness with her dad, but wanted to warn her just in case.

“Brooke Austin just walked in,” he texted, and she
turned to see for herself, after reading it.

“Don’t worry my little bodyguard, I will behave.”

“I will give you my little bodyguard,” he threatened,
and she smiled at him. Trevas had hardly taken his off of her since they had gotten
there. She was the most beautiful girl there and although she fussed and hated
to dress up like that, and fretted even more over wearing her hair up. She was
stunning, and he couldn’t keep his eyes from her. She was wearing the leather
pants and floral print satin shirt with the boots. Her hair was piled messily
on top of her head with dangling soft curls.

Kevin was having the same problem trying to keep his
eyes from Peyton. Her light colored hair was also pulled up, and she wore a
creamed colored short dress with a V cut which was well past her breast, and
was held up by two thin straps on each shoulder. He winked or smiled a sexy
smile, every time she looked at him, and it was driving her crazy. After about
thirty minutes,  she had had enough and she too, text Kevin.

“If I come and get you will you mingle with me?” she
asked.

“I feel better over here with Trevas, pretending to be
a bodyguard, but if you really want me to then yes I will.”

“No, I won’t make you. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.
We won’t stay too long.”

“You stay as long as you want sweetie, I love the view
from over here, and I cannot wait to take you out of that dress.”

“You keep talking like that, and we will be leaving
now.”

Kevin laughed when he saw Alley giving her heck for
her cellphone.

“Mom, you’re worse than Trevas and me,” she protested,
and Peyton slid it back into her purse.

Trevas watched as Selena White walked up to him with a
hot sexy smile.

“Damn, who is that?” Kevin asked before she got to
them.

“Trouble,” Trevas replied, returning the smile to
Selena.

“Hey sexy, how are you. I haven’t seen you for a
while.”

“I’m good Selena, and you?” he asked, trying to be
polite and hoping that she went about her business before Alley saw her.

“I am good, been busy. What time you done working here?”
she asked, going in for the punch.

“It’s hard to tell,” he replied, with only that.

Alley turned just in time for her to put her hand on
Trevas’s chest, and reach around him for another glass of wine. She wanted to
go right up to her and tell her to get the hell away from him, but her mom
noticed what was going on as well.

“Alley… let it go. He is not interested in her, and
you know it.”

“She needs to get the fuck away from him, like right
now,” she demanded.

They watched as Selena continued to flirt and whisper
in his ear. Trevas looked to see the outraged look on her face, but didn’t know
how to tell Selena to back off. If this stupid movie would hurry up and
premier, he wouldn’t give a shit and come right out and tell her that he was
with Alley, but he couldn’t yet, so he endured the looks from Alley and the
seducing of Selena.

Fletcher walked over to Peyton and Alley. “There’s my
two favorite girls,” he said with a big smile.

“Dad you have about three seconds to get that bitch
away from Trevas before I cause a scene,” she demanded, and he looked to see
what she was talking about.

Fletcher didn’t know who she was. He knew he had seen
her around but didn’t, know her name.

“Who is that?” he asked.

“Selena White, She is a model. She and Trevas used to
mess around.”

“What do you want me to do Alley?” he asked, having
no, clue what he was supposed to say to some young hot model the he didn’t even
know.

“I don’t care what you do, but if somebody doesn’t go
get her the fuck away from him. I am.”

“Alley, he is right in front of you. He isn’t going to
touch her,” Peyton tried, but knew that Alley was getting madder and madder as
they watched her laugh and rub herself all over Trevas.”

Fletcher walked away and up to Trevas. He was just
going to move in and talk to Trevas and hopefully break up their little party.

“Are you here to work or flirt with the beautiful
guest?” Fletcher said and smiled at Selena. God she was more beautiful close up
than she was across the room.

She smiled back at him.

“Selena this is Nicholas Fletcher,” Trevas introduced
them.

Selena’s mouth dropped open, and she sucked in a deep
breath of air. “Nicholas Fletcher, the director? I love your work,” she sucked
up, and Trevas rolled his eyes. He knew Fletcher would be more than happy to
take her home.

“Can I get you a drink?” he asked, even though she was
already holding one.

“Sure, I would love one,” she replied, and walked away
with him, not giving Trevas a second look.

Trevas breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against
the wall.

*****

“Was it so hard for you to tell her that you were
fucking working and couldn’t talk to her?” Alley yelled on the ride home while
Peyton and Kevin rode the back seat.

“Alley can we discuss this later?”

“Fuck no, we’re not discussing it later. You think my
mom and Kevin didn’t witness the same thing that I did?”

“You didn’t witness anything. I never touched her, and
I am going home with you. Now stop it.”

“Can you two maybe, fight later, when we don’t have to
hear it.”

“Tell her how ridiculous she is being,” Trevas told
Peyton through the rearview mirror.

“I am staying out of it,” she demanded, “but Alley he
was right in front of you.”

“I don’t care. He was right in front of me, and let
her hang all over him for thirty minutes.”

Trevas groaned and ran his hand through his hair at
her, and continued to drive them home, wanting her out of the car.

Peyton and Kevin went right to her room. She didn’t
want Kevin to have to see one of the famous Alley tantrums, and thought it was
best to disappear and let Trevas deal with her.

“Sorry about that,” Peyton told Kevin, once they were
quietly in her room.

Kevin smiled. He wasn’t worried about Alley, and he
had already been warned by Kay and Trevas about her overenthusiastic attitude.
He removed his suit jacket and dropped it over her vanity chair and moved to
her.

“I am more interested in Alley’s mother than Alley at
the moment,” he said, taking her in his arms. He kissed her and unzipped the
back of her dress, and within seconds she didn’t care about Alley either, and
they were lost in each other.

Alley kicked the boots off, sending them gliding
across the floor. Trevas took his jacket and tie off and just watched letting
her throw her little fit.

“Unzip me,” she demanded, angrily, turning her back
for him to help her.

He looked forward to getting her out of this outfit
all night, and she had to go and get crazy on him. He kissed the back of her
neck, and she moved away and glared at him.

“Are you going to unzip it or not?” she asked.

“Turn around,” he replied, softly and her face
softened just a little too.

He held the zipper and slowly unzipped her dress, and
moved in and kissed her neck again. She tried to be mad and move away again,
but he wrapped his hand around her waist and held her to him.

“Take your hair down,” he whispered, kissing her
shoulders and neck.

“I’m mad at you,” she said softly, already losing
control from his touch.

He slid the shirt off her shoulder and moved his
fingers between the lace on her bra and squeezed her nipple. She moaned and
dropped her head to his chest.

“Alley I would tell the whole world that you are mine
if I could and you know it,” he whispered to her ear.