My conversation with Alex left me feeling no clearer about what I was feeling or how to deal with things. I strolled over to the corner of the room and picked up my guitar. My secret release. I’d been playing since I was ten.
My dad’s way of dealing with Mum leaving was to buy us shit. I’d asked for the guitar because it was expensive, not because I wanted to play, but once I had it, it struck a chord (excuse the pun). One thing you would not expect to learn about me is I write my own songs. Nothing special. In fact, I think I’m pretty ordinary, but it helps me clear my head. Kind of like a musical diary. God, I sound like a twelve-year-old girl.
I sat down on the couch and began to play. Sitting back with my eyes closed, I let the sound of the music move through me. This was the only way I knew how to relax. Well, that and a good hard fuck, but unfortunately that wasn’t an option at the moment.
Chapter Fourteen
/> This was going to be fun. I’d been parked out front of Luke and Sally’s for a good ten minutes. Belle was already there—her beat-up shitbox of a car was parked in their driveway. I wasn’t even sure I could pull this off. What if there were things I did subconsciously around her that gave me away? We were going to get busted, I just knew it. I was already planning my apology speech in my head.
After I couldn’t put it off any longer, I got out of my car and made my way to the front door. I banged loudly three times before the door opened and Luke greeted me.
“Hey man, glad you could make it,” he said, patting me on the back as I walked inside. The house was so cozy and warm, a complete contrast to the frosty, cold air outside. “Belle is here already, and dinner is almost ready.”
I took off my coat and laid it over one of the armchairs in the living area. I followed Luke into the kitchen, where Sally and Belle were chatting as they set the table.
“Jack, nice to see you. You remember my sister, Annabelle?” Sally smiled at me.
“Of course. Nice to meet you again,” I said as Belle smirked in my direction. I narrowed my eyes at her. She was enjoying this, kinky girl.
“Can I get you a drink?” asked Luke. I nodded, accepting the beer he handed me.
“So, how’s things? How’s work?” I asked Luke. I sat down, shifting my weight so I faced away from Belle. Being in the same room as she was and not being able to her watch her laugh and smile was pure hell.
Boy, I had it bad. I needed to keep myself occupied. I listened to Luke as he rambled on about his job, trying to stop my mind from wandering over to Belle. I couldn’t think about her now. I needed to keep my mind off her beautiful face,the sexy curve of her breasts…her tight, wet pussy…
“Jack?” Luke prodded. Fuck, this listening thing was going really well.
“Sorry, man, what did you say?” I replied, flustered.
“I asked if you’re okay. You seem really quiet.”
“Yeah, sorry, dude. I’m good. I’ve got some family stuff getting me down, that’s all. I’m thinking about going over to see Alex in a little while.”
“Really? That’s awesome. It will be good for you to get away,” he added. “How’s he going? Still enjoying it over there?”
“Yeah, he really loves it. Honestly, I don’t think he’ll ever be back. Not that I blame him,” I said, rolling my eyes. Luke laughed.
“Trouble with your father, hey?”
“Is there ever not trouble with my father?” I asked dryly.
Luke laughed again. “True.” He stood up to take the roast beef off Sally, and carried it over to the table. “I think we’re ready.”
Turning around in my chair, my heart rate increased by about a thousand. Belle was sitting opposite me. If I tilted my head slightly, I could see far enough down her top to know she wasn’t wearing a bra. Was she not wearing underwear either? I groaned under my breath. She wasn’t playing fair!
“So, how have you been, Jack?” Belle asked sweetly, handing me the plate of potatoes. I took the plate, my eyes burning into hers as our fingers touched.
“Good, thanks,” I replied. “How’s school?” I asked evenly, passing the potatoes to Luke. She hid a smile as she watched me.
“Great. I’ve been learning a lot lately.”
I nearly dropped the glass of water I was holding. I gave her a look, annoyed at how much she seemed to be enjoying this. If she wanted to play dirty, then things were about to get messy. If there was one thing I knew how to do, it was play dirty. I slid my foot from out of my loafer.
“Have you decided what you’re going to do next year?” Sally asked her. Belle began to run through her post-high school plan.
“I think I want to study psychology. I’ve always been interested in the m—OH!” she gasped, her eyes growing wide as she reacted to my big toe working its way inside of her. I smothered a laugh. I knew she wasn’t wearing underwear.
“What is it?” asked Sally, alarmed.