Eternal Bliss Page 7

  "Whew, babe you wore me out already. I'll need at least a half hour before I can do it again."

  "Well, give me at least an hour."

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  "Jeff, what's something to do that's romantic for a woman?" Kyle wanted to do something that would show her he cared about her, not just the sex with her.

  "You can give her flowers and shit like that. Maybe dinner or dancing, girls love it when you take them dancing."

  Idly, he wondered how she would move on the dance floor, but he didn't want to end up on a crowded dance floor with a raging hard-on. He wished he could take the night off and be with her, well, every night, but he wouldn't be able to survive if he quit his job. He had thought of staying with Laine though. She was thirty minutes closer to the station and with gas prices, it only made sense. Not to mention all access to Laine anytime he wanted.

  Kyle threw his stuff in his locker and pointed to himself, then Jeff with his thumb. "We are going to dinner Tuesday night with Laine and Melanie."

  Jeff groaned. "Okay. But if she's a dog, I'm eatin' light."

  Jeff stalked away and Kyle took out his phone, looking at Laine's picture. Damn, he couldn't stand two nights without her. He was completely addicted. They'd made love three times and fallen asleep together until Julie called panicking about a fight at a wedding. Then Laine had to leave.

  He stared at the picture remembering every detail, every touch and every noise she made that day.

  "Pete, grab Repeat and get your asses up here and get some grub." Cappy yelled down at them.

  He clipped his phone back on his belt, whistled at Jeff and they headed up.

  "Who cooked?" Kyle asked Jeff.

  "I think it was Wi-Fi because it smells burnt."

  "Wonder what it is this time? If it's his brick of a meatloaf again, I'll just go hungry."

  Kyle opened the door to the kitchen and the odor of burnt meat overwhelmed him. He gestured for Jeff to go through first. He walked in behind and saw a group of frowning men.

  Steve said "Who wants pizza?" The entire crew, including Wi-Fi, said I do. Everyone pitched in a couple dollars apiece to pay for the pizzas. Kyle took his phone off his belt to get to his wallet and Jeff, being the copycat he was, did the same. It bugged Kyle that they had the same trucks, cell phones, and even shoes. This was the reason for their nicknames, Pete and Repeat. The real Pete went by Bulldog, so there was no confusion. Kyle hated their nicknames and tried many times to get them to change it, to no avail.

  He tossed five dollars on the table and Bulldog came up to collect it.

  "What's your poison?" he asked, snatching the money up, knocking the phones onto the floor. Jeff bent down to pick them up and handed one to Kyle.

  "I'm in the mood for a supreme." Kyle said and Jeff nodded his agreement.

  They clipped the phones on their belts, and went to the T.V. room to wait for the pizzas.

  A few minutes later Jeff's phone rang. He stared at the screen and gave a whistle of female appreciation. "Holy shit she's hot. You're one lucky sonofabitch, you know that?"

  Kyle lunged for the phone, missing it when Steve-o made a grab for it. The assholes were going to play keep away until every fucker in the room had a glance. Fuck.

  "Give it back, dammit. That's not your woman to see." He kept trying, finally grabbing it before Cappy had a look see.

  He put the now silent phone in his pocket and stared at a room full of horny men. He couldn't blame them. Every time he looked at that picture, he got a hard-on. But that didn't make it okay. Jeff would pay for this one. Jeff had been smiling, until Kyle turned his steely glare on him. Kyle made it clear with a look and Jeff understood exactly what he had coming.

  The room fell silent and Kyle stalked off. Everyone had just seen his woman, and that didn't sit well with him at all.

  Jeff caught up with him outside the weight room. "I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean for that to happen. She is a real looker though. I can see why you're so crazy about her."

  Kyle didn't say a word, just removed Jeff's phone from his belt and handed it to him. He turned to go in the weight room and Jeff said. "I'm serious, man, I didn't mean for that to happen."

  Kyle looked back at him, with his fists balled. "Jeff, anybody ever tell you you're an asshole?"

  "Just you. Every damn day of my life." He gave Kyle an apologetic smile.

  Kyle sat down on a weightlifting bench and pulled his phone out to call her back. Jeff nodded his understanding and left.

  "Hey, babe, I'm sorry I missed your call, I didn't have my phone with me." He pinched the bridge of his nose and tried calming down.

  "It's okay; I just wanted to hear your voice. I miss you."

  Now that was more like it. She wasn't immune to his charm. She was slowly coming around.

  "I miss you too." Damn, he missed her. He missed touching her, feeling her soft skin, listening to her whimper as they made love. He wanted to see the glazed look in her eyes as she came and feel her sweet passage gripping him as he thrust inside her.

  "I only have a minute, but I wanted to ask you if you might send me a picture of you. It's only fair since you have one of me."

  "Yeah, I don't know. It's not really a good idea. What if someone got hold of your phone?" He dropped his head in his hand and scrubbed it through his hair. He really hoped she never found out about the little show and tell. Jeff had better keep his mouth shut if he knows what's good for him.

  "Nobody will get my phone. I have it on me at all times."

  "Yeah, I did too." He scoffed.

  "Sorry, I had to switch ears. What did you say?"

  "Um, nothing important."

  "Okay. Well, will you please send me a picture? It doesn't have to be anything graphic, just a head shot."

  He sighed in relief. "Yeah, sure, I'll send it as soon as we get off."

  "Don't say that. I wish we were getting off. I can't wait until Monday; I'll finally get to see your place."

  Yeah, that didn't make him happy. It was a small bachelor pad and she was too classy to be there.

  "I can't wait either."

  "Okay, well Jules just came in, so I have to go. I'll see you then."

  She hung up, leaving him turned on. He took a picture of himself, sent it to her and started his workout.

  * * * *

  Laine had the driver take her to the airport to personally pick up her parents. Their timing was terrible for her sex life, but she would love to see them. She hadn't seen them since her father retired and left her the house. She had to promise her mother she wouldn't sell, but she didn't need all five thousand square feet just for her.

  The driver stopped in the pick up lane. Laine got out and met her parents at the baggage carrousel.

  "Hello, mother." They air kissed each cheek. "How was your flight?"

  "Dreadful, dear. They have no idea what first class passengers should be treated like. I had to ask for my drink, twice. I plan to speak to someone about this."

  Laine rolled her eyes and went to greet her father. She ran to him and gave him a big hug. "Hi, daddy, I've missed you." God, she loved him. He had financed her business, built her chapel, and encouraged her to be a business woman, instead of following in his footsteps to be a neurosurgeon.

  Melanie's father was a high paid defense lawyer, so she was pressured to become a lawyer. They had that in common, being pressured to be something they didn't want to be. Both Mel and Laine were expected to wear expensive clothes when they would be just as happy in jeans and a t-shirt. Both Laine and Mel craved the simple life, living in apartments not huge mansions. But they couldn't help what they were born into.

  "Where is the car, dear?" her mother asked.

  Laine let go of her dad and turned to her mother. "It's just outside the entrance. I'll carry your bags mother."

  Her mother had a disgusted look on her plastic face. Laine was surprised it didn't crack.

  "Why in the world are you carrying the bags? Where is the driver?"
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br />   "He's in the car mother, trying not to get towed. If he gets out of the car, we would get a ticket."

  "This is utterly ridiculous. I have never seen such terrible service in my life." Her perfect brows were almost in her hairline. Laine did everything she could not to laugh.

  After all, her mother was known for her drama. She used to pitch huge fits at every party they ever had. The service she used for every event was always impeccable and she would hire them again for the next one. But according to her mother, their service had always been terrible. Kitty Eleanor Louise Stanton-Peyton just had to have something to complain about.

  "Come along, Kitty, dear," her father said.

  Laine struggled putting the bags on the cart. God knows the woman traveled with a full wardrobe and the kitchen sink. She finally got all of them on the cart and headed for the car.

  On the drive home, Kitty made plans for shopping trips with Laine, a list of people they had to visit, and, of course, a trip to the hospital so her father could visit old colleagues.

  Damn, she didn't want to do any of this stuff, but would be dragged along regardless. All she wanted to do was spend time with Kyle making love over and over. She hoped to keep him and her parents separate. Who knew how her mother would react to Kyle? He wasn't in any of their social circles and didn't have any stature in the community. He served the community, not exactly the best boyfriend material in her mother's eye.

  Just one more day and he'd be off for two days. She would have to find a way to escape her mother's grip.

  Once home, it was truly weird to put them in the guest bedroom. This had been their home for thirty years. Of course, their room was on the other side of the house, giving Laine plenty of privacy, which she was grateful for.

  Laine had been unpacking for Kitty when her cell buzzed. She looked at the message; it was a picture of Kyle's cock in all of its erect glory. She felt her clit twitch and a damp heat filled her panties. Yes, she would be really grateful for the privacy. She would need her vibe tonight. Now she had something to look forward to.

  "What are you looking at dear?" her mother asked from behind her.

  Laine's face felt hot and her mouth dry. "Um, nothing mother. Julie sent me a picture of a new bridal gown," she lied, hoping her mother would leave it alone.

  "Oh. I would love to see it dear." She stepped in front of Laine, reaching for Laine's phone.

  Laine quickly put the phone in her pocket. "You know, mother, I think I should get Maria to start lunch. You must be famished from your flight." She darted from the room before her mother could protest.

  She called Maria over the intercom and retreated to her room.

  * * * *

  Kyle was excited. He'd never given a woman flowers before, so he picked the largest bouquet the shop had. It was multicolored with lots of white sprigs of something in it. The lady promised any woman in her right mind would love it.

  He pulled in her drive, parked in front of the garage and walked to the door. He tried the knob, but it was locked. He rang the bell and rang the bell again. He started to give up, when the door finally swung open. An older version of Laine stood in the doorway. Her hair was in a perfect twisty thing and she wore a champagne colored flowing outfit complete with matching heels. He started to introduce himself, but she beat him to it.

  "Young man, deliveries are supposed to be brought to the service entrance."

  She reached for the flowers. "Oh, I bet these are from David. I bet he wants her back."

  Kyle just stood there dumbfounded. This woman thought he was a delivery boy. And who the fuck was David? And no way would he get her back, but then he thought about it. Obviously, he wasn't good enough for Laine. He turned to leave, but the woman caught his arm. He turned to her and she stuffed a twenty dollar bill in his hand.

  "Here you are, young man. Thank you."

  He thought about throwing it at her, but balled it in his fist, turned and left. On the drive home, he barely registered the trip.

  Who was he kidding? Laine was out of his league.

  She could get any rich guy she wanted. She would fuck a guy like him, but she wouldn't have a real relationship with him. He thought of the twenty in his pocket and was disgusted to the point bile rose in the back of his throat. Why he believed there could possibly be more between them, he wouldn't know. He threw the twenty on Jeff's bed and closed the door. He padded to his room, kicked off his boots and flopped on his bed. The bed he'd planned to have Laine in tonight.

  * * * *

  God, she'd had one hell of a day. If there was a hell, it had come to Bliss today. Dress problem after dress problem, and one bride-to-be brought her entire family to pick out a dress, but none of them could agree on one. Laine felt bad because the bride-to-be ended up leaving in tears without picking a dress. That's why they recommended bringing only two people to a fitting.

  She opened the door; the first thing that caught her eye was a beautiful bouquet of flowers. She rushed to them, searching frantically for the card. It was neatly tucked between two carnations. I can't wait to see you tonight. Love, Kyle.

  She let out a breath she hadn't even known she'd held. "Love, Kyle," she whispered.

  Love? Was he just signing it like an endearment or was he in love with her? Either way, those two words startled her. Maybe we should back off for a while.

  So why did that thought give her an ache in her heart?

  "Laine, dear, when did you get home?" her mother asked.

  Uh, just a few minutes ago." She was still contemplating her feelings when her mother snatched the card from her hand.

  "I was hoping these were from David. You two were so perfect for each other. He's going to be at the hospital when we go visit. Wouldn't you enjoy seeing him? I bet he's regretting letting you go." She leaned in, taking a sniff of the flowers. "Oh, these are divine."

  She straightened and held the card up. "Who is Kyle, dear? Do we know him? Is it Beatrice's youngest son? I remember he always had a crush on you."

  Laine scoffed and grabbed the card back. "Kyle is none of your business, mother. And no, it's not that Kyle. He's five years younger than I am and has a huge nose."

  Panic rose in Laine. "What did the delivery guy look like?"

  "Oh, I don't remember much dear. Let's see, he was tall, had black hair maybe and oh, I do remember his blue eyes."

  Laine wanted to cry. She already knew the answer, but had to ask anyway. "And what did you say to him?

  "I told him the deliveries are supposed to go around to the service entrance. I have no idea how he got through the gate. I'll have to have it checked. We don't want just anyone coming in here."

  Laine cringed. "And what else?"

  Kitty fluttered her hands. "That was pretty much it. I handed him twenty dollars and he left."

  "Ohmigod, mother. Please tell me you didn't." She knew it was true, but damn she didn't want it to be. She covered her face with her hands, hot tears forming, threatening to spill. What must he think of me?

  Kitty harrumphed, "What has gotten in to you, Laine? You act as if I committed a crime. Was twenty dollars too little? I don't usually handle deliveries. I'll have to ask Maria what the rate is."

  The tears were now falling free, leaving warm wet trails behind. "No, mother. That was Kyle."

  "You're dating a delivery boy?" Her mother screeched.

  She wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. 'No, mother, I'm dating a fireman who kindly brought me flowers and you treated him like a delivery boy."

  "A fireman," her mother said in distaste.

  "Yes, a fireman. I know he's not in the elite social circles you so enjoy, but he is who I want. Or I wanted. I doubt he'll even see me now."

  "Well, good riddance. He doesn't deserve you. I really wish you would try to work things out with David. I'm sure he misses you."

  Her blood boiled. "David cheated on me and he left me at the altar. What's to make up? There will never be anything between David and me ever again. Get
that through your head."

  "Laine Elizabeth Stanton-Peyton, how dare you speak to me in that tone? I am still your mother and I will not stand for it!"

  She hung her head. "Fine, I'll go to my room." She turned and walked down the long hallway to her bedroom, leaving her mother standing there miffed.

  She lay in her bed wondering what to do. Should she call him? What would she say if she did?

  Hi, it's Laine; I'm sorry my mother treated you like a delivery boy and gave you a tip. Want to have sex?

  She rolled over and hugged the pillow Kyle had slept on. His scent was still there. She inhaled deeply and let the tears fall.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Kyle was on his fourth beer when Jeff walked in the door. "Hey, I thought you had a date tonight."

  Jeff laughed. "I thought I did too, but apparently she knew Sherry or Sheila or whatever her name was."

  "It was Sarah." Kyle took another swig of beer.

  "Oh, yeah, right. Sarah." Jeff went to the fridge and grabbed a beer. "Hey. The porch light wasn't on. I thought you had a date tonight with Loraine."

  "It's Laine. And I thought I did too, but apparently her mother doesn't dig delivery men."

  "Delivery men?" He popped the top on his beer. "How in the hell does she think you're a delivery man?"

  Kyle looked up with his beer halfway to his mouth, then put it back down. "I took Laine some flowers. Her mother answered the door, took the damn flowers and handed me twenty bucks. That's how."

  "Well, thank your lucky stars she's gone. I almost thought you were gonna get trapped by the ultimate Minivan. That was a close one. She had you by the short hairs."

  Kyle slammed his beer down on the table, making it foam over the top. "I want a relationship with her, you asshole. I don't want her gone. She's incredible and sexy as hell. I, just don't happen to be the one who's good enough."

  "Then fuck her, man. You're the best guy I know. If she doesn't think you're good enough, then she doesn't deserve you." Jeff snagged the towel off the fridge handle and threw it to Kyle. "There are plenty more where she came from. Hell, I bet she isn't even up to sharing is she? I bet she's a little prude."