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I palmed his cheek and smiled back, “I want this now. Right here in my favourite place in the house.”
There was a glint of excitement in his eyes as he contemplated it. “You know you’re the only girl for me, right?’
He needed me to answer him but all I could do was get lost in the changing colour of his hazelnut eyes. They darkened slightly and all I could see now was desire swimming in them. His lips crashed down on mine, he held me tight as they devoured me, destroyed me for any other man, and with careful attention, he took us down to the floor. As I lay back his erection brushed my thigh and a jolt of excitement surged through my body and I gasped. My legs parted and his body fitted between them like a well-fitted glove, it was as though he was a part of me. He swept my hair back from my face and brushed his nose against mine. “You’re so beautiful, Em.”
He pushed my t-shirt up my body and bent his neck. His hands were attentive, his lips met my skin in soft kisses… he must have felt my eyes on him, “Baby?” Our gaze met, I smiled at him, I felt so special, he’d never called me that before. “Are you sure about this?”
I didn’t waste time, I nodded eagerly and as quick as his fingers would allow, he unfastened my jeans and pulled them apart before he slid them down over my bum and down my thigh. He trawled his finger down my body and over my mound, goosebumps followed in its wake, a shiver took over my body. My back arched when he flicked my clit and slid his finger inside of me. God, I was soaking. My face burned in embarrassment, I tried to avoid Troy’s stare as he looked so lovingly into my eyes. At least I thought it was love, but what did I know? He reared up on his knees and took his wallet from his back pocket. He took out a foil packet, ripped it open and bent over me. “I love your shyness.” His lips met mine softly, “I love that we’re doing this. I’ve wanted this for so long.” He mumbled and kissed me again. My hand slipped around the back of his neck and I brought him forward, pressing harder.
He rolled the condom down his length, I didn’t know whether to stare or look away but every time I tried to tear my gaze away, it went right back. I was mesmerised.
Troy smiled, “Jesus Em, I wish I had the time to do everything that I’ve wanted to do to you but I don’t. But you know I love you, right?”
He’d never told me, but my heart assumed he did. I nodded anyway as he rolled the condom down his shaft, tugged my jeans from my ankles and tossed them behind him. He positioned himself at my opening, pushing my legs further apart. He slid a finger inside of me and thrust slowly, softly, back and forth, working me up. He had to love me because I knew I loved him. I’d told him before but he hadn’t said it back. Hearing those words now cemented my feelings. I got lost in my own thoughts as he thumbed my clit, I pushed against his hand as my back arched and he made small circular movements. A familiar feeling started in the pit of my abdomen, but so much stronger than when I’d experimented with myself. I cleared my mind and let Troy consume all my thoughts. He must’ve felt what I was feeling because at that moment, his lips captured mine and he swallowed my cries as I let it all go.
He kneeled up and smiled at me. He calmed the nervous butterflies that were fluttering around in my belly, the scared feeling that all of a sudden, I was probably doing the wrong thing… everything melted away in an instant. I felt amazing and I hoped I felt the same after sex. He gripped my hips and entered me slowly, pressing inside me until he was almost fully in, “I promise I’ll be as gentle as I can be. Just take a deep breath in,” he instructed in a soft tone. I breathed in through my nose as he pushed all the way in. My teeth gritted through the sharp sting. “God, you’re so fucking tight.”
My eyes squeezed shut as he carefully pushed in and out, “Just relax for me,” he paused his movements and leaned over and peppered kisses over my lips. Within minutes I was relaxing around him just like he told me to and he was moving inside of me. “That’s it, baby.” He mumbled. He held his weight up with his hands on either side of my head, I reached up and grasped his biceps as I had the urge to push back against him. A groan fell from my lips, I was hoping he hadn’t heard me, but his smile as he met my eyes told me he had. “Come on Em, let it go.” He thrust faster; I was sore but I didn’t care, I was enjoying it so much. He pushed me further and I cried out just as my climax hit and before I knew it, Troy growled through his own.
He leant over me, stroked my head and caressed my lips with his affectionate kisses. “You’re perfect.” He mumbled against my clammy skin.
“So are you.”
He pulled out slowly and I lay my legs on the floor and stretched out, my hips and legs were stiff; I felt like I’d run a marathon.I tried to not look at his now softening erection but I did and I saw blood on the condom. My eyes must’ve widened but Troy just grinned, tugged at the condom, and then knelt beside me and palmed the side of my face, smoothing his thumb across my cheekbone, “It’s okay, it’s normal.” I nodded and sat up and offered him my lips. They met mine instantly in a soft and passionate kiss. “You really should take a bath.” I nodded again and dropped my head to my chest. He lifted my chin again, “Hey are you okay, beautiful?” I smiled and nodded. I loved that he called me beautiful and as he fastened his trousers, I knew I’d made the right decision.
Once Troy had dressed, he leaned down and kissed me. I wanted to pull him to me and do it all over again, even though I was a little sore, I didn’t care. I felt better when I was closer to him. He was just so special to me, and I was sure I’d never find anyone like him again. I didn’t want to if I was honest. My intention was to go to Uni, get my art and business degree and come back and tell my dad I was in love with Troy. We’d planned to keep in touch with messages and phone calls. But until then I had the real thing and I couldn’t wait to do this all over again.
I made it upstairs, took a shower and climbed into bed.
Was it wrong to want a man that was six years older than I was? Scrap that, was it wrong to want him when he worked for my dad? I knew people would see the wrong in that, but to me it was so right. I was nineteen, almost an adult, just because I was still in education didn’t make me a child.
Over the next couple of days, I expected to see Troy. I waited for messages, but nothing. I waited for a phone call saying ‘sorry, work’s been so busy but I couldn’t stop thinking about you; they never came. I threw myself into packing my stuff into boxes and making sure I had everything ready for Uni.
Over the next two weeks, before I started Uni, I hardly saw Troy. I wanted to talk to him so many times but he made sure there was always someone around. If it wasn’t my father, it was the housekeeper; if it wasn't her, it was my dad’s driver… I’d been used. He barely looked at me. I left for university totally heartbroken just hoping I’d get a call, a text, even a small excuse as to why he’d ghosted me. He didn’t even give me that.
I commuted to and from university for the first three months, that was until home life got too hard. Troy didn’t make any effort and my dad was worse than ever. Once Christmas was over, I found some lodgings with a friend, she had the same interests as me and studied art. We hit it off like a house on fire and for the first time in a long time, I was happy. I did what my dad had told me to do; I got a job, paid my own way and stood on my own two feet.
Chapter Two
EMILY
PRESENT DAY
As I was on the cusp of waking a persistent ringing invaded my dream, it went on and on and seemed to last an eternity. It was then I realised it was my phone. Shit. I cracked my eyelids open just a fraction, and tapped on the surface of the bedside table until I had my hand on it.
Once I’d got it firmly in my grip I hit accept and put it to my ear.
“Ms. Lancaster?”
The voice was unfamiliar but it made my eyes pop open instantly. I quickly sat up and put the lamp on at the side of the bed.
“Hello,”
“Miss Lancaster, it’s Forrest Green General hospital. We have a Mitch Lancaster here…” a gasp escaped my open lips before she’d even finished her sentence. “We found a business card with your name on it in his wallet.”
“He’s my dad.” My voice shook as I answered.
“Oh, I’m… I’m sorry to have to tell you this but your father had a heart attack earlier this evening. Would you be able to get here tonight?”
