Fall To Pieces(40)

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Please Stop.”

Stepping sideways, I tried to move away from her, but Rachel predicted my move and pressed me up against the window.

Dropping to her knees, her fingers attacked my belt buckle and my hips thrust forward, without my brain’s permission.

“Rachel, you need… to…stop,” I groaned, trying to push her head away from my junk.

“You’re hard,” she crooned, cupping my dick with her hand, and my eyes closed.

My head fell back against the window.

Jesus, what was happening to me…?

“You’re like a rock; let me put it in my mouth. I’ll make it real good for you.”

The sound of the zipper on my pants opening, brought me back down to earth, and I tore myself away from her.

“You need to get the hell out of here,” I growled, zipping up my pants.

“You know you want me, Kyle,” she pouted, as she swaggered towards me, her tits bouncing. “Why are you denying yourself pleasure, and you know it will be pleasurable.” She smiled. “You remember that thing I do with my tongue, don’t you?”

I needed to get the hell out of here, fast.

I shook my head, and made a dash for the door.

“Well?” Linda asked as I stormed passed her.

“Call security,” I muttered.

I needed to go home, and take a cold, fucking shower.





*****





Lee was in the garden, playing around with Bruno, when I got home, and I knew I should go and speak to her and sort things out, but I couldn’t face her.

I was too fucking shaken up.

I’d been that close, that fucking close to wrecking everything.

Ashamed and mortified, I headed straight for the shower.

I needed to scrub that bitch off me.





CHAPTER EIGHT





Kyle





My office door opened, and I raised my head from the pile of paperwork on my desk that I was pretending to read.

“It’s over,” Derek announced as he strode over to the mini-bar in the corner of my office. “It’s fucking over, Kyle.”

He grabbed a bottle of Jack from the bar, and then proceeded to guzzle it, straight from the bottle.

“Do I want to know?” I asked, swinging my chair in his direction.

Damn, he looked like shit.

“I don’t know,” Derek choked out. “Do you want to know how Cam just ripped my fucking heart out of my chest?”

“She broke up with me,” he continued, wiping tears out of his eyes. He took another slug of whiskey. “After two years, she fucking dumped me, and she did it in a fucking text message.”

Aw shit.

I stood up and walked over to him, but shit, I didn’t know what to say.

I settled on an awkward pat on the back.

“You wanna go get drunk?” I asked.

Derek sighed heavily. “Yeah, man, I really fucking do.”





*****





Lee





I decided to go shopping.

I took a cab into the city and spent most of the day browsing around the baby aisles, in every store I visited.

It was after seven when I got home with my supplies.

I’d bought a small truck load of baby vests and suits, and I was still despairing over the price of diapers.

Even though I had shopped in the discount stores, and bought the cheapest brands I could find; my necessary shopping spree had virtually wiped out my savings. I estimated that I had about three hundred dollars left.

A horrible niggling thought emerged from my subconscious; ‘What would you have done with two babies? You can’t even afford to support one.’

Trudging up to my bedroom, I tucked the bags of baby clothes and packets of diapers under my bed, and then headed across the hall to the bathroom.

There was a quailing feeling of despair, growing in my heart, and I felt stupid, for ever thinking, that I could raise this baby without Kyle’s help.

I needed his help, but I didn’t want his money.

I knew that didn’t make much sense, but I wanted to be financially capable.

I loved him, desperately so, but the thought of asking him for money, made me feel icky.

Once I was showered and dressed in my pajamas, I went downstairs in search of food.

I was starving and reheated remnants of yesterday’s chili-con-carne in the microwave.

I lapped up the silence, I reveled in it.

For once, the house was quiet, and I ate my meal in peace at the table, while making a mental list of all the other baby equipment I needed to get.

I would need a crib and a buggy. I would need more clothes for the baby and I really wanted of those changing tables, I’d seen displayed in window of that uppity baby store, that I had neither the nerve, nor the bank account to go in.

My stomach knotted up at the sound of a door closing.

Oh great.

Right now, there wasn’t one single person in his household, who I wanted to run into. Well, Derek was fine; it was the other two I wanted to avoid.