Part 15 (1/2)
”You're it for me. Right now, tomorrow, always.” I tell her and her smile is back, the distance is gone and she's mine again. She kisses me like she missed me. She moans in my ear as I push her underwear to the side and slip my finger inside of her.
”We're going to get caught,” she pants.
”You want to be more discreet I take it?” I ask her sarcastically and she nods her head while licking her lips. I grab her hand and pull her to the table she was sitting at before and her eyebrow raises.
”Have a seat Mrs. Brooks,” I say, gesturing to the chair she was sitting in. She eyes me suspiciously with a smirk but sits down. I walk behind her and push her chair underneath the table.
”What are you up to?” she laughs. I wink at her and take off my jacket and hand it to her before lifting the thick grey table cloth up and climbing underneath it.
”Uhm, should I climb under there with you?” she giggles.
”Nope, just sit back and relax,” I tell her as I find her legs underneath and part them.
”Cal no!” she says trying to shut them.
”Have a drink Lauren. I'm about to,” I tell her as my tongue slides up her thigh.
”Oh my G.o.d,” she says nervously. I see her hands making sure the table cloth covers her lap as I tug her underwear down.
”Cal this is so bad,” she purrs as my tongue finds its way inside her.
”What i-ff someone,” she says tightly as she melts around me. She doesn't finish her sentence as her hands grip my hair.
”I start to go faster,” and glance at my watch. I can usually get her off in about five minutes tops if I really wanted to, it only takes longer if I want to tease her, but since I know she's scared as h.e.l.l of getting caught I won't do that right now.
”Cal,” she pants out, trying to be quiet. The little whimpering sounds she's making has me thinking that pulling her under the table might not be such a bad idea.
”s.h.i.+t,” she says as her legs start to get tighter around my neck and I know she's not far from it.
I hear her phone vibrating on the table.
”It's Helen. They're probably looking for us,” she cries.
”They're probably-c-coming,” she says digging into my shoulder, her legs start to shake and her body goes limp. I climb from under the table and take a seat next to her. Her eyes are closed but the smile on her face is priceless.
”I owe you,” she says, leaning her head on my shoulder.
”You've got time to pay me back,” I tell her, running my hand through her hair.
”How much time?” she asks with a giggle.
”Forever.”
Chris I'm going to Chicago. When the words came out of my mouth, I heard them, they felt right to say but really what the h.e.l.l am I thinking? Chicago? Chicago isn't me. I don't know anyone there, I don't have a job there, and Cal has home field advantage. But Helen is there since I have to start seeing her again and Dex can keep an eye on me if Cal comes back. More important than anything, I'll be with my family. Lauren and Caylen and that's how it should be, that's the most important thing right?
A new start.
It could be good. It's going to be good. It's all going to be great.
I'm excited, big city, new relations.h.i.+p, sort of. If I can push out of my mind the fact that Cal is potentially a murderer h.e.l.l bent on killing my biological father, it would be a lot easier, but since I can't then we'll just have to deal with it. The fact that Cal remembers things from my childhood and I don't isn't comforting either. To know my dad, the person who brought me into this world could be a cold blooded killer and Cal wants us to follow right in his footsteps.
”Hey!” Aidan knocks on the door to my bedroom twice.
”What's the occasion? Since when do you knock?” I laugh at him. He shrugs.
”What's all this?” he asks, gesturing to the bags and boxes I have scattered around the room.
”Lauren's going to Chicago and I'm going with her.”
”Dude, you're taking enough stuff to move,” he chuckles and I grin at him.
”I am moving,” I tell him and his eyes widen in disbelief.
”Wait a minute, get the f.u.c.k out,” he laughs. I spend the next fifteen minutes catching him up on everything that's happened between me and Lauren, Dexter and Jenna and my dad. Afterwards he lets out a deep breath.
”Whoa. I think I need a minute to process all of this,” he laughs.
”I-I don't know where to even start. Just to make sure I got all of this-you're moving to Chicago because you ended it with Jenna and you can see your doctor whose husband is having people follow you around because your alter ego wants to kill your real dad because he thinks he killed your mom,” he asks, and I nod.
”Yeah you've kind of got it all down I think.” He shakes his head in disbelief.
”And your parents are cool with you moving?”
”They're not thrilled. My mom doesn't want me to go but she knows we can't stay here with my dad acting like a jerk,” I say, sitting next to him.
”So as far as your murderous alter ego goes,” he says, covering up a laugh, ”Lauren doesn't know about this, or about you having people follow you?”
”She has enough to deal with,” I say, standing up and starting to pack my things.
”You think it's better for her not to know?” he asks, frowning. I shrug.
”It's not that I'm hiding things from her. It's just...yeah, I think it's better that she doesn't know,” I admit.
”If the roles were reversed you wouldn't want to know?”
”No. Sometimes ignorance is bliss,” I shrug and he begins to laugh.
”What?”
”I'm just surprised, you know, seeing how upset you were about your parents hiding everything from you,” he says sarcastically.
”That was different,” I say defensively.
”How was that different?” he says smugly. I have no defense. He's right, I should tell her. She has every right to know but it's all been so much on her. I wish we could get a day, just one day, without a disaster rearing its ugly head. I sit down on my bed and pull a Snickers out my pocket to eat.
”I mean it could even give you an edge up on his thing,” Aidan shrugs.