Page 38 of Changing Lanes

“First, I’d like to know what happened.” And he’s incredibly direct.

I scrub my hand over my face, annoyed, then lay it out there for him. “We met in college. Her father didn’t approve, so he offered me money to walk away.” Shaking my head on the last words, they seem to get the most attention.

“Can you work with her?” His question has so many variables, I answer as best as I can.

“I can try.” I really want to tell him hell no, but I can’t. “I need the work, it’ll look great on my resume.”

“True. Be here tomorrow at noon, let’s see if we can salvage this project,” he says with optimism painting his words.

“Will she be there?” I have to know, I’ve got to prepare to see her again.

“Hopefully, if not, we don’t have a job.” Chuckling as he replies, “One more question.”

“Yeah?” I mumble with wariness.

He pauses, this is big. “Do you love her?”

I don’t even think about it, it rolls from my tongue every time I think of her. “Forever.”

Breathing heavily, he finishes, “Well, hell. Okay, tomorrow.” The call ends.

I kick the mower as I shove my cell in my pocket. I’d hoped to never have to say it out loud again in my life. Some things are put away for a reason, I have good reason with Torrie. Opening old wounds won’t be good for anyone.

I finish cutting the main acreage, and Mom reminds me I need to pick Andi up from school. I hurry through a shower so I can get to town in time for the school bell. I’m waiting in the pick-up lane for Andi when I see a black SUV go by, and it looks like the one from the office. I watch as it stops at the flower shop across from the school. Torrie gets out of the SUV, the breeze blowing through her blonde hair. She holds the front of her dress as the wind picks up. Stepping away from the SUV, the wind grabs the back of her dress, picking it up. She jumps with a squeal, slamming her body against the door to keep it down. Her hair plays around her face in the wind, making it look full and wild.

Memories flood my thoughts, Torrie beneath me, me tickling her breathless. Her smile so bright you would think you were staring at the sun. Her cheeks full of laughter, pink from happiness. Blue eyes so brilliant, they twinkle when she looks at you. Radiant from within for what little praise I gave her.

Her body against the truck, has my imagination running wild. Thinking of pushing her up against the door, taking her mouth. Dragging her dress up over her thighs, to find her exposed to me, ready. Flipping her around, I press her breast into the cool metal.

My fingers gripping her hips, pulling them toward me as I spread her legs. Heat burns in my groin as I think of sliding deep in her wet pussy. Opening my stride, I pound into her with vengeance. Reminding her of everything she walked away from.

The bell rings, signaling the end of the school day and my time with Torrie. My dick’s so hard, I could change a tire with it. Fuck. I can’t decide if I’m mad as hell or should thank my lucky stars that she’s here.

She walks into the shop, and I survey my surroundings. It looks as if the coast is clear, so I adjust my hard-on. Andi will be here any minute, and there’s no way I can explain this shit. Shaking my head, I try to clear it of Torrie.

As soon as Andi climbs into the truck, she hands me a list of items she needs for a project that’s due tomorrow, of course. Scratching my head, I set my hat back in place.

We have to make several stops to get everything she needs. We walk down the street doing a little window shopping along the way. Sandy, the occasional sitter that mom uses, calls to us from across the street. It’s been a while since we’ve seen her.

Crossing the street, Sandy stops to talk with Andi. “Hey, little lady. How are you?”

They talk about school and the upcoming dance, which I don’t like. As they talk, Sandy plays with Andi’s hair. It’s grown and so has Andi, Sandy notices. She hands me her number, the old one is no longer in use. She pulls Andi close, hugging her tightly. Something bumps into my back and I turn to find Torrie.

“Oh, excuse me,” Torrie exclaims, looking up from her phone.

“No problem, but you should be more careful,” I reply.

“You. I shouldn’t be surprised.” Her eyes narrow as she waits for my response. Andi’s here, and I will not do this in front of her.

“No, not at all considering this is a sidewalk.” She stares daggers at me until movement behind me draws her attention.

Peaking around me, her eyes grow wide as she takes in the scene. “Oh, I didn’t realize you were with someone.”

“Would it matter? Could’ve sworn your hate for me was ongoing, knowing no bounds.” I roll my eyes at her.

Her face heats to a blood red, I fucking love it. “Yes, it does, but I can be civil. Something you might want to learn.”

Leaning in, I go for the kill. “But you always liked me rough, country club.” Maybe the smirk on my face is too much? Naw, it isn’t.