Broken Cheaters (9 page)

“Trish?” He looked at me from below his heavy lashes, wiggling his finger for me to come closer. I did, and then Axel leaned in and kissed me, sensually, right in front of his brother.

“Hurry back,” I whispered.

I spun on my heel, feeling my heart race at top speed. For the first time since I’d met Axel, I began wondering whether our relationship could last longer, even after Brad had been caught.

L
iving
with Beth and Trevor was like hanging out in a funhouse full of love. I mean, who else could make you feel more welcome than a loving grandmother and an innocent five-year-old? After three days, we had a routine. Beth would get Trevor ready for pre-school in the morning, we’d have breakfast together, I’d go to work, and then come back home. We’d played all of Trevor’s favorite games, including hide and seek in the backyard, while pretending to be dinosaurs. We’d built a tent underneath the dining room table, performed fights with first his stuffed dinosaurs, then his plastic ones, and finally the robotic ones he’d received last Christmas.

This little boy was stealing my heart like a professional burglar. Axel skyped with us everyday. Watching him interact with his son was stirring up all kinds of emotions inside me I couldn’t quite comprehend. I missed my old friends, my parents, and most of all my sister. While they’d all opened their hearts to me to return home, I couldn’t – because one of them wouldn’t be there to welcome me back, and it was my fault.

Each time I looked at Trevor and Axel together, I asked myself the thousands of
what if
questions. They forced me to think about the future and whether it would include them, because the more I became involved with this family, the more I couldn’t imagine not being in their life. And that wasn’t even it. There was a special connection I felt with both Trevor and Axel; a bond that I couldn’t explain or understand. It was as if I’d come into their life by some miraculous force, because they needed me and I needed them.

“Trish, do you mind if I go home for the night? Frank hasn’t been feeling well, and I’d like to keep my eye on him. Ms. Avery will be in the guesthouse, and if you need anything we don’t live far away. I’d be back in the morning.”

“That would be fine. What do you think, Trevor? Can you pull an all-nighter with me?” I winked at him.

“What’s an all-nightew?”

“Maybe one day I’ll get to show you, honey. Say goodnight to grandma, and we’ll get you in your PJs.”

They hugged and kissed before we went upstairs and began our evening routine of brushing teeth and swooshing all the goodness in this world into the room with our arms, the way I’d seen Axel and Beth do before bed. They made a spectacle of waving their arms around, pretending to push the stars and rainbows and flowers and family and love all into Trevor’s room. I tucked him in, kissed him on his head, and held him a bit longer than usual; but he felt so good in my arms, it was difficult to let go.

“You smell like Mommy,” he said out of nowhere.

“How did your mommy smell?”

“Sweet.” He smiled. “I was little when she went to heaven. Daddy says I couldn’t walk yet. But she was as wawm as you and I wemembew hew heawt going pom-pom like youws.” He put his head closer to my chest, listening to the beating of my heart and smiling.

“You must miss her a lot,” I whispered, feeling a lump form in my throat.

“I do, but she’s watching us fwom thewe.” He pointed to the window, up to the sky.

If she was watching, I hoped I wasn’t disappointing her with how I’d been taking care of her son. I hoped I could give him a fraction of the love he’d miss his entire life by not having a mother. Thinking about it now, I missed my own so much.

“Twish, awe you going to be my new mommy?”

I stilled at the unexpected question. What was I supposed to say? I barely knew Axel, and while it had been three weeks since I’d first run into him, and it didn’t seem nearly long enough to make plans about the future, somehow I wanted the answer to be yes. I wanted to tell Trevor I’d be with them to watch him grow, put Band-Aids on his scraped knees, give him high fives for aced tests, and see him finish school, find a special girl then get married. I wished I could tell him that maybe we’d get him a sister or a brother. All these feelings were swelling inside me, and I didn’t know where they were coming from nor how to deal with them.

“Twish?” He nudged me.

“I… I don’t know, Trevor. I love you very much, and if you’d like and if your daddy would like it as well, I’d like to stay with you for as long as possible.”

“I’d like that vewy much, because… because you feel like my mommy too.” He snuggled in closer, curling his little body to me. I wrapped my arms around him, spooning him and kissing the back of his head.

“Twish, will you stay with me all night?”

“Yes, honey. I will.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Trevor.”

I did love him. I wasn’t sure whether it was because of his innocence or the connection I’d felt to this boy since the day I met him, but I loved him as if he were my own.

It was a few hours later that I woke up to hear Trevor crying. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes.

“Baby, what’s the matter? Come here.” I turned on the night lamp and reached for him. “Did you have another nightmare?”

He nodded.

“Was the T-rex chasing you again?”

Trevor sobbed a weak
yes
.

“Well, did you show him your teeth?”

“I did, but he wasn’t scawed.”

“What about your claw?”

“He pulled out his claw and it was biggew.”

“You know what, honey. I have another trick I never told you about. It’s a camouflage blanket. Tomorrow after work, I’ll go get it from my apartment and you can have it. It’s very special because it’s kept me safe from a bad man and it led me to your father, so it’s definitely a good luck charm. We can cover you up and you can hide from the dinosaur. It will make you invisible. Would you like that?”

“Yes, please.”

“Okay, now can you close your eyes for me?” He nodded, snuggling back into my body.

“Will you stay with me?”

“I won’t leave. I promise.” I hugged him tightly, securing his body in my arms, radiating calmness from me to him. This moment felt more right than any other did. His head was on my chest as he listened to the beating of my heart. I saw his eyes slowly close as he drifted off with a smile on his face. I wanted to be there and protect Trevor from all his nightmares, from future troubles, bullies, and broken hearts. It felt surreal.

When he woke up in the morning, he didn’t remember getting up at night. When Beth arrived, we said our goodbyes, and I told him I’d have a surprise for him after work.

The day was overcast and the first of the many that I was grateful I didn’t have to take the bus to get to work; instead, Axel’s luxury limo was waiting for me at the front door, as it had been every day.

I shook my head. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying all of the comforts of Axel’s life. It wasn’t right. Yet I still got in the limo. My chest squeezed with pain as if arguing with me.

Working for Olivier was a blessing as well. I thought I’d get star struck, but I never did. In fact, Olivier praised me for my professionalism and hard work — which honestly wasn’t that difficult at all. After the first two days, I had memorized the menu. I made sure to come in before my shift to go over the specialties for the day, put on the uniform, and familiarize myself with the reservations and any clients’ specific needs or preferences. One of the waitresses had called in sick that day, so we all divided her work area among ourselves. By the time the afternoon break rolled around, I realized I’d missed lunch.

My phone buzzed. “Hello?”

“How is my favorite waitress doing?”

“Axel? Hi! It’s so good to hear your voice.”

“It sounds like you’re having one of those days.”

“How did you know?”

“Need a break?”

“Yeah, I was about to go on one.”

“Do me a favor?” He didn’t wait for me to reply. “Step outside and get in the limo. Don’t ask any questions.”

“Why?”

“Because I need some time alone with you.”

“What time is it over there?”

“I’m six hours ahead of you. It’s nine in the evening, and I’m wishing you were with me at this hotel.” His voice deepened with need. “Beds this big aren’t meant for one person. I keep searching for you with my hand at night, and you’re not there.”

Swoon!
My heart was doing that funny dance again, inadvertently lifting the corners of my mouth.

I entered the limo and closed the door. The partition between the driver and me was up.

“Okay, I’m in the limo. Now what?”

“What are you wearing?”

“Am I going somewhere? Because it’s a busy work day.” Knowing Axel, he could have arranged a day off for me with Olivier and not told me. “Should I have changed?”

“No, Trish. Just tell me what you’re wearing. And then touch yourself.”

What?

“Axel! I’m in a limo, for Pete’s sake.”

“Right, a limo that’s very private. I’ve instructed the driver to stay outside until I call him again. You’re secluded. You can double check the setting on the screen in front of you. No one can see you… or hear you.”

I made sure what he was saying was true before resting against the cushioned seat.

“When are you coming back?” I asked, ignoring his earlier request.

“Three more days. I heard Trevor had a nightmare.”

“Yes, how…”

“I talked to him this morning on the way to daycare.”

I thought he didn’t remember waking up at night.

“But I really don’t want to be talking about nightmares. Are you wearing pants or a skirt?”

I sighed. “Pants.”

“Unzip them.”

“I… I can’t.”

“If it helps you, I’m not wearing any pants. In fact, I’m not wearing any underwear either.”

The image of Axel, naked on his hotel room bed, holding his cock in a firm grip, lashed heat through my body. And yes, it did help.

“But you’re in a hotel room, not a limo,” I whispered, still fearing that someone on the outside would know what I was up to; or worse, would glue their curious face to the glass and see me. But Axel’s driver was standing guard outside, his back turned to me with his hands folded in front of him.

“I really need you to tell me how hot you feel between your legs.”

His provocative tone and my wild imagination were turning me on, and so I lowered my hand with caution, feeling the temperature over my panties. “Yes, I’m pretty hot.”

“Did you feel yourself?”

I sighed, and slipped my hand underneath my panties. I was not only hot, but also dripped each time Axel spoke.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I touched myself, and I’m going to need a fresh pair of panties after this.”

“Good girl. I’m hard, Trish. And I’m thinking about your tight pussy, pretending it’s your hand stroking me.”

Jesus! Were we really doing this? Here? Now? I couldn’t resist touching myself lower, spreading the heat up to my clit. I moaned.

“That’s a good girl. Tell me what you’re doing, baby. I’m thinking about your mouth around my cock.”

His breath was ragged and quicker. I could hear the pumps of his fist through the receiver and it made me that much hotter. I put the phone on speaker and lowered it to the seat at my side, extending my legs out, giving myself more space, wondering how he’d taste if I took him in my mouth. How deep could I go without gagging?

“I’m wet, Axel. Wet and swollen and very horny.” I rubbed my fingers over my clit, gently at first, but my flesh was begging to be caressed. It was yearning
for a rupture. This day felt so long — too long, as if another week had been added to Axel’s trip.

“Yes, baby.”

“And I’m about to put a finger inside me.”

“Do it.”

I slid it in, feeling my muscles seize the digit eagerly, but it wasn’t thick enough for what I really wanted. I imagined Axel’s powerful cock sliding in and out, stretching me beyond comfort. That night in the hallway should have satisfied me for decades, yet my greedy body longed for more.

“Ahh, it feels good, but I miss you touching me. I miss you inside me,” I whispered, pretending that it was his finger pumping in and out, slowly withdrawing and sliding higher, flicking my clit. A burst of energy sliced through me. My heavy breaths were beginning to fog up the nearest window, but at that moment I didn’t care. The possibility of someone catching me and the public being so close, excited me even more. I was fixed on finishing what we’d started, praying that no one would intrude on this private moment.

“I miss that too, Trish. I miss your smell. I miss the feel of your soft skin, your delicious mouth and hot pussy. I miss being inside you.” His last words were almost incoherent. I circled my fingers faster. My rubs became more vigorous and unforgiving, forcing me to tighten my ass and arch my back. I grasped the seat with my free hand, holding on to the roller coaster of a ride from which I was about to fall off.

“I want another night with you…” His breath stilled, and he let out a scream.

“Me too,” I said, letting go of the tightness in all my muscles. The swell of energy building up underneath my fingertips released and I bit my lip, fighting back the scream that wanted to tear out of my lungs while looking out the window, wondering if anyone could feel the shock wave that had left my body. Was the car shaking as much as I was?

After my orgasm settled, I sat back against the seat, limp and heaving. My heart was pounding and sweat trailed down my chest.

“You okay?” I heard his voice on the phone.

“Yeah, you?”

“I’d be better if I could kiss you now.”

Me too.

“I think your break is almost up.”

I looked down at my phone. With three minutes to spare, I had barely enough time to compose myself, wash my hands, and get back to work.

“Axel, be safe. And come back soon.”

“I will. I promise.”

I hung up, missing him before I even closed the limo door. My cheeks burned from embarrassment as I told Charlie that I was done. He stood there patiently until his phone rang, and I assumed it was Axel letting him know that he could go back to the car. I wondered what he was thinking. Did he know? Did it matter? He’d probably had so many requests from the rich and famous that he’d stopped questioning them a long time ago.

The afternoon shift was so busy that I didn’t even get a chance to think about what had happened in the limo until it was time for me to go home. I’d asked Charlie to make a short stop by my apartment so that I could get the camouflage blanket for Trevor.