Read Crossing Boundaries (Cape Falls) Online
Authors: Sam Crescent
Crossing Boundaries (Cape Falls) (6 page)
Peter continues to study at the library and, all right, I have to confess that he’s not a complete jerk. There, I’ve said it. I've admitted something I never thought possible. He studies most of the time and doesn’t torment me anymore, not even when his friends stop by, which did surprise me. I wonder if he’s told them to lay off? Anyway, it’s a bonus for me. I don’t have to deal with the herd.
Laura grabbed Dean’s hand and moved down the path of his garden toward the trees. Dean had tried to put off this visit and she wouldn’t let him. The sun was shining and the breeze was to a minimum. She wanted to share a part of her world with him. When she sat on that boulder that overlooked the water she could imagine being in any place other than Cape Falls.
“You don’t have to drag me,” he complained.
“Yes, I do. You were dawdling and I want to enjoy as many minutes of peace I can get. Especially since I have to get permission from the owner to visit,” she teased.
A few minutes later they stood at the beautiful spot. It was like a hidden paradise away from everyone and everything else.
“I love it here,” she whispered.
“How deep is the water?” he asked.
“It’s a stream. I don’t think it’s that deep.” She let go of his hand and climbed up onto her boulder. Laura turned and saw Dean watching her. She tapped the spot by her side.
“How long have you been coming here?” he asked.
“A few years. Mostly since the end of high school, when the pressure got too much. Coming here always made the bad seem worthwhile.”
“High school was a bummer,” he admitted. Dean climbed up on the boulder and sat close beside her.
“You hated high school?” she asked.
“Yes, everything about it. I was bullied by the jocks and tormented by everyone.”
“You weren’t a jock?”
“Nope. First-class nerd all the way. Also, in my spare time I liked to read poetry. The only person who didn’t bully me was Carla.” He went quiet at her side.
“Was Carla your wife?”
“Yes.”
“Were you childhood sweethearts?” she asked.
“Do you really want to know this?”
Laura glanced over at him. “I want to know everything about you.”
She heard him sigh and instead of badgering him to continue she stared at the water and waited.
“Carla and I were close growing up. We lived about three houses apart and were great friends, nothing deep or meaningful. If we had classes together we partnered up. We were each other’s back-up. She went to prom with the most popular guy in school. Wow, I didn’t know I’d ever forget his name, but I can’t recall it. Anyway, after prom and graduation, I had a scholarship to go to a creative writing college while she went off and did her own thing. We lost touch for over ten years.”
Laura heard him chuckle and the next moment felt her hand being taken. She gazed down to see he was holding her hand. Did he know what he was doing?
“We met at a drinks celebration," he continued. "I wasn’t doing well at story writing at the time and I wrote small pieces for tabloids and magazines. Not good enough to get noticed, but enough to pay the bills. We met and the years melted away. Five years later, when we were both thirty-three, we decided to settle down together. We cared about each other from the beginning. We got hitched in the summer of that year and a year later we’d fallen in love. I know it sounds corny and romance movie, but it happened that way for us. She’s the one who told me to start writing my own stuff and one night after, well, after doing adult stuff...”
Laura thumped him in the side. “After you’d made love. I’m not a child.”
“Okay, after we’d made love I went to my computer and typed all night long. The piece was awful. That was the starting point and I haven’t stopped since. Carla became my world and I became hers. Nothing mattered as long as we were both together. Then four years ago, little Frankie was born. My son. Our family was complete.” Tears ran down his face. Laura gripped his hand more firmly.
“How did they die?” she asked.
“About two years ago I’d made it into the world of publishing and we'd gone to some book launch. Little Frankie and Carla were tired and she drove them home while I stayed and mingled with the rest of the group. I returned home before them. They never made it home. A drunk driver in a lorry crashed head on into them. They wouldn’t have seen it coming.”
Laura got to her knees and hugged him.
Dean let go, his body shaking with the sobs coming out of him. She held him through the pain and the heartache as he finally, after so long of keeping it inside, let it out.
“I’ve got you,” she whispered and kissed him on the head. She wasn’t there for anything more than to offer him comfort. She sought no other pleasure or means.
“I should have been there,” he cried.
She let go of his hand and cupped his face. “No," she said. "This was not your fault. What happened that night couldn’t be foreseen. You’re not to blame.”
Firm and direct she hugged him and after some time he settled down with his head in her lap. Laura ran her fingers through his hair as she glanced up at the setting sun.
“I’m so sorry,” he said after a time, but he didn’t move from the position on her lap.
“What are friends for?” she asked.
“I’m so pleased you’re my friend, Laura.”
She smiled.
“Laura?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you for bringing me here.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
They stayed together on the boulder until the sun went down and Dean drove her home later that night. She watched him disappear before walking into the house. The afternoon had been good for him to get the pain and misery off his chest. She hated to think of him hurting. No one deserved to go through the pain.
* * * *
“I’m never going to get this,” Peter yelled.
Laura sat in the picnic area. Young children played on the swings and other families sat at benches eating food.
“Yell any louder and they’ll call the cops to have you removed,” she told him and took another bite of her sandwich.
“I don’t understand it. It’s like it’s not sinking in,” He replied with a sigh and dropped his body down onto the grass. Laura moved her lunch out of the way for him to sit.
“How do you do it?” he asked.
“Do what?” she asked.
“Remember this crap. I mean, why do we have to do it in the first place?”
Laura laughed and then finished off her sandwich. “First off, you didn’t have to take history. In college you pick your own courses, remember? And second, how can you not get history? It’s not like an equation you have to learn or any crap like that. History is about fact and events taken place in the past. I don’t get why you don’t understand it,” she said.
Peter watched as she took her second sandwich out of the box and began eating it. Her lunch break wasn’t long and he'd taken it upon himself to accompany her on the break.
“I’m not a brainy person like you.”
“When the new semester starts, I suggest you change subjects,” she offered.
They ate their lunch in silence and walked the short distance back to the library. Laura left him to the back room while she went to sort through the books.
Peter watched her go. He wished he could find more of an excuse to be with her. History was the lamest of excuses he’d come up with. How could he tell her history was one of the classes he excelled in? Cursing his life, he opened the book he’d read several times and began reading through it once again.
With any other girl he’d be right in there and asking her for a date. With Laura it wasn’t simple. She was smart and beautiful and he knew she thought of him as an asshole. At closing time he waited outside for her.
“Can I walk you home?” he asked. Every other time she declined his offer.
“Yes.”
His heart jumped with joy. Maybe there was hope for him yet. Together they walked through the small town.
“Can I ask why you accepted?” His curiosity had gotten the better of him.
“I usually have another date somewhere and tonight I’m free," she responded. "I’ve nowhere else I need to be.”
Peter wondered where she usually went, but thought better of asking. He didn’t want to upset her while he was ahead.
“Would you like to come back to my place?” he asked.
“I’m good, thanks. I want to get home.”
“Why haven’t you got your own place?” The moment he’d turned eighteen he’d been out of his parents place. He didn’t want them pressuring him to be just like them.
“I don’t know.”
They came to a stop outside her house.
“This is me,” she said. Laura gave him a smile and walked up the small steps.
“I’ll see you at the library,” he called up after her.
She turned and smiled at him. “Bright and early.”
Peter waited until she went inside before going home. He lived above one of the shops in town. The rent was cheap considering the apartment was in the best of shape.
He opened a beer and sat in his chair. He didn't think Laura saw him as a potential boyfriend and this stalking would have to come to an end. He couldn’t keep watching her from afar either. Shaking his head, he thought he sounded like a creep even to himself, let alone what Laura might think. He’d ask her out soon. Maybe.
Chapter Eight
Over the next few days Laura shared the mornings between working at the library and helping Peter and her nights with Dean, but nothing sinister or sexual. She cooked him dinner and he’d read through her work or they'd watch a movie. He’d finally given her the grand tour of his house on one of the nights. They talked about work and while she wrote on the computer in his study, he either hovered over her or wrote some himself.
“Come on. When are you going to tell me about your writing?” she asked one night as she packed away her folder. In the past few weeks alone, he’d taught her so much already and even she’d seen an improvement in her writing.
“Funny you should mention that. I was about to give you a copy of one of my books,” he said.
Laura paused and glanced up at him. “Are you joking?”
“Nope, I think you can handle them. That is, if you still want to read them?”
“Are you insane? Of course I do.”
She watched him walk over to one of his shelves. His fingers began playing along the spines of the many books. Her excitement grew. He pulled out one of the thickest books and moved over to her.
“This is the first book I ever wrote,” he told her and handed the title to her.
“
Surrendering to Her Master,”
she read the name out loud.
“Wait, how old are you again?” he asked, gripping the book.
Laura wouldn’t let go.
“I’m twenty years old and stop being a tease,” she said. Laura couldn’t believe she was holding one of his titles.
“This is what started your writing?” she asked.
“The first of many titles to come.”
“This is amazing,” she said.
“Good, because some of this stuff is meant for women and I’m trusting you with it,” he warned her.
“Is it dirty?” She asked and chuckled when she saw him staring at her. The cover showed a woman bound into full submission.
“Read it and don’t blame me,” he answered.
“I’d better hide it. My mum’s a bit of a prude,” she admitted.
Dean drove her home that night. She felt as if his book was burning a hole through her bag. She waved good-bye when he dropped her off, then grabbed her supper out of the fridge and walked upstairs.
Laura got ready for bed and settled down for the evening, eating her dinner and opening up the book. She saw that his dedication was to his wife. Laura pierced a tomato and began reading. From the first page on she couldn’t put it down. Dean’s writing was powerful and mesmerizing. She could see the characters clear in her mind. The heroine had brown hair and brown eyes with a full figure. As she read the words she pictured herself as the female and Dean as the master. She gasped and glanced at her vanity mirror. Her cheeks were red from the flush. The sex scene she’d just read was more intense than anything she’d ever imagined, let alone experiencing. Laura reread the chapter.
“
You need to serve me, Lisa,” Dominic told her. Lisa knelt on the cool floor. Her pussy wept with desire. Her hands were bound behind her back. Her tits rose and fell with each indrawn breath.
“
I only ever want to serve you, Master.”
“
That’s a good girl. You disobeyed me today. When you agreed to be mine you promised I’d share every release you wanted. Today you climaxed without my help. What do you have to say for yourself?” he asked.