The Driver Page 14

  “Lucky you.”

  Then he opened the door and was gone.

  The meeting was a long one and I knew that Anita sometimes grilled Cal to within an inch of his life as to why his father wasn’t releasing more funding to her business. I had only ever seen her interviewed at company events but she was a formidable woman. I understood that everyone was scared of her, yet Cal seemed to have worked his usual magic and they got on like a house on fire. That didn’t stop her attempting to tear him a new one, of course.

  After two and a half hours and a couple of update texts, which was new, Cal emerged, looking tired and a little more rumpled than he had that morning. He flopped into the back seat and sat for a long while without moving. I waited patiently, because that was ninety percent of my job. He looked worried and kept looking at me in the rearview as though he wanted to talk to me but was building up to it. It reminded me of that odd moment that morning where he’d looked as though he wanted to say something to me before he got in the shower and then changed his mind.

  I felt a flutter of butterflies that I’d read this completely wrong and he wasn’t interested in anything else between us, but suddenly he sat up, pocketed his phone and shook his head, as though shaking the meeting from his thoughts and grunted something about needing a burrito. I drove to one of the many areas he favoured and watched him gracefully sprint into one of the shops, coming out a few minutes later with a burrito that was bigger than his head, looking much happier. He stopped as he got to the car and opened the rear door leaning inside instead of getting in.

  “Did you eat? I forgot to ask if you wanted anything.”

  “I’m good, I went to Pret. You get mayonnaise on the back seat and I’ll kill you.” I said conversationally as he got back into the car, but he didn't make a quip back at me, he just nodded as though he hadn’t spilt plenty of bodily fluids on my car seats before.

  Now that I came to think about it, he probably hadn’t. Somehow that made my chest feel a little lighter.

  He started eating in silence and then glanced at me in the mirror.

  “Could we drive somewhere out of London. How about Banstead? I don’t have any other appointments today; just a conference call at three so we have plenty of time and it’s prettier round there.”

  “Are you making me drive to Surrey?”

  He smiled and nodded just as he dislocated his jaw to get his mouth round the enormous burrito. I looked away hurriedly and headed off.

  The journey out of London was the usual maelstrom of lorries, angry van drivers and buses, but I was used to it. I had never suffered with road rage and I actually enjoyed driving around London. I especially loved my understanding of the streets, which I prided myself on being almost as good as a black cab driver.

  We headed out of London through Wallington and into the more rural areas around Surrey. Banstead was a strange little village that in true London-fashion could be found right round the corner from a less salubrious area and it consisted of some quaint little cafes and, a little further out, an enormous lavender field that appeared out of nowhere on the side of a main road.

  We reached the town, but Cal didn’t say anything. He was looking out the window with a pensive expression and had been so quiet I was starting to get worried. What with his slightly odd attitude this morning and his farewell from his apartment I hadn’t been able to touch him all day except for a brief encounter this morning and I was feeling edgy. I glanced back at him a few times but he didn’t make an indication that he wanted to stop. Cal had a penchant for afternoon tea and loved scones and clotted cream. There was a nice little artisan cafe in the town centre, which was little more than a square with a roundabout, but he didn’t ask me to stop as I had expected.

  He was wearing a red shirt today and had removed his jacket and was looking as edible as strawberry jam in the back, which wasn’t helping my concentration. I couldn’t stand it anymore.

  “Was there somewhere you wanted to go?”

  “Could you just drive up this road a little way? There’s a wooded tunnel of trees not too far from here, I just wanted to drive through there.”

  I frowned. What the hell was going on? But I kept driving, aware of him barely moving in the back seat.

  The road opened out after the small town and as we passed a large war memorial on the left hand side the road was banked by large open fields that reminded me of the place we had stopped to scatter Deidre’s ashes. I wondered whether somewhere here had a special significance for Cal, but with this odd new dynamic between us and the tentative intimacy growing stronger by the day, I found I was too nervous to ask.

  I kept driving and was relieved when finally Cal moved away from the window. We reached a junction and, not really knowing where he wanted to go, I turned right. I glanced back at him to ask if we were going in the right direction, and he was undoing his trousers.

  I swallowed, looked away to the long road ahead and the relatively empty countryside around us and suddenly had a pretty good idea why Cal had wanted to come this way.

  “Cal.” There was a note of irritation in my voice but I was already semi-hard and when I glanced back at him he pulled his boxers down and started stroking himself. I swallowed. “What the hell are you doing?”

  “Just keep driving, Jon-boy; I’ll let you know when to stop.”

  I flicked my gaze back to his smug grin and felt my hands tighten on the wheel. I was very relieved there were so few cars on the road because all I could concentrate on was the image in my periphery of Cal stroking his hard cock in the back of my car. I was doing forty, maybe even thirty on a road that had the national speed limit and I could feel my dick weeping in my underwear.

  Cal continued with what he was doing, except now he had undone his shirt and his abs and chest were on full display while he did it. I could barely breathe, let alone drive. This little game he was playing, especially calling me by the name he knew I hated, was pushing every button I had.

  “Where do you want me to go?” My voice was strangled.

  He glanced up at me, speeding up his movements for a second and then slowing down. “Just drive. You can do that, can’t you?”

  Oh holy Christ. Authoritative Cal was a whole other level, especially when I knew it was all an act.

  “I can do that.” I said, my voice hoarse with tension. I stoically looked at the road for a full minute, maybe a minute and a half, before looking back at him again. He only had eyes for me and he was working his balls with his left hand while he stroked himself. By this point I was looking around for somewhere, anywhere, for me to park the car. If I could find somewhere out of the way, the back windows were tinted and I could probably suck him off without anyone being aware of what we were doing. I doubted there were many journalists who casually hung around in Banstead to see billionaire’s but I wasn’t about to put Cal’s reputation at risk, and the problem with a Rolls Royce was that they tended to attract attention and I really didn’t want to get caught right at that moment.

  Cal moaned quietly from the back and I shuddered.

  “Jesus, Cal.”

  “Mmm. Something wrong?”

  We were coming up to a wooded area and a long winding road which had a substantial layby next to it, set back from the road. I felt like I was doing eighty miles an hour to get to it, but eventually managed to park as far from the road as it was possible to get and killed the engine.

  The little shit was fully naked now having taken some time unlacing his shoes and peeling his trousers off in full view of me.

  “Everything ok? Why did you stop?” He asked innocently as he lay down against the seat and bit his lip, looking at me in the rearview.

  I was out of the car, checking the coast was clear, before cannoning into the back. He’d moved to the other side of the car, his legs spread wide and I stripped off my jacket, throwing it over the headrest of my seat and grabbed his ankles, yanking him across the car to straddle me and taking his mouth.

  He was already wet
and leaking against me so I quickly stripped off my clothes as far as I needed to, awkward and clumsy in the confined space. The road behind us was empty, thank God, and finally I was naked, or as naked as I could be with my trousers round my ankles and I had Cal in my lap grinding against me and grunting into my mouth as he stuck his tongue down my throat. To my shock he started to grind his arse against my cock and without really meaning to the tip started to nudge against his hole.

  I pulled back gently. “We can’t. Not here.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I can’t prep you in here, we don’t have any lube or condoms, and you’ll be sore.”

  He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a packet of lube and a condom, handing them to me.

  “Who says you need to prep me?” He grabbed my hand and pulled my fingers to his hole, and I watched him grin as I felt his slick entrance.

  “Did – when did that happen?”

  “I’ve been ready all day. That meeting was fucking long. Also, they have big bathrooms with large cubicles. Don’t worry I thought about you the whole time.

  He shoved his tongue back in my mouth at that and lifted himself up so his weight was resting on his forearms against my shoulder. It meant that his arse was lifted from my legs and I could move my fingers against him.

  “Shove them in.” He swallowed round the words nervously; clearly a little shy of articulating it in such a way, but I could tell by his expression he was as desperate as me. “I can take it. I want you to push both of them into me.” He was grinding back against my hand and I thought I might come right there. I clumsily lubed my fingers, aware that I was getting it all over me and the car and not caring enough to stop.

  I watched his face, he was already pretty far gone and I waited until he stopped grinding and looked down at me, almost self-consciously, then I did what he asked and shoved two fingers hard inside him.

  He fisted a hand in my hair as he winced, yanking on my hair so hard I saw stars.

  “Fuck yeah, that’s it.” I pulled him closer in toward me and shoved them further inside him, circling the tips as he came undone in front of me. “Yeah, fuck, get your dick in me. Oh Christ.”

  He’d barely had a chance to loosen up and he was still impossibly tight, but I wanted to do what he asked.

  “Cal, it’ll hurt you.”

  He shook his head. “It won’t I’m ok, do it. Fuck Jay, do it.”

  He was panting against me as I opened the condom and rolled it onto my cock, my fingers trembling with the anticipation of such quick rough sex, and then I positioned myself at his entrance and waited.

  “I’m gonna -”

  I was about to say go slow, when he shoved himself down on my cock so hard I grunted, my hands instinctively coming up to pull him off again, but he was moaning now, pushing the final inch down my dick until he was fully seated.

  “Jesus, Cal, be careful.”

  “I love your dick.” I studied him wondering if he was drunk, but all he seemed drunk on was the sensations he was experiencing. He lifted up and slowly pushed back down again. “I could sit on your lap all day in this car.” I groaned; fuck, where had this version of Cal come from? “We could come four times a day like this.”

  “You’re so tight.” I gasped, desperate to shove upwards inside him.

  “Fuck me.” His dark eyes bored into me with an intensity that took my breath away. “Fuck me hard.”

  And I did. I started with him in my lap, lifting my hips and shoving my cock so deeply into him that he moaned every time. Eventually my thighs gave out so I flipped him into an impossible pretzel position against the seat, which couldn’t have been comfortable, and went to town. He didn’t seem to care that his back was bent into the back seat or that his feet were hitting the front, we were just rutting together like animals and the sounds he made were driving me crazy.

  I pushed forward and needed better leverage, finding myself holding his shoulder down against the seat at which point he bucked underneath me with a half scream and came all over himself and some of the seat beneath him. It only took me a few more thrusts and then I was coming too, the strongest orgasm I could ever remember as I groaned and collapsed on top of him.

  We lay there panting in the impossibly hot car for several seconds until I remembered how uncomfortable I was and how uncomfortable he must be. I pulled out, watched him wince and froze.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  He shook his head. “No. I loved it.” His cheeks bloomed red and he swallowed awkwardly as though he hadn’t meant to say that. I kissed him deeply for a second and then pulled back, helping him to sit up, his skin squeaking against the leather seats. We both looked around us at the carnage of the back seat, our clothes strewn everywhere and cum streaking the leather behind him.

  “Oops.” He laughed and I grinned at him. Christ, that had been the best sex of my life. “We should go back to my place and shower.”

  I wanted to protest, and avoid another domestic scene where we felt as though we were in a relationship, rather than casual fuck buddies, but I covered in a film of sweat and the idea of a hot shower with another chance to see Cal fully naked was too good to pass up.

  I nodded as I pulled my clothes back to some semblance of normality. I looked at the road outside but there was no one to be seen. After checking I was mostly dressed again, I got out and straightened my shirt, tucking it in and replacing my tie.

  When I got into the car I noticed Cal was sitting in just his trousers watching me with a sated smile.

  I shook my head, cleared my throat and started the long drive home.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  The next morning I was on my way back to the café reading through some of the documents Martin had sent me and feeling very out of my depth about my understanding of small businesses. The plans we had put together and taken hours writing seemed to have missed the majority of the key elements of what we’d need when you compared them with hers.

  Thea seemed to have her head on straight and she also seemed to have thought of everything. She had included several photographs of the venue, which looked exactly right and larger than we would have been working with had our planning application been approved. She was investing in two other businesses in the area, who we would, effectively, be in partnership with, and that was what Martin and I needed to talk about.

  I agreed with him that a franchise or chain was off the table, but if we could get a good client base with Thea’s connections and also be part of several small enterprises we would automatically have better marketing than we could ever have afforded alone.

  The business was something I loved and I was proud of, but now I had had a little time to think about it the more I recognised the enormous benefits of Martin having the help he needed. I wouldn’t need to be there as often, if at all, and I could help from the sidelines, rather than actively making time for back breaking shifts.

  If the worst happened, and I lost my job with Cal because we broke up and things became horribly awkward, I knew I could get a lucrative position elsewhere, and I wouldn’t have to work for Donald Emerson. I could forget the early starts and the exhaustion from the café and although Martin would undoubtedly still need my help I wouldn’t need to be at his beck and call all hours of the day. Maybe I could even start dating again and have a bit of a life. There was no part of my brain that wanted to cement anything with Cal into my plans for the future. As my mother always said, never follow a man anywhere. It was good advice, but I still felt a wrenching feeling whenever I thought about losing Cal.

  I closed the app on my phone, feeling hopeful but worried about the future. I looked around me as I exited the familiar tube station near Mama’s Hut and realised I might be walking this particular walk for the last time one day soon.

  As I reached the café I saw the door was already showing the ‘open’ sign, and there were a few customers queuing for morning coffee but nothing Martin couldn’t handle, He glanced up as I came in a gave
me a warm smile. I returned it, still feeling the after effects of the fight we had had. He pointed to the corner and I smiled as I saw Cassie and Molly sitting doing some colouring at one of the tables.

  I wondered over and sat down, feeling the same pride and love I always felt near my nieces when they barely noticed my presence because I was such a part of the furniture. I barely had any relationship with my uncles and I hadn’t seen them in years, I was determined that these girls would always know who I was and rely on me in the same way they did their Dad.

  Molly glanced up first and grinned.

  “Hi Uncle Jon,” she said cheerfully. Cassie looked up too and scooted her chair a little closer to mine and continued colouring. Molly was the chatty one of the twins; Cassie had always been quieter but much more tactile. She always wanted hugs and to sit close to me, whereas Molly was much more independent. They were both blonde haired and blue eyed and looked just like their mother.

  “You girls helping your Dad today?”

  “He let me set up the till.” Molly said with a big smile.

  “Wow, can you do that for me every day too? I hate that till.”

  “We know,” they chanted, making me laugh. I never stopped complaining about the till, which reminded me of the one in Open All Hours and I had the same relationship with it as Granville.

  “Daddy said you had a fight.” That was Cassie’s voice. She had her head low over the paper and was continuing to colour in even though she was talking directly to me. It was something Martin had always worried about. Since her mother had died she rarely looked people in the eye and almost never spoke up when there were strangers around. She was extremely bright but her teachers seemed not to notice that because she didn’t contribute enough in class. We were trying to always make sure she held eye contact with us, but unless I actually wrenched her head round to look at me I wasn’t going to be able to get that today. She looked distracted and shy and I didn’t like making her do things that made her uncomfortable.