by Cathryn Fox
“Seems to me like you need this, too.”
“Yes, but I want to see your cock.” My God, I can’t even believe the need in my voice. Have I ever been this needy, ever ask to see a man’s cock?
“Do you now?” A grin touches the corner of his mouth as his thick finger leaves my sex. I almost grab his hand to put it back and demand he take me, but he grips the thin band on my panties and rips them clear from my hips. I gasp but he leans in, his mouth muffling the sound as he kisses me. One beautiful thick finger slides inside me again, and the needy moan of pleasure climbing out of my throat seems to do something wild to him.
“Ride me, Haven.”
I move my body, rock into his finger and the needy little sound in my throat grows, expands, turns to a whimpering cry as his palm bangs against my plump clit. He gifts me with a second finger, and I twist and move and grind and cry out his name as hunger builds, claws at my insides.
“Ty,” I murmur, and take my breasts into my hands as I press against him.
“Get this fucking dress off and show me your tits, Haven.”
With arms that are almost too weak to move, I grip the hem of my dress and peel it over my head. His gaze drops to my breasts, and I unhook the bra, tossing it away. Breasts free of any confines, I put my thumb into my mouth and suck, getting the pad nice and wet. He watches me closely, dark anticipation dancing in his eyes as I cup my breasts and swipe my thumb over my nipple, getting it nice and plump for his mouth.
“Jesus, girl,” he says, and as he continues to finger fuck me he puts his thumb into my mouth. “Suck.”
I do as he asks, sucking hard, until hollows form in my cheeks, and I steal a glance downward to take in the way his cock is straining against his jeans. That just won’t do. Eager to see how aroused he is, I let one breast go, and the hiss of his zipper mingles with his groans and I put my hand into his pants and wrap my palm around his cock.
He leans into me and growls in my ear. “I need my mouth on this sweet pussy, baby. I want to taste you when you come.”
His hand leaves my sex, and he picks me up, manhandling me like I’m a damn ragdoll. He moves me around, positions me on the bed the way he wants me, and my God, it’s insane how much I like it when he takes full control of my body. With Tyler flat on his back and my legs straddling his body, he brings me to his mouth. My hot sex hovers over his mouth, and he pulls me down until I’m sitting on his face. He swirls his tongue over my clit, licking and sucking and nibbling.
“So good,” I murmur, my head going back and forth as I take my breasts back into my hands, squeezing my nipples until pain and pleasure mingle. I move, my hips gyrating shamelessly against him and the more I do it, the more of a reaction it pulls from him. He eats at me, greedy nibbles, and my body convulses. “I…I…ohmigod, Tyler,” I call out. I’ve never orgasmed without penetration before.
He growls and I put my hands on the headboard as I shatter around his tongue, my hot cum dripping over his face, and down my thighs. He laps it up, drinking me all in, his tongue doing the most magical things to prolong my pleasure. My God, what I’ve been doing before wasn’t sex. No man had ever given me an earth-shattering orgasm before.
The second my body stops spasming, he grips my hips again, easily maneuvering me until my soaking sex is poised over his cock. He blows out a harsh breath, dark and needy as he pulls me down, his huge cock penetrating so deep, my entire body clenches around him.
“Yes,” he cries. “You are so goddamn perfect, Haven.”
He holds my hips his fingers biting into my flesh, and he moves me around, lifting me up and pulling me down hard again, and I give myself over to him, letting him control the depth, pace and rhythm. I’ve never felt so tiny, or so safe in anyone’s arms before.
“Is this what you needed, baby?”
“It’s what I needed,” I say.
All strength and power, his thick smooth head disappears inside my tight channel, and his hips lift as he pistons into me. I claw at the headboard and grow wetter, hotter, my throat dry as I gasp for breath.
“Will my cock help take that ache away?”
“Yes,” I cry out as he moves me faster, pulling me down on top of him until he’s buried balls deep inside me. He lifts me again, higher and higher, and the sweet friction sends shards of sensations through me until my body is humming, burning with a deep need, only this man can sate. He glides into me and I soar. Skin against skin, our bodies bang in sync. Soon enough, tension peaks and my body succumbs to another full body orgasm. My sex squeezes around him, and it triggers a loud growl from him.
“Fuck yes.” He pumps into me, each hard thrust for him now as my body spasms in pleasure. His grip on my hips tighten, a new kind of neediness about him as he chases his own orgasm. “Haven,” he says, and pulls my mouth to his as he spurts inside me, filling me with his hot cum.
“I feel you,” I murmur, something niggling in the back of my mind, but in my post-orgasm bliss, I can’t quite grasp it. His tongue slides into my mouth, and I lose myself in him as he continues to pump high inside me. His groan announces his completion, and he wraps those rough, powerful arms around me, holding me to him tightly yet tenderly at the same time. My hard nipples scrape his chest as I shimmy, trying to get closer.
We cling to one another, touching, tasting, as he lifts me to slide his cock out. With my nerve endings still sensitive, I quiver around him. I shift, and put my face on his chest, loving the pounding beats against my cheek. He strokes my hair, curls it around his fingers.
“I need to dispose…oh, fuck,” he says, his body going so stiff beneath me, I jackknife up to see his face.
“What?” I ask and look over my shoulders. My God, did someone sneak inside while we were having sex, completely oblvious to anyone and anything but pleasure.
“Condom. I forgot.” He grips his hair and tugs.
“Oh God,” I say, and slide off him, tugging the blankets up to cover my nakedness. He touches my shoulder, his eyes dark, severe…intense.
“I’m clean, Haven. You need to know that about me.”
I nod. “I am too. It’s been a while for me.”
“Are you on the pill?”
“I take it to regulate my cycle, and you know, in case I find myself in Blue Bay with the hottest, toughest guy in town.” That brings a smile to his face, like I was hoping it would. I lean down, and place a kiss on his mouth. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you a daddy. Neither one of us wants that.”
He nods, and for a brief second I think I spot something in his eyes, something that looks a lot like disappointment, but I have to be mistaken. Not only do I barely know this man, he doesn’t want kids, and especially not with a woman who is only in town for a short time. Maybe he was just disappointed in himself for forgetting. But he can’t take all the blame.
“I never gave protection another thought either, Ty. This isn’t just on you.”
“Too hot for it?” he teases, and I laugh.
“Yeah, something like that. You have a very big…” He arches a brow, and I add, “Ego.”
He tugs on my hair, his belly laugh vibrating through me. I roll toward him, so completely comfortable with him like this it’s insane. It feels like I’ve known him my whole life when in fact, I don’t know him at all, and he’d be quick to point that out.
I reach out and touch his hair, pushing it back from his forehead. I take a deep, contented breath and let it out slowly. “I love it here, Ty,” I begin as he mimics my position. I take in the relaxed look on his face, so completely different from when we first arrived. “Thanks for taking me. I never thought I could find a place where the paparazzi couldn’t find me. You guys are all so lucky to have each other, and this place. I just love small towns. Did you know I used to have a Norman Rockwell calendar growing up?” Lord, why am I rambling, and telling so much about myself? “I loved that calendar. I guess it gave life a sense of normalcy or something, when mine was anything but.”
“You deserve norma
lcy, Haven,” he says, his voice full of empathy and understanding.
“I don’t want to pry, but what is it about this place? What is it that makes you upset?”
Darkness invades his eyes, and there’s a gurgling sound in his throat as he swallows hard and rolls to his back. He puts his arm across his forehead and stares up at the ceiling, and he goes so quiet for so long, my insides clench. I shouldn’t have asked. It’s none of my business. We might be having sex, but that doesn’t give me the right to dig into his past, and open old hurts.
“I am lucky to have my family, Haven. You’re right about that. I do love Blue Bay, and I’m back because Sean called us all home. I don’t hate being here, but growing up wasn’t all sunshine and butterflies.” I stiffen at the hardness in his voice. “Is it for anyone, though? Nothing special about me.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it out like your life was perfect because you live in a small town,” I say and inch back, ready to put my clothes back on and run back to…I have no idea where, since I have no place to stay.
“Shit, no, I’m sorry,” he says, and reaches for me, pulling me back against him. “I’m being an asshole.”
“No, you’re not,” I say. “I just idealize and romanticize everything.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that. My brother Jamie is a dreamer like that, too. Dad tried to beat that shit right out of him.” He gives a laugh that holds no humor, but since he opened the door, I decide to walk through it.
“Your father was hard on you guys, huh?” I ask, understanding that much.
“Well, at least he was around,” he says, turning this back to me, showing sympathy because I might have had it worse. “I wasn’t left to fend for myself on the set, Haven.”
“Parents, huh?” I say, but then go serious. “You have bad memories here, in this cabin?”
He makes a noise. “They’re getting better thanks to you,” he says, and idly runs his finger up and down my arm, his thoughts elsewhere. Goosebumps form on my flesh as he caresses me. He goes quiet again, and I take in his body language, the internal war going on inside his head. Just when I think he’s done talking, he says, “I was only ten.” Pain flashes in his eyes, as his chest expands with a deep breath.
“What happened when you were only ten, Ty?” I put my hand on his chest. His heart races beneath my palm as I offer my comfort and support, because I know he’s telling me something very private, something he doesn’t talk about with just anyone, and I feel very privileged and honored that he’s opening up to me.
Glancing down, he snorts, like it’s nothing, which clearly isn’t the case. “Sean and Jamie were chasing girls, spending less and less time at home. I was used to them pairing off and the twins had each other. I had friends, but I spent a lot of time alone.” He casts me a fast glance. “I was always up to no good and getting into mischief.”
“Of course, you were.”
“Dad didn’t like my aloofness, or my reckless nature. Anyway, like I said, Sean and Jamie were tearing up the streets, and the twins were in Hope Springs with Mom, getting new clothes or haircuts or something. I can’t remember, but that’s not important.”
I nod, and shift a little closer. “What is important?”
“That I actually thought I could make my father proud of me.” He shakes his head, his eyes narrowed, pained. “Jesus listen to me. I’m a grown-ass man who has taken down bigger men in the cage, and now I sound like a goddamn kid with daddy issues.”
“Between us, Rock has daddy issues too, and there is nothing wrong with that, Ty. We’re all fucked up in our own ways. The thing is, we can’t bury those feelings. We need to unpack them, sort through them, deal, learn and move past them.” I touch his face. “You buried yours, and nothing good can come from that.”
He smiles at me. “Beautiful and smart. How did I get so lucky?”
“The night is young, Ty. You can still get lucky again, but first, tell me what happened when you tried to impress your father at ten years old.”
His head bobs, and that little boy lost look moves over his face once again. “We were having an overnight fishing trip. I was stoked that I had Dad all to myself. You might be right about that middle child thing,” he says with a snort. “Anyway, the fish were running, and I got up extra early in the morning, before Dad. I was going to surprise him with trout for breakfast.”
“I guess things didn’t go as planned.”
“Oh, I had a dog named Bear,” he says like it’s an afterthought. “It’s kind of funny when you think about it.”
I frown, not really understanding. “Bear is important?”
“Very,” he says. “Not sure I’d be telling you this story if he wasn’t by my side.”
“Well I like Bear already,” I say, and he smiles.
“He’d have chased off that racoon the other night. He’d done it many times, but he certainly learned the hard way to steer clear of skunks and porcupines.”
I crinkle up my nose. “Oh no.”
His lips twitch at the corner and he looks off in the distance, like he’s remembering happy times. I watch him for a second, and put my hand on his arm. My touch brings him back to me.
“Yeah, so I went fishing that morning while Dad slept.” He holds his hands out about twelve inches. “I waded out in the water and reeled in one hell of a big one.”
“That big, huh?” He nods. “Your father must have been impressed by that.”
“He would have been, I think, if...” I frown, and his brows knit together. He shifts, some memory making him uncomfortable. “Anyway, I was excited, and after I cleaned the fish on shore, ready to rush back here to show Dad, a big motherfucking bear decided he wanted to fight me for the fish.”
“Oh my God, Tyler,” I say and sit up. I cross my legs, my heart pounding. “What happened?”
He shakes his head and a hard tremble moves through him. “The thing went up on its hind legs, and Bear—my dog—got in between us. He barked and barked and barked until it woke up Dad. He came running with a shot gun, and after firing a few shots into the air, the black bear ran off.”
“Thank God.”
“You’d think, right?” He reaches for me and drags me back to him, and I rest my face on his chest. “That day I realized I’d rather face off against a bear than my father.”
“What happened?” I ask quietly.
“I had never seen my father so mad. Well, that’s not true. I’d seen him tear both Sean and Jamie new ones. I’d just never been the sole focus of his anger before that. I was fucking scared, Haven.”
“Of course you were scared. You were just a little boy who’d faced off against a black bear. That’s the thing nightmares were made of.”
“Nope, being the recipient of my father’s rage was the thing nightmares were made of. When you’re ten years old and two seconds from getting mauled by a goddamn black bear, I think that’s a pretty good time to show fear, and shed a few fucking tears, don’t you?”
“Of course.”
“My father found me shaken and trembling, but the worst part of that day, is how he left me broken and bruised. Not physically, but…” He touches his chest. “In here, you know.” The rawness in his voice, the crackling thickness cuts into me, and I could weep for the little boy left battered. “He took the fish and tossed it back in the water, called me a dumb-ass, clueless kid. He said I was soft, and said he’d never be taking me fishing again.” He swallows. “I tried to pretend it didn’t bother me. Tried to pretend I was tough, and his words meant nothing.” He shakes his head. “I wasn’t very good at pretending.”
“I’m so sorry, Ty,” I say and put my arms around him to hug him tight. We stay like that for a long time, and his chest rises and falls as he breathes through those painful memories. After a long time, I say, “What he did was wrong. So damn wrong. Believe me when I say this, I’m not taking your father’s side here, I promise, but as an outsider, I’m trying to look at it from his point of view and I wonder
if he lashed out because he was scared, just like you. Scared his son was going to get hurt and said cruel things to keep you safe. You said you were always a little reckless. Maybe that really frightened him, and he said and did things to break you of that.”
He shrugs like he’s not sure. “When we got home, he told Mom, and I remember being embarrassed and ashamed by the whole thing.”
“You never should have been made to feel that way. That was wrong.”
His brow furrows. “Mom wanted to hug me, but Dad wouldn’t let her. He wouldn’t fucking let her, Haven.” He takes a gulping breath. “She wanted to so badly, and she fought so hard not to cry, and I didn’t want her to cry. It gutted me. My throat hurt so bad, trying to hold back my own tears, and I wanted to make it easier on her, so I pretended I was tough and I was fine.”
“You weren’t fine.”
“No, I wasn’t.” A deep breath and then, “Sean and Jamie hugged me though, in the privacy of my bedroom so Dad couldn’t see. He wouldn’t have liked that. I swear to fuck if I ever have a kid, Haven, I’d hug the shit out of them, no matter what.”
“I’ve seen you with Devon. You’ll be an amazing father, Ty, and I mean that.” He takes my hand and holds it tight, and I sit there quietly as he processes. After a long while, he leans into me and drops a soft kiss onto my head.
“It’s crazy, but I miss him, you know. I miss him so fucking much.”
“No matter what, he was still your father. I bet he’s up there looking down, so proud of the man you became.”
He snorts like he doesn’t believe that.
“You were the middle-weight champion for many years, Ty.”
“Until your fucking brother took it away,” he says with a snarl that reminds me my brother would lose his mind if he knew I was here, in bed with a man he hates.
“Yeah, well, you didn’t make it easy for him, and you were the reigning champ for years. That’s quite the accomplishment and something any parent would be proud of.”
“I don’t think he even knew.” His hand moves down my back, and he lightly traces my spine. “I never stayed in contact when I left. None of us did. Poor Gram had to put up with him all by herself.”