by Rye Hart
My brothers tore into the food like starving savages.
It was quite a smorgasbord and everyone ate until they were about to pop.
A local country band called the Mountain View Boys provided the music. Everybody danced and sang along and had a grand old time.
The mayor spoke and made a toast to Carl and Doris; pillars of the community who would be greatly missed after they left for Florida in a few days.
I couldn’t ever remember seeing them so happy.
“Anyone sitting here?”
I looked up from my cheesecake to see Tyler standing there with a mounded plate of food in one hand and a glass of sweet tea in the other. It was the first time I’d seen him in two weeks. He nodded at the chair across the table from me. “Mind if I sit?”
“You own the place,” I said. I tried not to look at him. I stared at the table between us and took another bite.
“How have you been?” he asked.
“Fine.”
“How are the boys?”
“Fine.”
“How’s your cousin?”
I glared up at him. “Seriously? What the fuck do you care how anyone other than yourself is?”
He held up his hands and let me stew in silence for a moment.
He asked, “Can you at least tell me why you’re so mad at me?”
I peered up at him from beneath my arched eyebrows. “Really? Are you seriously that fucking clueless?”
He pushed the plate aside and leaned back in the chair with his hands spread. “I guess I am. I’d really like to know what I did that was so wrong.”
“You lied to me,” I said.
“When did I lie to you?”
“When we were walking through town. When I was taking you into all those shops and introducing you to all my friends.”
“How did I lie?”
“You didn’t tell me that you were going to tear it all down and put up a hotel.”
“That’s not lying.”
“Lying by omission is still lying in my book,” I said.
He stood silent.
“Okay, you’re right. It was fucked up. I should have been more transparent,” he said, sounding sincere. “I never meant to do anything but make you happy.”
I glared at him. How dare he make such a claim? I shook the fork at him. “And when we came in here, you pretended not to know Carl and Doris. You said you’d never been here before. That was a lie.”
“Okay, fine, that was a lie. So, are you pissed at Carl and Doris for not telling you they had met me before?” he asked.
I blinked at him. “What? Of course not.”
“Why not? It’s the same damn thing.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No, it’s not,” I said angrily. I leaned in and lowered my voice. “Because Carl wasn’t trying to get into my pants. He wasn’t trying to impress me. You knew exactly what you were doing and you lied to get me into your bed. I gave you my fucking virginity, you asshole. Do you not understand what that means?”
He shook his head, as if he wasn’t sure his ears were working right.
“Are you listening to yourself, Maggie? That is the most insane load of bullshit I’ve ever heard. What does one thing have to do with another?”
“How is that insane?”
“You think I lied to you about my deal with the city to get into your pants?” He rolled his eyes. “You can’t be serious.”
“You wanted me to think that you were this great guy,” I said, tears spilling from my eyes despite my best efforts to hold them back. “You knew I wouldn’t sleep with you if you acted like that arrogant asshole I first met at the cabin. You had it all figured out. I’ll act like a really nice guy, let her take me on a tour of the town, get her back to my place, and then hammer it to her on the bear skin rug!”
Tyler threw up his hands and raised his voice.
“Are you listening to yourself?”
“No, but everyone else is,” I heard Jackie say. We both turned to find Jackie, and everyone else, watching us as if we were a circus sideshow. Jackie gave me a hard look and nodded at the door. “Maybe you kids should take your little lover’s spat outside.”
“It’s not a lover’s spat,” I said.
“Sounds like a lover’s spat to me,” Carl said, standing next to Jackie.
“Sure does,” said Doris.
“Is that the billionaire you boned?” Jimmy asked.
“He doesn’t look like much,” Robbie added. “Cool beard though.”
I bit my tongue and glanced at Tyler.
He was stroking the corners of his moustache and trying not to smile.
“Do you want to take this outside?” he asked.
Before I could answer, the crowd said, “Yes!”
CHAPTER NINETEEN: TYLER
It was fucking freezing outside. Maggie wanted to argue on the sidewalk, but I finally convinced her to get in the Hummer so we could at least stay warm while she continued telling me what a douchebag I was.
I let her stew in the passenger seat for a minute while I started the engine to get the heat going. It didn’t take long for the warm air to start blowing out of the vents, but it didn’t do much to knock off the chill that was coming from Maggie’s side of the truck. I slowly took in a deep breath to work up the courage to speak.
“Look, I did pay the mayor. Maggie, sometimes that’s what you have to do to get things done in this world. You have to pay people under the table and work dirty deals. And sometimes you have to lie and cheat and make people do things they don’t want to do! But it’s all business. You do whatever it takes to fucking win.”
She stared at me for a moment. “Is that what it’s all about to you, Tyler? Winning?”
“What?”
“Is that what business is all about for you?” she asked. “Winning at all costs?”
It was a silly question. I shrugged it away. “Of course. What else is there?”
“There’s being fair and treating people the right way.” Her eyes softened as she looked at me. It was almost a look of pity. “Can’t you win without being underhanded and working dirty deals? I mean, how much money do you really need? Would it be so bad for everyone to win once in a while and not just you?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but I didn’t know what to say. She sounded like my dad. Treat people like family. Good neighbors make for good friends. Good customers build a business, not the other way around.
She must have noticed the look in my eyes. She put her hand on my arm and gave it a squeeze. “Your dad would be proud of everything you’ve done,” she said quietly. “But he’d be even prouder if you kept his legacy in mind while you were doing it.”
“You’re right,” I said, brushing a finger under my nose and sniffing back a tear. “You’re fucking right Maggie. I’ve been like this for a very long time and I’ve forgotten what it means to be a fair person. I used the excuse that I was protecting myself from what happened to my dad. His death took a toll on me. After the funeral I just became a different person. I locked myself up from all my family and friends and feed myself lies and bullshit. I made myself believe that his goodness was what finally killed him. So I told myself I would win at all costs. I was wrong. I was being weak and a damn coward. It took real strength for dad to remain an honest man even after everything he went through. I would be lucky to be half the man he was. I know I’m far from it now but that doesn’t mean I can’t change. I see now I just needed someone who cared enough to tell me to straighten up my act. You’re my slap in the face Maggie. Literally.” I said with a laugh. “Thank you for being that person in my life. You may not believe a word out of my mouth but I know there was a reason you walked into my life. My dad would have loved everything about you. Who knows, maybe the old man had something to do with us meeting - as crazy as that sounds. I’m not letting you go. I’ll become the man you deserve. All I want is to make you happy.” I looked at her not knowing what her
response would be. My heart was beating a million miles a minute in anticipation.
She smiled back, holding back tears. “You don’t know how happy I am for you to say that. I know you will make both me and your dad proud.” She leaned in to give me a kiss. Her lips felt amazing on mine. I was the luckiest man in the world to have her forgiveness. I wasn’t going to let her down again. No fucking way.
Maggie looked in my eyes, “What about Carl and Doris?”
“You have my word that we paid everyone the market prices for the property and gave them fair market value for the businesses. I was going to make a killing on the deal either way. Most of them got far more than the land and the businesses were really worth. I didn’t want to risk anyone filing a report with the Feds and exposing me. Did you see anyone in there that was angry at me? Besides yourself?”
“No, I didn’t. But do you think it’s still right to proceed with the development? What about Carl and Doris’ restaurant?”
“Do you think Carl and Doris would be that happy if they had to work at this restaurant another ten or fifteen years? I saw their financials, Mags. They haven’t made money in years. In the end we really did do them a favor by buying them out.”
“They seem happy,” she said softly.
“They are.” I put my hand on hers and gazed into her eyes. “Look Maggie, I’m happy to go back in that building and announce the cancellation of the project, but the problem is we’ve already closed and with the deal everyone received I doubt anyone would agree to it anyway. I have a better idea Maggie. I think this project can be the first step to making your dream come true. I know you want to own a restaurant of your own and I know you would be amazing at it. I would be honored if I could be a part of your dream.
“Are you shitting me? No, I can’t ask you to do that. This all feels like a dream. I was convinced you wanted to break up with me because I was carrying too much baggage with my brothers. I was ready to move on.” she said.
“Why wouldn’t you just pick up my calls? You could have told me earlier how much of an asshole I was.” I hated to admit it, but this girl had gotten under my skin like no other woman I’ve ever known. Things would be different now, and it was because of her.
She shrugged. “Maybe because I was afraid that you would tell me that you never really wanted me, and that I was just a means to an end. I thought you were using me.”
My heart ached at her words. “Jesus Maggie, no. I never meant to use you. And I did want you. I do want you. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone before. I want to help you make your dreams come true. Please let me.”
She reached for me and I leaned over the console to take her into my arms and I pressed my lips to hers.
My tongue went across her lips and into her mouth.
Her tongue pushed back and swirled around mine.
“Tyler,” she moaned.
“Yes.”
“My butt’s getting really hot.”
I pulled back and smiled. “But the seat warmer isn’t even turned on.”
“I know,” she said. “But I am.”
CHAPTER TWENTY: TYLER
Maggie and I barely got in the door before we were tearing at each other’s clothes. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue darted into my mouth and ran across my lips. She sunk her teeth into my bottom lip and gave it a little tug.
The next thing I knew, she had jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist. I fell back against the wall and dug my fingers into her ass. I kicked the front door closed and she clung to me as I carried her up the stairs to my bedroom.
I literally threw Maggie on the bed and ordered her to strip. There was no time for gentle foreplay, not tonight. I tore off my shirt and kicked my boots across the room. They hit the wall and landed on the floor with a loud thud.
Maggie was even quicker than me. She was a blur, stripping off her clothes and tossing them aside. She jumped on the bed and held out her arms. She wiggled her fingers at me. “Come on, slowpoke!”
“I’ll give you a slow poke,” I said with a grin. I peeled off my jeans and underwear and dove on top of her still wearing my socks. She bounced and giggled beneath me. My beard was tickling her chin. She brushed it out of her face and pretended to spit hair.
“You need to trim that thing,” she said with a grin.
“Oh no, it will grow until the day I die.”
“We’ll see about that.” She used two fingers to brush my moustache away from my mouth. “As long as I can get to these lips, I’ll be okay.”
“Fair enough,” I said, pressing my lips to hers, my stiff cock rubbing against her mound. She spread her legs and bent her knees and breathed in my ear.
“Don’t you ever leave me again,” I said.
“I won’t ever leave you again,” she said, closing her eyes as my shaft slid back and forth over her wet folds. I could feel her hot juices soaking my cock and balls. Her breasts rose and fell against me. Then she reached around and gave my ass a hard slap.
“But you’d better be a good boy. No more shady deals.”
“No more shady deals,” I sighed, my lips at her ear.
“Good,” she whispered. She closed her eyes and dug her fingernails into my back. She wrapped her long legs around my waist and nudged my ass with her heels, like she was kicking a horse to make it go.
She said, “Now, shut up and fuck me.”
“Gladly.”
I pulled my hips back and my cock slid straight into her. The breath gushed from her lungs and she dug her fingernails deeper into my back. She trailed her nails down my back, leaving scratches that burned with beautiful pain.
She dug her heels into my ass and prodded me into a rhythm.
I braced on my elbows and we kissed as we fucked.
Our tongues dueled, darting in and out, matching the rhythm of my cock and balls slamming into her.
Maggie moaned in my ear and bucked her ass off the bed.
Each time I thrust into her, she pulled herself up, making me go deeper and deeper inside her.
TWENTY-ONE: MAGGIE
I could practically feel Tyler’s cock all the way up in my throat each time he thrust into me. I dug my nails into his back and opened my mouth so his tongue could come inside to play with mine.
I could feel the orgasm building, like a fire burning deep within my cunt that was spreading throughout my entire body. Every nerve stood on end. Every cell tingled. I could feel my pulse in my temple. I could hear my heart beating in my ear.
“Oh… god… I’m cumming…” Tyler said. He was ramming into me now, fast and hard. His balls slapped against my pussy. My nipples grew harder as his long beard brushed against them. I felt the muscles in his back stiffen. His ass was hard as stone beneath my heels.
The second I felt his body tighten and his seed begin to flow into me, my own orgasm hit like a tsunami battering the shoreline. I tightened my legs around his waist and pulled him into me, as deep as he could go.
My pussy exploded with hot juices as he continued to slide in and out, spreading his milky cum over my pussy, making a wonderfully-sticky mess.
He thrust into me a few more times as the little bolts of lightning shot through my body and made me tingle all over.
He let go the long breath he’d been holding and collapsed on the bed beside me.
He raised his arm and I rolled into him with my head resting on his chest.
I stroked his long beard as if it were a cat.
“Maybe I’ll just name it,” I said quietly.
He smiled down at me. “You’re going to name my beard?”
“What do you think of the name Fluffy?”
“I’m not crazy about it.”
“Shaggy?”
“I think we can talk about it tomorrow,” he said with a yawn. He kissed my forehead. “Goodnight, Mags.”
I nuzzled into his neck. “Goodnight, my big mountain man.”
EPILOGUE: MAGGIE
Tyler poure
d his second cup of coffee and leaned back against the kitchen counter to sip it. I was sitting at the kitchen island going through the morning mail. I glanced at him and smiled. It seemed like just yesterday that he was standing in that exact spot with his junk hanging out and a salacious grin on his face.
Now, a year later, he was wearing jeans, work boots and a denim shirt with the Jenner logo on the pocket.
He had decided to stay in Mountain View to personally oversee the construction of the new hotel downtown. And to be with me.
The boys and I had moved into the mountain lodge shortly after Tyler and I reunited. They worshipped Tyler and he doted on them. It was like having three teenagers in the house.
Tyler was the big brother and father figure they so desperately needed and deserved. We were all one, big happy dysfunctional family. I’d never been happier in my life.
The entire city block where Carl and Doris’ restaurant was located, along with the other shops, had been razed almost a year ago. It was a bittersweet day, watching the construction equipment make short work of the old buildings. Now, the new hotel was just a few months away from opening and there were a million things to get done. On top of that, we made a two year plan to begin the construction of Maggie’s Garden, my very own steakhouse at the heart of downtown. I had to pinch myself. A year ago I would have laughed at the idea, but here I was.
It was important to me that I earned my way up the ladder and I asked Tyler to treat me like any other business partner when it came to working together. He respected my wishes.
“What’s that?” he asked, nodding at the postcard in my hand.
“It’s a postcard from Carl and Doris in Florida,” I said, fanning it at him. The front of the card had a picture of a sandy beach at sunset. On the back, Doris had written “Wish you were here!” and drawn a happy face.
I pretended to read the back of the card.
“Tyler, please do everything Maggie says and give her lots and lots of sex. Love, Carl and Doris.”
“Wow, that’s my kind of postcard,” Tyler said with a grin.