Unwanted Desire

by Skye Turner

  Ty starts the truck and says, “So, where am I bringing you, princess?”

  I think about it for a minute. “Do you have to work tomorrow?”

  He nods. “Yeah, tomorrow night.”

  I grin. “Ok, let’s go to my place.”

  He laughs and leans over to kiss me. “I’ll need an address.”

  I shake my head and talk fast as I wait for his reaction. “No, you don’t. You know how to get to Chateau du Bellaforte.”

  He turns to me with a look of utter shock on his face. “You want to bring me to your family’s house?”

  I laugh and lean my head against his shoulder. “No, I want to bring you to my house. It just happens to be on my family’s property.”

  He chuckles as he backs out. “I guess you were serious.”

  Putting the truck in drive, we head to my family’s house and I hum along to the radio as my fingers dance across his abs under his shirt.

  We kiss like teenagers at every light on the drive.

  This is what being happy feels like.

  Chapter Twelve

  Ty

  As I drive to Chateau du Bellaforte, AnnaBeth softly sings along to the radio and keeps me aware of her presence by running her small hands whisper soft over my stomach and abs.

  I’d think she was asleep if not for those slight touches.

  So we’re doing this!?

  Her father is going to shit when he sees me. Is he going to have me physically removed?

  He can’t stand me.

  Shit, he’d better not have me removed. She was engaged to Stanton. Stanton! He allowed that tool to be at the house.

  Did she sleep with him? The thought of her spreading her legs for that asshole makes me physically ill. I want to know, but I don’t want to know. If she did, I hope I never see him again. I’ll hurt him.

  She must feel the sudden tenseness in my muscles because she lifts her head and looks at me. “What’s wrong? What are you thinking?”

  Don’t say it. Don’t ask her. It’s not your business. You’ll only get mad at the answer.

  Instead, against me screaming at myself in my head, I ask, “Did you fuck Stanton?”

  She jerks back with an astonished expression and then, she starts laughing.

  She’s laughing. What. The. Actual. Fuck? Why is she laughing?

  Does that mean she did? Or is she laughing because she didn’t? Is she laughing because he has a small dick?

  Why the hell is she laughing?

  Her hands are over her mouth and she’s struggling to stay upright on my seat. She’s dying laughing. I start to get pissed. “Seriously. Why the hell are you dying over there? It’s a legitimate question.”

  She makes an effort to stop laughing and tries to talk. It ends in another fit of giggles. I clench my jaw and stare ahead morosely.

  Finally, she catches her breath. “Hey. I’m sorry for laughing. But, it was funny.” I turn and glare at her before returning my gaze to the dark road. We’ll be to the plantation in about five minutes. She clears her throat and I can tell she’s trying not to laugh. “No.”

  My head whips around. “No, what?”

  No, what? No, she didn’t fuck him? No, she’s not going to tell me?”

  No, what?!

  I can feel her staring at my profile but I look straight ahead as I concentrate on my driving. “No. There’s no need for you to get all riled up. Well, aside from the obvious reasons…” She giggles again. “I did not sleep with Stanton. I’ve never slept with him.” Another laugh bursts out of her small frame. “In fact, other than chaste, boring, blah kisses on the cheek or in the air near my cheek, his lips have never even touched me.” She shudders.

  Is she kidding me? She was engaged to a man for three months and they never even made out?

  She’s got to be lying.

  I ask with disbelief, “Are you serious?”

  She giggles again and leans back into my shoulder. “I am… very serious. He never touched me. I never wanted him to.”

  Removing my hand from the steering wheel, I pull her close. I just want her next to me. Her head settles into the curve of my shoulder and she sighs in contentment.

  Hell yes! I’m the last man she’s been with! She is still mine.

  Calm it down, Ty. She’s not a possession and you can’t run headfirst into this. That’s just not smart after the way things went down last time.

  I want this. I want her… I’m just not 100% convinced she’s all in.

  This is a damn good start though.

  I just have to proceed with caution and keep my head about me. I cannot handle the hell I’ve been in the past three months again.

  Leaning down to kiss her head, I mutter into her hair, “Good to know.”

  She chuckles and presses a kiss into my chest as she snuggles into me.

  The turnoff at the estate’s massive gates appears. AnnaBeth doesn’t move as I turn in and start up the long drive.

  We approach the main house and she says, “Take the path to the right. It leads down to my place.”

  I do and within a few minutes, I’m pulling up at a beautiful little house. I can see it’s white in the beam from my headlights. There’s a porch that stretches along the length of the house with two white rockers and a white swing hanging from the rafters. It’s not very big, but it is beautiful. I’m guessing at some point in the history of the plantation it was an overseer or higher ranking servant’s house.

  She sits up as I stop the truck and tentatively says, “Welcome to my home, Ty.”

  I smile as she scoots over my seat and reaches for the door handle. She calls coyly over her shoulder, “Come on in. There’s a room I really want you to see. My bedroom.” She hops out of the truck and races across the short yard.

  Cutting the engine, I jump out and stride after her.

  She unlocks the dark green front door and pulls me inside. I willingly follow her. She’s pulling me down a small hallway. It’s so dark, I’m hoping that I don’t run into anything. I’m trusting her to guide me. She says, “I’ll give you a tour later. Right now, I just want you and me… together… in my bed. It’s been too long.”

  I can’t agree more.

  We reach a door and she pulls me across the threshold. The back wall is nothing but windows and I can see a field of cane through them. The moon is sending a delicious glow onto the windows and it’s softly lighting up the room.

  I look around and quickly take in the white, four poster bed. Something is hanging from the top. It looks like a curtain, no, a mosquito net. The furniture is also white and elegant. The whole room is light and airy. It’s sophisticated, like AnnaBeth.

  Right now though, I just want to mess up the perfectly made bed.

  AnnaBeth is on the same page as me, because with a yank, she pulls the comforter and sheets back. As she turns back to me, I can feel her breath on my chin. Her hands reach out and she grabs the hem of my shirt. “You have far too many clothes on, Ty.”

  With a nod she can’t possibly see in the dark, I grab my shirt and fist it before yanking it over my head and tossing it somewhere beside me.

  She sighs in appreciation as her hands glide over the exposed muscle. Her fingers trace my pecs before she trails both hands over my abs and parts them as she reaches my waist. Her fingers tease my “V” for a bit with faint touches that feel like butterfly wings, before she pops the button on my fly. Her small hands slip past the parted denim and with a push, my boxers and pants fall down my legs.

  Stepping out of them, I quickly kick them to the side.

  I’m fully naked. Her small hands envelope my straining erection. She slowly grips my length. With a groan, I ask, “How the hell do I get this thing off?” My hands are tracing the back and sides of the dress in search of some clasp or zipper.

  She chuckles and it ends on a moan as I cup her breasts through the bodice of the tight dress. Her head falls back and her grip on my cock tightens as she shudders. She cries out. “Just yank down. No c
lasp.”

  My large hands grab the top of the dress and pull. Her breasts pop free and I realize she’s not wearing a bra.

  Leaning down, I capture her mouth as I work the dress over her hips. As it pools at her feet, I lift her into my arms, still kissing her. I don’t want to stop. I can’t stop. I’m here, where I want to be, where I’ve hated myself for wishing I was, yet… here I am. Again.

  She’s still stroking my cock as I lift her. With a squeal that’s swallowed by our fused mouths and dancing tongues, she releases her grip and twines her arms around my neck. Our tongues continue to duel as I step over to the bed.

  Gently laying her down, I lean over her and take in the exquisiteness that is AnnaBeth.

  She reaches out with one hand and pulls me on top of her.

  My large body envelopes her dainty one as I slide up her.

  *

  AnnaBeth

  Ty is in my bed. We’re naked in MY bed for the first time. The first time ever.

  He has to understand what this means. He has to understand that no man has ever been in this bed with me before. He gets it… He has to.

  Don’t let him go this time, AnnaBeth. Make him stay. Prove that you want him. That he means something to you.

  My thoughts end on a throaty moan as Ty covers my body and gently trails kisses over my face. He starts at my forehead and trails his lips over my cheekbones. He kisses the tip of my nose and my eyelids as they flutter closed from his sweet torture.

  His hard body covers me as my soft curves melt into him. The way we fit amazes me. It’s almost as if we were made for each other.

  Ty’s hands are caressing my hips but slide up my sides until he reaches the underside of my breasts. I’m not the biggest in that department, but I can tell by the way Ty cups them before rubbing his fingertips over my taut nipples, that they’re enough for him. He mutters, “You’re so beautiful, AnnaBeth. So incredibly beautiful.”

  My head falls back on a moan as his lips trail down my neck and over my heaving chest. He closes his mouth over a straining nipple as his hands cup and knead the other. Trailing his mouth across my chest, he treats the other breast to the same pleasure. My hands are tangled in his auburn waves as he feasts on my breasts.

  God, I’ve missed this. No one makes me feel like Ty. I’ve never given myself so completely to any man.

  His mouth leaves my breasts. His lips and tongue worship my body. He licks from my stomach down and around my naval, before dipping his tongue inside. It tickles and my stomach spasms.

  He smiles against me. I can feel it. The proximity of his mouth to my throbbing center has me drenched.

  I need him to touch me. To fill me. To pleasure me as only he can.

  As if he heard my thoughts, his hands grip my thighs and part them. He leans in and takes a deep breath.

  Don’t do that. Why are you doing that?

  Don’t, Ty…

  My protests are cut off as his tongue probes me. His fingers start pumping into me as his tongue laps at my folds. He sucks my clit into his mouth and rolls it with the flat of his tongue.

  My hips buck of their own accord. My cries seem to spur him on and he intensifies the exquisite torture. I can feel my orgasm building as I continue to ride his face.

  Dear God, the man can eat pussy like a pro.

  Oh my God, where did this crass talking woman come from?! I don’t talk like this.

  But holy shit… Ty should eat pussy for the rest of his life.

  Hoooooooly… Shiiiiiiiiit!

  I scream out as I shatter. My knees lock around his head and I convulse. “TY! Ohhhhhhhhhh, sweet Jesus! TY!”

  As I float back to earth, Ty lifts his head. In the moonlight, his face is glistening… from me. He grins at me. “I guess you did miss me, princess. I thought I was going to suffocate from your knees there for a second.”

  I flop onto the bed with a groan. My elbow drapes over my eyes as I blush furiously.

  He chuckles as he stretches out and lies beside me. I chance a peek at him from under my arm and he’s just watching me. His eyes are sparkling and he’s still grinning.

  I mutter, “Oh, shut up. I can’t help it if you can do that like you’ve been professionally trained.”

  He laughs heartily. “Professionally trained? Is there such a thing? I’ll have to look into that!”

  I slap at him and mutter, “The hell you will.”

  He laughs again and leans in to kiss me… hard. When he pulls back, he grins down into my face. “No worries princess, you can have exclusive access to my skills. I love when you scream my name and come unhinged. To think that the prim and proper maiden can go buck wild from my loving.” He waggles his brows at me. “I like it.”

  Exclusive access?! I do hope he really means that. I’m not going to share him.

  I can’t share him.

  But, he likes it when I get wild, does he? I’ll show him wild and unrestrained.

  Hold on, cowboy! Two can play this game.

  With a grin of my own, I sit up. He looks at me in anticipation. As my smile turns sultry, he chuckles. “Um, what’s going on in that head?”

  I giggle. “My head isn’t what you need to be thinking about.” And with one quick swoop, I take him into my throat. His strangled groan lightens my chest. With my hands and mouth, I give him pleasure.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Ty

  Dear God. AnnaBeth’s mouth is heaven.

  She thinks I’m the one with skills. I mean I am skilled, but sweet mercy. Where did she learn to suck dick?

  She knows exactly the right tempo and her hands are holding me just right. The combination of her hands and mouth have me ready to burst.

  I refuse to lose it like this. I’m not. I’ve waited too long to have her again. I didn’t think we’d ever get back here. I’m not coming from a blow job.

  What a fucking blow job though…

  Reaching down, I gently pull her up. She releases her suction on my cock and looks at me with a question on her face. I shake my head as I help her slither up my body.

  My cock is so hard and I can feel the pre-cum sliding between our bodies as she glides up my frame. She smiles at me and her lips are swollen from her ministrations. With one quick move, I flip her and kiss her as I settle between her thighs. She sighs into my mouth as she rubs against me and creates dangerous friction.

  I’m seconds from sliding home, when I remember. SHIT! Mother fucker!

  Pulling back slightly, I ask, “Do you have protection, AnnaBeth?”

  Her eyes are wide as she watches me for a second. Her hands slide up and down my stomach and I shiver in awareness.

  She needs to tell me where the condoms are… now.

  I see the nerves on her face. Shit! She doesn’t have protection.

  Part of me is thrilled at what this means, but the other part of me is irate at the thought that we’ll have to stop.

  She says softly, “There are some in the nightstand… but, I’m on the pill, Ty. I… I’m safe.”

  She’s safe?! Of course she’s safe.

  Is she asking me to take her with nothing between us?

  My face must show my indecision. She pulls back slightly and the hurt on her face pulls at my chest. Leaning down, I kiss her lightly before I ask, “AnnaBeth, what are you saying?”

  She sighs and looks away. “Nothing. Nevermind. The condoms are right there.”

  I don’t want her thinking whatever she’s thinking.

  “Princess, look at me.” She turns to me and her eyes are glistening. “Hey, don’t cry. There’s no reason for you to cry.” Her tears are killing me. “Hey, it’s not that I don’t want to have you with nothing between us. Don’t think that. If that’s why you’re upset, it’s not that. Ok?”

  She nods, but she looks unconvinced.

  Shit! I’m such a hypocrite. I’m going to have to explain myself.

  Dammit! You’re an idiot, Ty!

  With a sigh, I lean back and sit on the bed. Her c
onfusion and anxiety are written all over her face as she hurriedly reaches for the sheet at her feet and wraps it tightly around herself.

  I shake my head and smile at her to try to calm her. I have no idea what she’s thinking right now, but I bet it’s not good. My hand rises and cups her cheek of its own accord. She turns into it.

  She whispers, “I don’t understand what’s happening, Ty. Are you… Do you—Do you not want to…”

  I shake my head adamantly. “No. I know you don’t understand.” Sighing, I reach over with my other hand and twine our fingers. She looks down and her brow creases with a frown.

  She asks, “What? What’s going on? Just tell me.” The confusion on her face is killing me. “Are you not wanting to jump back into sex?” She sounds really anxious. “Or, are you realizing that you don’t want this… don’t want me… after all?”

  What? She thinks I’m rejecting her because I don’t actually want her?!

  Does she really think that?!

  I frown into the night and look out the window before turning back to her. She looks lost.

  SHIT!

  Ok, just tell her why.

  With a resigned sigh, I jump in. “AnnaBeth, I asked you about fucking Stanton. I shouldn’t have and it wasn’t really my business, but I wanted to know. I had to know. I couldn’t not know.” She nods. I hurry on with my explanation. “The thing is… when things ended before, well, there were a few weeks where I… Well, I sowed some oats.”

  I pause while I look at her and wait for her reaction.

  She grimaces. “You’re saying you had sex?”

  I nod. “I did. I slept with a lot of women.”

  She glares at me and purses her lips before she looks away. She pulls her hands from mine and starts picking at the sheets. Finally she faces me again. “How many is a lot, Ty?”

  Um… How many? Shit, I don’t know the answer to that. It’s a lot though. I’m about to lose this… She’s going to tell me to leave.

  You have to be honest though.

  SHIT!

  Taking her hands, I hold them lightly as I take a deep breath. I say as clearly as I can, “I honestly don’t know.” Her hands jerk back again and she wipes them on the sheets. My chest cracks at the action. She’s just staring at me in disbelief. “I don’t know a number. It was quite a few though. I was hurting and well, I screwed my way through a month.” I’m still watching her. Her face scrunches up in distaste. “I’m not proud of it and the guys eventually called me out on it because it wasn’t actually helping me anyway. I felt disgusting every night. I’d shower and strip my sheets every single night when they’d leave.”