I slink my way across the floor back to the pole feeling his heated gaze caress my shoulders. I get a grasp on the pole climbing to the top, but this time I flip upside down and gracefully slide, pausing halfway down. I spin down a bit further. I pause again and scissors kick my legs before making my way to the floor. My eyes break from Tyler’s hold briefly, as I turn right side up and spin around the pole a few more times.
Back on the floor, I move my hips to the music. Grabbing a cane from the side of the stage I start stalking my way towards the end where Tyler is standing, watching me, watching him. He better be careful what he wishes for. The way he is raking his eyes all over my body feels like he is fucking me right here, right now, on this stage in front of everyone, and I love every second of it. Being on this stage is a rush I never imagined feeling. I take the cane and poke him in the chest with the tip, giving him a naughty grin.
The song cuts, and I make my exit. I go into the dancer’s lounge to come down from the high I am feeling from my performance. I take a drink from my bottled water, that performance left me parched. As some of the girls are telling me what a great job I done, Tyler bursts through the door and orders everyone out. I start to follow the girls out the door. I am the last one to reach the exit and Tyler.
He looks like a rabid animal. Appearing as though he is a lion ready to devour his prime meat. He jerks me back into the room. “Not you.” he growls as he grabs a chair shoving it under the door handle to jam the door.
Jerking my body into his, allowing me to feel how hard his cock is for me, he breathes out the word, “Sugar.”
I should walk away, but the adrenaline from being on stage is still coursing through my veins.
Fisting his hands in my hair, he pulls my mouth to his. His tongue darts through the parting of my lips, as he rips the mask from my face. I feel like he is sucking the very breath from my lungs, and I want to give every last puff of air in me to him.
He licks his way down my throat, tasting my sweat. I can’t catch my breath.
“Mmm, you even taste like an early morning rain,” Tyler whispers as his mouth closes in on mine once more.
I start unbuttoning his shirt and slide it down his arms. Running my tongue over the smoothness of his chest I slowly trail my way down his perfect V. I peek up at him through my lashes. He has his hands crossed behind his head, rocking on his heels. Unzipping his slacks, I shove them down to his ankles. This is only about pleasing him. Wrapping my red nails around the base of his shaft, I gradually rake my teeth up his length. He shudders and a deep, primal growl rips from his throat. He rocks himself into my mouth, his hands latching into my hair at the roots and he steadies my head, guiding me to the pace he enjoys.
I lick his perfect cock from base to tip. Slow then fast. I repeat the motion. I can feel him getting close to his orgasm as I suck down harder until the head of his cock reaches the back of my throat.
Gently, Tyler pulls out of my mouth before he brings me up from my knees, shoving me face forward over the back of the sofa. Pulling my boy shorts down, he kicks my feet apart, and rips my fishnets straight down the seam that runs over my bare ass. Running his fingers over my hard nub he smacks my clit. “Always ready,” he whispers in my ear, dipping his finger inside my wet pussy. Sticking his finger in my mouth as he presses against me, I lick my arousal from his thick digit. Repeating the motion, he savors my taste on his lips. Pulling my head backwards with force he bites the shell of my ear.
He keeps teasing the crack of my ass with the head of his dick and it’s driving me insane.
“Please, Tyler! Fuck my pussy,” I beg, knowing I sound desperate. I am, I’m so desperate for him to fuck me again.
He smacks me on my ass, giving a slight sting to my cheeks. Pulling my hair harder he growls, “Please fuck who’s pussy?”
“Please, Tyler fuck your pussy,” I pant. I can’t believe the words that are coming out of my mouth, I’ve never been one for dirty talk.
He thrusts into me deep. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grits in my ear.
I roll my hips with each thrust taking him deeper inside. His balls smack against my ass. The club is packed and the music is playing, but all I can hear is the slick sounds of our skin pounding against each other. He jerks his dick out of me, spilling the ink of his passion across my back and down the crack of my ass. That’s twice we’ve screwed around without a condom, I can’t let it happen again. Screwing around and being careless is what landed me in the position I’m in today.
Tyler takes some tissues and cleans his come from my skin. I am still trying to catch my breath as he wipes away the evidence of our tryst.
The force of what we just did claws its way to the surface of my conscious. “Tyler, did we really just fuck at work?”
“Whatever the consequences, it was worth it sugar.”
“Look at me.” I wave my hands over my disheveled appearance. “I can’t go back out there like this!” I start to panic. “I’m sure everyone knows what we were in here doing.”
“No, they don’t. Here.” He opens up a cabinet I have never noticed before. It is full of club clothes.
“Have you done this…before?” I suddenly feel cheap, used even.
“Well, you know that I have,” he teases. “With you a few weeks back. I know I didn’t imagine what happened that night. I still have the picture to prove it.”
“No, I mean here, have you fucked someone else here, before, in this room?” Steam is about ready to blow from my ears.
“What gave you that idea?” he scoffs at me as if he’s the one offended.
“Never mind.” I shake my head. I should have known better, but I allowed myself to get caught up in the moment. I was caught up in Tyler’s attention.
Luckily, I find a bustier similar to the one that I was wearing. My hose on the other hand are a complete loss though. I glance at myself in the mirror.
“Hell, I look rode hard and put out to dry.” I try to wipe the smeared lipstick from the edge of my mouth.
Approaching me from behind, Tyler tilts my head at an angle, kissing me with ownership. “We’ll continue this later,” he promises and warns, all in the same sentence.
I’ve really fucked up now. I played with fire, and now I am going to get burned.
Chapter Seven
“You slut, where in the hell have you been? You smell like sex! You bitch, you’re not walking away from this conversation, this time.” Erin is up in my face wanting to know all the dirty details.
“Yes,” I hiss at her. “Now hush, before someone hears you!”
“Girl, everyone, and I mean everyone here knows that you two have it bad for each other. In fact, some of the dancers were betting how long it would take.”
“Shut up. Nooo they weren’t. You lie.” I look at her, horrified.
“Gotcha.” She winks walking back to her tables.
The rest of the night I feel paranoid like everyone is staring at me. I just know that I am going to be fired. It really sucks, because the money I can make here is great. I don’t know what I am doing with Tyler. I like him a lot, but I can’t give him all of me. Not to mention he doesn’t know the situation with Brian. Hell, Brian doesn’t even know.
The way Tyler makes me feel scares me, I never even felt this way with Brian. It was a different longing, he was familiar and Tyler is new and exciting—dangerous even.
Thankfully, our indiscretion at work isn’t spoken of. Either no one knows or they don’t care. Well, other than Erin. I just want to get out of these clothes and to take a long, steaming bubble bath.
Making it home, I walk in to find Jace and Faye asleep together in the recliner. There is a note from Caroline that she fed Jace dinner and bathed him. She is so good to me. I pick Jace up, careful not to wake him and get him tucked into his bed. I try gently to wake Faye and she doesn’t respond. A hard lump forms in my throat. I shake her shoulder with a little more force.
“What, what is it,” she mumbles. The cancer has
taken such a toll on her, in body and mind.
Letting out a sigh of relief, I tell her, “Just thought you might want to go get in your bed is all.”
“No, now I am awake, how was work?” She stretches wiping her eyes with a yawn.
“Good.” I blush thinking back to Tyler and all the ways he touched me.
“What’s that grin about?” She perks her wrinkled brows up at me.
“Nothing, it was a really great night.” I can’t stop smiling.
“Your father called me earlier.”
“You talked to Jim?”
“Yeah Aria, just because we got divorced don’t mean we don’t talk. We were talking about my final arrangements. Now I know you don’t like to talk about it, but is important, so your dad is helping me get some things in order for when the time comes. I don’t want anything falling on Bender’s shoulders, he has enough chaos in his life.”
With her words, I am brought back down to earth. My happy mood is crushed.
“Your dad also mentioned Brian coming by his house when he was last in town. You need to just tell him the truth Aria. If he finds out from anyone other than you it is going to be that much worse.” She slowly rises from her chair and gives me a knowing hug. Her words crush me and the guilt comes rolling back like a freight train striking me in the heart.
I let the flood of tears break through the cracked walls that have been holding my emotions in. I cry for Brian, the time I stole from him and Jace. More tears fall for Tyler. I am scared to feel too much for someone who I can’t have. I cry the hardest for my mom, as she stands in her fragile state holding me up. The thought that I may not have much time left in this life with her scares the shit out of me. She begins talking a lot about death and the all wrongs she has made in her life and how she needs to right them.
“I wasn’t a good mom to you Aria, I gave you terrible advice. It weighs heavily on me.”
“Just don’t. I don’t want to talk about it right now. We’ve made our peace,” I plead with her to drop this conversation.
“Aria…” she starts, but stops, knowing not to push me right now.
I can’t handle this conversation right now. Making the excuse of being hungry, I avoid the rest of the discussion. Truth is, I couldn’t eat now even if I wanted to. I busy myself in the kitchen until I am sure she has turned in for the night. Finally, I am able to sink down into a warm bath and escape my troubles for a while.
I can’t get Tyler and Brian out of my head. When I crawl into bed, I keep seeing both of their faces disappointed in me, hating me, telling me I’m a horrible mother.
At some point I drift to sleep, but not for long.
Jace wakes me in the middle of the night; he had an accident in his bed. Shit! I forgot to put his pull up on him. He has an occasional accident if he has too much water before bedtime. I throw his bedding in the wash and put him in my bed after getting him cleaned up.
I can’t go back to sleep, so I sit in the kitchen drinking coffee while the sun comes up.
Tyler sends me a “good morning sugar tits text” and asks if Jace and I would like to meet him for breakfast.
Seeing my son’s name in the same line with sugar tits is so wrong, I laugh to myself as I get Jace up, dress him for the day, and throw his bedding in the dryer. We meet up with Tyler at a diner near Jace’s daycare, so I can drop him off on my way to work. Jace lights up when he sees Tyler waiting for us in a booth and takes off running for him.
“Hey, little man. Give me five.” He holds his hand out for Jace to smack. Jace gives him all he’s got; Tyler draws his hand back shaking it like it hurt.
“Ouch, that stung a bit Jace. You are so strong. What’s your mom been feeding you, nails?”
Jace looks at Tyler, giving that familiar lopsided grin, making my heart skip a beat. Will he have this connection with Brian when they meet? Tyler gives me a wink, and Jace insists on sitting beside of him.
“Sure you don’t mind?” I don’t want him to think I am trying to get to him through Jace.
“Why wouldn’t I want to sit beside my favorite all star? This kid is going to be one hell of a ball player. Does he get that from you?”
“Definitely not.” I shake my head. “He’s a lot like his D-A-D.”
Tyler frowns but doesn’t say anything.
The waitress brings us our menus. Jace decides to be a stinker and start climbing down out of his seat and going underneath the table.
“Jace,” I say with I clipped tone, “get your rear in a seat and park it.” He’s not having it, and starts laughing. Giving me a “ha-ha, I don’t think so,” smirk.
“Hey Jace, if you be good and listen to your mom, I will take you back to the park sometime. If that’s all right with her.” Jace instantly gets up out of the floor and sits like he is the best behaved kid ever.
We place our orders and talk a little about Faye and what the doctors say about her health until our food arrives. I skillfully nibble my strawberries, drawing Tyler’s attention to my berry stained pout.
He leans across the table. “I’ve got something that would taste better between your lips.” I give him a flirty grin and continue to seduce his senses with my berries.
I give Jace my phone to play with after he finishes his eggs and bacon, he loves listening to music on it.
“So, where is his D-A-D?” Tyler whispers across the table to me. I take a deep breath. His question catches me off guard. No one knows that Brian is Jace’s dad other than my parents and Caroline. I usually avoid the topic when people ask. But I really like Tyler, and I can’t bring myself to lie to him too.
“We were childhood sweethearts. I have known him since grade school. Things were great between us. I hope this conversation isn’t awkward. I like you a lot, but I don’t know if what we’re doing is more than just S-E-X.”
“For now, just be honest. I don’t know where this is headed. You know I wasn’t looking to get involved, but I can’t shake these feelings for you. I told you, Aria, I’m not going anywhere.”
I give Jace some quarters to play the pinball machine in the corner, to allow Tyler and me a moment to talk without his nosy ears listening in.
“Well, Brian Case is his name. You may have actually heard of him if you are into sports.”
He takes a drink of his coffee nearly choking. “As in the baseball player? So, why isn’t he in the picture? Did he walkout on you?”
“Yes, I am getting to that and no.” He gives me a confused look. “Brian was getting ready to leave for college. It had always been his dream to play for Louisville, and his dream was coming true. I didn’t want a family to stand in his way.”
“So, you just didn’t tell him.” His nose is scrunched as he looks at me, his expression is somewhere between a scowl and a frown.
“No, I didn’t, but I am going to tell him soon. He used to like to drink a lot and he could have a bit of a temper.”
“Did he hurt you? I swear if he has ever hurt you.” He balls his fist on the table.
I take his hands in mine, rubbing my fingers over his knuckles. “No, he hurt himself more than he ever hurt me. He never put his hands on me.”
“That’s really fucked up,” he almost yells at me as he pulls his hands away.
“I’m a horrible person, say it. I know you are thinking it.” I feel so ashamed.
“To be honest…yeah. I kind of am. I mean, Aria, that is a big thing not to tell someone. I want to try to understand it without judging you too harshly. I mean, I can understand not wanting a kid around someone who drinks a lot. You don’t know a lot about my world. It isn’t pretty, but still—when you love someone you try to help them, you don’t turn your back on them.”
Looking at the clock, I am going to be late if I don’t leave right now. “Can we finish this later? I am going to be late if I don’t get Jace to daycare.”
“Yeah, no problem.” he almost sounds relieved to get away from me.
I take a few tens from my purse and try t
o hand them to Tyler for mine and Jace’s food, but he refuses.
He stands, giving me a stiff kiss on the cheek, his facial scruff rubs me as raw as I feel. He thinks I am a horrible bitch. I can’t really blame him. “This is why you don’t date Aria!” God, I could kick my own ass.
After buckling Jace into his seat, I take few deep breathes. It really hurts for Tyler to think so poorly of me. A tear slips down my face. I turn to get in my car when Tyler suddenly twists me around facing him.
“Don’t do that!” he barks his words at me as his stormy eyes rage into mine.
“Do what?” I wipe the teardrop that is trickling down my face.
“Don’t beat yourself up over the past.” He runs his finger down my face, traveling the path of my tear. “You’re an amazing person. I’m sure whatever the reasons are behind your choices, you made them with good intentions.”
I look into the depths of his eyes. I lick my lips, begging him to take the invitation to kiss me. God, I just want him to kiss me right now! To feel his warm full lips taking me hostage and never letting me go. That’s what I want right now, standing in this busy parking lot. I want to forget all my wrongdoings and just be his. I want him to be mine. The thought of it terrifies me because I should want to be Brian’s.
My thoughts should be about giving Jace the family he deserves with his dad. But instead, my heart is opening to someone else. Someone who holds the power to crush my heart and consume every part of me. The idea of being with Tyler, really being with him, not just his occasional fuck, makes butterflies take full flight in my stomach. I part my lips as he bends his face slowly to mine. His tongue begins tracing the outline of my pout. His warm tongue begins massaging mine. First the kiss is tender and sweet, but then it turns into something else completely. It turns into a fever pitch of want and desire. He could take me right here in this parking lot against my car, if Jace weren’t with me.
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