Only Tyler

by Jess Dee

  “Of course it felt great.” Her breasts were squashed against the powerful wall of his chest, and her stomach rested atop his washboard abs. She seriously doubted anything in life felt better than this.

  “Comfortable, huh?” he said. “A couch made for two.”

  “Let me up, you idiot.” She laughed. “Everyone’s staring.”

  “Sure they are. They’re thinking the couch looks fantastic. The store owner’s going to want to give us commission after this.”

  He didn’t have a clue what he did to her. Didn’t realize that her heart crashed into her ribs and air stuck in her lungs, nor that the couch was the last thing on her mind. Her thoughts were fixed solely on the points where their bodies met. On the heat that crept straight from his chest through the silk of her shirt to permeate every pore of her skin.

  She looked down at him. Stared into his eyes. Her breath caught as the urge to kiss him forced its way into conscious thought. The urge to press her mouth against his and taste the hot promise he hid behind his lips.

  “Go on, my sweet,” he whispered, as blood drummed through her veins, roaring in her ears. “Do it.”

  It was too much, his invitation too tempting. Her lips parted and her hands quivered. She closed her eyes.

  “Buy the couch.”

  She’d bought two. Shaken from their close encounter, she’d allowed him to talk her into it. At that point if he’d encouraged her to jump off the Harbour Bridge, she would have.

  Now, three years later, he was sound asleep on the very couch she’d almost jumped him on at the shop. The very couch, that a year after purchasing, they’d made love on repeatedly. He still looked just as good on it. The need to lower her head and brush his lips with hers, to meld her mouth to his, was just as potent now as it had been then.

  Katie turned and ran out of the living room.

  FOUR

  The voices woke him. Low sounds coming from the other side of the house. Soft feminine laughter and a deeper chuckle. He sat up, rubbed a hand over his eyes and took a minute to orient himself. Where was he? The bed was unfamiliar. The room foreign.

  Then he remembered. He wasn’t on a bed at all. He was in Sydney, in Katie’s lounge room to be specific. A room he hadn’t been in for over two years. How long had he slept? The clock on the DVD told him it was seven-thirty. In the night or the morning?

  Night. It was dark outside. He must have passed out and slept for about three hours. Damn. He’d intended to see out the day in a sluggish haze and get a good night’s rest. Combat the jet lag immediately. Not going to happen.

  Great, now he could anticipate yet another sleepless night.

  He followed the sound of the laughter to the kitchen and immediately wished he hadn’t. Steve was there, leaning against the countertop. Katie was there too, leaning into Steve. His arms were wrapped around her waist, her hands were hooked around his neck.

  Pain! Christ, it was unbearable. It tore through his gut and burned his chest.

  “So what did you do?” Steve asked, his attention focused on his bride-to-be.

  “What do you think? I told her there was no point in taking the pregnancy test. Then I gave her a brief lesson in sex education.”

  Steve threw his head back and laughed. “If I’d known she had an appointment today, I would have warned you about her.”

  “That’s okay.” Katie smiled as she looked into his eyes. It was a full smile, uninhibited yet private. A smile meant only for Steve. “I’ll make sure and schedule one of Ron Waters regular appointments to coincide with the next time I take a day off. Consider it payback.”

  Steve looked horrified. “No fair. I object.”

  Tyler couldn’t bear it. He couldn’t tolerate the intimacy of their embrace, nor the familiarity of their repartee. He couldn’t stand how excluded he was from their lives, nor how damned good they looked together. Taking a step backward, he staggered out of the kitchen.

  What did you expect, Bonnard? They’re engaged.

  It didn’t matter. There was only one man Tyler imagined Katie touching, hugging, loving and it wasn’t his friend, goddamn it.

  He stormed into the bathroom to throw some cold water on his face. The shock of the chilly drenching jolted substantially less than the sight of Katie in another man’s arms.

  This time when he walked towards the kitchen he gave his friends fair warning of his arrival. “Something’s smelling good,” he called out.

  “Anybody in here?” He stuck his head around the door and breathed a silent sigh of relief to see Katie open the oven and Steve take plates out of a cupboard.

  “Well, good morning.” Katie smiled at him. A platonic smile that reminded him of their earlier years. Their innocent years. “I was beginning to think you’d sleep straight through the night.”

  Little chance of that. Especially now, since every time he closed his eyes, he knew he’d envision Katie in his friend’s arms. He shrugged, partly to throw off the tension the thought provoked and partly in response to her comment. “Guess I was more tired than I thought. I just wanted to rest my eyes for a minute.”

  “Jet lag,” Katie said. “You’ll get over it in a couple of days.” She looked remarkably composed for someone who’d just made out with her fiancé. Except for the telltale spots of color in her cheeks.

  His gaze lingered on the faint blush, and he couldn’t help but remember the way color flooded her face and neck during sex. How the light stain around her neck lingered long after the pleasure of her orgasm subsided.

  Did she flush like that for Steve? Christ, he hoped not!

  “You up for dinner?” Steve asked Tyler, and gave a conspiratorial smile, making him shameful of his lascivious thoughts. “Kate picked up a lasagna and salad on her way home.”

  “Always,” Tyler answered, although his earlier trip to the kitchen had effectively killed his appetite.

  He helped his friends set the table, and they sat down to eat.

  Tyler’s first course consisted of two scotches, straight up. He strongly suspected he wouldn’t make it through the rest of this evening without a little assistance. He swallowed each drink in a couple of sips. Then he had another with his dinner, and a fourth for dessert.

  Katie, he couldn’t help but notice, matched him drink for drink.

  At least the alcohol helped loosen him up a little. Katie too. By the time they tucked into the lasagna, the conversation flowed freely and laughter filled the room. Aside from the few obvious changes, Tyler was home.

  “I brought you something from London.” His voice was soft.

  Katie leaned heavily against the front door she’d just closed. Her head swam from the whisky, and her knees wobbled unsteadily.

  Steve had gone home. Although he usually spent a couple nights a week at her place, they’d both decided three adults sleeping in her small house might be a bit much. Katie wasn’t sure if she was relieved or distraught. The idea of sharing a bed with Steve while Tyler slept in the room next door was more than a little unsettling. At least if Steve were around there would be no time to think about Tyler. On the other hand, with Tyler around, there’d be no way she could focus on Steve in bed.

  Urgh! It did her head in.

  Steve’s departure left her and Tyler alone. The last time Tyler had been with her, in her house, at night, alone, they’d spent maybe ten minutes of it out of bed.

  No! She would not think about that now. What was, was. Finished.

  Right now, Tyler, her old buddy, stood five meters away telling her he’d brought her something from overseas, and she needed to concentrate. Hmm, he’d bought her a present? From London?

  The only thing she’d ever wanted from London was Tyler. Even if he presented himself to her now, gift-wrapped with a bow which he didn’t it was too late.

  She was engaged to someone else. “That wasn’t necessary,” she said with a thick tongue.

  “Yeah, he answered. It was.”

  She squinted at the two Tylers standing across th
e room. Drinking all that scotch probably wasn’t the smartest move she could have made tonight. Having all her wits about her would have been a considerable asset if she had to sleep in the same house as him.

  Hang on. He’d said the gift was necessary? Why? Because he wanted to make amends?

  She was certain she’d only questioned him in her head. From the dismayed look on Tyler’s face, she realized she must have voiced her thoughts out loud.

  Ah, crap! She hadn’t meant to bring up the past. If she could just stay firmly fixed on the present she’d be able to get through the next few weeks with Tyler staying with her.

  “Don’t worry about it, Ty. I don’t need gifts to make things better.”

  Shit! She hadn’t meant to say that out loud either. It was the alcohol. It had to be. No way she’d say anything if she hadn’t downed all those blasted drinks.

  She made her way to the living room and plonked herself on the couch, aware she’d placed her butt in the exact same place Tyler’s had been this afternoon. She swore she could still feel his warmth seeping from the cushion.

  He followed her into the room, sat before her on the coffee table and pressed his knees against hers. “Katie?”

  Heat raced up her thighs and settled between her legs.

  He waited until she met his eyes before he spoke. “I didn’t get you a present to make amends.” His voice softened. “I got it because I missed you.”

  “Missed me?” She could hear the animosity in her voice, yet she couldn’t stop it. The scotch and the thrill of the physical contact combined to make her lightheaded. “Gosh, and all this time I thought you’d forgotten about me.”

  Unlike her, who hadn’t forgotten one damn thing. Who hadn’t forgotten that even the most innocent touch of knee against knee could stir up the amorous beast in her.

  Two years. She’d gone two years without uttering a single nasty word about him. Now that they were finally alone for the first time in twenty-four months, she couldn’t seem to think of one single decent thing to say.

  Unfortunately, the need and the hunger and the desire were all still there in spades, but the will to hold a pleasant conversation was gone.

  She wanted to inflict pain. Deep, endless pain, just like he’d inflicted on her.

  His eyes darkened. Or maybe the drink blurred her vision.

  Whatever, his reply was unmistakable. “I never forgot you. Not for one minute of one day that passed.”

  Okay, that took her by surprise. Hmm, how could she respond?

  Oooh, yeah, she had a killer comeback.

  “So, Ty. Did Steve ask you to be his best man?” Good one, Katie. Go for the jugular.

  She didn’t bother waiting for an answer. “He’s going to. If you refuse, I think maybe I’ll ask you to walk me down the aisle. Just for a laugh. It would be hilarious, don’t you think, if you were the one who gave me away?”

  A muscle worked in his jaw. “Yeah, Katie. It would be a real hoot.

  For all of us.”

  What was he so uptight about? Oops, hang on. She hiccupped. “I forgot. You already gave me away. Two years ago.”

  “You’re drunk.” It wasn’t a criticism, merely a statement.

  “You think?”

  “I think we should call it a night. Go to bed.”

  “Together?” She feigned shock. Although the pretense wasn’t too difficult.

  The very thought sent her stomach lurching into deep space. “Well, gosh, Ty, what do you think Steve would say about that?”

  Was that a smile on his face? If so, it was the most rueful smile she’d ever seen.

  Rueful. She rolled the word over in her head. Rueful. Rue-ful. Roo-full. Was that actually a word? Had she actually just thought Ty’s smile looked roo-full? She giggled. Ty had a roo-full smile.

  “Come on.” He stood. “I’ll help you to your room.”

  Her mouth dried instantly. Any laughter left in her stilled. The zip of his jeans was at eye level. All she need do was lean forward slightly and she could nuzzle her face into his groin. God, she wanted to. She wanted to so bad, she could almost feel the soft, faded denim against her lips. Could almost taste the cool metal of his fly between her teeth.

  The scent of his desire filled her nose, musky and masculine. Or maybe it was the drink again, teasing her.

  Silence filled the room, punctuated only by the roaring rush of blood in her ears.

  She continued to stare at him, and licked her lips.

  “Katie” His voice was gruff. Soft.

  She lifted her eyes to look into his. The chocolaty brown irises, usually laced with gold flecks, were hooded and dark. The longing she saw hidden in them left her breathless.

  Her gaze dropped again, took in the fabric straining across his rising erection.

  Shit, she shouldn’t be looking there. Lift your head, Katie. He doesn’t belong to you anymore.

  “Katie,” he whispered again.

  You don’t belong to him.

  She was trapped like a deer in headlights, staring blindly at the oncoming danger. She couldn’t move, couldn’t look away. “I’m drunk,” she thought out loud. It didn’t stop the warm moisture seeping onto her panties.

  “Plastered,” Tyler agreed above her.

  The scotch sang through her veins. Bed suddenly seemed like a good idea. Her head turned to cotton wool, and her thoughts were a jumbled mess. I think I need to go to my room. She stared at his erection and heard the scotch sing a little louder. Alone.

  “Give me your hand.” He offered her his. “I’ll help you.”

  “Don’t be silly,” she insisted. “I can get to my room myself.” The faster the better. Before she did something stupid, like reach out and nibble the denim-covered dick.

  She stood, a little too quickly, and the room spun. Had Tyler not been there to catch her, she would have lurched forward on two unsteady legs. He scooped her up, one arm around her neck, the other below her knees, and headed effortlessly towards her room.

  His chest was hard and warm, and pressed up against the side of her breast.

  She honestly, honestly didn’t mean to do it he wasn’t Steve. He wasn’t her fiancé. Nevertheless, she turned slightly and snuggled into him. Breathed him in. The alcohol and his closeness befuddled her senses. All she could think was that he smelled yummy. So damn yummy.

  She sighed as he lowered her to her bed. “Ty?”

  Would he undress her? Remove her clothing piece by slow, torturous piece, like he used to?

  “Yeah, Katie.” He sat beside her, took her foot in his hand and pulled off her shoe.

  Would she let him remove the rest? “What present did you get me?”

  He lifted her other foot and tugged off the shoe. “I’ll show you tomorrow. I think you’ll like it.”

  “Ty?” she asked again as he pulled the doona out from under her.

  That was it?

  No more clothes coming off?

  He drew the duvet over her body, tucking it under her chin, so she was cocooned within it. “Yeah, Katie?”

  “Why’d you come home?” She couldn’t keep her eyes open. Her lids dragged, heavy as concrete.

  “I told you,” Tyler whispered as he leaned over and kissed her forehead. “I came back for you.”

  The last thing she heard before she nodded off was the soft click of the bedroom door closing.

  FIVE

  When Katie awoke the next morning, the house was deserted. She

  found a note on the kitchen counter.

  ‘Out with Steve.

  Lunch at Pompeii, 12:30 (Steve’s instructions).

  T

  PS: hope hangover isn’t too serious.’

  Well, no. It wasn’t too bad. The slightest movement jarred, in much the same way a screw drilled into the skull might, and the blinding sunlight burned holes through to her eye sockets, but otherwise she was fine. Tyler really shouldn’t have worried.

  Besides, the hangover was an easier burden to bear than the humiliati
on of her behavior. She owed Tyler a gigantosaurus apology.

  That’s it. Last night was officially the last time Katie would ever drink scotch again.

  So pizza with Steve and Tyler. Just like old times. Her stomach heaved. Was it the thought of food, or the prospect of once again sitting at a table with her past and present lovers that shook the contents of her belly?

  That’s when she noticed the gift. It was wrapped in brown paper and purple ribbon. The present Ty had gotten for her because he’d missed her. She picked it up and stared at it for a long time. She’d missed him too. Every single day he was gone.

  Carefully, so as not to tear the paper, she pulled at the sticky tape and gently unwrapped the present. As soon as the gift lay exposed in her hands, memories came crashing back. Again. She played the scene in her head like a movie.

  “Your place looks like a bomb hit it. What’s going on?” Tyler asked as he walked into her new home.

  “I’ve lost my book,” she answered, distracted.

  “Which one?”

  “Pride and Prejudice.”

  Tyler glanced around the room, lifted a cushion off the couch.

  “Hardcover or paperback?”

  “Hardcover. But it’s no use looking for it. It’s gone. I’ve searched the house from top to bottom. It’s not here.” Katie shook her head gloomily.

  “I’m sorry, my sweet. We can stop at a bookshop later and get you another one.”

  She glared at him, irritated. “I can’t just get another one. That book was irreplaceable.” Immediately, she regretted snapping. “I’m sorry. It’s not your fault it’s lost. My mum gave it to me when I turned fifteen,” she explained. “Just like her mom gave it to her. It wasn’t just mine. It was all of ours. She frowned. A new book wouldn’t be the same.”

  The book Katie held in her hands wasn’t new. But it was Pride and Prejudice.

  A beautiful, leather-trimmed copy of her most favorite story. She stared at it in disbelief. It had to be an antique.

  She flipped the cover open. 1898. Good grief. Over one hundred years old, and in almost perfect condition. Wherever had Tyler found it?

  Then she saw the inscription.