by Amy Roe
Cory is right. His wife of over twenty years is lying to him and practically showing her ass on the dance floor in a bar full of men who would gladly take her home. In comparison, I’m dealing with minor shit.
“All right, I hear you.”
I keep my thoughts to myself as the girls order another round of drinks that they need about as much as they need a hole in their heads. Shortly after returning to their table and all at once, they throw their arms into the air and run to the dance floor again.
“I’m going to get a beer.” Cory passes in front of me, walking toward the bar. He finds an empty stool on the end.
When the bartender sets two beers in front of him, I take the seat beside him and take several satisfying long swallows before I turn back to the girls.
“Oh, shit.” I nudge Cory as I take notice of a group of guys dancing next to them.
We both watch as the guys dance close to our women. What’s fucked up is that the girls continue shaking their asses, not even attempting to move. I’m sickened, watching Truly dance with another man plastered to her back.
All the shit she said to me over the past week, all the plans we made, were all for nothing. This is what she’s doing behind my back. Really though, what do I expect? I barely fucking know her anymore. I’ve known her for a long time, but I don’t know her well. We’ve spent very little time together, and everything is based on sex anyway. Always has been.
If it weren’t for Cory, I would leave now. I have no interest in seeing her hook up. I turn away from her and motion for the bartender.
I order two shots, and Cory and I down them as soon as they are set down in front of us. As we slam the glasses down and look back to the girls, we both stand to our feet.
There’s a commotion on the dance floor. I try to make sense of what’s going on. Truly has her hands on one of the guy’s chest, and Ali is on her tiptoes in the other’s face. Lissa is trying to squeeze her way between them all.
Cory and I look at each other and then start toward them. I might be pissed, but I’ll be damned if I let anyone fuck with them. The girls are yelling and pointing in the guys’ faces, and just before we make it to them, the girls storm off in the opposite direction toward the restrooms.
Cory shoulder-checks one of the guys as he tries to step around us. “What the fuck is going on, guys?”
I step in front of the other one, blocking him from leaving. “They didn’t look too happy with you guys.”
“Who the hell are you? And what do you care? Mind your business.” Cory’s new friend is too drunk to be as cocky as he is, especially considering how pissed off Cory is right now.
Cory snatches the asshole up by his shirt and shakes him. “She is my fucking business.”
“Fuck,” the guy groans.
“Yeah, fuck is right, buddy. Now, tell me what happened here,” Cory demands.
“I’m fucked up, dude. I didn’t mean anything. I was just trying to have a good time.”
Cory shakes the guy again.
He starts talking, “Stop, man. Damn.”
Cory loosens his grip.
“She said she was married, and I’m just fucking fucked up. I’m sorry, man.”
Cory’s so confused right now that he doesn’t know how to react. He shoves the guy and lets go of his shirt, sending him sailing across the dance floor.
Before I can get my hands on him to hold him back, Cory is on top of the guy, delivering a lip-busting punch in the mouth.
I grab him from behind and pull him up. “Let’s go, Cory.” I guide him toward the restroom and away from the drunk asshole laid out.
Just as I look in the direction where the girls ran off, I see none other than Katie Brooks headed into the ladies’ room. This is all I fucking need right now. I yell after her, but she pays me no mind.
Just as we make it to the restroom, the door opens, and Katie flies out, slamming into the wall. No doubt thrown out by one of the girls.
Standing square in front of Katie, I lose my cool. “Stay the fuck away from her. I mean it.” I refrain from getting in her face, but she needs to understand that I’m not playing with her. “Shit is going to get real bad for you if you fuck with her, Katie.”
She glares as she slides past me and backs away, leaving.
Cory and I look at each other in disbelief.
I drop my head, exhausted with this day already. “What the fuck is going on? They are like a fucking tornado tonight.”
“Let’s get them out of here and find out.” Cory puts his hands on the restroom door and pushes it open. “Ali!” he yells into the room.
It sounds like chaos.
Ali comes barreling out and shoves past Cory and straight into me. “Asshole!” She slams her hands into my chest, catching me off guard.
I step backward and don’t bother asking what happened in there because I know. Damn it, I know exactly what happened. I throw my hands in the air because I know I deserve this. “I want to explain to her. Tell her to come out here.”
“Fuck you, Tyler. You will never change!” Ali screams at me.
“Ali, please.” I grab her shoulders. “You’re going to believe Katie and not even let me explain?”
Ali catches sight of Cory. He looks at her like a wounded puppy. Suddenly, I’m forgotten.
Just then, the door opens again, and a tearful Truly walks out, wrapped in Lissa’s arms. I step to Truly’s side.
Truly is quick to warn me, “Get away from me, Tyler.”
“Truly, let me explain. Please.”
She stops and looks me in the face. “Don’t worry about it, Ty. You don’t owe me an explanation.” Her voice is weak, and her eyes are swollen.
I hate myself for letting that night with Katie happen, but Truly has been lying to me for a while now, too. She told me she was in New York, and here she is, just minutes away from me.
“No, I do, and I’m going to tell you.”
She smiles weakly and keeps walking past me.
I take a few big steps and stand in front of her again. “Truly, what are you doing in Fallport?” I look at Lissa.
She holds her hands up in defeat. “Truly, please talk to him. You two need to work your shit out. First, put me in a cab to your mom’s. I need a pillow. You people are crazy.” Lissa wants no part of this mess.
“Don’t move, Lissa. I’ll have my son see that you get home.” I quickly cross the room and explain to Rion what I need him to do.
“Lissa, this is Rion. Rion, Lissa.”
They exchange polite smiles.
“Rion, can you please see that Lissa gets back to Truly’s mom’s?”
Lissa collects a house key from Truly.
“I’m going with you guys.” Truly follows behind them.
“Are you going to let me talk to you, Truly?” I walk beside her.
“I already told you. You don’t have to explain anything to me,” she mumbles.
“I think we both have some explaining to do. What are you doing in Fallport?” I match her I-don’t-give-a-fuck tone. It’s been a long day, and I honestly don’t have the energy for a battle with her.
Once we’re in the parking lot, with Lissa and Rion far ahead of us, Truly stops walking and turns to look at me. “I’ve been at my mom’s for a week. I didn’t tell you because there were a few things I wanted to clear off my plate before we…do whatever…we’re about to do. And I didn’t want to explain any of it to you, to be perfectly honest, Tyler.”
I’m taken aback for a moment by her blatant comments. I shake my head in an effort to refocus. “Do whatever we’re about to do? You sound really excited, Tru.” I roll my eyes at her less-than-enthusiastic choice of words to describe what I thought was the beginning of our relationship.
She unapologetically shrugs her shoulders.
“Why? Why is it all or nothing? I just missed an entire week of being with you when that’s all I fucking wanted. Don’t you understand that I will gladly”—I take hold of her shoulders and mo
ve close to her so that our faces are nearly touching—“help you deal with anything, Truly? I want to help you deal with whatever is going on.”
Slowly and very deliberately, she speaks, “I didn’t tell you because I had things to take care of that have nothing to do with you. I don’t need to be rescued, and I won’t complicate your perfect little life with my drama. I’m a grown woman, Tyler, and I don’t have to check in with you.”
I let go and step back, throwing my arms in the air. “Fuck, I’ll gladly stay the hell out of your way while you deal with anything, if that’s the way you like it. As long as we are in the same room every morning when we wake up and every night when we go to bed, I’ll do whatever you want, Tru.” I might as well be begging.
She stands cold and quiet, but she’s actually listening to me, so I figure I should get the rest out.
I hold her hands because I know this is going to sting. I hate that I’m hurting her, but she’s hurting me, too.
“And, as far as Katie goes, I was drunk, and it happened.”
She pulls her hands out of mine and begins to walk away, so I grab her arm and pull her back to me.
“No, listen to me, damn it. I’m sorry. But it was once—after you left here and we had no plans on seeing each other again. I know it was wrong on so many levels, but I wanted so much more with you. I missed everything about you. It was one time, and it was so, so bad. Nobody can make me feel the way that you do. It doesn’t matter who the hell I’ve been with over the years because I always see you, and I always want to feel you. But they never feel like you. They never smell like you. And they never fucking satisfy me even close to the way you do.” Finally, I can see a glimpse of compassion in her eyes. “Before I even came to New York to get your signature on the estate paperwork I made it clear to her that it was never going to happen again, Truly, and it hasn’t. I swear that to you.”
She’s just staring at me with a blank look.
“Say something, Tru.”
She looks up at me, her big brown eyes intense. “Take me to my mom’s, please.”
I narrow my eyes in disapproval. I don’t understand why she has to be such a hard-ass.
“I see. Um…that’s it? All that I just said, and that’s it?”
“I don’t know what you want me to say.”
I suck in a deep breath. “I guess I don’t either. Where does that leave us?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t know if we will ever be able to do this without so much drama. It’s always been drama that has brought us together. I don’t want it to be drama that keeps us together. I’m too old for this shit. This is why we’ve stayed single, isn’t it? So, we don’t have to put up with someone else’s drama?” She steps away and storms off.
I yell after her, “I like your drama, Truly! As long as you come with it, I’ll take it all. But if you think for one minute that I’m going to put up with this shit for the occasional fuck, you’re sadly mistaken.”
She spins around on the gravel like a ballerina and looks at me, smiling. “I’m too much for even you, Ty.”
“Okay, Tru. If that’s how it is, then I’ll see you around. Have a good one.” I turn and storm away from her.
Fuck! I’m fed the fuck up with her dramatic poor-me bullshit.
I’m nearly to my truck in a moment. I’m ready to tear down the backcountry roads and blow off some steam.
“Wait!” she yells after me.
But I don’t stop.
The crunch of the rocks as she runs after me alerts me just before she’s at my side.
She grabs hold of the sleeve of my hoodie and pulls just as I’m reaching for the door handle. “Tyler.”
I jerk my arm hard, and she loses her grip.
“Fuck it. I’m done, Truly. Now, leave me the hell alone.”
“No, no.” She stops, squares her shoulders, and stands tall. “Let’s stop this. I didn’t mean that. I get it. I know what you want now.”
I turn, looking back at her, and I take hold of her wrist. As I spin her around and back her against my truck, I make it clear that she’s not calling the shots anymore. “What do you know about what I want? You don’t have a fucking clue what I want. We always do it your way. I’m fucking sick of your shit!” By the end of the rant, I’m yelling, and each word is clear and to the point. “Do you want to work this shit out or not?”
I press her against the back door of my pickup, wanting to kiss her but fully expecting her to resist. She doesn’t, so I take it further. I want to touch every inch of her body. I run my hands up her thighs, hiking her dress up as I go. Just like she used to, she climbs me like a tree and wraps her legs around my waist.
“Yes,” she breathes against my jaw. “I do.”
I look around and see that no one is in the parking lot. I can’t wait another second. I want her right here, right now. I tap her thigh, coaxing her to drop her legs from my waist. When she does, I continue kissing her while I unbutton my jeans. She’s frantically kissing my face and my neck, moaning my name and begging me for more. I free my hard cock and grab hold of her thigh, hiking it up over my hip. I reach into her panties and find her wet and ready for me. I push the fabric to the side and set myself at her entrance.
She’s panting, and I love the sound more than any other. We both moan as I drive my hips forward quick and hard. She grips me so tight that my vision blurs for a moment. I’ve been craving this exact moment all week, and it feels every bit as good as I knew it would. Wherever she is, is exactly where I belong. I drink her in as she cries out, louder than she should, considering we’re in a public place.
pronunciation dih-tur-muh-nit
(adj.) having fixed limits; positive; final
Truly
Tyler is more intense than ever before as he owns me up against his truck in the wide-open parking lot. His fingers dig into my ass as he pulls me closer, and each thrust fills me fuller and deeper. He squeezes me with such force that it hurts terribly.
“Stop, Ty. You’re scaring me,” I plead.
“Why?” He grabs my face, pinching my cheeks together hard, and growls against my lips. “Because you feel something? No, I’m not going to stop. Just feel it, Truly. Fucking feel this.”
He slams into me, and I yelp.
“And this,” he moans as he grips my ass even tighter now.
It hurts like a motherfucker. And I love every second of it.
“And, most of all, this.” His tongue darts past my lips and to the back of my mouth, nearly into my throat.
I can’t catch a breath, and he doesn’t care.
He knows that it isn’t the physical aspect that I’m having trouble with. I decide he’s trying to take me so far that I’m not afraid of it anymore.
I thought I had experienced every kind of sex there was to be had—sad, happy, drawn-out for days, and quickies—but none were ever as violent and angry and as advantageous as this time. And that’s exactly what this is, and while I’m shocked, I’m also incredibly satisfied.
He slides his tongue over my shoulder and up my neck, nipping my skin along the way. When his tongue reaches my earlobe, he sucks it into his mouth, releases it, and kisses my ear. It’s about all I can take.
He rests his head on my shoulder and slams himself so deep inside me once again. It is painful, and I moan in distress and turn away from Tyler, laying my cheek against the truck. As I look out over the parking lot, I notice a figure. Someone’s watching us. I still and squeeze Tyler’s shoulders, alerting him to our visitor. He doesn’t care. Even when a car enters the lot, lights shining straight on us, he continues a slow thrusting that reminds me where I need to be.
When a cars headlights light up the parking lot I’m able to make out Katie’s face as she watches us. As soon as she realizes I’ve seen her, she turns, and she is gone.
I throw my head back and let go. The cold night air burns my lungs as I gasp for breath, and the stars dance excitedly in the night sky while I try to focus on just one as I fall awa
y. Tyler buries his face in my neck and grunts as if he’s in pain while he explodes inside me. We hold each other tight for several minutes until we’ve both caught our breaths.
In a rough deep voice, he calmly speaks, “I’m sorry for yelling at you, but do not ever do this to me again, Tru. Do you understand me? Don’t tell me that you’re too much for me. I know what I want, and I want you and all your melodramatic bullshit, too.” He slowly pulls out, and his warm cum drips down my thigh. “Let me love you, Truly. Maybe you can even admit to yourself that you love me, too.”
Once we’re back at Tyler’s house we take a shower together, and Tyler stands behind me and washes me. He uses his bare hands lathered with body wash to clean me. After he washes me and I’ve washed him, we stand there, looking at each other, the water sliding over us.
Tyler glides his fingers over my mouth and then softly kisses me. “I love this smart-ass mouth,” he says sweetly.
Then, he wipes the water out of my eyes and kisses each eye. “I love these beautiful eyes.”
His hands fall down over my breasts, still tender from his earlier work. “These…I love these.” He bends down and takes one hard nipple in his mouth and gently sucks.
Next, his hands slide down to my hips. “These sexy curvy hips are my weakness, Truly.”
He falls to his knees and kisses me from one hip to the other as he tightly holds my bottom. He slaps my ass. “This sweet ass makes my knees weak, baby.”
“And this…” He places his hand on the inside of my thigh, forcing my legs apart. His fingers slide through my throbbing center before he slides them inside me.
“Oh, Tyler.”
“This is my home.”
He presses his face against me. His warm tongue glides over my sensitive clit, making it hard for me to stay on my feet. He’s relentless, licking and lapping at me, until my knees buckle. As always, he’s quick to catch me. He lifts me, and I wrap myself around him, trying to position myself so that he will slide inside me. He helps me and makes love to me until the water runs cold.
Then, he steps out of the shower, not bothering to stop to dry off, and he carries me to his bed and lays me out before looking over my body for a moment.