by Brooke Page
Jamie made a gagging sound. “Okay, okay, I get it, you two are lovey dovey again, doesn’t mean you have to go all obnoxious on the PDA. Go Christmas shopping or go to your bedroom,” Jamie groaned, throwing ingredients into a large bowl. Tyler smirked as he tugged my hand towards the door.
“Bye Jay Rae,” I giggled as Tyler pulled me along.
“Bye… gosh it’s like you two are middle schoolers,” Jamie scoffed as she stirred her pancake mix.
Our goodbye was wonderful; it was like nothing had happened between us. I mended another relationship, and I was off to spend the rest of the day with my Ty.
Chapter 2
“I want to go switch cars. The snow is supposed to start coming down this afternoon. I’ve already driven this bad boy in too much snow from last night,” Tyler said as we pulled out of the parking ramp at River House. I looked at him quizzically.
“I didn’t know you had more than one car.”
Tyler smirked at me as we stopped at the light underneath 131. “Oh, baby doll… I have a lot of cars.”
Of course he had a lot of cars. He was young and successful, what guy wouldn’t spend an obscene amount of money on cars if they were given the opportunity.
“How many?”
“I have my Lexus LX here, but in Chicago I have a Roadster, McLaren, and Escalade.”
I gave him a confused look. I had only heard of an Escalade. Cars were never really my thing. I only heard about cars when I was with Gage, and he liked old muscle cars.
“I enjoy a good, fast sports car,” Tyler smiled, his eyes glimmering.
I couldn’t help but return his glimmer. He looked so young and carefree instead of stuffy and serious.
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“So what were you going to get your mom?” I asked as we slid into the Lexus. The white leather seats were chilly from the winter air.
“I have no idea. Probably a gift card,” he shrugged, pulling out of the parking ramp.
I frowned at him. “A gift card? That’s not very creative.”
Tyler rolled his eyes as he turned to head towards the highway. “Do you have a better idea?”
“I don’t know, she’s your mother. I have yet to meet her,” I glared at him.
He let out a huge sigh and tilted his head towards me as we stopped at the stoplight leading towards the on ramp to 131. “I know, I know…” He reached over and took my hand and brought it to his lips. “Becca, will you come to Chicago with me for Christmas?” he asked, attempting to sound amused, although fear was clearly taking over his irises.
I smiled and bit my lip. “I’d love to,” I whispered. “Will you spend Christmas Eve and morning here with me?”
Tyler smiled brightly, still holding my hand to his mouth. “Of course. I would be disappointed if I didn’t get to wake up to you on Christmas morning.”
My heart fluttered at his declaration.
“So, what should you get your mom…” I pondered. “What about some type of wine holder or accessory? You said she liked wine.”
Tyler scowled. “I don’t like to encourage her drinking habit.”
Oh, that’s right. Tyler felt like his mother couldn’t find happiness in anything but alcohol, including Tyler. He was greatly hurt that he wasn’t enough to fill the void his mother needed from RJ’s constant betrayal.
“I’m sorry.”
Tyler shook his head and put my hand down. “It’s fine,” he sighed again. “She isn’t a bad drunk. She is a very happy drunk. She doesn’t get violent or pass out or anything.”
“I’m sure we can find something better than a gift card,” I said, twirling my pony tail in my fingers.
Tyler’s mouth was in a thin line. He shook his head as though to rid of the cloud hanging over the current conversation as he reached into his pocket. “I brought us a snack. Want some almonds?” he asked, pulling out a small bag.
“I’m okay, I’m still full from the huge breakfast you made me,” I groaned, putting my hand on my stomach.
Tyler frowned. “You only ate half of it. Here, take these in case you get hungry while we are at the mall. We can hit up the food court when we are done,” he said sternly. Since when was he so bothersome about food? I decided not to touch the subject further.
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The mall was crazy busy with last minute shoppers. I had never been so behind on shopping; normally I was done by Thanksgiving. But then again, my head wasn’t normally wrapped so tightly around losing a very special person.
I squeezed Tyler’s hand as we drove back to my place. We had stopped and eaten in the mall, by Tyler’s demands. It was actually a good idea. We were in the mall for at least three hours fighting the crowds, and I was hungry and tired by the time we were finally done buying gifts for our families.
“I still can’t believe you talked me into getting that bracelet for my mother,” Tyler grumbled.
I had convinced Tyler to get his mom a charm bracelet. It had all of her sons’ birth stones along with her own and a few other charms. Tyler thought it was too sentimental, but by how often she called him, it would mean the world to her that he got something so personal.
“She will love it.” I smiled while caressing his thumb. Tyler gave me a wry smile then turned back to the road. “It was nice holding your hand throughout the mall today,” I murmured, looking down at our interlaced hands. “I liked being able to kiss you whenever I wanted.”
A smile played on his lips as we stopped at the light for the off ramp from 96. “I liked it too, and I plan on doing more of it tonight,” he smirked, pulling my hand to his lips. “Can I take you out to dinner tonight? I was thinking Louis Benton.”
How could he be thinking about food already? He had made me a huge breakfast, we just ate a late lunch, and he had been throwing snacks at me the entire outing.
“Whatever you want to do,” I said, staring out the window and putting my hand on my stomach. I hadn’t eaten a whole lot lately, and a normal eating regiment was taking a toll on how much my belly could handle.
“We will have to stop at my condo so I can get something to wear.”
“Your yellow dress is at my place,” he said softly, grazing my knuckles against his lips.
“Okay.” I didn’t have any heels that would match stashed away at Tyler’s, at least I didn’t think I did. I would cross that bridge when we got there. If we had to stop at my place, it would at least give my stomach some more time to digest all of the food.
We dragged all of our shopping bags out of the car and into the elevator. We were going to have to do some serious wrapping. Thankfully I remembered to get some wrapping paper while we were at the mall. Walking into Tyler’s condo, I kicked off my flats and brought all of the bags down to the living room. I figured it would be the best place to start wrapping. I wanted to be done with it so I could focus on what to buy Tyler. He followed suit, throwing his bags down next to mine then wrapped his arms around me, placing his lips on my temple as I wrapped my arms around his waist.
I sank into him, enjoying the comfort of his warm strong arms and the gentle rise and fall of his chest. I felt so safe with him, and I was unbelievably happy to be with him again. “We should wrap these,” I sighed, nudging the bags with my foot.
Tyler held me tight to his chest. “Maybe in a little while. I need some Becca time.”
“We just spent all afternoon together,” I giggled.
Tyler nuzzled my neck with his scruff, causing me to giggle more. He brought his grinning mouth to mine and gave me a long, lingering kiss.
Whoa, that pushed my giggles to the side.
He brought his hand to my pony tail, ridding the hair tie, running his fingers through my newly dark brown hair. “Let me clarify… I need some alone Becca time.”
I smiled up at him. “What did you have in mind?”
He ran his nose along mine then moved his lips to kiss the soft spot behind my ear. “Well, we can start with this,” he said, trailing kisses down my neck.
“Uh
huh,” I murmured, taking a sharp breath.
He ran his hand down my back, looking for the hem of my shirt. Once he found it, his hand traveled up, the pads of his fingers caressing my skin. He brought his other hand to the top of my shirt, tugging at the top two buttons so they would come loose. “Then this,” he whispered huskily, kissing my now exposed collarbone.
I tilted my head back as my chest heaved upwards, my breath caught in my throat.
“Hmm,” was all I could manage to say.
He brought his other hand from my back to help undo the rest of the buttons. He pulled his head from my collarbone back to my lips, giving me slow, soft kisses. My lips were trembling as I tried to control my breathing. I put my hands in the back pockets of his jeans, enjoying the feeling of his taut behind.
“A lot of this…” He breathed against my lips, slowly slipping his tongue into my mouth which was hanging open shamelessly. He stroked my tongue, as though he were attempting to warm me up. It was working because my body temperature was quickly rising.
Oh, what this man could do to me.
Once Tyler undid the rest of my buttons, he let his hands glide past my sides to my back, lighting my fire like a match being swiped against emery. I dug my hands deeper into his back pockets, gripping him, forcing his body closer to me. I kissed him back harder, causing Tyler to groan into my mouth.
He moved his hands from my back to my shoulders, peeling off the rest of my shirt, leaving me in a light blue lacy bra. I pulled my hands from his pockets, letting my shirt completely fall off then returned them to run up the back of his shirt wanting to feel his smooth skin. I ran my fingertips along his shoulder blades and down his spine, but felt a few prickles along his back.
Odd. He was always so smooth.
Curiously, I moved my hands along his sides and to his front. I explored his chest, feeling the same small prickles. I grinned while kissing him, enjoying finding out one of his secrets.
“I don’t know what you are grinning about,” he rasped, finding the clasp on my bra, freeing my breasts as he tackled me on the wide cream sectional couch in front of the large light brick gas fireplace. I tugged at his t-shirt, pulling it off of him.
“Can’t I grin?” I said in between our deep kisses, trying to contain my smirk.
My smirk quickly vanished as his hand wandered downward, sliding down the front of my jeans. I kissed him harder, moving my hips into his hand that was showing no reservation.
I gasped as he slipped two fingers inside of me, gently exploring, making my leg shamelessly fall open and off the side of the couch.
“You can grin, but I’d rather your mouth be moaning my name,” he whispered in my ear, letting his tongue trace my earlobe. I shuddered as his tongue left my ear, tracing a line down my neck to my collarbone and further to my breasts. I whimpered as he devoured me with his mouth, no longer gently tracing my sensitive skin, but claiming it hungrily. He moved his free hand to graze my other breast while his other hand continued stroking me on the inside. He slid his hand down my stomach, unbuttoning my already loosened jeans, allowing himself to get a better angle as his fingers pushed deeper.
Oh, that’s making me ache for more…
He suddenly pulled his hand up from the inside of my jeans and sat up, tugging them downward. He kept the matching lace panties on, staring down at me. I quickly wrapped my arms around my stomach as my chest rapidly rose and fell along with my heavy breaths.
“Stop being so shy,” he half scolded with a smirk, putting his hands on my thighs, pulling them farther apart.
Oh no…
Oh yes…
“Ty…” I drug out his name in between my heaving breaths.
“Shh… relax baby,” he whispered while nestling himself in between my legs, kissing the insides of my trembling thighs. Tyler made soothing circles with his thumbs on the outside of my thighs, trying to calm my nerves. He knew this was hard for me and hadn’t tried since we had gone away together to his condo in Chicago. I felt so exposed and self-conscious when it came to him going down on me.
His sweet little kisses kept getting closer to the light blue lace, and eventually I felt the warmth of his mouth being vented past my panties. He opened his mouth wider, blowing more hot air through the lace.
It felt nice, and the lace created a small barrier that made me feel slightly more comfortable once his mouth was positioned at my entrance.
“That’s it, relax for me,” he breathed into my sex as the tension in my legs slowly left. I was focusing on the warm air and the texture of the lace being heated by his breath. It felt so nice and intimate, causing my mind to want the skin-on-skin contact.
I gently ran a hand through Tyler’s dark brown locks, feeling his head slowly bob as he took more of me with his mouth, sucking over top the lace. My breath became more and more ragged the harder he sucked. His assault was still slow and addictive and was beginning to drive me wild.
I bravely brought my other hand to the top of the light blue lace and pulled it down some, hoping Tyler would catch on that I was ready to feel his warm tongue on the most sensitive spot of my body. He looked up at me through his eyelashes as he gracefully sat up to pull off the lace panties then quickly dove back down into his previous position.
I felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest as my hands trembled while placing them to my sides, attempting to grip the sofa fabric. I felt one of Tyler’s hands find mine, gently squeezing it for reassurance and comfort as he blew up my sex. I arched my back at the warm breeze, letting out a soft moan.
Maybe I could get used to this.
My body began to quiver with excitement instead of fear, waiting to feel Tyler’s velvety tongue on my soft flesh. A low hum escaped his throat as he made contact, lapping his way to my sweet spot. He twirled his tongue, and I thought I was going to convulse.
Okay, I might never get used to this, but definitely could look forward to it.
Tyler’s tongue was relentless, teasing and taunting, pushing me over the edge twice. My body went limp after the second time. I was exhausted and overly sensitive. Tyler’s movements slowed, and he began trailing kisses up my body, his breath heavy and raspy. I needed to muster some strength because he was revved up and ready to go, and he deserved anything he wanted after detonating a bomb of pleasure through my body, twice.
I reached for the button on his jeans and fluttered my eyes open to look up at him. He was gazing down at me with his mouth hanging open, his chest pumping rapidly and his muscles were flexed and tense.
I unzipped his jeans and pushed my hands under his boxers. “What do you want, baby?” I asked, staring up at him with heavy, sated eyes.
He quickly moved so he could yank down his jeans and boxers, kicking them off the couch. “I just want to be inside you. I always want to be inside you.” His voice was scratchy and full of need as he hovered over me.
I bit my lip and grabbed him, guiding him to my entrance. He moaned and thrust hard inside of me as a hint of pain tore through me. I winced at his curt plunge. I was still sore from making up last night. As nice as five orgasms in a less than a 24 hour period might sound, it can really take a toll on your intimates.
Tyler drove on, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. After his first few drives, I became more comfortable and found myself meeting his hips just as feral as Tyler’s movements. He didn’t take long at this pace and was stilling deep inside me, grunting in my ear and finally collapsing on top of me.
I let out a huge breath. With one hand, I ran my fingers down his spine while, stroking his hair with the other. I tilted my head into his cheek. A small amount of stubble was already starting to form, even though he shaved this morning. A slight smile played on my lips.
“What are you grinning about?” Tyler asked while shifting his head to look at me with a haze over his eyes, his body completely relaxed on top of mine. I didn’t care. Yeah, he was heavy, but I felt safe and connected to him.
“You,” I grinned, my s
mile growing wider. Tyler mimicked my smile, nuzzling underneath my ear. I ran my hand along the soft prickles on his back. He sat up astride me, as though he realized what I was grinning about.
I ran my hands over his chest, smiling even wider when I reached more soft prickles. He quickly grabbed my hand and swiftly pulled me up, moving so he was sitting and I was straddling him. I giggled from the sudden movement as he held my wrists, still smiling.
“So you wax?” I giggled.
“Nathan and I hit the spa from time to time… so what?” he said playfully, but was clearly embarrassed that I had caught on. It made more sense now that I thought about it. His thick coarse facial hair seemed to grow by the hour; it would only make sense that he would have more hair on his body.
“I hope you don’t do it for me.” I caressed his cheek. “I could care less.”
He gave me a stiff smile, “Do you have a thing for gorillas? Because I’m sure I would look like one.”
I laughed whole heartedly. “You would not! Besides… I like a little scruff,” I smiled as I caressed both of his cheeks with my hands.
Tyler smirked. “I should say the same to you.”
My eyes went wide. Shit, was it already time for me to wax again? I had gotten another wax with Jamie while Tyler and I were apart, so I shouldn’t have any stubble.
“Don’t worry, everything was nice and smooth.” He licked his lips. “But, if waxing bothers you, I really don’t mind.” His eyes were dancing. Did he like an au-natural look? Weird. Was that how Margo was, his first and extremely illegal experience that happened multiple times? Uh, gross. I needed to not think about her.
“I would have presumed you liked the shaved look better… considering you enjoy… um…” My face went crimson. Why was it so hard to talk about this stuff?
Tyler laughed. “I love um regardless of what it looks like down there,” he teased. I closed my eyes, too embarrassed to look at him. Tyler gently pulled me down on the cream couch and snuggled me so we were on our sides facing each other. I still couldn’t muster the strength to look at him.