Find A Way Or Make One

by Kelley, E. C.

  “Do you think Darlin’ Princess that I want to hear about any other man that you have been with, before or after me? Hell no I don’t. And there is no way on this mortal coil or the heavenly beyond that I will sit here and listen to you give me a play by play.” With that he pulled my body flush to his and lowered his head to brand my lips with the punishing force of his own.

  At first I tried to get away, but who am I kidding? Even seven years couldn’t diminish the electric reaction I had every time we touched. The kiss wasn’t the sweet and passionate kind that you saw in the classic love stories, but one of those punishing kisses that was nothing about love, but all about staking a claim.

  After a minute or two, I felt the kitchen table hit the back of my legs. Wyatt reached down and lifted me to sit on top of the table. The towel my wet hair had been held in was long gone and my robe was beginning to gape. I soon felt Wyatt’s hands grabbing the flesh of my hips. Suddenly, Wyatt raises his mouth from mine and bent to put his forehead on my shoulder. “Kye, where is the bedroom?”

  I pulled away from Wyatt briefly. I looked in his hooded eyes and I knew, I just knew that I couldn’t stop what was going to happen. I didn’t have the strength and to be honest I didn’t really want to. Maybe this time we can make it work. I had been fighting to keep him out of my heart since the day that I saw him again and I couldn’t fight anymore. I finally have accepted that I can’t keep Wyatt Masters out of my heart because he has never really left. “Down the hall last door on the right.”

  Wyatt pulled me off the table causing me to wrap my legs around his hips. He continued to kiss me as he walked us down the hall. As Wyatt walked us into my room, he began kissing my neck and shoulder. Once he got to the bed he dropped me on the mattress causing me to bounce twice. Wyatt’s mouth kicked up on one side as he began taking off his clothes while his eyes never left mine. “Darlin’ Princess, I have waited a long time for this; one hell of a long time.”

  He looked at me for a long moment, and then started to walk back to the bed. I hurriedly shrugged my robe off and just stared at him. He had always been beautiful to me and he seemed even more so now. The years had added sharpness to the contours of his body that made his body a true work of art.

  Once he got to the bed, he began to lower himself down to the bed with one fluid motion. He began kissing my foot, and then worked his way up my leg. When he got to the top of my thigh he began working his way to my core. He began nibbling and stroking my clit with his tongue. Then he kissed his way to the bottom of my vagina and then back up to the top. He raised his head and smiled. “Still the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted.”

  Then he began kissing his way up my stomach to my breasts. He took my right nipple in his mouth and suckled as his hand kneaded my left breast. Then he switched.

  After he felt my breasts had received adequate attention, he began working his way up my neck, and then followed my jaw until he reached my mouth.

  He slowly pulled his lips away from mine and rested his forehead on mine. “Darlin’ Princess, when I make love to you, I am going to be fulfilling a dream I have had for seven years.” He raised my legs to his waist and slowly lowered himself until we were one again.

  After closing his eyes, he began moving his hips. Slowly at first, but the tempo became faster and faster causing the warm tingling to build inside of me. Wyatt looked in my eyes, and with one last heaving thrust, sent us both over the edge into oblivion. Wyatt has given me a gift that I never thought I would have again. I just hope I don’t have to pay for this glimpse of Paradise by walking through hell again.

  15

  “Our experience is composed rather of illusions lost than of wisdom acquired.” Joseph Roux

  Wyatt

  I woke up as the sun’s rays filtered in through the window. As I slowly woke up I could feel the heat radiating off of Kye’s body. I turned on my side and reached out to pull her body into mine. Kye nestled her backside into me and I had to bite back the groan that filled my mouth. You would think that after making love to this woman three times the night before I would be ready to give Little Wyatt a rest, but right here in this moment I knew that even when I am old and gray I will still desire this woman with everything in me.

  Right about that time, Kye began to stir. She started waking up slow at first then she jerked up and looked around wildly. What the hell?

  Kye looked around wildly. I was starting to get concerned as she looked around wildly; but when she saw me, she instantly relaxed. She shook her head and mumbled, “I should have known that I would sleep a full night with you.”

  I didn’t know what she meant that so I let it slide. “Good morning Darlin’. I hope I am not overstepping, but I would really like to spend the day with you today. I think after seven years apart we need to spend some time getting to know each other again. Don’t you?”

  Kye slowly turned to look at me. She stared at me a long moment and then gave me a small smile. “Yeah, I think that is a good idea. Seven years is a lot of time. And I know we have a lot to talk about if we are going to make it…if you are thinking long term that is.”

  What? Can my girl really not see that I want it all with her? I grab her face with both hands as I look into her eyes, willing her to feel my sincerity. “Kye, I am definitely thinking long term. I have been since the day I met you. Even if I was too much of a pussy to say it or too much of a fuck up to make it happen, I was always thinking long term. Give me this one chance to show you.”

  Kye turns her head away from me again and closes her eyes. “Wyatt, I am going to take a leap of faith here. Promise that you will catch me?”

  I put my hand on her shoulder and kiss her temple. “Every day of the week, and twice on Sundays.”

  She lays her head on my hand. “I don’t know about you but I am starving. Do you still like your eggs scrambled with A1 sauce?” The first time she made me breakfast I had asked for scrambled eggs. When I had seen her eat her eggs after mixing them with steak sauce I had decided to try it and became an instant fan. Since then I have always eaten my eggs with A1. “Yes, my Darlin’ Princess; eating my scrambled eggs with A1 sauce is yet another craving that you have permanently instilled in me.”

  She looked over at me and cocked her eyebrow inquisitively. “Another craving?”

  My smile became downright wicked. “If you can’t guess what my other craving is, I guess you will just have to get back in bed and let me show you.”

  Kye rolled her eyes and jumped out of bed reaching for her tank top and yoga pants. “I don’t think so, you horn dog. I am hungry, for food! And before we can even think about playing naked leap frog again I will eat! You can go take a nice, long, cold shower.”

  I laughingly pout. “But sweetheart, you know I will make every hungry grumble worth it.” Just as I get out of bed and start stalking over to where Kye is dressing, my stomach lets out a low growl of its own. I let a long frustrated sigh. “Cockblocked by my own damn stomach, how wrong is that? Fine I will go take a very short, very cold shower and meet you in the kitchen for breakfast.” I lean down and give her a kiss on her cheek, then lightly smack her ass. “Now, my Darlin’ Princess can go fix her man some breakfast!” I quickly head to the shower and barely get the door closed before I hear a pillow hit the door.

  I hurry through my shower, and quickly pull my clothes back on. As I am walking down the hallway to the kitchen, I hear the front door open and close. Figuring Kye stepped out for something I continue down the hall until I hear a deep voice yell, “Ok, I have two little bundles of energy that have missed their Momma something fierce.” Filled with confusion and dread, I slowly walk to the doorway to the kitchen where I see two little boys; one light skinned and red headed, and the other with dark hair and olive skin rush to Kye who drops to the floor and grabs them both in a fierce hug. Out of the corner of my eye I see a man about twenty-eight or twenty-nine smiling indulgently at the scene before him.

  Two things become im
mediately clear. Even though I am not around young children that much, I realize that these two boys are about a four and five years old, with maybe a year between them. I also realize that even though they both called Kye Mom, their coloring makes it virtually impossible for them both to have the same father.

  Which means that Kye, the girl I had been pining after for seven years, has two children, and they have different fathers. As I come to terms with the fact that the girl I had loved in vain for seven years had only been an illusion, I quickly walk out the door.

  ***

  It has been three maybe four hours since I left Kye so she could have some time with her family. Damn, the thought of her making a family with someone else was a tough pill to swallow. And not only had she had a child with one guy, but she had had children with not one but two guys. While I didn’t know who the father of the older boy was, the coloring of the younger boy was somewhat reminiscent of the man that brought them to the place Kye was staying. Was he the boy’s father? If so he was weirdly accepting of her other son who was born within a year before his own. Hell, they were Irish twins with different dads, trying to wrap my mind around Kye having one kid was hard, but having two kids with two different men in such a short time blows me away.

  I have been here in the hotel bar for the past two hours, chasing shot after shot of Johnnie Walker. I know that I have long since passed the acceptable drunk stage and have taken up long term residence in the land of the totally shit faced.

  Eventually I gave up on shot glasses and made a straight line to the bottle. No matter how much Johnnie Walker I put away, I couldn’t get the images of Kye with two different men out of my mind. I kept hoping that the next swig would take me into oblivion but it never did.

  “Wyatt baby, you don’t look so good. What is wrong?”

  I look over and try to focus on Sable. No matter how hard I tried, I still kept seeing two of her. Regardless of the fact that Sable has irritated me since the day she came to work for the company, and regardless of the fact that there was now more than one Sable in my line of vision, I still tried to put my thoughts into words. “For seven years I was swamped in guilt thinking I had hurt a sweet, innocent girl, come to find out she wasn’t so sweet and she damn sure wasn’t innocent. Guess reality just doesn’t live up to my illusion.”

  I shook my head and started to stand up. Wouldn’t you know that I couldn’t? Sable instantly had her arms wrapped tight around my waist so she could help me stand upright. “Don’t worry, Wyatt baby, I will help you get to your room. Then I will help you forget your reality for a little while. How does that sound?” As she said this I felt her rub her breast on my side. I let her lead me out of the bar and to our hotel suite. Forgetting my reality for a while sounded fine to me.

  16

  “He is emotional herpes to me. Everything can be going ok, and boom! A flare up of epic proportions that the highest dose of Valtrex can’t help.”

  Kye

  Kye

  It is great having two of my boys back with me; I have missed them so much! While the boys barreled into hug me I had seen Wyatt from the corner of my eye. To say that he looked like he had just been sucker punched in the gut would have been putting it mildly. Conflicting emotions warred within me over the thought of Wyatt being hurt by me and my past.

  On one hand I knew and have always known that Wyatt is it for me. I might have thought that I could move on with Toby, but I have always known that for me, it all began and ended with one tall, dark, Texan named Wyatt Masters. Toby had carved his own place in my heart, but like I told Cale, Wyatt owned my soul.

  But then on the other hand, I was secretly glad that I could inflict a little pain on Wyatt. He sure had done a number on me. And as horrible and vengeful as it made me, I felt that I was owed a little payback.

  When he had moved to walk out of the house, those emotions had been fighting so hard for dominance over my thoughts that I had just knelt there on the floor holding Seamus and Cian. By the time I was able to gain control of the part of me wanting Wyatt to feel the same measure of pain that I had been forced to endure, my boys were talking nonstop about their camping trip with, “Unca Rash.” Yeah, Seamus had called Rashid that the first time he had tried to pronounce Rashid’s name and it stuck. As much as Rashid pissed and moaned about the name, I know he was secretly thrilled that he had a bond with my sons that none of my other brothers had.

  I was regaled with all the tales of how they had camped out in the desert and how brave they had been at night when it was cold and dark, the boys conveniently forgot how insulated their tent was and that I knew Rashid had taken a heavy duty generator with them. When they finally seemed to be out of stories to tell, I finished making breakfast, and increased the amount to feed all four of us.

  After the boys ate, Rashid and I took them to go fishing. The boys loved it, and of course that made me love it too. I had almost forgotten about Wyatt when Rashid brought him up. He never took his eyes off his fishing line, but I could hear the concern in his voice when he started talking. “Kye, who was that guy this morning? I never in a million years thought I would see you have a guy leave your place the morning after. Hell, even though you lived with Toby for three years, you never slept with him, and to my knowledge you only started really being with him six months before he died. What gives Prenses?”

  Dammit! Why did Rashid have to be so damn observant? After struggling to find the words to explain, I finally decided to just come out with it. “Rashid, seven years ago that guy was my world then I found out he had been using me, so I left. A couple of weeks ago he swept back into my life and as much as I try to fight it, everything he says to me makes me want to believe that I had it wrong. The way he says it makes me want to give him another chance. Please tell me that I am stupid and only asking to be hurt again. If you don’t I am afraid. Afraid that I will give him the power to hurt me again in a way that can never be repaired.”

  Rashid finally looked over at me. “So he was the guy that tore your world apart back then? Yeah you might have thought I didn’t know about that, but I did. Did you really think I wouldn’t have checked up on you?” He shakes his head and slowly rolls in his line.

  “Kye, I know he hurt you. Hurt you so bad that I never thought you would get over it. But the love that I saw in his eyes before he saw us in the kitchen, that couldn’t be faked and is worth fighting for. We have a business meeting tomorrow night so I will need to crash here, and I will let you have a night’s worth of free babysitting if you promise me you will go to him and tell him everything. About Dad, Travis, Toby, all of it. I know it is scary as shit to put your heart back out there, just waiting for rejection; but if you don’t, you will regret it.”

  I thought about it about five seconds before realizing that he was right. “Fine. I will go talk to him. But first I need to go home and shower and get ready. Can you handle the boys here, or do I need to help you take them home?”

  Rashid gave a soft chuckle. “Just get home tomorrow before the boys wake up, ok? I don’t want to have to walk through the slippery ground of ‘adult sleepover’ with these two. Ok?”

  “Alright Rashid, just make sure my babies don’t see you indulging in any ‘adult sleepovers’ either, ok? I would like to keep them ignorant of that for as long as possible, capiche?”

  He laughs as I go and kiss by boys and let them smother me with hugs and kisses of their own.

  ***

  As I got out of the cab and walked into the hotel where I know Wyatt is staying, my nerves start to get the best of me when I think about all I have to explain. Looking around at the opulent surroundings, I am glad that I put on a white sundress before I came. At least I don’t look completely out of place.

  I had talked to Sunny to find out what floor Wyatt was on and his room number. When Sunny told me that he was in a two bedroom sweet, I realized that there really had been nothing to worry about with Blond tramp number two. As I walked up to Wyatt’s door
, I brushed my hair off my shoulder and took a deep breath, then I knocked and waited.

  And waited.

  I knocked again. Just when I was about to leave the door opened, and once again Wyatt Masters took a sledge hammer to my heart.

  Wyatt had answered the door without his shirt, and his hair was a mess. But that wasn’t what really held my attention. No, it was the dark red lipstick smeared around his mouth. I stood there and stared for the longest moment. I would probably still be standing there if, blond tramp number two hadn’t walk up to the door, in Wyatt’s shirt.

  I shook my head and turned on my heel and left. As I was walking down the hall I couldn’t help but stop and turn around and look again. Blond tramp number two had her hands on Wyatt’s arm and was trying to pull him away from the door. I wasn’t planning on it, but I found myself saying, “Well Wyatt baby, at least you stay true to type at least.”

  Then I turned around and left.

  ***

  I found myself on the same pier where I had just taken the boys to fish. I walked to the edge and sat down and just stared out at the ocean. As I was staring out at the sunset, I found it odd that I wasn’t crying. Some things just cut to deep I guess.

  I heard someone approaching but I didn’t turn around. As I continued to stare out at the sun set over the ocean, a beer suddenly appeared before my eyes. After I grabbed it, Cale set down beside me. “Rashid called me and told me you were going to the hotel to talk to Wyatt, and then an hour ago he called again and said that you, at least he thought it was you, had called and told him you would be home in a little while. When he asked you how it went you said it didn’t, but wouldn’t elaborate. You want to tell me what happened little girl?”