by L. L. Ash
When I felt sexy enough to counteract the awkwardness coursing through me, I opened the door. Tyler had stacked the suits on the chair near the window, the boxes of shoes piled beside it on the floor. He was sitting on the bed, lounging against the headboard, with a pillow tucked behind his back, phone in his hand thumb scrolling through something.
I leaned against the doorway, one hand propped on my hip and waited until he noticed me. Seconds passes, then a full minute.
Finally he looked up and the phone fumbled out of his hand.
“Holy shit,” he said, his eyes bugging out.
“I thought this was why you got them,” I told him and swung my hips exaggeratedly as I slowly went towards him.
“W-well yeah,” he said, his gaze still not meeting mine, so engrossed he was with my body.
“So, what do you think?” I asked, as I leaned over the side of the bed a little, moving my arms in just the right way to squeeze my breasts together, making them swell and almost pop out of their lace confinement.
“Shit,” he said again under his breath as he tossed his phone onto the side table and scrambled toward me.
It made me feel good that I could effect him this way. He was almost like an inexperienced teenager again.
“You shoulda been a playboy bunny,” he said quietly as he slipped his legs in the free spot between where my hands rested on the side of the mattress.
“I can be your playboy bunny,” I told him in a seductive whisper and he grabbed my ass, pulling me onto his lap savagely.
“You’re going to be so much more then that,” he said and pulled my head to his.
When our lips met in a furious kiss his hand immediately moved from around my hip to grabbing a breast through the lace.
He groaned and I fought the temptation to do the same. I had a plan and I wouldn’t be distracted. I settled my knees on either side of his hips and leaned against him, rubbing my pelvis against his chest as I raised my breasts to his eye level.
One hand grasped my ass hotly, kneading the cheek while his fingers slipped inside the lace. The other hand moved up my back, holding my breasts to his face as he bit and sucked on the bits of flesh exposed to him.
My hands snaked over my head, wrapping into my hair, pushing myself further into his mouth. He yanked on the side of the lace, enough to expose one breast completely to his satisfaction. After letting him suckle for a minute, I pulled away. He instantly followed me and as his hands explored again I pulled up his t-shirt, then unbuckled his belt and jeans, dropping them without looking.
Tyler took my mouth again, ravaging my tongue and demanding my participation.
When I pulled away again he growled in disapproval. Instead of giving into him, I lowered onto my knees and slowly pulled his dark blue boxer briefs down his thighs, letting them pool at his feet as I gave his erection a long, thoughtful kiss.
The groan that escaped Tyler made me jump, it was so loud and forceful. Obviously he was enjoying himself. When I took him completely in my mouth his hands came to my head, fisting my hair and urging my mouth to take him in further, faster. I obliged.
In moments Tyler was gyrating, pushing himself into my mouth with relish as the loud throaty sounds flew forth generously.
My tongue flicked around, tasting him like a lollipop and ice cream cone all at once.
The throaty sounds turned into a growl in his chest before he pushed my head away as his body began to tighten. I disobeyed and kept pumping until he roared and gave me all his seed.
“Oh my God, Sam,” he said, his body jerking as I tried to get any salty seed that was left.
“Wooo,” he said and pulled his softening phallus from my lips.
He sat on the bed like his limbs had turned to jello.
“That,” he started breathlessly, “Was the best,” -gasp. “Orgasm I’ve ever,” -gasp. “Had.”
I grinned at the thought and leaned over him, letting my hair brush against his chest as he still struggled to regain his breath.
A moment later he pulled my head down, raining kisses on my face before opening my mouth to his.
“I can taste myself on your tongue,” he said with a grin.
“I want to taste myself on you,” I told him back and he didn’t need any more of a hint.
He threw me over on the bed, pulling at the lace until it moved down my shoulders and hips, falling off my thighs and onto the floor.
He dragged my thighs toward the end of the bed, settling himself on the carpet, his head perfectly lined up. After another tug, my butt came off the end of the mattress until I felt like I would fall. He put a supporting thigh on each of his shoulders before dragging his tongue across my most sensitive part.
I hummed in satisfaction as he frenched me ‘down there’, his hands wandering all over my body, tugging, kneading and caressing my breasts until I started to buck.
The easy feeling of slow pleasure as my hips ground against his mouth began to burn and tingle, building up until he latched onto my little button, sending me shattering, a pain filled moaning shriek echoing off the walls until my body went limp with the rolling waves.
Tyler untangled my legs from him, helping me get back up as my butt hit the floor after sliding off the bed. We climbed back on and Tyler put his lips to mine, letting me taste the salty-sweet, musky, floral flavor that was me. It was only moments later that Tyler was reaching into his bedside table, grabbing out a handful of condoms, trying to hold onto just one. They scattered across the mattress but we didn’t care. The foil packets stuck to the back of my arm as they wedged underneath me, but I hardly noticed when I felt him there at my entrance. It had been a week since I’d had him. And only once in 2 weeks since we’d been back together. The making out and restrained contact had built up to an explosive level by now, and we were finally able to release.
When he plunged in, I bit off another moan and pulled his mouth down to mine.
By the end our bodies were spent, but my spirit soared. The thought of loving this man, being with him for the rest of my life, brought tears to my eyes. Tyler, gaining his breath again while lying on his back next to me put his arm around me and pulled me next to him.
The ceiling fan spinning on perpetual low speed felt amazing on my burning, sweaty body. I grinned to myself, then closed my eyes to blissful, satisfied sleep.
Chapter 13
When we made our way into the kitchen the next morning, giggling and holding each other’s arm. Scott was already there, his morning mug of coffee in his hands as he watched us enter.
“You,” he said, pointing a finger at Tyler. “Not another word out of your mouth about being too loud. I’ve got blackmail now. We’re even.”
I turned my back, pretending not to hear this conversation while I poured 2 cups of coffee slowly.
“What do you mean?” Ty asked innocently.
“You know exactly what I mean,” Scott said with a bit of attitude in his voice. “I’ve suffered through over a decade of complaining about freight trains and horror movies being filmed in my room. Now you don’t get another Goddamn word in the matter since it turns out you’re fucking loud too.”
Tyler turned around, moving shoulder to shoulder with me as he chuckled lowly so his dad couldn’t hear.
The kitchen was quiet while we drank, until Scott asked, “Aren’t you going to have some breakfast?”
“Oh, I’ve gotten out of the habit of having breakfast,” I admitted.
“It’s important for your health you know,” he said, sipping another cup of coffee.
I’ve learned that Scott didn’t nurse his coffee for a long time like I’d originally imagined. He just had cup after cup.
“I only like carbs for breakfast, so I don’t know if it’s really that good for me.”
“So, order some carbs,” he said, picking up the phone hanging on the wall.
I took it and pressed *929 and got room service.
“3 cream cheese danishes,” I told them. “And a plate of sc
rambled eggs with bacon, sausage and toast with strawberry jam.”
I looked up at Scott, waiting for his order.
He held his hand out and shook his head.
I wrinkled my nose at him then said, “Make that 2 plates with the eggs and meat and toast, but no jam on the second.”
When I hung up the phone Scott looked at me over his mug saying, “I don’t eat breakfast, I drink it.”
“Well put the coffee down because you’re eating breakfast this morning. You big fat hypocrite.”
Scott laughed and put the cup on the counter before sitting in a dining room chair like an obedient child.
“I think this girlfriend of yours is going to be good for both of us,” he told Tyler, but looked at me with a grin.
“I keep telling you that you need a woman in your life,” Tyler told him,
“And I keep telling you to mind your own business,” Scott countered, crossing his arms over his typical bare chest.
I’d learned that Tyler developed his good body image from his father. Neither man liked wearing clothes if they didn’t have to, and Tyler informed me that Scott only wore pajama pants for my benefit. It used to be an underwear only house.
After listening to Scott and Tyler banter for a ridiculous amount of time, there was a knock at the door.
I took the tray from the waiter with a smile before bringing it into the apartment and telling both boys to sit down and shut up. They immediately took seats at both ends of the table and I put a plate in front of each.
“One of these days I’ll have to cook something homemade for you,” I said as I picked one of the generous danishes off the plate holding 2 more.
“I haven’t had a home cooked meal in a long time,” Scott said as he chewed on a piece of bacon like it was the best tasting thing in the world. “At least, something I haven’t made myself.”
“Do you cook, Scott?” I asked.
He perked to attention at the question.
“Occasionally. I don’t have the time for it most days.”
“Well maybe I can treat the two of you to something home cooked every week, if I have the time to manage it.”
“With a promise like that, I’ll make the time for you,” Tyler said and Scott agreed.
I watched Tyler inhale his breakfast, and Scott pick at his, He ate the protein but left the bread untouched.
“Oh, Scott, I forgot to tell you yesterday, but my dad invited Tyler for dinner tonight. I hope you don’t mind my stealing him from you.”
“If it encourages a good relationship with him, I can hardly resent time well spent.”
“I can’t wait for you to meet my dad. I think you’d get on well.”
“I imagine we would.”
“Well, I mean. His wife passed too. You have a lot in common.”
Tyler’s head popped up, and Scott looked away. Obviously I’d just touched a very sensitive topic.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean….”
“Don’t you worry about it,” Scott said, pasting a smile to his face. “It’s what happened. Trying to pretend it didn’t doesn’t change anything. I just don’t like to talk about it much.”
“I understand that,” I said quietly. “It’s still hard to talk about my mom, even eleven years later.”
Scott nodded and pushed his plate away. “Well I’m going to go get ready and head into the gym. I’ll talk to you guys later.”
When he disappeared I turned to Tyler and said, “I had no idea he doesn’t like to talk about it....”
“He’ll be fine. I should have warned you after I told you about her.”
I put down my last danish, my appetite gone.
Tyler and I spent the morning and afternoon together. Scott stayed out of the apartment for the most part, only coming back once to change and shower after the gym before heading out again in dressy casual clothes.
When 4 o’clock came, I hurried Tyler to get ready to go to my dad’s. Sunday dinner used to be a big affair in our house. After mom died we struggled with it for a while, then we got friends involved and it was basically a party every week. Once we’d moved here from Kingman, the parties contained only my dad and me, but we still had great food and dressed up like we used to.
So we both put on dressier clothes. I borrowed the black pencil skirt and peter pan shirt from my office clothes and wore that.
When we were standing on the doorstep at just past 5 o’clock I was so nervous.
Tyler squeezed my hand then knocked on the door with the other hand.
Dad answered and said, “No need to knock. Sam still lives here, after all.”
He motioned us in wearing slacks and a sweater vest.
“I tried to make your mom’s roast,” he told me as we went toward the dining room. “I don’t know if I did it justice like you do though. You usually cook Sunday dinner.”
“It smells good,” I told him, trying not to feel guilty for not cooking again today.
“Why don’t you two sit down and I’ll finish up and bring everything out.”
“You don’t need help?” Ty asked.
“No, I got this handled.”
He sat and Dad settled in a chair across the table from him.
There was complete and utter silence bordering on uncomfortable until I got back into the room with the food.
“Would you say grace, Tyler?” Dad asked as he clasped his hands over his empty plate once I was seated.
“It’d be my pleasure,” Ty said, to my great surprise.
After saying an elegant prayer over the food, we all took our first tentative bites.
Eventually after a few more minutes of silence, Tyler put his fork down and said, “Mr. Bulliard, I realize that we haven’t exactly had a great introduction to each other. The only thing you really know about me is I take your daughter away from you and I fought with Connor at Thanksgiving. I regret that we’ve never actually had a chance to get to know each other better, but I intend to change that. Because I’m not going anywhere and I’d like to be on good terms with you. It’s very hard on Sam to be pulled in 2 different directions.”
Dad put his fork down as well, leaning back in his chair with arms crossed over his big chest while meeting Tyler’s eye. I’d have been pooping my pants if I were in Tyler’s shoes just then.
“Well, you seem rather confident that Sam won’t grow bored of you.”
Tyler looked into his lap for a moment, then back up at Dad before countering, “Do you really think Sam is that shallow and fickle?”
Dad had to smile at that. Score one for Tyler.
“Well, why don’t you start by telling me about yourself,” Dad said, relaxing his shoulders a bit.
“What would you like to know?”
“Well, what do you do? Sam mentioned that she is going to be working in your Dad’s office.”
“That’s true. She’ll be working with both of us, actually. I work at the hotel with my dad.”
“Which hotel?”
“Oh,” Tyler looked at me with surprise on his face for a moment before saying, “My apologies. I assumed Sam would have mentioned it to you by now.”
“Mentioned what?” Dad asked suspicion on his face.
“My father owns the Triton hotel. I help him run it.”
“The Triton?” Dad asked in disbelief.
Tyler dipped his head in acknowledgement.
“You’re going to be working directly for a billionaire?” Dad asked, looking to me now.
“No, I’m going to be working for Tyler and Scott.”
Dad shook his head before sitting back in his chair again.
“Well you’ll be able to get any job you want after working for him.”
“It’ll be a great experience,” I agreed. “But I’m going to attempt to KEEP the job.”
There was a long silence while Dad considered this new update.
“Well now I have a whole new list of worries about this relationship,” he said after a while.
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�To be honest I don’t believe that it should change anything in your head,” Tyler said. “When it really comes down to it, money doesn’t really matter. It’s about Sam and I and the respect and love we have for each other. I’d move heaven and earth for your daughter. And at least you can have the reassurance that she will be well cared for and will want for nothing.”
Dad nodded, but folded his arms again.
“So what do you do at the hotel?” he asked Tyler.
“I run the restaurants and hotel side of things while Dad mostly works with the casino. I entertain important guests, keep an eye on the financial aspects, watching how much is coming in versus the budget of money going out. I work with advertising, marketing, our theaters and showroom managers, and I oversee organizing of all the events that happen in the hotel.”
“Sounds like you’re a busy man.”
“I am. That’s why Sam’s help will be so important and necessary. I’m barely treading above water with all the paperwork and phone calls. And my Dad’s assistant can’t handle the workload we both have been piling on her.
“So I’ll see Sam even less, is what you’re saying?”
Tyler nodded.
“This job is going to require nights, weekends, overtime and some nights she may not even come home at all. I’ll make sure she takes care of herself though, and make sure she doesn’t get too overwhelmed.”
Dad nodded at me before saying, “Well, your career at such a young age is impressive. Would you tell me about yourself?”
“There’s not that much to tell, really,” Tyler said. “I live at the hotel. My dad and I share a suite there. I graduated high school and started working full time at the office with Dad before even walking down the stage in my gown and cap. Um, there’s not much more to me then that. My life consists of Sam and work.”
“And you expect me to believe you won’t neglect Sam with such a busy life?”
“Do you really think Sam would let me neglect her?” Tyler asked back with a laugh.
Dad smiled at that and watched him intently.
“Will you tell me about your family? I’ve heard a lot about your dad. He seems like quite a fixture in your life.”