by L. L. Ash
Breath finally came in gasps, then filled my lungs and blessedly stayed there.
I didn’t have a moment to recover before he was over me, thrusting into me, filling me. My legs wrapped around his hips while the pulsing settled. Before the high dissolved completely, the friction began to build up and I was burning again. Tyler’s little grunts mixed in with my renewed whimpers until we met on the precipice and tumbled over, our bliss was complete. Another thrust and groan as he twitched within me, then we laid still, unmoving as we looked into each other’s eyes and tried to regulate our breathing.
“Was that soft enough for you?” He asked with a little mischievous smile.
I just laughed.
“Come with me,” he said and rolled off the bed, pulling me along with him
I managed to stumble along behind him with my jello muscles and stopped against the bathroom doorframe. Tyler leaned over the tub and turned the water on. It filled slowly, but that didn’t stop me from getting in. The warm water pooling around my ankles felt amazing.
I settled on my butt in the tub while it continued to fill, warmth settling around my toes and hips.
Tyler came around behind me and slid his body between mine and the tub and I felt his arms go around me slowly, tenderly. Eventually the water stopped and we sat there together, warm, sated, and happy.
“When should we have the wedding?” He asked quietly in my ear. “Do you want to do it soon or would you like to wait a while?”
After a moment of deliberation the answer came quickly and simply to my mind.
“I don’t want to have to wait too long to call you husband.”
He grinned at me over my shoulder and I smiled back, settling my back against him.
When we got back to the suite the next morning Scott was there watching a football game and lounging in his recliner. At the sound of the door opening he sat up and looked our way.
“So?” he asked expectantly.
We didn’t say any words. I just squealed a little and ran forward to show Scott the ring.
He grinned at us and popped out of his chair before throwing his arms around me and saying, “Congratulations kids. I’m so happy for you!”
Scott pulled Tyler in for a hug next then stood back and watched us as we no doubt glowed at each other.
“You’re next,” Tyler said and laughed as Scott made a sad attempt at a lunge for him, causing Tyler to run out of the room dragging me happily behind.
Georgiana was besides herself when she saw the ring, and Dad was all smiles. Conner on the other hand, was quiet. He told us congratulations then sighed, telling Tyler if he ever hurt me again he’d rip his testicles off and feed them to rabid wolves. Tyler agreed that it would be a fitting punishment before Conner looked at me. His eyes were watery and he told me how much he’d miss me.
“I’m moving home,” he said, fingering the enormous ring on my left hand. “I love you and I still want to be a part of your life, but he’s your man now, not me.”
“Why not just stay here?” I asked, panic seizing my chest.
“I joined the Air Force. I’m going to do something else with my life. Something worthwhile and since I can’t have you anymore, I need to find something else to make me happy.”
Giant waterfalls of tears sprang forth from my eyes and I sobbed at the thought of Conner leaving me.
“I’ll always be there for you if you need me,” he went on. “But he’s your number 1 and that kills me. I can’t stick around and watch our relationship die.”
He dipped his head a moment before adding, “I’m so happy for you though, Sam. You finally found a guy worthy of you, and I want you to stay happy. To have babies so I can be a godfather. You know I’ve always wanted to be a godfather.”
I laughed through my sobs and threw my arms around Conner’s neck before asking, “When do you leave?”
“I head out to boot camp next month. It gives me enough time to go home and spend some time with my folks before shipping out to Texas.”
“What about the wedding?” I asked him.
“Of course I’ll be there for the wedding, don’t be stupid. I have to shout objection when the priest asks if anyone objects to the wedding so you can have a true rom-com wedding like you always wanted.”
I laughed again and tightened my arms around his neck before he kissed my cheek and pushed me off, into Tyler’s embrace.
“I’ll see you in a while you crazy kids. Maybe the next wedding will be mine, huh?”
“On a cold day in hell,” I told him and he grinned at me before turning and getting into his car as Tyler and I continued to stand in front of the restaurant we’d met at.
“I’m going to miss him so much,” I told Tyler as he held me in the parking lot. “Why does he have to leave? Nothing changes between us, does it?”
“I get it,” he said and stroked my hair with his fingers. “I wouldn’t want to stay around and watch the woman I love be happy without me.”
“He doesn’t love me...” I started but he gave a brief shake of his head in disagreement.
“Of course he loves you. He’s always loved you and likely always will. Not being sexually compatible doesn’t change that.”
“I’ll miss him,” I said again before we headed into the restaurant.
In the next 3 months that ensued, I helped Dad plan his wedding with Mandy while planning my own and dealing with Tyler’s sudden and depressing trips overseas.
Plans had been made recently to make another hotel in São Paulo, Brazil. And while Scott was busy with the negotiations from Las vegas, there had been a couple times that Tyler and Scott had flown down there to speak to the landowners in person and work out with investors whether the hotel and resort would succeed or not.
Tyler was all kinds of thrilled with the prospect but I was lonely those weeks by myself in the large suite. Instead of dwelling on it I threw myself into wedding plans. I’d found a little church for the wedding ceremony and a ballroom for the reception afterwards. Georgeana came with me for dress shopping and fittings after I’d found the perfect ivory, sweetheart, sleeveless dress with a big hulking princess skirt that I couldn’t reign in as I strolled from one side of the store to the other.
Tyler and I had decided on having the wedding shortly after my 21st birthday. So it was still a couple months after Dad and Mandy’s wedding, but it was before we would get too busy at work during vacation season.
Dad’s wedding was nice. Mandy was beautiful in her full figured, southern sort of way. The ceremony was sweet and Tyler and I couldn’t help but look at each other, knowing that we’d be promising the same things in just a couple of short months. The idea sent a swarm of dragonflies through my stomach.
“Sam!” Tyler called when he came through the door.
He’d been gone 9 days in Brazil for the hotel project and I was waiting, biting my nails, for him to walk in that door. I jumped out of my seat and booked it toward him. He dropped his duffle and opened his arms, folding me in close to his chest when our bodies collided.
“I hate this new hotel,” I told him for the thousandth time. “I hate anything that takes you away from me.”
“I know, but someone’s got to do it,” he said and squeezed me tighter. “But get dressed. We’re going out.”
“Aren’t you tired?” I asked him, stroking the stubble forming on his jaw.
“I’m freaking exhausted, but I need to go out with you. I need time alone with you.”
I grinned and said, “Give me 15.”
I’d managed to get out of my office clothes and into a little black skirt and shimmery dark purple tank. While I touched up my makeup in the bathroom, I heard Tyler plop onto the bed in our room. A minute later I peeked out at him and saw that he was asleep, spread eagle on the bed, still in his suit. I grinned at the sight and went back into the bathroom to take a bit more time.
After a shower and about half an hour to do my hair, I spent another 20 minutes on makeup and took my sweet
time getting my clothes back on. When I peeked out at Ty, still sleeping on the bed I noticed that I had taken a good 2 hours instead of the allotted 15 minutes.
I pulled some things out of the closet for Tyler to wear, then climbed on the bed, straddled his waist awkwardly with my tight, short skirt, and rained kisses down on his face until he woke up.
He startled awake, then pulled my face toward his for a long needed, eating of each other’s faces.
“I missed you,” He said with a sigh when we finally came up for air.
“I missed you too. Now get up and change. You’re taking me out remember?”
He grinned and sat up, looking largely recharged compared to his earlier state of exhaustion.
I grabbed tall strappy heels as he changed, then picked up the silver pendant his mom gave him, along with his couple of rings and brought them over.
“If I ever meet your mom, I’ll have to thank her for this,” I told him as I slid the necklace over his head.
“If you ever meet my mom you’ll likely punch her before you ever thank her,” he said with a wry smile.
“You’re probably right. But hey, she did 2 things right.”
“And what’s that?” He asked as he buckled his belt around those small hips.
“First,” I stuck out one finger as I counted, “She gave you that necklace, which is tasteful and I like it. Second,” I ticked up my second finger. “She hooked up with Scott then took off running, leaving you in a good place, for the most part.”
Tyler was nodding and after he’d pulled his grey tee over his broad chest, he agreed.
“Make that 3. She gave birth to me.”
I nodded emphatically as I traced every moment of his getting dressed into my memory.
I had a memory bank where I kept just these types of things. Moments that were not especially romantic or sweet, or even sad. Just moments where I realized that I was happy, that I’d found contentment with this man. Contentment in helping him dress, or making coffee in the morning while he showered. I think the best way to describe it would be, bliss.
Tyler finished pulling on his shoes and I handed him the 2 intricate bands he wore on his fingers before he dragged me out of the suite and into the elevator.
“Where are we going?” I asked, a buzz of excitement going through me.
“Dancing,” was all he said, but it was all he needed to.
We headed to the exact club that I saw Tyler dancing with that other woman. The tramp with fake blond hair. The memory was unwelcome, but I reminded myself that he was here with ME now. He was mine.
Tyler, holding my hand, went up to the bouncer and was just given a nod before the velvet rope was unclipped and the door opened. VIP style. But I suppose to them Tyler is a VIP. The perks just never ended!
“Do you want a drink?” Tyler asked in my ear.
I shook my head and instead we molded together and began to sway to the music. We’d never gone dancing before and the feeling was indescribable.
After a while of dancing with each other, Tyler seemed to get anxious to have me closer. I was against him, my back against Ty’s chest as his hands clamped around my waist, pulling my hips toward his and pressing them together in a grinding motion that turned up the heat around us by 20 degrees.
His fingers brushed slowly up my waist, over my ribcage and back down to stroke over my hip. My arms raised and I folded backwards, my fingers slipping into his hair behind me.
He pressed kisses down my neck. Stroking his hand back up my ribs, then touching the bottom of my breast before cupping the entire thing. Running a thumb over the peaked nipple for just a moment, he ran his hand down again. Luckily he was a VIP because there was a lot of PDA (Public Display of Affection) going on. After a little while and a couple songs later Tyler just settled with pulling my arms up, wrapping them around his neck behind me and putting a strong arm around my middle while he kissed and sucked on my neck. Eventually his lips saught mine and once our mouths met, I was done for. We might as well have been alone because I was so gone that I would have stripped and had him right there, in the middle of the dance floor. The kiss started out slow and languid, but quickly picked up speed and passion as it became a savage dance of tongues. Tyler loosened his arm around my waist and I let go of his neck to turn, pressing my body towards his, grinding pelvises together in need.
“Come with me,” he whispered in my ear, removing his body from mine, all except his hand grasped around mine.
I followed him as he quickly made his way out of the club, then slammed his hand down on the elevator button. We had to wait for 3 elevators to come and go around us before the correct one opened. He threw us inside and immediately pushed the button for the top floor.
He turned to me, blue fire blazing in his crystal eyes as he pushed me against the side of the elevator, pulled up one of my legs to stand between them and seized my lips.
His burning lips seared the flesh down my neck and chest, moments away from my breasts when I noticed over Tyler’s shoulder, the black bubble on the ceiling indicating a camera.
“Ty, wait stop! There’s a camera! Someone’s watching us.”
“No one is watching us,” he said as he went for my neck again but I pushed at him a bit to get him to wait until he got to the suite.
With a growl Tyler pounded his hand on the button board, lighting them all up until the elevator stopped at the next floor up. He dragged me out quickly but carefully before shoving me through a door. We went up about 8 stairs before he pushed me against the rail and attacked me again.
The stairwell was empty, with no evidence of cameras, and the excitement was so built up that I couldn’t wait a moment longer. I attacked him back.
He pulled at my hair, jerking my head from one side to the other as he ate away at the flesh behind my ears. Little sounds of pleasure escaped my parted lips until his tongue plied mine again. His hands pulled up the hem of my skirt, barely being able to pull the fabric over my hips before he lifted me and settled me on the handrail against the wall. My back hit cold cement and my ass chilled on the steel rail, but nothing could cool the burn aching between my legs.
Suddenly Tyler grinned and said, “Good girl.”
I was confused for a moment until I felt his fingers brush over my most sensitive bits. I wasn’t wearing underwear and he was happy about it.
“Damn you’re so ready for me,” Tyler whispered into my ear as I began pulling at his belt and jeans.
With a low chuckle he assisted me with the buckle, button, and fly before he rearranged my hips again and pushed into me. We were a chorus of moans for a moment, reveling in the feel of each other after so many days apart.
The only sound around us was the sound of our own breath. Tyler’s grunting pants and my tiny exhales. My fingers dug into his hair and I latched my lips to his ear to nibble, kiss and pant only for him to hear.
Tyler’s fingers dug into my hips harder as he reached his precipice. I could tell just by the tension in his jaw that he was ready.
I reached between our bellies and pressed my fingers against my sensitive nub before I could feel his muscles contracting, and warmth filling my womb with his pulsing erection. He ground out a curse against my neck as his movements grew less frantic and forceful.
After slipping my arms around his neck, I pressed his head closer to me, loving the feeling of him in my arms.
“Sorry I didn’t last long enough,” he said with a pant in my ear. “When I haven’t had you in a week and a half I can’t control myself.”
“I don’t have to orgasm to enjoy it,” I said with a chuckle.
“It’d still be nice though, right?” he asked, pulling back to look at me.
“It’s always nice. But you get a free pass this time. You can make it up to me later.”
He grinned and dug his head back into the crook of my shoulder.
Eventually, when my butt began to ache on the small bar holding my weight we moved back up the stairs and rode the e
levator up to the suite. It didn’t take long for us to engage in another round of lovemaking, but this time Tyler made it all about me. And after that, he passed out hardcore. I just laid and watched his peaceful face sleep for a few minutes before succumbing myself.
Chapter 16
For the next 2 months Tyler and I treasured the time we had together since it grew shorter every week. Tyler began spending half his time in Brazil as they got permits and he met with government officials, gaining favor for the project. Scott went sometimes, but mostly sent Tyler in his stead since the Triton demanded so much of his time. Scott and I began to spend more time together as a consequence. Dad was still new in his marriage so I didn’t want to bug him, and Connor had already shipped off To boot camp. I felt alone a good portion of the time when he was gone. Luckily Scott and I got along.
The two of us would watch tv together, chat about random, unimportant things, and generally keep each other company. We even found ourselves going to dinner sometimes after work. That was the case more and more as we grew comfortable together.
“You know, I feel terrible with how often Tyler’s been gone lately,” Scott said during one of these dinners.
“Yeah, well the wedding’s in just a couple of weeks so I suppose I can wait a little longer. We’ve got an entire week off to enjoy each other without interruptions.”
I gave Scott a pointed look, reminding him that Tyler was MINE during that week.
“Oh don’t worry, Tyler’s been reminding me too,” Scott said with a chuckle.
I rolled my eyes and fiddled with my water glass.
“So what’s Tyler taking you to do for your birthday tomorrow?” Scott asked after taking another long draw on his Crown Royal.
It was his drink of choice I was learning. Whiskey in general. I think I could remember on one hand how many beers I’d seen him drink. Wine more often but only in mixed company. He was comfortable with me enough now to imbibe the hard stuff.
“He gets in tomorrow, and we’re supposed to spend the evening together once he gets back from the airport.”