With help from me, he sheds his clothes.
Spreading my knees apart, he runs his hands down the length of my body, until he reaches my throbbing pussy. He smacks my glistening mound. “If I take you right now, there will be no turning back between us. You understand?”
“Please, Tyler. There is nothing I want more than for you to fill your pussy with my cock. I want you to claim me. I want to live in your world with you.” I take his length between my hands and guide him into me.
“Your cock,” he growls in my ear as he pushes further in me.
“That’s right Tyler, you said there is no going back. Now this…” I wrap my hand around the base of his dick as it is sliding in and out of me, telling him, “belongs to me.”
“Fuck.” He starts hammering into me faster. Getting on his knees, he puts my legs over his shoulders. He throws his head back, as I grip the sheets trying to hold off from my orgasm a little longer.
“I’m so close,” he whispers in a strain.
“I want you to fill me with your come, Tyler. I want you to come all inside of me.”
“Roll over,” he commands pulling out of me, and I ache without his warmth filling me.
He lays kisses all down my back stopping at my ass, he bites my left cheek hard. I arch my back and push my ass up, giving him perfect access. I buck my hips as his dick stakes its claim on me. Just as I told him to, he fills me with his passion.
He collapses beside of me, bringing my hand to his mouth, placing a tender kiss on the back of it.
Eventually, Tyler gets up and puts on a pair of shorts, and hands me my robe. After going to the bathroom, I make my way into the hall to grab the broom from the closet to sweep up the glass.
Chapter Sixteen
The intensity of the day takes its claim over me as I drift to sleep in Tyler’s arms. I awake a few hours later in a cold sweat. An image of Brian’s car keeps playing through my head. Then I flash back to grade school when I first met him. He looked even more like Jace then. We were on the playground and he accidentally hit me with his bat. After that day, we were inseparable, until the day I changed the courses of our lives forever. I don’t even realize I am talking and mumbling, until Tyler replies to what I am saying.
“You ready to talk to me about everything.”
“I’m ready to try.”
Tyler cradles me closer and kisses the top of my head. I clear my throat and try to find the words.
“Where do you want me to start?”
“Tell me everything about you and Brian. I want to hear anything you want to share with me.”
I start by telling him the playground story. I share with him how Brian always wanted to play baseball, and how proud I was to see him play on live television living his dream in the diamond. We talk about the day that changed my life forever, the day I learned I was pregnant with Jace. All the emotions I felt, happy, excited, scared —like my life was ending. We talk about the emails and how life seemed to only help my lies grow stronger. I tell him everything leading up to the night Brian showed up on my door.
“I am so sorry I slept with him. I wasn’t thinking straight. I was so hurt from what I th
ought you had done. I used him to forget my grief. I used him to get back at you. I felt so torn. I knew it was wrong, and yet I did it anyways,” I confess.
“Sugar, you can’t take it back. It kills me to know that you thought I hurt you and deserted you, when you needed me the most. And as horrible as it sounds, I hate Brian for being the one to comfort you, and for taking what’s mine. But, at the same time, I am grateful that he gave you Jace. I’m sorry that Jace will never know his dad and that you have lost another person you care so much for.”
“I blame myself. I knew he was drunk, and I let him walk out the door. I should have stopped him. I was just so scared of what he might do.” My tears return as I begin to spiral back into the black void I deserve to live in. But, Tyler is here and he is refusing to let me give up on life, on us, on being Jace’s mother.
He keeps soothing me and reassuring me that there is nothing I could have done to save Brian from himself. When nice doesn’t work, he comes at me. “You’re taking the coward’s way out Aria. I won’t let you sink into a depression and hate yourself. You are a good person, you hear me.”
I can’t listen to him sing my praises right now. I change the subject and ask about him. I mean I know Tyler, but there is so much I don’t know about him.
We start with his childhood. He grew up in the Midwest, with his parents, and his older brother Davie. He attended UCLA on a full soccer scholarship. His brother’s care fell to him once his parents fell ill themselves and were no longer able to care for him properly. He had an offer to go to Brazil to play soccer, but he couldn’t walk away from his family.
Davie had muscular dystrophy and he required around the clock care that his family couldn’t afford. Tyler finished college with a business degree and he threw himself into any job he could get to pay for his brother’s care, but nothing seemed to be enough. He answered an ad for a job at Indigo for a bouncer and worked his way up and earned a place with the MC.
His brother passed away last year from his illness, it was very hard on him. He tells me had his parents not needed him so much, he may have never moved to Florida to take care of them. They are in a senior living community not far from Miami, and most of his income is used to pay for their needs so that they aren’t put under state care.
Tyler was in love once, or so he thought, but once his sweetheart found out that he wouldn’t be her ticket out, she up and left him high and dry. She actually had the nerve to tell him that if it weren’t for Davie they would still be together when he bumped into her a few years later.