LAUREN

 

 

Sadie insisted on hanging around the house with the sole purpose of pissing off Tyler. He could barely concentrate, his hands slipping to my body every chance they got, but then Sadie would notice and clear her throat loudly until he pulled himself away and then she would laugh until she was breathless.

By the time evening faded into night, Sadie had had enough of her teasing and left to go out for dinner with some friends, but not before listing off rules of where we could and could not have sex in the house, grinning wickedly the entire time.

When she yelled her goodbyes and the door shut behind her, Tyler stood from the couch, grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bedroom, firmly shutting the door behind him. Spinning me around, he pushed me against the back of the door, his hand either side of my face, caging me with his body. He didn’t speak. He didn’t do anything other than stare at me for a very long time. The intensity of his gaze sent sparks of desire fizzling under my chest and down to the depths of my being. I didn’t move though. There was something challenging and demanding in the way he looked at me. Something so scorched with lust, I was frozen, trapped by the demand of his eyes, waiting for the command of his mouth.

Tyler’s chest rose and fell as he reached out and trailed a single finger over my cheek, down my neck, between the swells of my breasts under the fabric and then toyed with the hem of my shirt, lifting it just high enough for a strip of flesh to be exposed. He lowered himself, eyes locked on mine until his mouth found the exposed skin and left moist trails of desire in its wake.

I drew in a breath of air as his mouth worked across my belly. His lips danced along the waistband of my jeans, before moving upwards, no flesh left unattended until finally, he found my breast. Taking as much of the soft flesh in his mouth as he could, his tongue swirled around my nipple, and I caught my lip between my teeth, breathing deeply as the sensation overwhelmed me.

“My god, Tyler,” I moaned under his attention.

At the sound of my words, his mouth moved away and he tore at my clothing, suddenly desperate. He fumbled, my t-shirt getting tossed over my head and floating to the ground and my jeans following suit. He moved quickly and fluidly until I was naked before him, and he was naked before me. I didn’t even see him remove his clothing, but there he stood, still encasing me with his body as I leaned against the door.

“Kneel,” he commanded.

My body trembled as I obeyed, all the times he had used that tone, that voice of command with me before, racing through my head. But there was something different about this time. It was a command and a question. A wish, not an expectation. I knelt before him, heart beating rapidly, excitement pooling as I waited to be told what to do next. I loved how he could do this to me. I loved how one movement, one word, could demand so much and have me quivering to please him. I missed pleasing him. I wanted to please him. I ached to please him. It was a physical need, an emotional longing. 

Tilting my chin so I looked into his eyes, Tyler bent down to kiss me gently and softly. “You are the most beautiful thing in the world.”

A million emotions ran through me. Excitement and terror. Pleasure and torture. Lust and longing.

“Tell me you want me, Lauren. I need to hear those words come out of your mouth.”

His finger was still under my chin as I spoke. “I want you, Tyler Thornton. Only you. Always you.”

Submitting to the pressure of his finger, I rose from kneeling on the backs of my legs and lifted as his mouth found mine. His hand dipped between my legs and he groaned against my mouth when he discovered how wet I was.

“What will you do for me?” he asked.

“Anything,” I replied. I was under his spell, ready and willing to do whatever he wanted. Anything. Everything.

He cupped his hand to my cheek, then dragged his fingers over my jawline until he gripped my chin between his fingers. “Open.”

I did as asked, and Tyler guided himself into me, his hands knotting in my hair as I took him in my mouth. I squirmed as I bobbed up and down, the desire welling inside me so strongly, I felt the need to quell it before I came without him even touching me. Tyler’s hands moved to the back of my head, pulling me to him, suffocating me on his hardness. He held me there for the briefest of moments before releasing, letting himself fall from my mouth as I gasped for air. But it only made me eager for more. I moved to take him in my mouth again, but he pulled me to my feet, his mouth claiming mine as he turned me and walked me backwards until the bed hit the back of my knees and I fell onto the soft covers. Gripping my thighs, Tyler pulled until my backside was perched on the edge of the bed. Then, with the pressure of his hands on the inside of my thighs, he opened me, his eyes darkening with lust when I was fully exposed. Hot breath teased my flesh. The stroke of his tongue was as light as a feather at first, teasing and toying before applying pressure and diving into me. It was almost too much. My body had been on alert since our encounter in the bathroom, longing for him as we sat on the couch, trying to keep our hands to ourselves, and now, finally, after all the build-up, I was afraid I was about to explode and shatter all over him after a few masterful strokes of his tongue.

“You taste so good.” His mumbled words vibrated over my sensitive flesh.

His finger joined the assault, slipping inside me, back and forth, slick with my arousal.

“Tyler, careful,” I moaned, not wanting the sensation to push me over the edge just yet.

“No,” he said, inserting another finger and increasing the pressure. He put his mouth over the apex of my sex, sucking as his fingers worked inside. Looking down at his dark and mussed hair between my legs, his mouth latched to me, and his eyes flicking up to meet mine was too much and I cried out loudly as an orgasm ripped through me.

“Tyler!” I panted as the waves of pleasure crashed over me.

Rising from his position on the floor, Tyler climbed over me. “I love hearing my name on your lips like that.”

Grabbing himself, he rubbed his cock back and forth over my clit, the softness and the hardness contrasting in a way that made my body jerk and twitch, overly sensitive. And then he guided himself in, moaning delightfully as he sunk in deeply. My walls clamped around his hardness, the feeling almost too much after my recent explosion, and I gripped his hips with my thighs, preventing him from pushing in any further.

“Relax,” he said, increasing the urgency of his penetration.

“I can’t,” I panted. Every cell was on edge. Every nerve tingled.

Tyler’s hands wove into my hair, knotting themselves and jerking my head backwards so he could kiss my neck. When he reached the tender curve, the dip of my neck he loved so much, the feeling of his mouth melted my body and Tyler sunk in deeper, sighing as he pushed in all the way. Moving back and forth slowly, he allowed time for me to recover as our bodies pressed against each other with each rock and thrust. When all resistance had left me, when my body was warm and subdued to his touch again, Tyler sat back on his knees so he could watch where our bodies joined.

“Play with yourself,” he said.

Needing little encouragement, I moved to the wetness, toying with myself as he rocked within me, his eyes trained to where I pleasured myself. His movements became harder, faster, sharper as he thrust into me, giving little heed to the way my bed rocked and banged against the wall.

“You’re getting tighter,” he said as the pressure inside me built. “Come for me, Lauren. Let me feel you.”

And I did, panting out his name once again as he held his hand over my mouth, releasing his essence into me until he was finally spent and lay over me, our bodies slick with sweat.

Having excused myself to the bathroom, I slipped back under the covers, relishing the warmth of Tyler’s body. I snuggled into his side, one leg splayed across his, arm draped across his stomach and head resting on his chest. Placing a kiss on the top of my head, Tyler squeezed, his arm crushing me closer to his side.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

The light from the lamp on the street shone through my window, casting strange shadows across the bed.

“For what?” Sleep was pulling me into a lazy haze of comfort.

“For taking me back. For understanding. For forgiving me.”

“I would have waited forever,” I said. And in that moment I knew it to be true. There would be no other man for me. Tyler was my everything. All I ever wanted. Even though I had broken up with him, I knew I would never be able to stay away from him forever, but I was still glad we had that time apart. Time for me to reflect on what I wanted, what I needed, and time for Tyler to do the same. Gabe was merely a brief part of my past, one that we needed to accept, but one that no longer mattered. Both Tyler and I knew what we wanted.

And what we wanted was each other.

“She’s telling him tomorrow.” Tyler didn’t need to say who. The revelation of his news was never far from my thoughts.

“When are you going to meet him?” I whispered.

Tyler shifted under me as he reached for the floor, pulling his cell phone out of his jeans lying discarded on the ground. “Claudia wants to give him a bit of time to wrap his head around this new development in his life. I’m going there next weekend. That will give him a week to adjust to the idea. Part of me wonders if he would want to wait that long. I know if I found out that the father I previously thought was dead was suddenly announced as alive, I wouldn’t want to wait that long to meet him. But it’s Claudia’s decision. She’s been there for this kid his whole life. I’m just an unexpected interruption to it.”

I moved to lie on my back, my head supported by the crook of his armpit. “That wasn’t your choice though. You were never given the choice of knowing him.”

“I just hope he understands that.”

“I’m sure once he meets you everything will be fine. How could he not love you?”

Entering his passcode, Tyler brought up the social media account for his son. Unwanted tears rushed to my eyes when I saw the picture of the smiling boy. I wasn’t sure why.

“This is him,” Tyler said, tilting the phone so I could see the image better. “This is my son.”

There was no mistaking that he was Tyler’s. He had the same dark hair, the same smirk for a smile, the same straight teeth and ever so slightly crooked nose. With his hair styled at the same length as Gabe’s, it was hard not to see him in the boy too. He reminded me a little of all the brothers.

“Does Hamish know you know yet? Have you told any of the rest of your family?

Tyler shook his head, the movement jiggling his arm. “Not yet. I want to meet him first. Give myself time to wrap my head around it all before I confront Hamish, or tell anyone else. At the moment I’ve only told you and Sadie. I do wonder whether Diana’s been on the phone to Hamish though. I didn’t think they had any communication since they divorced, but clearly, I was wrong about that.”

Flicking through the photos that were available, Dante’s profile showed a kid heavily into sport. He appeared to play both rugby and hockey during the winter, as well as cricket and water polo over the summer. With a smile constantly on his face, Dante had his arms slung around the shoulders of his friends in most of the pictures, a happy and carefree teenager.

“Will you come with me to meet him?”

“You want me there?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t. It would just be for the weekend. We’d leave on Friday night and then come back home on Sunday.”

“Then I’d love to.”

“I want him to meet us together so he knows right from the start that you are a part of my life, a part of his, too. I’m in this for the long-haul, Lauren.”