Chapter Six
What’s wrong with wanting some romance? From my place in the diner, behind my book, I’ve watched as couples come and go. They don’t know they are being watched. I guess it’s kind of creepy watching other couples, trying to see if something magical could happen, but it doesn’t. The men look bored, and I watch some of them eye up either the waitresses or other women.
They’re always looking for something better.
I’d hate to have that. To be sitting with the man I wanted, only for him to be looking for a better, younger, more improved model. We’re all going to be old one day. Why can’t they see that?
Tyler watched as Eliza slept. It had taken a great deal of convincing last night that not only could he feed her, which he had, but that he’d take her home the next day. She had some serious trust issues, and he figured that came from her mother just taking off without a backward glance.
She looked so peaceful. The blanket he’d thrown over them the night before only covered her waist, leaving her tits and stomach exposed, and his cock hardened at the sight. He wanted to press those breasts together and push his cock between the valley.
So many dirty, sexy things he wanted to do to her. When she began to stir, he pretended to be asleep, curious about what she’d do.
He was sure she stared at him for a few seconds before the bed began to move. When she made to climb out, and he knew she’d try to escape, he caught her wrist before she left the bed, tugging her back inside.
Pressing her beneath him, he smiled. “Going somewhere?”
“You were awake?”
He glanced over at the clock. “For over an hour at least.”
“What are you still doing in bed?”
“Watching you sleep.”
There went her cheeks again, going a nice shade of red. “You shouldn’t be doing that.”
“Why not?”
She opened her mouth to say something before closing it again.
“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked.
“What if I was snoring or something?” she asked.
“You weren’t snoring. You looked very peaceful, and cute.” He stroked a finger down her cheek, across her lips, and smiled. “No need to frown. Don’t forget, I had my cock balls deep inside you less than…” He glanced over at the clock again. “Four hours ago.” He’d not been able to resist her, so he’d woken her in the night for another taste.
She sighed. “I’m not used to this.”
“The morning after? I know. Don’t worry, I think I can rustle you up some breakfast, and we can talk.”
“What is this, Tyler?” she asked. “The other day in your office, and now this. I didn’t think you knew my name.”
“I surprised you then, didn’t I? Not only did I see you, Eliza, I wanted you, and this is nothing more than finally acting on it.” With the help of her diary, which let him know she wasn’t completely oblivious to everything. “This is no joke. I want to get to know you, Eliza. You’re mine. Simple as that.”
She took a deep breath, and he heard her stomach growl.
“I’m starving. It’s time I showed you my skills.” He pressed a kiss to her lips and climbed out of bed.
He threw a pair of sweatpants on and grabbed a shirt from out of his closet. “Here you go, wear this. I’ll see you downstairs in five.” He pointed to the bathroom, stepped up close, took a kiss, and left her to it.
Tyler didn’t want to overwhelm her, so he began to prepare them both breakfast, which always started with a great cup of coffee.
His fridge was always loaded with bacon and some leftover potatoes, and he began to make a leftover potato hash. He liked to cook. His mother was a good cook, and she’d taught him everything he knew.
It was a skill he prided himself on.
Five minutes later, Eliza appeared. Her ebony hair had been brushed but still had the “just fucked” look that he’d always yearned to see.
“Take a seat, baby.” He poured them both a cup of coffee, and placed one in front of her. She didn’t like cream or sweetener, just a splash of milk.
He knew how she took her coffee.
Maybe he’d become a little obsessed with her, while also focusing on his future, wanting to find out the finer things she enjoyed. Every now and again, he looked back to find her watching him.
He liked her gaze on him.
“So, you’re not at work today?” he asked.
“No, not today. Next weekend I am. At least on Saturday. We always rotate it. I have one weekend off a month.”
“You’re spending the day with me,” he said.
“I am?”
“Yes. I need to go and get a new couch. The one I’ve got is threadbare, and I got it at a trash heap years ago. I fixed it up, but I’ve been meaning to go and get a new one. You interested in coming?”
He wasn’t lying about the trash heap bargain. A lot of people threw stuff away that still had a lot of life in it. His father never liked to let anything to go to waste, and always made sure he’d gotten his money’s worth.
Tyler was the same, saving money, building a future for his kids. He wanted a family, a big one.
“I’d love to go with you.”
“No funny business either. I’ll fuck you when I’m ready,” he said, with a wink.
Red looked really good on her, and he loved making her blush. Finishing their breakfast, he piled it on a plate, and took a seat beside her at the kitchen counter.
This was one of his fantasies, and it was now a dream come true.
****
“Come on, have a feel of this one,” Tyler said, patting the open seat beside them.
Eliza sighed, and sat down next to him. He placed his arm across her shoulders, and she sank against him.
It felt nice, comfortable, not too firm.
They’d been looking at furniture for nearly three hours, and she had forgotten how hard it was to pick out the right couch. She hated something that was too hard, or too soft. There had to be some middle ground between feeling like you were sinking, and then sitting on a brick.
“I don’t know,” Tyler said, putting her head on his shoulder.
“Why do you have to keep doing that?”
“We’re going to be spending a lot of time on the couch, babe. I want to make sure it feels right. It’s a shame they don’t have a private room so I can see how good it feels to fuck on.”
She jerked up.
He kept saying things that made her hot and horny all over again.
She wasn’t used to it.
Tyler chuckled, standing up. “You’re right. We’ll more than likely fall asleep on that one.”
“I don’t think you need me to pick out a couch.”
“Wrong, I do. I told you, Eliza, it’s got to feel right.” He took hold of her hand, which he’d been doing since they left the car.
No one was in any doubt that she belonged to him.
Yes, she was nervous.
Yes, she loved it.
Damn it. She didn’t want him to stop, and that in itself scared her.
They both sat down on the third seat, and immediately sat up.
“I think I broke my back. That one was way too hard.”
She chuckled.
They moved around the store, and every time someone came to talk to them, Tyler would grab her, pull her into his arms, and kiss her until they left.
The staff kept a safe distance away from them. At least they had that in common. She hated when she was looking at furniture or anything, when people would just step up and begin asking questions, trying to help.
They passed a yellow sofa that looked like it had a smoking habit, and they both turned their noses up at it.
“That is just nasty,” Tyler said, to which she agreed. “You know, I think it’s easier going to a dump to pick out a sofa.”
“I’m not going to a dump, and if you’re wanting to make out with me, it’s going to be on something new,” she said, brow raised.
“It’s about time you realized I’m going to be making out with you.”
She rolled her eyes, releasing his hand and taking a seat.
Tyler followed her, pulling her against him, and they both settled in. To her, this couch was perfect. It had the right softness without it being too much, and she rested against Tyler with ease. Not only that, as she closed her eyes, she could also see him making love or fucking her.
“This is perfect,” he said.
“You think so?”
“Yep.” He gave a little wriggle. The tips of his fingers stroked her arm. “This is the one.”
She was shocked that he agreed, and then she realized she didn’t actually say anything.
Tyler called over one of the salespeople and began the process of buying. While he dealt with all of the payment business, she moved around the store going toward the beds and mattresses.
Had he been with a lot of women in his bed?
She sat on the edge of one, pouting her lips as she hated the jealousy that rushed through her at the thought of another woman knowing him so intimately.
That’s what you get when you spend all of your free time in a damn book.
“You like that?” Tyler asked.
“It’s comfortable.”
He took her hand, and she sighed. “Have you been with a lot of people?” she asked.
“Nope. If you’re wondering if I’ve fucked women on my bed at home, the answer is no. That home is my own, and I didn’t take any women back there. I’ve not been with anyone else in a few years, Eliza.”
She looked at him, doubting that. “You’re a hot guy.”
He chuckled. “I’m pleased that you really think so.” He lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to it.
“Come on, Tyler, be serious for, like, a second.”
“I can be serious for a whole minute. There’s no one else. You don’t have to worry about another woman, or thinking that someone else has your place or been there. Trust me, Eliza. I won’t ever lie to you, and I don’t want you to lie to me either.”
She didn’t know what this was.
She stared down at their hands, his much larger one surrounding hers. They were so different, and yet, they were sitting on the edge of a bed inside a furniture store. Just the other day, she was reading a book, wanting something like this.
“Talk to me,” he said.
“It’s nothing. I’m just surprised about, you know, how we are right now.” She shrugged.
“Do you want me to put a label on it?” he asked.
“Yes. I do.”
“I’m your boyfriend, Eliza.”
She’d never had a boyfriend.
Looking into his eyes, she saw that he was indeed serious.
“This isn’t a joke?”
“No joke. You’re my girlfriend, and I’m your boyfriend. Are you ready to go and get some dinner? I’m starving, and this has taken a lot longer than I thought it would.”
She squeezed his hand. “I’m ready to eat.”
For once, she was going to take a chance. She didn’t know exactly what this was, but she was going to let whatever this was, ride out. Her father was always telling her to take risks, to take a chance.
This was going to be the chance she took.
She only hoped at the end of it, it wasn’t too much of a risk.