Chapter 6

Sometimes I feel like I need a cup of coffee for each person I have to deal with in a day.

Reagan

I was disappointed.

Surprisingly, the date went fairly well after he stopped being all smug and shit about knowing I was his blind date while I hadn’t a clue.

Admittedly, it was the best date I’d had in a really long time—not that I’d be informing Janie of that—nor Tyler for that matter.

Janie already had a big enough head as it was. She didn’t need me adding to her big head to prove that she was knowledgeable in the way of Reagan Rose.

She was a great friend, but give Janie an inch and she’d take a mile.

Needless to say, as I walked in my door and closed it behind me, I was thinking that this wasn’t how a date was supposed to end.

He’d followed me home, watched as I got into my house and left after he’d seen my lights turn on. I knew that because I watched him through the window as I flipped them on. I’d seen his eyes follow the movement of my body in the window before giving me a chin tilt and backing out of the driveway.

Now, as I stood in my living room, I felt nervous.

My entire body vibrated with need—need for a man who drove me up the fuckin’ wall.

God, everything about the man made every single part of me sit up and pay attention.

I wasn’t sure I liked it since I’d never had this feeling for another human being, ever.

I wanted him so bad I could practically taste it.

It was a bittersweet feeling this way because I wasn’t sure if I wanted to yell at him or fuck him.

Angrily, I walked away from my front door and stripped off my nice pants and shirt, tossing them in the vicinity of the laundry hamper that was getting overly full. I’d have to go wash some clothes tomorrow.

The only problem with that was that the shared laundromat for the cabins was all the way on the opposite side of the park and I’d have to lug the clothes all the way out to my truck, fold them there and try like hell to get them back to my cabin without having to refold them again.

It was a precarious process and I hated doing it. Hence the reason the pile was growing ever-larger by the day.

Clothes were the bane of my existence. I’d never gotten the hang of folding them and despite my good intentions, more often than not, they just ended up wadded up in the laundry basket until I was ready to wear them.

Hooking my fingers in my panties, I was about to shove them down over my hips when I heard two sharp knocks at my door.

Eyebrows furrowing, I started toward the door and flipped the curtain partially out of the way to see who it was.

Tyler’s dark eyes met mine and I knew then that he was feeling everything that I had been feeling, too.

It was all there, written on his face and set deep in his eyes.

He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

I unlocked the door, opened it and stared out at the man standing there in the shadows.

His chest was heaving and I could see the obvious bulge in his uniform pants.

He wanted me.

I wanted him.

We met like two angry people fighting for what they wanted—each other.

Neither one of us gave an inch.

I didn’t want to want him—at least that was what I logically was trying to tell myself.

But, physically? I realized rather quickly that life didn’t always give you what you wanted. It gave you what you needed. And right now? I needed Tyler more than I needed anything else in this world.

When my bra was wrenched over my head without unhooking it, causing the bones in the cups to scrape painfully up my side, I didn’t even complain.

Couldn’t, really.

Not with the way my internal organs were rioting over who should be in control.

Like my heart—it was beating so fast that I could feel it pounding against my chest.

My lungs were heaving, trying to catch up with my brain, which was firing on every available synapse.

My fingers itched to claw at him, but before I could reach for him, he caught both of my wrists in one hand, lifted them high up over my head and slammed them against the wall that I hadn’t even been aware we were near.

“This is only happening once,” he growled. “I’m not doing it ever again.”

I laughed in his face. “We’re going to do it a whole lot more than once. But only for tonight. By morning, you’re gone.”

I had too much to do in my life right now than to have Tyler in it, dictating how I lived it.

No way, no how. It wasn’t going to happen.

“Shut up and kiss me,” he ordered, slamming his mouth down on mine.

He tasted like beer and cinnamon—from the cake that he’d shared with me.

Originally, he hadn’t intended to have any. But when the waitress came out with what appeared to be about half the damn cake as a slice, I forced him to help me.

He did, but he stayed on his half of the cake and I stayed on mine.

We’d been completely cordial and hadn’t once let our feelings shine through.

Honestly, if it hadn’t been for that lingering touch of his as he’d helped me from the table as we were leaving, we’d have appeared as business partners there for a business meeting it’d been that civilized.

But now? With his ravenous mouth on mine, pillaging it freely? Yeah, polite and cordial Tyler was gone and out-of-control Tyler was introducing himself to loving-it Reagan.

“You’re young. You annoy the shit out of me and you do things that are not okay, despite the fact that they’re minor infractions, they’re still illegal. Your father is one of my friends and my life is too busy to deal with you on top of it.”

I let my mouth run down his bearded jaw, stopping at his Adam’s apple to offer it a kiss before moving on to the column of his throat.

All the while, I explored and he continued to list his reasons why this wasn’t a good idea.

But, when he got to the part about being too busy to deal with me, I bit him.

He cursed and I felt his hips—hips that pushed the long column of his cock into me—jerk.

“Fuck,” he cursed. “This is the worst idea in the history of bad ideas. God.”

“Stop bitching and fuck me.”

He didn’t. Not at first.

He moved to my breasts.

My impressively small breasts that had always made me somewhat self-conscious.

But Tyler didn’t act like they were too small.

In fact, he seemed not to care about that or my kinda-too-large nipples, either.

Or the freckle on my right boob that looked like a tiny heart.

He just bent down and captured one nipple in his mouth, bringing a hand up to cup my breast and feed himself.

I felt my knees go weak at the first pull from that delicious mouth and he moved, pressing his hips into mine at the same time as he hauled me farther up the wall by my hands.

He used the strength in one arm only to lift me completely off my feet, using just his hips to pin me against the wall right where he wanted me.

The new position also lined my breasts up with his mouth so he no longer had to stoop down. Making me think he liked this position better anyway.

A moan slipped from my mouth when he bit down lightly on the turgid peak and I closed my eyes as stuff started to happen between my legs that had never happened with an actual man before.

It had, of course, happened with my battery-operated boyfriend, but never with that one person who I allowed to get this close to me.

“I’m going to come,” I announced, unsure what to do.

But then that choice was taken right out of my hand when Tyler switched to my other breast and ground his hard cock into my core.

I detonated, unable to do anything else.

I started to come and I didn’t stop until I felt like everything and everyone had changed—the world around me included.

I blinked open my eyes, staring down breathlessly at Tyler’s lust-filled eyes and knew that once wasn’t going to be enough with the man.

I’d have to have him.

Tonight. Next week. Next month.

I’d wait for him to get his act together. I’d wait for him to come to me.

But I’d also be sure to give him the space he needed to come to terms with what was happening between us.

In the meantime, I’d thoroughly enjoy him while I had him tonight and hope that held me over for the time it took him to pull his head out of his ass.

“You back with me, baby girl?” he rasped against my breastbone, drawing kisses down a slow path along my chest.

“I think so,” I said breathlessly. “But I don’t think you can top what just happened. We should probably stop now.”

He chuckled. “We’ll see.”

And see we did.

Moments after I’d made that declaration, I found myself face down over the arm of the brown leather couch in the middle of the cabin.

The padding was thick and soft, giving me enough cushion to…smack.

I jolted up, shoving my hands into the couch and started to scramble away from the fire on my ass, but Tyler halted me with one big hand around my hip. “Don’t move.”

I stilled at the scariness in his tone.

I don’t know what made me still. I don’t know why I even wanted to listen to his command.

All I knew was that I did and there wasn’t a single thing that my conscious mind could do about it.

He smoothed the same palm that had just caused me pain up and over my ass and let it linger on the handprint that I knew was there for a few long moments before moving it to the split between my ass cheeks.

“Your juices are covering your ass. If it wasn’t for these panties, they’d be running down your thighs,” he murmured, sounding amused.

I swallowed and dropped down so that my body was once again laying on the couch, my face pressed against one cushion, mouth slightly parted.

Anticipation ran rampant through me and I wanted nothing more than to beg him to tell me what would happen next.

Though, I had a feeling he wouldn’t tell me.

He wanted to surprise me.

I bit my lip and waited for whatever it was that he’d do.

Which, apparently, was rub my panties through my juices so I’d know just how much was there.

“You want me badly,” he murmured, allowing one thick thumb to trail from my tailbone to my entrance.

I made a noise in the back of my throat and he chuckled.

His hands went to the waistband of my panties and he slowly, deliciously, pulled them down my legs.

One inch at a time until they were dangling from one ankle.

He left them dangling there and I did, too.

I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to kick them off, or if he liked them hanging there and I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing. So, I decided to play nice.

I played the part of the good little girl instead of the devil that normally influenced me.

Another smack, this one on my left cheek, had me squeaking in surprise.

Somewhere in between one breath and the next, I felt his cock at my entrance.

My entire body froze solid and I started to semi-hyperventilate.

He was big.

Really, really big.

Bigger than my vibrator, which I used on a daily basis and way bigger than my ex.

Of course, Tyler himself was a big man. His hands were huge and the one time I’d looked down and studied his feet, I recall thinking that a man this large would be large in other places.

But feeling his penis at my entrance? Oh, man. I knew I was going to feel it tomorrow.

Did I tell him to stop? Did I say this wasn’t a good idea?

Hell no.

I was a smart girl.

I knew that, despite how big he was, this was going to feel really good.

Hell, it might feel great.

“You’re thinking too hard,” he murmured.

I licked my lips. “I’m thinking about how big your cock is and wondering how it’s going to feel when I have to walk miles and miles around the lake tomorrow. Not to mention all the boat riding I’ll have to be doing.”

He snickered and pushed an inch inside, making my eyes go wide.

“I imagine it’s going to feel like you’ve been thoroughly fucked.”

Before I could reply, he buried himself to the hilt and I screamed.

I tried to get myself under control. Tried to tone it down because I knew for a fact that there were at least seven elderly neighbors who might come over here just to check on me and make sure I was all right.

But…I didn’t care.

Didn’t and couldn’t.

I didn’t because he was doing things to me that I had wanted for a very long time and I couldn’t because he was making it hard to breathe. To draw oxygen into my lungs and form cohesive thoughts.

He pulled back slowly and I imagined that this was what it felt like when your soul was taken out of your body.

Sam and Dean from Supernatural had been favorites of mine since the show’s first episode aired. I’ve watched every single episode, on every single season and I watched multiple times as souls were taken from bodies.

And feeling him withdraw, feeling every inch of Tyler’s cock as it glided out of me at such a slow pace that I nearly cried out in refusal? Yeah, that’s definitely how I imagined the whole soul-leaving-the-body scenario.

He smoothed his hand down my spine to quiet and comfort me, as I realized that I hadn’t been as quiet as I’d thought I was being.

Damn, I was glad that my two closest neighbors wore hearing aids.

“You’re so tight. I have to go slow,” he murmured thickly.

I swallowed around a lump in my throat, somewhat mollified, at least for the moment, that he was planning on doing other things besides just that one thrust.

I looked at him over my shoulder.

His eyes were not on me. They were on my ass, or more likely, where the head of his cock was once again poised at my entrance.

He was shirtless and his tanned face matched his tanned chest—or at least what I could see of it was. That tanned chest had tattoos all over it.

I’m not even talking about big tattoos, either. I’m talking about tattoo after tattoo, spanning from his collarbone, just under where his shirt collar would ride, down to his belt. Some of the tattoos—like the octopus—wrapped partially around his side and disappeared into his pants at his waist.

He had a pirate ship, a gun with a bayonet and boots—it looked like it was a memorial of some sort—and a Japanese Oni/demon.

Swirls of tribal designs filled the space in between the tattoos and made it all come together into one cohesive collage.

All, that is, except for one tattoo, right above his heart.

That was the only spot that didn’t have a single drop of color. It spanned his entire pectoral muscle from nipple to collarbone. It was the only space on his entire torso without ink and my entire hand would likely fit there without touching a single drop of ink.

My fingers curled into my palm aching to touch that spot, but then he finally stopped jacking around and filled me again, making me forget my own name, let alone that I wanted to touch him.

I moaned into the couch cushion, not realizing that I’d turned back around again until I found it hard to breathe.

“Goddamn, you are tight,” he whispered. “I tried to gather control. Tried to tell myself you didn’t really feel as good as I thought you did. Tried to compose what you destroyed…but all it takes is feeling you wrapped around me again and I realize how stupid I really am.”

I didn’t know what to say to that.

You’re welcome? I’m sorry?

I wasn’t sure if I should feel bad or not that he had zero control when it came to me.

But that thought was fleeting, because he then started to fuck me.

Hard.

There was no soft, middle ground with a man like Tyler.

He was hard, unrelenting and unyielding.

He fucked me with the same exact determination that extended to everything he did as a person. Why would I think that sex with him would be any different?

The slap of our flesh had my eyes closing and soon all I could do was experience this moment.

Feel how he made my body hum as he skillfully pushed into me. Feel how my ass stung with each of his bruising thrusts. Feel how, when he swung his hips toward me, his balls slapped against my most sensitive of flesh.

He didn’t have to move his hands from my hips at all. Didn’t have to thrum my clit like I would have to do even if something wasn’t inside of me to make me come.

Nope. All he had to do was fuck me—something he did expertly I might add—and I was there.

It was a flash of a moment, between one second and the next and I was coming.

My pussy was clamping down on him and I felt like everything in my world tilted on its axis.

Nothing felt as good as he felt inside of me.

Nothing.

I felt him growl more than I heard it and then he was pulling out of my still clenching pussy to come all over my back.

I felt the hot splashes of his release hit somewhere between my shoulder blades and knew that had I not been wearing a ponytail, it would’ve been in my hair.

“I’m on the pill,” I managed to breathe.

Before his next spurt of cum could hit the skin of my back, he was shoving his way back inside of me and finishing off where he belonged.

And I couldn’t help but wish every single drop would’ve been planted there—even if only for me to feel his essence inside of me.

***

The next morning, I’d expected more of the same. Only, when I woke up, he was gone.

Guess he took my words from the night before to heart.

Couldn’t say that I blamed him.

***

Tyler

I’d intended to wake her up and ravish her body all over again, but one glance at the photo on the nightstand and I just couldn’t do it.

Not with her father’s face there, judging me.

Getting up, I walked out of her room, got dressed and walked out her door.

After ensuring that it was locked, I got into my cruiser and didn’t once look back.