Her heart pounded in her chest as she gazed up at Tyler. The tears burned at the back of her eyes. “You came back?”
“Yes, Miranda,” he murmured, leaning closer. She could barely breathe as hot tingles raced up and down her body. Tyler's arms curled around her, his lips on her ear. “And I'm never leaving you, again. I love you, Miranda.”
He caught her ear between his lips as delight exploded inside her. Her hands tangled up in his shirt, the leather kutte nowhere to be seen. She managed to piece her words together as hormones exploded over her thoughts, “I love you.”
Tyler worked his way down her jaw, nipping at her lips. Her knees felt like jelly. She couldn't piece together a coherent thought while his lips continued their onslaught.
Gently, his lips took hers and Tyler led her backward. As they stumbled, articles of clothing peeled from their bodies, dropping in their wake. Her heart thrummed so loudly, she just knew he could hear it. If he could, he didn't react.
His hands roamed over her naked body, pinching and fondling every inch of her. She clenched her eyes shut and moaned against his mouth. Her own hands grazed over his shoulders and down his chest. He shuddered as she ghosted down his abdomen. The bed jarred the back of her knees and the world flew out from under her feet. Miranda gasped, flailing for a second, before Tyler's hands caught her.
He eased her to the bed. As she sunk down into the mattress, Miranda realized it was far more cushioned than she remembered. And did she always have these pretty magenta blankets? It didn't matter. Tyler's lips were back on her, tracing a trail down her neck to her breasts. He tongued and laved her nipples, working them into hard beads. Pleasure arched her back and enjoyment strained at her thoughts.
Tyler smirked around her rosy nipple and, suddenly, his finger parted her slit. Miranda gasped as surprise and gratification teased at her thoughts Her fingers dug into the too-fluffy mattress. He pumped his digits in and out of her, slathering her wetness over her swollen lips. The fires of passion burned in her lower tummy, stoked by his ministrations.
Her breathing became ragged and her thoughts more disjointed. Reality slipped away and utter pleasure filled its wake. Miranda tossed her head from side to side, mewing and whimpering. Tyler's thumb stroked over her clit. Against her breast, his lips twisted into a satisfied smirk.
Molten heat and pressure crested inside her. It threatened to tear her apart with satisfaction. A small part of Miranda didn't mind. She squirmed beneath Tyler's talented hands. Her moans rang in her ears, getting louder as inhibition shattered beneath her impassioned need. Tyler murmured against her nipples, “Come for me, baby.”
Her moans turned to screams of delight. Her body rollicked and shuddered under her attempts to stave off the release. Pleasure crashed repeatedly into her, demanding acknowledgment. Her nerves fizzed and popped with erotic fire. She couldn't hold it down any longer and threw her head back against the mattress, arching her back under Tyler. He continued to murmur encouragements, naught and thought searing, to her flesh. She let out a scream and–
She shot straight up in bed, the keening warble of her alarm cock shattering dream-Tyler's last words. Miranda licked her lips as her heart rate lowered. An ache pounded through her chest as she realized it all had been a dream. A light sheen of sweat kissed her flesh and her panties felt obscenely damp. Her face flared with a blush. Frustration and anger puckered her thoughts as she slid out of bed.
Exhaustion sunk its fangs into her eyes as she gathered her clothes for the day. Nearly a month had passed since Tyler skipped town. The pain in her heart faded, but Miranda knew it would be back. It always came back. The throbbing ache was the same as the last time Tyler left. It lingered and threaded moments of her entire day. Last time, though, she found solace in sleep. Her heart hadn't learned its lesson and, worse, it seemed hurt more than last time.
Miranda shoved the thoughts out of her head as she headed to the shower. No, she wasn't going to think of Tyler. Not right now. She'd have enough woe to wade through over the course of the day. She didn't want to dwell on it, if she could help it.
After turning on the showerhead, Miranda stripped her nightclothes off and stepped under the torrent of water. The warmth eased the annoyance from her muscles. She closed her eyes and sighed happily. Her heart whined a little, thinking about how they never had a chance to have shower sex, like in her dream. Miranda's eyes snapped open. Her jaw stiffened and her teeth gnashed together as she mechanically went about her hygiene routine.
Why couldn't she shake that redheaded troublemaker from her thoughts? Miranda grasped the shampoo bottle, spilling too much liquid into her hand. He had meandered through her thoughts, since he left. It didn't seem to lessen. The only thing she could do was focus on washing up, letting the tattoo of the water drown out her unwanted thoughts.
Autopilot led Miranda through her routine as she struggled to keep thoughts of Tyler far, far away. She had made it out of the shower, through getting dressed, and finished eating breakfast before more troublesome thoughts pummeled her head.
Where had he gone? Was he all right? Why had he even come back? The musings churned and whipped around Miranda's psyche. Even as she stood and cleaned her plate, the thoughts buzzed at the back of her head. After tonight, a long night at the bar sounded sublime.
As soon as she thought of the Firebird Bar, her mind coaxed memories from her head. She hissed and dumped her plates into the sink, the clatter dispersing the recollections. There was no time for this foolishness. She needed to get to work.