Anything For Love (11 page)

“Tylon Wayward was laid to rest last week
during a small ceremony. Tylon was born Jett Adkins and is survived by his
brother Jais Adkins and his wife Karma Wayward (born Myka Marsters). Flowers
and money donations can be sent to Jais Adkins or Karma Wayward,” Oliver read
me the obituary from the newspaper, as I lay in a hospital bed, recuperating
from my injuries.

“Good riddance,” I whispered. Tylon s bullet
had grazed my throat and I was lucky to be alive. The bullets that had come
from the police hadn't hit anything vital and I was going to make a full
recovery.  I looked out the window at the blue sky. I was sorry Tylon had
to die. I really had loved him. He just didn't have to go as far as he had.

“Myka?” I heard my birth name and looked up.
Jais stood in the doorway with a bunch of flowers. I smiled.

“Come in, Jais,” I whispered and Oliver stood
up to give Jais a hand. Jais nodded to Oliver in thanks and set the flowers
down on the windowsill. Then, he came over and sat on the edge of my bed.
Oliver left the room to get himself more coffee.

“I'm so sorry, Myka,” Jais said. I smiled and
shook my head.

“Don't be. I got myself into this. I finally
got myself out of it,” I told him, my voice soft.

“I just wish it didn't have to end like it
did.” I placed my hand on the side of his face.

“Everything happens for a reason, Jais. I
still love you like my brother. You're still my best friend. Hell. A part of me
still loves Jett despite what he did to me,” I explained, smiling softly. Jais
took my hand and kissed the palm. He kept my hand to his cheek as we sat in
silence for what seemed like hours

“I'll always be here for you,” Jais told me,
finally standing up. The look on his face made my heart ache. Then he smirked
and cocked his eyebrow. “Isn't Oliver there a little old for you?” I laughed,
grasping my throat with my hand. “I'm playing, My. You have fun and let me know
when you're out.”

“I will. Take care, Jais. If you need
anything, call us,” I said. Jais nodded, leaving the room. My head fell against
my pillow and I closed my eyes. Getting over all of this was going to be hard.

I woke up in Oliver's bed, a few months after
being released from the hospital. I noticed Oliver wasn't still in bed, so I
snuggled deep into the covers, smelling Oliver's cologne, once again. I smiled,
as there was a light knock on the door. Oliver walked in then, carrying a tray
that had oatmeal, toast and orange juice on it, plus his coffee. My smile grew
as he came over and sat on the bed next to me.

“Good morning, Myka,” Oliver said, smiling
back at me. I had legally changed my name back to Myka Marsters, a month after
Tylon died. It was my first step to getting over what happened.

“Good morning, Oliver,” I replied, sitting up.

Oliver set the tray on the nightstand and leaned
over to kiss me.

I surprised him when I wrapped my arms around
his neck and kissed him back, sliding my tongue into his mouth. Ol's tongue met
mine with full force and I pulled him down on top of me. I quickly pulled his
shirt off and bit his shoulder, then caressed the same spot with my tongue.
Oliver moaned softly. I leaned up some more and flicked my tongue over his left
nipple, then his right one. He wrapped his fingers with my hair, pulling on it.
I moaned as he pushed me back on to the bed. Oliver nibbled on my neck and then
my shoulders, while one hand reached down under the silky blue nightgown I was
wearing. I couldn’t help but cry out when he slid two fingers inside me.

Oliver's tongue slid down and he suckled my
nipples through my nightgown. I moaned louder. Then, he yanked my nightgown off
of me and immediately sucked my left nipple into his mouth. I ran my fingers
through his hair, pushing myself into his hips. Oliver moved back up, kissing
me again as I undid his jeans. I pushed down his jeans and his boxers, his
erection throbbing for attention.

I wrapped my fingers around it and rubbed it
against my center. Ol moaned and slid just the head in. I moaned, wrapping my
legs around him and pulling him deep inside me. Oliver bit and sucked on my
neck as he thrust into me over and over. I dragged my nails up his back, crying
out with each thrust. He kissed me then, and I lost all control, one orgasm
ripping through my body after another. Soon, Oliver lost control, too, and he
collapsed on top of me, trying to catch his breath. I kissed him softly,
smiling into the kiss.

Maybe, with Oliver, I could finally have my
happily ever after. He sure knew how to show me the good things in life.