Of Yesterday (8 page)

Jason looked up and returned the smile. "Yes. I told
you I would, and I'm a man of my word."

Jason walked over and grabbed Taylor's hands, pulling her
over to the chair, sitting her on his lap. She relaxed her weight against him,
soaking up the feel of his body heat. He began to place soft kisses along her
neck, gently moving the wisps of curls that had fallen from her pony tail. A
sense of intimacy shrouded her with love. She knew without a doubt that this
was where she belonged. She wanted only one thing, only one person…Jason
Winters.

"Jason…I know I have a temper. I jumped to conclusions.
I guess the truth of the matter is I was hurt. If my feelings get hurt, I get
mean. It’s how I protect myself. I know it isn’t right, but it’s how I’ve
always been."

Jason picked up her hand, using his calloused thumb to
caress it. "You’re going to have to learn to trust me. And you’re going to
have to learn to listen to me."

Taylor nodded. She knew she needed to allow her defenses to
be down and stop with the constant battle. With Jason’s arms wrapped around
her, holding her, comforting her, she knew that he could give her everything
she ever craved. His embrace gave her the sense of hope that she could feel
this way always with him. He had the power to make her feel loved and cared
for. The question still remaining was if Taylor was able to hand over the
power.

"When the O’Keefe brothers asked for your hand in
marriage, I wanted to kill them. They’re both good men, outstanding, in fact,
but I wanted to destroy them for even considering it." Jason’s jaw
tightened.

"But they think I’m just someone living in your house
to help with your sister. They didn’t know."

"Right. But they gave me a lot to consider. For one,
the idea of you being with another man was out of the question. I was
possessive, and jealous. This had to mean something. Frankly, I felt you were
mine."

Taylor adjusted her weight, feeling slightly unnerved by his
honesty.

"Second, they brought up the fact that you and I living
this way is not appropriate for our new society we’re working so hard to build."

Taylor’s defensive walls seemed to be building back up. Was
this all about his precious community project?

He was silent a moment before he continued, "They
brought up the morals of yesterday. And I’m ashamed that we…I…am not following
something I so desperately want to live by."

Taylor stood up and walked to the sink. Looking out the
window, with her back to him, she asked, "So are you regretting having sex
with me?"

"Honestly?" he asked, pausing to consider. "Yes."

The sting of his admittance made Taylor’s eyes begin to tear
up. She took a deep breath to try to control the pain ripping through her
heart. A tear trickled down her face as she thought about how she had actually
thought this place could be her home. That maybe this was the place she had always
belonged. She had fallen in love with Mandy, the house, her lifestyle and even…had
fallen in love with Jason.

The pain slowly began to change to anger, even rage. So,
when faced with the ridiculous
morals of yesterday
, she was no longer
good enough. Jason just saw her as the witch who lied to her customers to pay
her bills. She did not measure up and never would.

Jason was an honest, virtuous, and trustworthy man. He lived
by his rules and expected everyone to do the same. She loved him. She wanted
him. And the realization that he did not want the same was devastating.

She turned to face him, shaking her head. "I thought
you were different. But you obviously are just like any other man. Just want a
good fuck, heh?" She wiped the tears from her eyes and attempted to make
her exit.

Jason stood in front of her, blocking her escape. "Once
again, Taylor, you’re jumping to conclusions. Stop for one second and listen to
me." His voice boomed.

He opened his arms to her and she gently moved into his warm
embrace. Her hand softly resting against his chest. She wanted more of the
passion they just recently shared. She wanted to feel, and taste, and bathe in
Jason's sexual essence.

Softly, he wrapped his arm around her lower back, pulling
her in close. His arms feeling so good around her made Taylor want to sob at
the thought of losing him forever. There was so much fire between them, yet so
much distance keeping them apart. She needed to come to terms that nothing would
come of this attraction, because she was never going to be good enough. She was
never going to be the woman he had built an entire town to find. He wanted
everything Taylor obviously could not give.

"Stop trying to fight me every chance you get. Look at me,
Taylor. Look at me and stop thinking the worst."

She did as he commanded and looked into his alluring blue
eyes. His lips only inches away. So close that she could almost taste them
against hers. How she wanted to just stop anymore conversation and feel his
lips and his body molded against hers. She wanted to forget their problems if
only for a moment. She needed his comfort, and she needed his love.

"Marry me."

"Wh...what?" Taylor starred at Jason in stunned
silence. Not sure how to respond to what she was hearing.

"I think we can be happy together. We can build a life
together. A new life in this new town." His voice was low as he kissed the
top of her head. "This is my dream, Taylor. I want you to be part of it."

Taylor just looked at him, not sure she was quite
understanding. But she wanted to believe him. She wanted desperately to believe
him. Could she be dreaming this? Was she misunderstanding him?

"Taylor?" He pulled away enough to lift her chin
so she was forced to meet his gaze. "I know this seems fast, and it is. We
still have so much to learn about each other, and our relationship has a long
ways to grow. But I want to do this right. I can't have you living under my
roof in sin. It's not right for you, or any of us. You deserve to be treated with
all my respect. I feel you're mine." He paused to kiss her forehead. "No,
you
are
mine. And it's about time I do what's right."

She could not believe Jason just proposed. This was not exactly
how she had this moment pictured, but she would take him anyway she could get
him – romantic or not.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in
his throat, pressing her lips tenderly against his pulse. "Yes, yes I
will."

He tipped her head back and pressed his lips softly to hers.
She closed her eyes and took pleasure in the simple sweetness.

"This is a good place, Taylor. A great dream."

Taylor's head cocked to the side and she stared up at him
skeptically. "Are you sure you want me? Can I give you what you need?"

He nodded. "You already have. I promise you one thing:
I'll do everything within my power to give
you
what
you
need.
I'll make a good husband, and hopefully someday, an even better father."

Jason grabbed her hand and walked her over to the kitchen
chair. "Now, about that spanking."

"What? You just proposed! You can't spank me."

"Get used to it, Darlin'. With me as your husband,
you'll have a lifetime of those in store."

Taylor smiled. "Is it too late to change my mind? Maybe
we should just be friends." She winked.

He chuckled. "No getting out of it. You earned this."
Jason sat down and pulled her over his lap.

Taylor did not offer any resistance. Completely different
than the last spanking, where she kicked and screamed her way through it. There
was something erotic about laying across a man's lap. The alpha in Jason made
her inner core melt.

Jason lifted her nightgown, exposing her panties. Before
Taylor could protest, he applied a swat that nearly took her breath away.

"So we are clear."

SWAT, SWAT, SWAT.

"You are never to storm away from me," SPANK,
SPANK. "And you are never to not open a door to me."

SPANK, SPANK.

"Yes, yes! Just stop spanking me!" Taylor tried to
reach back with her hand to protect her punished behind, only to have Jason
grab her hands and pin them behind her back.

Even with her protests, there was a part of her that wanted
more, harder and quicker spanks. His hand delivered a sting, right alongside a
taboo pleasure.

He continued to spank a few moments longer, before stopping.
"I'm not always right. I'll do things to anger you. But never is it
appropriate for you to walk away."

SPANK, SPANK.

"Are we clear?"

"Yes."

Jason pulled her up so they were both standing. He wrapped
his arms securely around her, pulling her into his chest. He kissed her
forehead as he rubbed light circles on her burning butt. The sting in her ass
was nothing compared to the throbbing in her pussy. She wanted Jason, more than
she ever did before.

She felt her breasts growing heavy, starving for his touch
as his gaze dropped to them. Her face glowed as her nipples hardened. His stare
only made her pussy dampen with need.

"Taylor." His hands tightened on her bottom. "I
hope you know I would give my life for you. I wouldn't let you go without a
fight."

Before Taylor even realized it, she had pulled Jason's shirt
from the waistband of his jeans. Exposing her desire to have him, she ran her
fingers up his muscled chest. She looked up into his eyes and slowly removed
his shirt completely. The need to have him tortured her pussy, punished her
body.

"You like it when I spank you. Don't you?" he
growled.

All she could do was nod in response.

"You like when I take control and demand your
surrender." He tilted her chin with his fingers so her gaze directly
locked with his.

She nodded once again. The need to have him deep within her
drove Taylor nearly insane. She reached for the button of his pants and rapidly
worked them off his body. Having his nude body standing before her only made
the fire inside blaze to a full inferno.

Taylor fought for breath as Jason grabbed her panties and
lowered them past her feet. She arched to him as he lifted the dress above her
head, allowing their bare skin to make contact. Jason cupped her breasts,
causing Taylor's moans to fill the air.

"And you like knowing that after I spank that tight ass
of yours, I'll press my cock into you, making you scream my name," Jason
whispered sensually, his voice tight and rough.

She trembled, her body shuddering with the thought of what
was to come. "Please," she begged.

Taylor cried out in desperation as Jason plunged two thick
fingers deep inside her hungry pussy. Raking across her clit with his thumb, he
twisted his fingers inside. Pulling her orgasm to the surface, Taylor rocked
her body against his hand.

Jason's eyes blazed as he stared down at her. "You're
so wet for me, Taylor. Spanking your naughty behind makes you want more."

Taylor nodded, her vagina clenching around his fingers as
they moved in and out. "Yes!" Her body was on fire. Aching with
arousal, she grabbed his cock and began to stoke. "Fuck me, Jason. I need
you. I need you, now."

Jason brought her over to the kitchen table and sat her
against the cold wood. Spreading her legs wide with his hands, he pressed his
hardness in, stretching her with every inch forward.

"I want it hard. Hard!" Taylor demanded as she
fought to take him deeper and faster.

He took hold of her hips, taking control over her
desperately thrusting body. Sinking all the way to hilt, Jason moaned with
ragged breath. Taylor tossed her hair in abandon and cried out against the
agonizing pleasure. She felt her release building, higher and higher with every
drive of Jason's thick cock.  With hard driving strokes, he demanded, he
dominated, he claimed her body as his. Mixing pleasure with bite, Taylor's
pussy spasmed as the orgasm violently rocked her body. Jason gripped her hips
tighter, groaning deeply as she felt his come fill her quaking flesh.

Gazing out the window and seeing
the first hint of light on the eastern sky was something Taylor was falling in
love with. She followed the lines of the newly whitewashed fence that
surrounded the garden she and Mandy had been working so hard to create. Taylor smiled,
knowing that Jason had taken the time to do it without even being asked. His
little addition made her feel more connected to him than she already did.
Looking out onto the land they all worked so hard to build filled her with such
gratification. She cherished everything about this place
–
the silence, the peace, and the sense of...home.

She hummed to herself as she
rolled out several pie crusts. With damp and gentle hands, she placed them in
the pie tins, excited to surprise her new family with her newfound culinary expertise.
Carefully trimming around the edges with a knife, she nearly sliced her finger
when something odd caught the corner of her eye.

The halfway-constructed barn to
the far left of the house had black smoke billowing out from it. Her heart
plummeted as she tried to figure out what to do next.

"Fire!" Her scream shattered
the air with terror. "Jason, wake up! The barn’s on fire!"

There was no sign of Jason
anywhere. He must have left early as usual. Or, dear God…what if
he
was
in the fire? "Mandy! Mandy!" What if
she
was too?

Moments later, Mandy came running
to the top of the stairs. "What’s wrong?" Her voice quaked with panic.

"The barn’s on fire. I need
to go save the animals. Stay here! Don’t leave this house, you understand?"

Quicker than she thought possible
for her legs to move, Taylor ran out of the house toward the burning building.