Truly Mine (26 page)

“Say something, Tru.”

She looks up at me, her big brown eyes intense. “Take me to my mom’s, please.”

I narrow my eyes in disapproval. I don’t understand why she has to be such a hard-ass.

“I see. Um…that’s it? All that I just said, and that’s it?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

I suck in a deep breath. “I guess I don’t either. Where does that leave us?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t know if we will ever be able to do this without so much drama. It’s always been drama that has brought us together. I don’t want it to be drama that keeps us together. I’m too old for this shit. This is why we’ve stayed single, isn’t it? So, we don’t have to put up with someone else’s drama?” She steps away and storms off.

I yell after her, “I like your drama, Truly! As long as you come with it, I’ll take it all. But if you think for one minute that I’m going to put up with this shit for the occasional fuck, you’re sadly mistaken.”

She spins around on the gravel like a ballerina and looks at me, smiling. “I’m too much for even you, Ty.”

“Okay, Tru. If that’s how it is, then I’ll see you around. Have a good one.” I turn and storm away from her.

Fuck! I’m fed the fuck up with her dramatic poor-me bullshit.

I’m nearly to my truck in a moment. I’m ready to tear down the backcountry roads and blow off some steam.

“Wait!” she yells after me.

But I don’t stop.

The crunch of the rocks as she runs after me alerts me just before she’s at my side.

She grabs hold of the sleeve of my hoodie and pulls just as I’m reaching for the door handle. “Tyler.”

I jerk my arm hard, and she loses her grip.

“Fuck it. I’m done, Truly. Now, leave me the hell alone.”

“No, no.” She stops, squares her shoulders, and stands tall. “Let’s stop this. I didn’t mean that. I get it. I know what you want now.”

I turn, looking back at her, and I take hold of her wrist. As I spin her around and back her against my truck, I make it clear that she’s not calling the shots anymore. “What do you know about what I want? You don’t have a fucking clue what I want. We always do it your way. I’m fucking sick of your shit!” By the end of the rant, I’m yelling, and each word is clear and to the point. “Do you want to work this shit out or not?”

I press her against the back door of my pickup, wanting to kiss her but fully expecting her to resist. She doesn’t, so I take it further. I want to touch every inch of her body. I run my hands up her thighs, hiking her dress up as I go. Just like she used to, she climbs me like a tree and wraps her legs around my waist.

“Yes,” she breathes against my jaw. “I do.”

I look around and see that no one is in the parking lot. I can’t wait another second. I want her right here, right now. I tap her thigh, coaxing her to drop her legs from my waist. When she does, I continue kissing her while I unbutton my jeans. She’s frantically kissing my face and my neck, moaning my name and begging me for more. I free my hard cock and grab hold of her thigh, hiking it up over my hip. I reach into her panties and find her wet and ready for me. I push the fabric to the side and set myself at her entrance.

She’s panting, and I love the sound more than any other. We both moan as I drive my hips forward quick and hard. She grips me so tight that my vision blurs for a moment. I’ve been craving this exact moment all week, and it feels every bit as good as I knew it would. Wherever she is, is exactly where I belong. I drink her in as she cries out, louder than she should, considering we’re in a public place.

pronunciation
dih-tur-muh-nit

(adj.) having fixed limits; positive; final

T
yler is more intense than ever before as he owns me up against his truck in the wide-open parking lot. His fingers dig into my ass as he pulls me closer, and each thrust fills me fuller and deeper. He squeezes me with such force that it hurts terribly.

“Stop, Ty. You’re scaring me,” I plead.

“Why?” He grabs my face, pinching my cheeks together hard, and growls against my lips. “Because you feel something? No, I’m not going to stop. Just feel it, Truly. Fucking feel this.”

He slams into me, and I yelp.

“And this,” he moans as he grips my ass even tighter now.

It hurts like a motherfucker. And I love every second of it.

“And, most of all, this.” His tongue darts past my lips and to the back of my mouth, nearly into my throat.

I can’t catch a breath, and he doesn’t care.

He knows that it isn’t the physical aspect that I’m having trouble with. I decide he’s trying to take me so far that I’m not afraid of it anymore.

I thought I had experienced every kind of sex there was to be had—sad, happy, drawn-out for days, and quickies—but none were ever as violent and angry and as advantageous as this time. And that’s exactly what this is, and while I’m shocked, I’m also incredibly satisfied.

He slides his tongue over my shoulder and up my neck, nipping my skin along the way. When his tongue reaches my earlobe, he sucks it into his mouth, releases it, and kisses my ear. It’s about all I can take.

He rests his head on my shoulder and slams himself so deep inside me once again. It is painful, and I moan in distress and turn away from Tyler, laying my cheek against the truck. As I look out over the parking lot, I notice a figure. Someone’s watching us. I still and squeeze Tyler’s shoulders, alerting him to our visitor. He doesn’t care. Even when a car enters the lot, lights shining straight on us, he continues a slow thrusting that reminds me where I need to be.

When a cars headlights light up the parking lot I’m able to make out Katie’s face as she watches us. As soon as she realizes I’ve seen her, she turns, and she is gone.

I throw my head back and let go. The cold night air burns my lungs as I gasp for breath, and the stars dance excitedly in the night sky while I try to focus on just one as I fall away. Tyler buries his face in my neck and grunts as if he’s in pain while he explodes inside me. We hold each other tight for several minutes until we’ve both caught our breaths.

In a rough deep voice, he calmly speaks, “I’m sorry for yelling at you, but do not ever do this to me again, Tru. Do you understand me? Don’t tell me that you’re too much for me. I know what I want, and I want you and all your melodramatic bullshit, too.” He slowly pulls out, and his warm cum drips down my thigh. “Let me love you, Truly. Maybe you can even admit to yourself that you love me, too.”

Once we’re back at Tyler’s house we take a shower together, and Tyler stands behind me and washes me. He uses his bare hands lathered with body wash to clean me. After he washes me and I’ve washed him, we stand there, looking at each other, the water sliding over us.

Tyler glides his fingers over my mouth and then softly kisses me. “I love this smart-ass mouth,” he says sweetly.

Then, he wipes the water out of my eyes and kisses each eye. “I love these beautiful eyes.”

His hands fall down over my breasts, still tender from his earlier work. “These…I love these.” He bends down and takes one hard nipple in his mouth and gently sucks.

Next, his hands slide down to my hips. “These sexy curvy hips are my weakness, Truly.”

He falls to his knees and kisses me from one hip to the other as he tightly holds my bottom. He slaps my ass. “This sweet ass makes my knees weak, baby.”

“And this…” He places his hand on the inside of my thigh, forcing my legs apart. His fingers slide through my throbbing center before he slides them inside me.

“Oh, Tyler.”

“This is my home.”

He presses his face against me. His warm tongue glides over my sensitive clit, making it hard for me to stay on my feet. He’s relentless, licking and lapping at me, until my knees buckle. As always, he’s quick to catch me. He lifts me, and I wrap myself around him, trying to position myself so that he will slide inside me. He helps me and makes love to me until the water runs cold.

Then, he steps out of the shower, not bothering to stop to dry off, and he carries me to his bed and lays me out before looking over my body for a moment.

“Tell me that you love me and that all the bullshit is over, Tru,” he begs.

I will tell him anything he wants to hear right now, but I do mean it. I do. “I love you so much, Tyler. I always have. Please hold me.”

He lies down next to me and holds me until we fall asleep. This was the best, most peaceful I’ve felt…maybe my entire life. I feel at home here and I’m with a man who has always made me feel safe.

Sometime in the night, I awake from a dream. My insides are tingling, and my breathing is quick. I look next to my side and realize it wasn’t a dream at all. Tyler is really here. Lying in his bed with me. I’m worked up, and I ache for him again.

I move slowly and gently, positioning myself so that I’m straddling him, and I take his cock in my hand. I rub him against me. I’m already wet. He glides over me smoothly, and it’s almost enough to get me off. As his cock grows harder in my hand, Tyler begins to wake up. He squirms under me, and when he can’t freely move, his eyes snap open. He looks down my naked body, and his hands find my hips. We both watch as I stroke him. When a drop of cum gathers on the tip of his now fully hard cock, I bend down and lick it off.

“Oh, fuck, baby.”

That guttural sound that Tyler makes when my mouth is on him is intoxicating. Every single time, he throws his head back, and his expression could be confused with that of pain. He is anything but in pain though. The moans and gasps that he can’t hold back as I take him all the way to his release are beautiful.

I want to make him moan right now. I scoot my hips back and bend forward, running my tongue from the base of his cock to the very tip. I want to taste him, and I want to hear him come apart the way he makes me every time his mouth is on me.

Before I can, he takes hold of my face and pulls me in for a kiss. Lifting up to meet me, he rolls over and is on top of me, preventing me from following through. He grips my thigh, forcing it to the side, exposing me, and he puts my foot over his shoulder before he slowly presses against me, not rushing it. Gently, he pushes his way inside me, and I clench around him.

“Ah…you feel so fucking good. Goddamn, babe.”

I love hearing his voice while he’s inside me. It takes the intensity to another level.

“Yes, Tyler.” I’m coming apart. My body is hot, and my release is coming on fast. I can’t even participate at this point. I arch my back and curl into Tyler’s chest as I dig my fingernails into his biceps. “Ty!”

“Yeah, baby. That’s it. Feel it.” He slams into me one last time. Then, he collapses on me as he releases and throbs inside me like another heartbeat. “You’re mine. Truly mine.”

I press my face against his ear while he comes out of his euphoric state. “I love you, Tyler. I love you.”

I sleep so peacefully that I don’t want to get out of bed, even when the smell of coffee assaults me. I’m so comfortable in Tyler’s bed and afraid to move for fear that I will have a terrible headache from the alcohol that I drank last night. So much happened, and I flashback to all the drama until Tyler gently cracks the bedroom door and peeks his head in.