We head to the pool, where we make ourselves comfortable on the deck chairs. The heat is almost unbearable; he gets up and sits behind me. He takes a block of ice; he runs it down the back of my neck, and down my shoulders. Then he slides it down my spine and my back. Taking the ice in his mouth, he runs it up to my back again. When he reaches the contours of breasts, he glides it by the sides, then in between. He rubs it over my nipple with my top still on.
He finds the elastic of my bikini bottom and slowly pushes his finger in between the fabric and her skin. My voice hitches a pitch, and I become a stuttering mess. He slides the ice in and finds the center of my sensitive spot. He presses and circles. I feel myself start to squirm on the chair.
I turn my body to face him, placing my legs around his waist. He starts pulling at the straps keeping the swimsuit together. He does not take it off; he lets it linger. His hands run up my leg, against my inner thighs, his f
It is the first night in my new home. Tyler is up in the main house; I am down here alone. There are so many noises coming from all over the valley. There are crickets, frogs and birds, that I can still deal with. The howling that is just plain scary. I have no idea how someone can live here and not be terrified out of their mind.I know I said no strings attached; I am going to bend my own rule just a little bit. The lights in the main house are all out; I know he does not lock the doors. I slip on a jersey and head to the top. The door is open; I softly let myself in and make my way to his bedroom. I look over to the bed; he is fast asleep.I drop my jersey to the floor; I make my way to the bed, slowly lift the covers, steady myself, and get on top of him. His eyes open, it takes him less than a minute to adjust“For fuck sakes, Jenna.”“What?” I look at him shyly from underneath my fluttering eyelashes.
For the next hour, we fool around in the jacuzzi. When it gets close to seven, I run off to go get dressed. I did not really buy clothes for this type of occasion. I slip on a short flowery dress; it shows a lot of cleavage and just barely covers my ass. Back at the main house, Tyler is already waiting for meHe looks at me, and the mere sight of me knocks his breath away. "You are going to give Mr. James a heart attack.""Or maybe I turn him on, and he gives it to Mrs. James later.""Jenna! What a disgusting thought to put in my head."I burst out in laughter as his cheeks turn a soft rose pink. "Anything interesting that I need to know about them?""They had lived here even before I was born./They close to their sixties. They married for almost thirty-seven years.""Shit," I exclaim. "They sound old. What do we talk about?""Whatever comes to mind."Then the thought dawns on me, "Do they know the crazy lady is coming?" I ask.
I have not seen Tyler for the past two days. I don't know what his excuse is; mine is still the whole steal his heart thing. It has scared the living shit back into me. I have just walked away from the altar. A relationship is the last thing I want or need now.I want to go to the pool, but I am not sure if I should wear a swimsuit or not. I have no idea if he is up at the main house. I bought a new swimsuit from the shop in town; I think I will wear it. It is a nice two-piece white lace set.Regardless of this thing hanging over Tyler and me, I still just want to have sex with him. This built-up desire and hunger are driving my body insane.When I get to the pool, he is not there; I do not see his truck up at the house either. I spent the best of the afternoon in the sun; by the time I head back, there is no sign of Tyler yet.Back at the house, I pour myself a glass of wine and sprawl myself over the couch. Then there is a knock
It is the morning after a night spent with me in Tyler's arms. The comfort is starting to draw me in. No commitment, no strings attached went out the door when he made love to me. I think both of us know that, but neither one of us will admit it. These intimate moments that we share are going to both of our downfall. It is coming down, and it is going to crash had. It is time I catch my breath and exhale and remind myself why I am here.And true to Tyler, he is lying next to me with that goddamn body that drives me wild."Why did you let me drink so much?" I roll around and face Tyler."If I remember correctly, you were trying to get me drunk.""I was trying to get into your pants. I obviously did not try hard enough."He chuckles at me as he stretches every toned muscle of his body, then he says, "I did enjoy the effort.""Why are you wearing underwear? ""Because you aren't.""Are we back to the no sex rule?" I let the words
…Tyler POV…After way too many tequilas, we stumble our way to the B&B. To say that we are not completely drunk would be a blatant lie. But yet we are still very much capable of knowing what we are doing.Without warning, I try as we step through the door, I try to pick her up to carry her to bed. She giggles at my attempt, “Tyler, what are you doing?”“What does it look like? I am carrying you to bed.”“Tyler put me down,” she kicks and screams as I refuse to put her down.Then true to her word, we both go crashing down. I only but chuckle at her while she laughs at me. I gently take her hand and pull her up.“Let us go to bed.”We both lay on top of the sheets staring at each other. Then she looks at me, “Tyler.”“Yes, Jenna.”“Say yes.”I cock my head at her, frown out of confusion, “Yes to what?”
Day one after the admission was torture; day two was spent in agony, day three mostly crying, day four regret, day five staring down the bottom of a tequila bottle.I drove into the other town and topped up on as much tequila as I can. I wired money from my trust fund to Clara to give to Tyler for a couple of months of rent. I am here to live my life, not become dependent on someone else again.I got another bikini, a pink off-shoulder one. I don't think I gave it much thought as I generally hate pink. I think I might have been a little drunk when I bought it. It is practically the only thing I have worn for these past five days.I make my drunk ass up to the pool again; it is my afternoon of sun, music, and alcohol. I have upgraded myself to a mix disc giving me a bit more variety, but I still get stuck on one song. I blast the music load, grab my bottle of tequila and go sit on the pool steps.“When your day is long…And the night…The
Tyler has just left me a note saying that he loves me, but he cannot be with me. Is that supposed to make me feel better? What does that even mean? I do not know how one can say he loves you, but yet he cannot be with you. Is there something he is hiding? Or does he just not feel the same way about me?Regardless of what it is, it still stings; it still hurts. Tyler might think that he is the only one walking with a bruised heart. Well, I do too. It does not mean that if I left Brendan that I do not hurt. I do; he really has no idea what I have been through.I really feel that I need to talk to somebody, so I get dress and make my way back to phone Sandra. With much luck, she will be available today. So it is with eager fingers that I swipe up and final her number."Hi, Sandra, can we do lunch today?""Sounds like a great idea; meet you at the diner in an hour."Little under an hour, I drive out of the property. As I leave, I see Tyler come in. I l
This past week has been challenging. Tyler and I are trying to move back to before me, telling him I am in love with him, and he telling me that he loves me.I can't keep wondering whom we are really fooling, ourselves or each other. It seems that this moving backward comes easier to him. There are days that I really get angry at Clara; she is the reason he has become this way.I have been here for three months now, I have settled very well, and I have made a few close friends. I believe I have found my new home, but on days like these, though, the days that I miss Tyler, I can't help think that maybe I should just move back home. I don't think there will be a future between Tyler and me, not the future I really want.Standing in the shower, I can hear Tyler burst through the front door. With rather an urgency, he calls after me, "Jenna.""Yes?""Where are you?""In the shower.""Can I come to scrub your back?""You can come to
Today is my day. Today is the day that fairytales are made of. Today is the day that dreams are made of. I have been planning for this day for months. I have dreamt of this day for weeks. Today is a new beginning. Today is the beginning of the rest of my life Today is my wedding day. My name is Jenna Davis. Today I am marrying the love of my life. Tyler Moore. Standing at the edge of the carpet that leads to the alter, I am gripped with the same feelings I felt when I decided to abandon my husband to be a year and a half ago. I have before experienced excitement and yet been more terrified at the same time as I do now This time I am sure, this time I want to marry the man waiting at the altar for me. Everything else except Tyler and me has now seized to exist, for, in less than a few minutes, my fairy tale will come true.
Back at the station, I find Tyler waiting for me with a big smile on his face."What are you smiling at?""Nothing.""I know that smile.""I'm just happy.""You are more than just happy.""I don't have a deputy anymore.""So you have told me.""It is only us here.""So I have noticed.""Since you going to be my new deputy, you need to be sworn in.""I told you I know that smile.""I will lock the door.""We both know you are lying.""And I have a bed in my office now,""Why the fuck do you have a bed in your office.""There were some nights I could not drive home.""Yes, so I have been told.""Fuck. Sandra needs
For almost a year, I have been stuck in moments. Most of these moments were moments that changed my life. All because I decided to become a runaway bride.I got stuck on the side of a godforsaken road.I got rescued by an incredibly hot as fuck stranger.I kissed the incredibly hot as fuck stranger.I fucked the incredibly hot as fuck stranger.I had sex with the incredibly hot as fuck stranger.I made love to the incredibly hot as fuck as a stranger.And then he was not the stranger anymore; he was Tyler.Tyler, the man I fell in love with.Tyler, the man I shared a bed with.Tyler, my lover.Tyler, my p
Long after the sun has set, we sit in silence. There are so many thoughts that are going through my mind. How so many things could have been different if I did not start my thing with Luke. I should have known better, but yet I was foolish and immature.I have not only ruined my own life but this man that is sitting next to me. Sandra is right, he is still a mess. He has always been bad at hiding things."When are you leaving again?""Tomorrow morning once everything is loaded.""Your car has been towed to town.""Thanks. I will let the truck drop me off there once we on the road.""I can drop you off, but then it means I am going to have to stay here tonight.""There is a problem with that.""What is that?""There is only one bed. The other one is on the truck.""I will sleep on the couch.""The couch is on the truck.""For fuck sakes.There was a time in our relationship that we would jump t
With that, I climb into the truck before I start pissing my eyes out. Tyler follows, and we get back on the road"So you really have not been speaking to Luke?""The last time I spoke to him was the day I left.""Why did you not go to him?""He
It is nearly six months since the day that I had to leave Tyler. Luke still has not stopped phoning me. I want to answer just to tell him to stop, but that would be like giving into him. I do have another problem, in any case."Hey, girl.""Hey Sandra""How are you doing?""I am nervous.""I promise you that I will make sure that you do not bump into either one of them.""But Luke is going to see the truck.""Don't worry; I will make something up.""Okay, then. I am leaving in a few minutes.""Fantastic; I can't wait to see you again."I really hope that I won't regret this.I sold my place by Luke; I want all the furniture that Tyler made for me, and only I know what needs to be loaded on that truck that is coming to my ranch. So I am once again making my
It's been a month now that I am in my own place. It is not in the city; it is outside in the country, far away from all the craziness. My closest neighbor is miles away. The only time I get in contact with another person is when I go to the grocery store every week. I prefer being all by myself in nature every day. Guess that is Tyler that made me crave life this wayI still speak to Sandra every day. Guess it's my way to catch up on the gossip around town. It is not like anything is interesting going on around here"Hey, Sandra.""Hey, girl. How is life on the ranch?""I finally learned how to ride a horse.""I know of someone that would be proud of you.""How are things there?""Michael left town yesterday.""Shit, I am sorry.""I am glad he did. That whore is already circling her next prey."
...Tyler POV...Jenna is tormenting my dreams. I cannot stop thinking about her, I know that I should be so mad at her but she still captivates me. The desire to have her in my arms and ease the pain away lays so deep within me.So as with so of these endless nights now I fall asleep with tears drying out my now red eyes. As I close my eyes I see, her. I see her step through my bedroom door.The moment she step through the bedroom door, it is as if passion and lust collide. Without any urging, she removes every part of cloth that is covering the parts of my body that she so desires. I make absolute haste in ripping her clothes off, which hinders me from what I am going to take.I reach my hand to her chin and look into her eyes. Her tender blue eyes are like bottomless pools, pleading and hesitant. Her eyes telling me all I need to know, she wants me, and she will have me in any way that she can."I have missed you," I softly whisper in her ear.
...Tyler POV...As I see her drive out the driveway, the tears that have been threatening to consume my eyes and edge their way down my face come rolling with such great force. The raging anger that is suffocating every corner of my body lets loose like a beast. As far as my feet take me into the room, every single object that finds itself in my path shatters in pure brute force against the wall. The very bed that we made love on is torn to shreds until there is nothing but small pieces of fabric scattered over the floor. The chair she sat on where she so elegantly took those red stilettos off, finds its way through the window, glass shattering into fragments of nothing. I ram my fist with a hatred so raw in the mirror where she watched her reflection, hundreds of pieces cutting at the skin of my hand.I lay complete destruction to everything that is and was a part of her until I can say that for now, for this minute, I shall be rid of any thought of her. And when she