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Verboten Masterlist
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter Twenty Three
Chapter Twenty Four
Chapter Twenty Five
Chapter Twenty Six
Chapter Twenty Seven
Chapter Twenty Eight
“I Can’t Lose You” Tyler Rake Fan Fiction - Chapter 2
A/N: Alright so here is chapter two everyone! Lot’s of tension and bickering and banter in this one - but also some pretty raw and tender moments towards the end as Tyler and Kate start to realise their feelingsssssss.... i hope you enjoy! :)))))))))))
I stop in my tracks immediately, the sharp pain jolting all through my rib cage like being stabbed over and over again with every step that I take. I curl over at the waist, my hands clutching at my side as if that’s going to do anything at all.
We’ve been jogging through a heavily wooded forest area, where I’ve been desperately trying to keep up with him. But he is a giant man, and as I watch him running I realise he has to be over 6ft, at least. Whatever his height is, all I know is that one of his strides equals about 3 of mine. It also really doesn’t help that each time my feet hit the ground, a sharp pain shoots up through my ribs.
I hear foot steps coming back my way, followed by Tyler’s irritated voice.
“You need to keep up”
“I would if you didn’t break one of my goddamn ribs”
“I didn’t break your ribs, trust me. But I can if you wan’t, then at least you’ll actually have something to complain about”
I glare up at him through the disheveled hair that has fallen in my face. I don’t even bother fighting back, as that would take energy I really do not have right now. The pain is clouding my wits, I can barely think.
Maybe it was the fact that I didn’t have anything to say back, or the fact that I cannot stand up straight without gasping in pain, but something alerts him that maybe I’m not over exaggerating about this. Because suddenly he’s kneeling down in front of me, telling me he needs to take a look.
“Let me have a look then” he nods, his face bored as though he’s just trying to get this over and done with to appease me. His hand reaches for my torso but I swat him away immediately.
“Don’t touch it” I hiss
He sighs “Look we need to hurry, just sit down so I can check it”
I reach out for the tree trunk beside me, grimacing as I lower myself to the floor in defeat.
“I’m just gonna look okay, I’m not gonna touch it” he reassures me as slowly takes the hem of my shirt in his hands and glides it upwards.
I watch his face change as my torso becomes exposed, his eyes falling over my ribs. He looks slightly taken aback at the sight, hanging his head.
“Ah fuck” he breathes, and I begin to panic.
“Is it broken or not?” I demand.
“No,” he shakes his head as he takes one last look at my ribs before carefully pulling down my top “But it’s starting to bruise… bad”
I watch his face closely. His once underwhelmed expression is now riddled with concern and guilt. On top of that, he looks angry, but not with me this time. No. this time he looks angry with himself. The air feels heavy around us now, and I feel like I’m looking at a whole different person. For the past hour that I’ve known this man he has been nothing but unforgivingly brutal. He has had no time for sympathy, and the only look I’ve seen on his face majority of the time is rage. My brain ticks at one hundred miles an hour as I try to comprehend how the man who killed a room full of people is now kneeling in front of me so sheepish and small.
“Sorry, I didn’t realise how hard I-“ he begins to apologise, his voice and face coated and dripping with shame. I almost can’t believe that the word sorry is coming out of his mouth. But suddenly a voice from his ear piece cuts in.
“Tyler somethings wrong, hold your position”
His eyes dart back to mine nervously.
“There’s someone else in those woods. About 100 meters out. They’re closing in on your position”
I can physically see Tyler’s stomach drop as the reality of the words set in. He immediately springs into action, holding out his hands to try help me up of the ground. As I stand up, the pain tears down my side. The only thing stopping me from crying out in pain is the fear of whoever is closing in on us. I might be in severe pain, pain that I don’t think I’ve ever felt before, but I’m not stupid. If we stay here now, we will die. Tyler will die. I don’t know this man. But I am not costing him his life. I can’t.
“Can you walk-“
“I’m fine” I lie, through clenched teeth. He hesitates, knowing that I’m blatantly lying as he stares down at me.
“Tyler, run” I growl. Taking my hand in his, we both take of in a sprint, back tracking the way we came in. We’re going back to the car. Abandoning all efforts to stay quiet, we crash through the bushes and leaves. This isn’t about stealth, this is about survival. The threat of someone who wants us dead biting at our heels, I have no choice but to keep up with him or we both die. I momentarily forget about the pain in my side that I’m sure is only being made worse by the countless tree branches that I’m crashing into as we run. But Tyler is the one taking the brunt of the tree branches and leaves that whip at us as he leads ahead, clearing the way. But everything almost seems to move out of his way as the brute strength and force of his body demolishes any obstacles in our path.
All noise seems to have droned out as my only focus is running with everything I have in me. That is, until the sound of a sharp, whizzing bullet flies directly above us. It misses us, but lodges directly into a the tree trunk that is only a couple of centimetres above our heads.
A heavy weight pulls me down to the ground, and I realise Tyler has dragged me down behind a large boulder for coverage. Both of us pant heavily, trying to retrieve what little breath we can. I stay crouched down behind the rock as Tyler fires a few rounds in the direction of our pursuer faster than the blink of an eye. Then, he turns back to me, desperately fumbling with his vest until he pulls of a grenades.
“When I throw this, run” he tells me firmly, as he rips the pin from the bomb. It feels like slow motion as his long arms peg the detonating bomb over the boulder and away from us.
I can barely hear him screaming at me to run as the sound of the explosive fills the air around us. We both scramble, fighting to get up of the ground and hit the ground running in an immediate sprint.
I’m not even sure if I’m running in the right direction, all I know is that I’m moving with every last fibre of my being. I keep my head low, my arms raise overhead in some kind of bid to protect myself from the bullets that are speeding through the air past us. My only indication to whether Tyler is still even with me is the sound of his crashing foot steps as he runs behind me. Suddenly there is a break in the wooded area we’ve been charging through, and we enter the clearing where the car is sitting.
“GO, GO! GET IN THE CAR” Tyler’s voice booms from behind me as I speed towards the passengers side. As I rip the door open and thrust myself into the car, I look back to see Tyler guarding me. Once I’m in he fires a few final bullets and suddenly he’s bursting into the drivers side.
Before I can even gather myself, Tyler’s foot hits the acceleration and the car lurches forward so ferociously it almost leaps of the ground. The back end of the car drifts, swerving left and right as the wheels spin out beneath it, before it suddenly kicks into gear and we take of flying straight ahead.
Without warning, we burst into streets that are filled and bustling with civilians. I can hear their screams they all fly out of our way. People are everywhere, and I can hear Tyler shouting for the countless people on motorbikes to move as we narrowly miss every single one of them. Boxes of fruits and products fall victim to us on our path of destruction as the car ploughs straight through them.
I’m so busy desperately trying not to smack my head on the roof of the car it swerves and bounces that I have no time to prepare myself when Tyler suddenly begins shouting countless profanities. I look up ahead to see the end of the road being blocked of by three police vehicles. Tyler slams on the breaks, the car halting so abruptly that only a miracle that my hands on the dashboard stop me from flying through the front windscreen. Without even a second of hesitation, Tyler shoves the gear stick into reverse with such haste that I half expect it to rip clean off.
“They’re police!” I exclaim as we speed backwards, away from them “Tyler stop they’re police!”
“No they’re not” he shouts over the now wailing sirens of the police vehicles that are surging after us. I furrow my brows at him as he spins the car around until we’re out of reverse, before taking off again.
I turn in my seat, looking back at the police in panic. I thought I could trust Tyler. Why the hell is he driving us away from them. I narrow my eyes, and suddenly see that those men aren’t officers at all. They’re dressed in black clothing; and it doesn’t take me long to realise that they’re have hijacked those police cars.
Chaos ensues as two of the cars spin out of control, colliding with food stalls and innocent by standers. The same voice from before bursts over Tyler’s radio speaker. The woman’s voice shouts directions to Tyler, telling him to turn right at the bridge. When I turn back in my seat, I’m met with a giant metal gate that we are only getting closer and closer to. With no sign of Tyler slowing down, I brace myself for impact, unable to stop myself from letting out a scream as we smash through it. I stare ahead in shock, mouth wide open as I realise we just smashed right through those metal gates, and are still alive. I look over at Tyler in shock to see that he looks completely unbothered by the fact that we could have just died. This guy is a goddamn maniac.
Suddenly one of the hijacked police vehicles rams straight into the back of our car, sending both Tyler and I lurching forward. We both look back in panic over our shoulders to see the man who was pursuing is in the woods, is now manically driving behind the wheel of that car.
“FUCK!” Tyler shouts, making a sharp turn to try and throw him off, but it doesn’t work. This only helps him gain in on us, as he begins to creep up towards the passenger side.
The sound of smashing glass bursts into the air and I look over to see that Tyler’s window has been shot and broken. Shards of glass cover us both, as the man fires of a few more rounds in our direction.
I see Tyler desperately fumble for the gun on his vest, but the second he takes his hands of the wheel we almost spin out. This man is going to fucking kill us if we don’t do something.
“Give me your gun” I feel myself shout suddenly, as I reach for his vest.
He shoves my hand away, before turning the car down into another street.
“I SAID GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING GUN” Using all my might I reach over and snatch the pistol from his belt. All in one movement I turn in my seat and angle myself out of the window slightly.
“GET BACK IN THE FUCKING CAR!” I hear Tyler scream at me, but I’m not listening. My eyes are locked on the driver behind us. The second he see’s me, he aims his gun at me, but I beat him to it.
Squeezing the pistol, I send a bullet flying straight for his head. As it smashes through the front wind screen it narrowly misses him, but the shock still distracts him and his wheels screech as he loses control of the car. This gives us a small advantage and a small window of time to get away from him. I feel a hand on my vest as Tyler tugs me, yanking me back into the car. He speeds up, putting his foot to the floor. I watch as the man behind us struggles to regain control of his car, fighting with the steering wheel until it finally spins out and he collides with the side of a building.
Tyler suddenly makes a sharp right turn, pulling us into a virtually empty back street.
“Out!” he shouts as we both scramble with great urgency and anxiety. He grabs my arm and we take off running up the stairs of the apartment buildings next to us. We rush up the stairs in leaps and bounds, constantly checking over our shoulders but there is no sign of anyone following us.
Just when I begin letting the smallest inch of my guard down, and attempt to catch my breath, it is quickly whisked away again by Tyler shoving me up against the wall.
“What the fuck do you think you were doing back there huh?” He growls in my face, pinning my shoulders back against the wall. This is a vast change from the worried Tyler back in the woods. The Tyler who looked guilty for causing that giant bruise on my ribs. Right now, with the look on his face, he looks like he couldn’t care less if he did it again.
I grab at his chest, trying to push him away, but of course I can’t. He doesn’t even budge.
“That little stunt you pulled back there could have gotten us both killed”
“But it didn’t! We’re here aren’t we!” I challenge him, my eyebrows raised. He shakes his head at me in bewilderment.
“Don’t EVER do that again? Do you hear me? If I fucking lose you I-” He catches himself before he finishes his words. I stare up at him, heart racing for what he was about to say. For what he stopped himself from saying.
“If you lose me what huh?” I stare up at him “Why the fuck do you care what happens to me?”
His chest rising and falling heavily as he looks down at me, our faces only inches apart. Our eyes locked on each other, I watch his internal battle. For a moment I see the smallest, fleeting hint of weakness. Of softness. Why is he looking at me like that? But it doesn’t last long.
“I need my fucking pay out. Try anything like that again and I’ll kill you myself”
But his voice sounds unsure. Like he doesn’t believe his own words. With that he gives me one final shove before stalking away from me to the other side of the room. I’m unable to take my eyes of him as I try to swallow and comprehend whatever just happened between us.
Just when I thought he showed me a moment of tenderness, of care, back in the woods. His normal disgust and hatred for me is back again. My supposed ‘rescuer’, who couldn’t hate me more.
He turns away from my slightly, busying himself with reloading his gun. As he does, my eyes fall over his arm - more specifically the blood that is covering one of them.
“Tyler you’re bleeding” I blurt out. It’s not a lot, but enough to show through his sleeve. Enough to do damage if left unattended.
He follows my gaze, looking down at his arm where blood is soaking through.
“Yeah a bullet will do that to you” I replies nonchalantly.
Thinking that he has been hit with a bullet I rush over to him, but he waves his hands, dismissing me.
“Relax, it just grazed me”
“You still need to cover it” I urge, completely baffled at how little he cares about this.
“Why the hell do you care?”
“Well I wouldn’t want you to miss your fucking pay out now would I” I scoff, watching as he rips the bottom of his shirt with ease until he has a long strip of fabric in his hands.
I expect him to fire back an insult, but to my surprise, he smirks. The tension easing a little, I also find the corner of my mouth curling up into a smile.
“Since you’re so worried, tie this around my arm” he raises his brows, holding out the fabric for me to create a tourniquet.
I snatch it from him, as he holds his wounded arm out to me. I try to ignore his eyes staring at me, trying to intimidate me as I wrap the shred of t-shirt around his arm. I also try to ignore the realisation that’s dawning on me at just how huge his arms are. They’re practically bulging out of his shirt. Making a knot, I pull tight. Tighter than I probably had to, but he deserves it for being such an asshole.
He clenches his jaw, grimacing in pain when I do so.
“Watch it” he warns me, but I shrug at his comment acting clueless.
“Come on, it’s just a graze, right?”
He stares down at me, his lips slightly parted to speak but no words following their lead. I know he see’s me as just a money grab. Some rich guys daughter who he needs to return home for a big case of cash in exchange. But that doesn’t mean he gets to treat me like an idiot.
I stare back up at him defiantly, not wavering under the firm grip that his eyes have on me. Then, if I’m not mistaken, his eyes flicker down to my lips. He quickly pulls them away from my mouth and back up ti my eyes, so fast that if I had of blinked I would have missed in entirely. But I didn’t miss it. I saw it.
I don’t have more than a few milliseconds to begin trying to understand what the hell that means when gun fire sprays the building we’re in. Immediately Tyler springs into action. The Tyler that was bantering with me just moments ago is gone, as the switch flips in him and he jumps straight into his stone cold soldier mode.
We both crouch down below the windows of the room as he grabs my hand and leads me out of the room. Once we are away from the windows we both stand, he lets go of my hand, replacing it with his gun. Standing protectively in front of me, we stalk through the abandoned apartment building, snaking through each room until he finds one with no windows.
He turns back to me, hand on the small of my back as he guides me into the room. Once we’re inside, he stands me against the wall - gently this time - and raises a finger to his mouth, signalling to stay quiet. I feel my ears prick as footsteps begin to approach from outside the room.
Tyler hides right out of sight in the door way, and I hold my breath, praying that he doesn’t get hurt. If something happens to him, not only am I a goner, but I will never be able to live with the fact that he died saving me. I can’t. The footsteps get louder and louder and I feel the anxiety in my stomach clawing its way up into my chest.
Suddenly, Tyler strikes forward, and the man hunting us down is flung against the wall. In a series of movements that happen entirely to fast for me to even comprehend, Tyler knocks the gun out of his hand and pins him against the wall so ferociously I can hear the mans bones cracking against the concrete. A knife appears in Tyler’s hands seemingly out of no where, and before my eyes I watch him plunge the blade into the man’s neck. He delivers three more fatal blows, slicing the bloody knife across the mans jugular vein over and over again.
And then, it’s over seemingly before it even began. The man falls to the ground, landing at my feet, with blood gushing from the wounds in his neck. Dead.
I pull my eyes away from the dead body at my feet to look at Tyler, but there’s nothing much to see. He’s already moved on, completely dismissing the life that he just took like it was nothing. He signals for me to follow behind him in the hall way, and when I take to long he grabs my vest and forces me behind him. Staying so close to his back I may as well be attached to him, we take a few slow, quiet steps forward. But that’s only as far as we get before two more men come flying towards us from around the corner.
I stumble backwards as Tyler attacks the first man, taking only seconds to kill him with a fatal shot through the chest. When the second assailant approaches, Tyler combats him with his fists. It only takes one punch to disorientates the man, who stumbles backwards giving Tyler enough to aim his gun. I watch with my mouth open so wide in shock it my jaw may as well have touched the floor as Tyler fires a bullet straight through the man’s head.
Two bullets. He has killed two men with only two bullets in what feels like a matter of moments. Now that I’m learning how lethal Tyler really is, witnessing it with my own eyes, my mind flashes back to the room full of dead men that Tyler had mowed through to rescue me earlier today. Now that I’m seeing what he’s truly capable off, that doesn’t seem that far fetched. In fact, it seems like it would have been a breeze to him.
The sound of Tyler shouting my name rips me abruptly from my shock induced flashback. He lunges forward, scooping me up with one arm and planting me firmly behind him. It’s only once I’m being shielded by his giant stature that I see what he was yelling about. Another attacker had been coming up behind me with a gun, and I was second away from being just as dead as the men around us. But Tyler had stopped that. He had thrown himself in front of me, literally putting himself in the line of fire to protect me like it was nothing. Like it was a reflex. Muscle memory.
As Tyler wrestles with the man who almost killed me, movement to our left catches my attention. Realising another man is running towards me at full speed, I spin on my heels and begin sprinting. As I burst through apartment after apartment, I can hear the man hot on my heels. I have no plan. No where to hide. Just every atom in my body screaming at me to run. Until, I meet a dead end. As I burst into the room and head for the door that will take me out to the balcony that wraps around the entire apartment complex, I shake at the handle desperately, just to discover that it is locked.
Back pedalling as I fast as I can, I turn to run out of the room, but instead I smash straight into the body of the man chasing me.
“No, no, no” I begin to beg, each cry for mercy louder than the other as I try to back away from him. But I have no where to escape. With one blow he punches me, delivering a blow to my cheek so hard I can feel it swell almost immediately. As I stumble, clutching at my face, he wastes no time wrapping his arms around me, wrangling me to stay still and comply as he begins to drag me away.
All I can do is scream. When I do, the first and only thing that comes out of my mouth is Tyler’s name. It’s all I can say. Its the only thing that comes to my mind. Over and over again I scream, calling out his name. Begging, praying that he can hear me. That he will find me.
My arms and legs lash out maniacally, desperate to cling on to anything that will stop this man from taking me. Stop him from taking me back to my kidnappers. Stop him from taking me to my death. But something else stops him. One single gun shot bursts into air. Not only do I hear it, but I feel it. I feel it fly so close to my face that I can feel it’s hotness on my cheek. But it doesn’t hit me. Instead, my attacker suddenly goes limp. His once suffocating grip on me going completely loose. As he falls, he takes me to the ground with me. We hit the floor with a thud, and the only reason I know I’m not the one whose dead is the fact that I can feel my goddamn ribs pounding even worse than before.
I look up to find Tyler standing in the doorway, his gun pointed at us. As soon as he knows the man is dead he drops his gun to the floor immediately, running over to me. I don’t know what it is, desperation maybe. Complete and utter fear. The fact that he had thought I was about to die. But for some reason when Tyler runs over to me, he scoops me up in his arms and holds me so tightly for a few moments that I can’t breathe. But I don’t care. As I’m enveloped in his arms, I’ve never felt more safe in my life. The sensation is overwhelming I feel like my heavy panting is about to turn into even heavier sobs.
“You’re okay, you’re okay I’ve got you” He chant’s over and over again in my ear, breathing heavily. For the next few moments we forget everything, clinging onto one another desperately. To scared to let go.
He lets go momentarily, but only to move his hands to my face, holding it firmly.
“Are you hurt?” He panics as he scans me up and down, desperation on his face. When his eyes fall over the mark on my face from where I was punched he curses under his breath.
“I’m okay, I’m okay” I nod and he exhales harshly in giant sigh of relief.
“You scared the shit out of me, yeah. Don’t ever scare me like that again” He tells me firmly as he can, but I can hear the poorly hidden shakiness in his voice.
As we stare at each other intensely, I see something I haven’t seen on Tyler’s face yet. Fear. He looks completely terrified. But not just terrified of anything… terrified of losing me… Everything he was saying before, about how he just need’s me for the pay check has gone out the window. No. In this moment, he couldn’t care less about his pay check, and there’s no hiding it. Right now, all he cares about is that I’m alive and safe, and in his arms.
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Borne of Bullets and Bloodshed Masterlist - Story Complete.
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter Twenty Three
Chapter Twenty Four
Chapter Twenty Five
Chapter Twenty Six
Chapter Twenty Seven
Chapter Twenty Eight
Chapter Twenty Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty One
Chapter Thirty Two
Chapter Thirty Three
Chapter Thirty Four
Chapter Thirty Five
Chapter Thirty Six
Chapter Thirty Seven
Chapter Thirty Eight
Chapter Thirty Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty One
Chapter Forty Two
Chapter Forty Three
Chapter Forty Four
Chapter Forty Five
Chapter Forty Six
Chapter Forty Seven
Chapter Forty Eight
Chapter Forty Nine
Chapter Fifty
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Verboten - Chapter Six.
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Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five
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Chapter playlist - In this Moment - Closer
“Oh, yes, fuck me harder! Fuck me!”
She had never, ever been reduced to such a screaming, demanding mess before in all her life, Tyler railing her into the bed, all which was slow and languid now replaced by carnal fury as he clutched her neck, pinning her down, one leg over his shoulder, turning his head to lay hard bites at the side of her ankle.
He was transfixed by the sight, her creamy slit split so wide around him, his hardness plunging into her voraciously as he fucked her senseless, the sound of their flesh smacking together echoing off the walls, the bed even starting to shift a little beneath them.
Once. He told himself in his mind it would only happen once. Once had now led to twice and fuck, he couldn’t pull himself back. His wife was far from his mind as he gave every inch of himself to her sister, and so hard, her screams didn’t cease. The noises she made for him, god, how he’d missed hearing a woman that keen to verbalise the effect he had upon her.
In the time between sessions, Zoey had paused to light the many candles up on the mezzanine, lanterns in the corner by the surrounding rail lit, the bedside tables all glowing, casting both in shadowy amber hue. The storm still raged outside, the roads flooded, but no severe weather on the opposite side of the window could ever hope to be as torrid as what was happening inside her apartment.
Moving her leg, Tyler turned her onto her side, the penetration made deliciously tighter, Zoey’s hands clasping at the pillows as she scrunched her eyes tightly shut, her throat sore from each wailing cry as he did a superb job of fucking out her thirteen months of sexual frustration. Her drought was over, the sheets beneath her damp from sweat and the sexual puddle caused by his rapidly moving cock. Fuck, he was too good.
She knew the grip of his big hands on her thigh would leave bruises as he pounded her into the bed, his hips driving like a machine as each thrust became stuttered, his sweat glistened chest heaving with effort. Moving her onto her back again as he drove into her mightily, her release swelled like an inferno, burning her veins, his own shot all over her stomach and tits as he pulled out and came so hard, his vision blurred.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.” She confirmed as he collapsed down on top of her. That’s when the guilt should have been hitting her, but as she lay there, her thighs being stroked and her clavicles kissed by a lover so attentive, she did not know what the hell was wrong with her sister for rejecting him constantly, she didn’t. It all felt too perfect. Her fingertips trailed over the spear tattoos at the side of his neck, Tyler shifting a little, slipping his twitching cock back inside her with a small grumble.
“Sometimes I can stay hard if I keep going. Hurts a bit, but I want now to be one of those times.” He made another few grumbles of discomfort before the feeling passed. “So bloody tight.” His head dipped, her nipples his focal point, sucking them with aplomb. She was a little sore from the ferocity of his fuck, but he kept slow and listless, just like they’d enjoyed the first time. He knew, though, he could feel her little tenses without her ever having to utter a word, knew he couldn’t go at her again in a frenzy, so he didn’t.
Instead, he moved to a kneeling position, pulling her up astride him so she could control the depth, his arms wrapping tightly around her, lost in the hazel fire of her eyes. She wasn’t his wife, but in that moment, she was everything he needed and more. He hadn’t felt desired like that since Ella was pregnant with Lani and even then, if he was honest with himself, it wasn’t like this.
Closing his eyes tightly, he rested his head on her shoulder, suddenly feeling awful for comparing the two. He shouldn’t do that. Hell, he shouldn’t even be doing what he was. Reality was about to come creeping in, until Zoey’s soft little wails brought him back, back to the existence of only him and her, his real life once again walled off from it, no matter how selfish such an action was.
This woman, she was sexual magic to him, feeling the way she did. Her succulent wetness gripped on around him strongly as she leaned back, giving him the most incredible view of her lithe body, watching his cock slipping in and out of her effortlessly, so wet she glazed his pubes and thighs a little. It was deeply sexual sight to behold.
“Beautiful.” He whispered, Zoey smiling at him and licking her top lip sexily as she pushed her heels down into the bed and rested her hands behind herself on his thighs. The position gave her much more leverage to really power herself up and down on his rock-hard erection, overcome by the feel of having him so deeply within her.
He pushed her back further to suck and nip at her breasts, a guttural groan escaping his mouth as she began to circle her hips into him harder, her nails digging into his thick shoulders and scratching his arms as she cried out, their movements against one another becoming more fervid by the second.
His teeth nipped her clavicles as she ran her nails down his neck, staring into his cool blue eyes before kissing him as she slammed herself up and down on his cock, loving the feeling of such lengthy and hot, hard satisfaction sinking in and out of her.
Reaching between their bodies he splayed his hand out over her hip and started to rub her clit with his thumb as the pace became tempestuously frantic, making her wail in ecstasy as she stroked his back and kissed his neck.
Her cries became more desperate, leaning back and grinding her hips into him hard as it began to escalate, building quickly and washing over her entirely. She screamed shrilly when it reached its peak, digging her nails into his back and tearing down. Oh, how he adored that, a woman’s nails clawing at him in the throes of ecstasy, prompting his own unfettered release deep into her pulsating heat.
They stayed clasped together like that for a while, coming down from the high, catching their breath, Zoey especially feeling utterly boneless and soft against him. He lay back with her, his slippery cock exiting her with a little pop, Zoey feeling sleepy as she looked out at the rain, the lightning illuminating the sky. That’s the last thing she remembered until awaking the following morning to an empty bed, alone in her apartment. Grabbing her phone, she saw she had a message from Tyler.
‘The storm started to die down at 7am, so I left you to sleep. Last night was amazing. Let’s hope that gets it out of our systems though, eh?’
Would it, though? Would one night ever be enough for them?
‘Yeah, it was incredible. And it has to, because it can’t happen again. Not ever.’ Lord, how she wanted it to, though. Right there and then, she knew it wasn’t out of her system, not now she’d experienced him. She’d keep on craving him, like a drug. But no, she could never go back there again, so instead just settled for sheets that smelled like him and the dull ache from his cock between her legs.
She slept a little longer getting up and doing a yoga session, standing at her window afterwards with a coffee while surveying the damage below. The road was still flooded, but larger cars were able to get through and there was a lot of debris littered, the weather still dreadful, but the storm itself now moved further south.
Once the power came back on at 4pm, she headed for a bath, crumbling in a sweetly scented bubble bar under the water, racing back up to the mezzanine where she’d left her phone after hearing a FaceTime call come in.
“Shit.”
It was Ella. Zoey didn’t have the first clue how to act, her paranoia running rampant that her sister would see it in her face somehow, that she’d spent four hours the previous night being fucked by her husband. ‘Oh god, what if she knows?’
Deciding to leave her phone where it was, she picked up her book and scampered away from the ringing device at speed, shaking her head as she went. “No, no, no. Not ready for that.”
She couldn’t know though, could she?
What if Tyler had confessed? What if he’d been so eaten up with guilt over being unfaithful to his wife, he’d told her at the first opportunity? Things weren’t good between them, what if they’d had a huge row and he’d used it as ammunition?
She realised that wouldn’t be the case, though. Tyler wasn’t a vindictive person in any sense of the word. He wouldn’t use his indiscretion as a weapon. Trying to put it out of her mind, she slid into the hot bath with a grateful sigh, picking up her book and attempting to forget any world which hadn’t come from the realms of Poppy Z Brite’s imagination for a while. Stewing in the pink coloured water, though, her aches at being railed as efficiently as she was by him, forgetting completely was a challenge.
Images of their interdicted hookup flashed through her mind, her heart somersaulting as she remembered how it felt to be pinned down by him while he fucked her like an utter beast. God, he was so hot. While lying there in the water, instead of taking her mind off it via the written material in her hand, she closed her eyes and indulged in it some more. Meanwhile, Tyler was trying to think of anything but.
“Was Zoey alright when you left her place?” Ella asked, hanging up her phone again after trying her sister for the fourth time.
“Yeah, well she was still sleeping. Why?”
“She’s not answering. That’s not like her at all.” Chewing her lip, she returned her phone to her pocket and continued to help moved the sawn up logs Tyler had gone through with his chainsaw, both helping Cait since a huge tree had come crashing down in her back garden, decimating the fence and the neighbour’s kids’ forte, but gladly not injuring anyone. Fran was there too (only living two roads’ away from the eldest of the sisters) so Ella had thought it’d be nice to try and rope Zoey in as well, help as a family.
“She likely couldn’t get here anyway, love. The drainage on her road is shocking, so it’s still flooded. I wouldn’t have got out if I hadn’t been in the truck, so she’s going nowhere in her little Mazda.” Tyler reasoned, his wife nodding. He knew exactly why Zoey wasn’t answering, though. Guilt. She couldn’t face her sister after what she’d spent most of the previous evening doing with him.
It had hit him too, as soon as he’d walked back through the door and found Ella out in the garden, early riser that she was, tending to her beloved vegetable garden after it had been battered by the storm. She’d turned and smiled, despite their issues, seeming to have thawed a little towards him. ‘Missed you’ she’d told him, squeezing his arm and kissing his chest before continuing on into the kitchen. He’d felt the guilt like a knife twisting in his guts.
Maybe not having him there for a night had done something to her thought process and thusly her demeanour towards him, realising that him not being around was something she didn’t want, so therefore continuing to push him away may very well lead to that.
Even though he’d cheated on her, he was far from done with his marriage. Zoey was a bump in the road he did not want to repeat, no matter that – and he hated to admit it – she was the best sex he’d ever had. And he could never, ever have her again. Never feel such a magmatic connection to another person as he had while being inside of her.
Of course, he and Ella scorched the bed whenever they had sex, no matter how long ago it had been since it actually happened, but with Zoey, it was scorching on a completely different scale. Was it because it was such a forbidden thing to do in bedding his wife’s youngest sister? Perhaps that played a part in it, Tyler was honestly trying not to think about it too much.
The rest of the afternoon at Cait’s proved to be a welcome distraction, heading home to get the kids fed, bathed and into bed (including chasing Seth around the house, who had begun to act up at bedtime) before collapsing on the sofa with Ella. She even let him pull her back against his chest and hug her, but just like clockwork, she gave about a minute of affection before pulling away and moving down to the other end, picking up her crochet blanket she was making, one eye on her stitches and the other on a documentary they’d put on about the rainforest.
Immediately the previous night flashed through his mind, lying there inside of Zoey still after he came, stroking her neck and kissing her. It wasn’t just sex he’d been starved of, it was intimacy he missed as well, both of which she’d given to him freely. ‘You’re a fucking awful person, stop thinking about it. It’s bad enough you cheated on your wife, stop remembering how fuckin’ amazing it was while you’re right there next to her.’
He couldn’t, though. Zoey had gotten under his skin a little, as much as he didn’t want to admit it. How couldn’t she have, though, with what they’d shared? Just a fuck it might have been, with someone he had zero romantic feelings towards, but the connection with her. God, he’d never experienced anything like it.
Focusing on the documentary, he settled down, enjoying what David Attenborough was narrating about sloths. Just when he’d gotten Zoey off his mind, though...
“Button! Where ya been?” Ella exclaimed happily, answering her phone. He could hear Zoey explain that she’d been in the bath and then busy with work and cleaning her apartment, the day getting away from her. “Wow, you cleaned? Well done!” Zoey wasn’t like Ella in that respect, who cleaned and tidied daily.
They sat chatting for a while, Ella questioning whether she was still going to visit on her day off that coming Wednesday, Zoey sounding like she was procrastinating a little before finally confirming, telling her she’d be there at lunchtime. “Okay, I’ll do a salad or something, so don’t eat before you come. See you then, love you!”
Wednesday. He was off on Wednesday as well. Fuck. Getting up, he went and got ready early for work since he was in for a night shift, cursing the fact he had to see her again so soon after their illicit activities. ‘Well, if you are going to bang your wife’s sister, you fuckin’ idiot!’
He really, really regretted his actions, shaking his head as he did up his shirt, pissed off with himself for making things worse. Why did it have to happen in the first place? He wished he could rewind the time back to two weeks ago when they’d kissed. He’d have given anything for it to have not occurred.
Desire. It was a force he’d severely underestimated, especially his will to resist it. What he hated even more was the fact that he wanted it to happen again. Deep down, he’d always covet her. This he knew. Once, it seemed, would never be enough for him.
As for Zoey, she knew she had to try and regain some kind of normality and not avoid her sister, which included calling her back and confirming her plans to see her on Wednesday, just as though everything was normal when truly, for her, things were far from it. It was all her fault, though, she knew this. It should have made her think twice before opening her legs to her brother-in-law, how tricky and uncomfortable life would be, going forward, after giving in to temptation.
Work consumed her until Wednesday, her heart hammering so hard, she felt sick while driving to the house, even worse when she saw Tyler’s truck in the driveway. Oh, no. She was only just about prepared to face her sister after what she’d done. Zoey wasn’t sure if she was ready to face the man she’d done it with yet.
“Hey! You look cute, I love this,” Ella exclaimed upon opening the front door, pulling her in for a hug and kiss and gesturing to the long, deep grey dress she had on beneath her comfortable oatmeal coloured cardigan.
Seeing her, actually looking at her lovely face, so happy to see her, Zoey felt a sob welling up in her throat. She was a truly awful person. “Thanks.” She finally managed, her voice a little pinched as her eyes filled with tears.
“Zo, what’s up?”
“Sneeze coming,” she lied, hiding her face and composing herself. “Phew, gone now!” Thank goodness for hay fever that she could freely blame any sudden outbursts of emotion on. Still, she felt awful that Ella bought it without question, continuing through to the kitchen and grabbing a large bowl containing their lunch, coming back out and gesturing to the lounge.
She followed her through the large, bifold windows out into the garden, where she’d set things up on the outdoor table, Tyler down at the bottom of the lawn trimming the trees back.
“Hon, Zoey’s here,” Ella called, taking a seat. As soon as he turned around, her heart was in her mouth.
“Hey.” He called with a wave, turning back to the trees. It wasn’t anything like his usual reaction to seeing her at all.
“Ignore him if he’s surly. He’s been in a weird mood lately,” Ella revealed, raising her eyebrows as she doled out heaps of her speciality, roast butternut squash (homegrown) and feta salad into their bowls, sighing. “We’re not in the best of places right now, but until he can get it through his skull that I’m not feeling sexy at the moment and thus don’t want to be pawed at, then it’s his issue. Sorry to unload, I’m just frustrated.”
“No, it’s fine,” Zoey replied, waving her hand. Inside, she was tumultuous.
“Did he mention anything to you about it when he stayed at yours?” She shook her head. “Hmph, of course he wouldn’t. Knows he’s in the wrong.”
Of course, this was usual Ella, refusing to see that she could have been at fault at all. It was one of her worst traits, but Zoey couldn’t even think on that since she wasn’t impartial at all. Not when she was the reason behind Tyler’s mood change. They sat and chatted, Ella vanishing at one point to go and fetch Lani from her nap, Tyler coming over to pick up his daughter for a cuddle, making the baby laugh by blowing raspberries on her stomach.
She tried to make conversation with him, working her arse off in attempting to make things look as if everything was entirely normal, being met by very stunted replies by him, doing his best to ignore her existence. ‘For Christ’s sake, Tyler. Make an effort!’
He went back to his garden chores, heading into the shed to potter around, the sisters continuing to chat, discussing an outing Fran was trying to organise for everyone, lunch at a new restaurant that was due to open in a week’s time. It could be difficult, wrangling everyone at the same time with work and the like.
It was when Ella went to take the dishes in that Zoey used the chance to confront Tyler about his noticeably sour mood, heading to the shed. She needed to nip this in the bud, they both had to work a lot harder in the aftermath to make like everything was normal than they had to prevent the reason a very large bomb had exploded between them. So far, it was only Zoey scurrying around attempting to hide the damage.
“Hey, what’s up with virtually ignoring me? You know that if you act off with me, she’ll wonder why.”
He sighed, scratching his beard as he rifled around, stopping and turning to look at her. “I thought one time would do it and that’d be it, over, no more going out of my mind because I want you so badly. It only made it worse, though.”
There it was. The confirmation he felt exactly the same as she. They were naïve to ever assume otherwise. They should have known from the start, they should have fought harder, because going forward, nothing would ever be the same again.
“Just try harder, for fucks sake.” Turning to leave, Zoey felt herself stopped by his hand clutching the back of her neck, hauling her back and turning her around, Tyler’s mouth upon hers in a fraction of a second. It should have been startling, the propensity with which they lost their heads to each other, but it wasn’t.
The want they harboured for one another showed no signs of burning out.
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“I told you I was doing extra hours.”
“You bloody didn’t! Fucking liar, trying to make me look like I’m in the wrong!”
The viciousness of her mouth. It honestly surprised him.
“I did, Ella. It’s just as per fuckin’ usual, you don’t listen. You’re too busy with anything else to even acknowledge what I say, like being home at 10pm instead of 8pm, which I did tell you. Now, keep your voice down, before you wake the kids.”
“Oh, fuck you. You’re an inconsiderate shit!”
“Yeah, fuck me? I wish you would for once, frigid bitch.”
He knew it was petty, but he couldn’t help not taking a swipe back at her. He didn’t hang around for any reply she might have had to that, her screams of indignance muted by him turning around and shutting the door behind him, heading upstairs and hoping his babies slept on. Checking in on them, he found all three sleeping soundly, stroking their hair and laying a loving kiss on each blonde crop of curls, smiling at them warmly.
They were the only good thing he was going to come home to that night, Ella’s snappiness the first thing he’d encountered after walking through the door and having her demand why he’d missed her calls, wondering where he was. He knew full well he’d told her, he said as much that morning while helping get the kids ready for school while she’d been feeding Lani. As usual, though, his wife was never wrong.
He had to admit a little fault here, though, blowing up in the way that he had at her. He was doing it not because he was wholly angry at her, but because he was pissed off at himself for not being able to resist her sister. It had been three days since he’d kissed her in the garden shed, and all he’d done in the time between was long for her.
Heading up a floor, he went to the loft conversion bathroom, turning the tap on and taking off his shirt, throwing it into the laundry hamper before turning to close the toilet seat and sit down, pulling out his phone. He was just about to catch up on emails when the door opened, signalling Ella’s arrival.
He groaned, in no mental condition for an argument. He’d had the shift from hell, being punched in the ribs by an arrestee and almost stabbed before he’d disarmed and cuffed him. The guy had been twice the size of him, needing three officers to bring him to the ground and restrain him. “I’m not in the mood for round two.”
“Oh, believe me, I’m making this quick. How bloody dare you throw something so vile as to call me frigid, how fucking dare you, Tyler! I am sick to death of repeating myself about this, so for you to be that cruel is a low blow. You’re my husband, try acting like one for once!”
Seething within, he only kept his composure this time so as not to wake the little ones where they were more likely to have heard. “I do. Every day, I do. I called you frigid because you are, that’s a fact, no matter how much you don’t want to hear it. Have I asked you about us resuming a sex life since last week? No, haven’t bothered, doubt I will either.
“It isn’t just about you refusing to have sex, it’s the fact you keep on pushing me away and I’m bloody tired of it, plus the fact you refuse to acknowledge it or talk to me about whatever the hell it is that’s the matter. We can’t fix things until you admit there’s something wrong, so just tell me. What’s up? Why are you freezing me out? What, is it post-natal depression or something?”
“Oh, of course, it’s always all my fault!”
“Well, since I’m not the one doing anything here to push you away then yeah, it fucking is!”
She sighed, reaching for the door handle. “Sleep in the spare room again tonight. I don’t want you near me. Fucking arsehole!”
He muttered a few swears in her wake, wondering if he’d hit the nail on the head when he’d mentioned post-natal depression. If she needed help, then he wanted to get it for her, although the state of their marriage was tumultuous at best. She had to want it, though. Then there was another other thought that rolled around in his head, being that she’d begun to emotionally check out of their marriage, but for whatever reason wasn’t ready to voice it.
He couldn’t quite trust that, though, purely because he knew it was likely his guilt addled brain throwing up such a suggestion in order to soften the stinging shame he felt from cheating on her. In that moment, he didn’t feel very guilty, though, sinking into the bath and sending someone he knew he shouldn’t be contacting a message.
‘Hey, what you up to?’
Twenty minutes passed before he received a reply, feeling a lot more relaxed by then.
‘Out with some colleagues for dinner and drinks. You?’
‘In the bath, trying to unwind.’
‘Well, hope you manage it!’
He immediately felt stupid for messaging her, the finality of her text to him loud and clear. Not interested in further conversation, or anything else for that matter. Putting his phone down on top of the wicker shelving unit to his left, he vanished under the water, holding his breath, the sub-aqua silence soothing to him.
He partially surfaced, just his nose and eyes sticking out, his ears still submerged, needing to remain in that comforting quiet for a while yet. He couldn’t soothe the anguish one woman caused him by attempting to garner attention from another, that other being the woman he’d enjoyed a furiously hot extramarital dalliance with exactly one week prior. Or could he?
Hearing his phone buzz on the shelf around half an hour after he’d submerged, he sat up, drying his hand and reaching for it.
‘I was doing so well, and then you had to mention you were in the bath. Now I can’t stop thinking about you being all naked and wet.’
‘I could be naked and wet in a different bathtub, if you like?’
‘As if it’d be the bathroom you’d be in if we were at my place. Besides, wouldn’t it be suss, you sneaking out at 10:40pm?’
He was just tying a reply when another came from her in afterthought.
“Besides! We need to try harder to keep away from each other!!!”
‘Nah, she wouldn’t give a shit. Things are rough ATM. As for keeping away from you, I’ve done a week, if you don’t count Wednesday. I think I deserve a reward for that.’
He knew it was wrong, so, so wrong, but he just couldn’t help himself. Neither could Zoey, apparently.
‘Meet me at my place in half an hour.’
He was out of the bath, dry and dressed within ten minutes, grabbing his keys and cell, heading downstairs to poke his head around the living room door.
“What?” Ella snapped, still fuming.
“I’m going for a drink with Jimmy and a few of the guys.”
“At ten to eleven? What’s the point, you’ll only be out for a few hours.”
“Anything is better than sticking around here.” Turning, he left before she could say anything else. For the duration of the drive, he had the rational, moral inner voice screaming at him to just turn around and go home to bed, to not actively seek solace between the legs of his sister-in-law just because his wife had angered him with her refusal to acknowledge their issues. However, the desire for Zoey completely overrode anything that voice advised.
When he actually saw her after tapping her apartment door, any kind of morality went flying out of the window. Then again, he wagered most men would likely suffer exactly the same at seeing a hot twenty-nine-year-old, big hair all wavy and sexy, eyes rimmed black and smudged answer the door in just her red lace underwear.
He advanced on her with a soft, yet hungry growl, Zoey giggling as he lifted her over his shoulder and smacked her bum all the way up to her bedroom, yanking her undies to the side and biting one of the cheeks too for good measure.
“Missed me, then?”
“Yeah, and I’m going to show you just how much too.”
“Ooooh, I’m a lucky girl. Before you do, though, stay right there. There’s something I didn’t give you last time.” He smirked, knowing exactly what that something was. He’d been so hyper focused upon her before that he hadn’t given her chance to return the favour in pleasing him with her mouth. He certainly wasn’t going to stop her this time, removing his t shirt while she undid his belt, running her tongue up the line of dark blonde hair descending from his navel.
Pulling his jeans down, his cock springing free, Zoey moved her mouth to his hip, causing a quake to ripple his abs when she added her tongue, finding a slightly ticklish spot, it seemed. “Stop!” He chuckled when she did it again, kicking himself out of the jeans bunching his ankles, glad he hadn’t bothered with boxers. There was no need.
“But you won’t stop me from doing it right here though, will you?” Running her tongue up the fat vein inflating the underside of his bulky shaft, she elicited a deep groan from him, Tyler tangling his fingers in her hair.
“Fuck, no.” That groan only deepened when she took him slowly into her mouth, his cock twitching the deeper she sucked him back, pausing before dragging her lips back up his shaft, pausing at the tip and kissing it as she winked at him, circling her tongue around a few times before repeating the same thing all over again. After a hard day, having his hard on tended to so very thoroughly was exactly what he needed.
Watching his cock disappearing again and again into her pretty mouth, every last care floated from his mind, the moment he shared with her the only thing prevalent to him, his thighs quaking as her lips tightened around him, her nails trailing down his chest stirring a flush of goosepimples to rise over his skin.
Pleasure crackled through him, his cock like iron as she continued to suck on him with aplomb, moaning softly around him, her noises of contentment sending tingling sensations through his thick shaft. It was about all he could stand without encroaching upon load blowing territory, stepping back before reaching to grasp her waist, throwing her into the middle of the bed.
Zoey shrieked, giggling as he moved between her legs and kissed her into silence, wasting no time in trailing those kisses downwards, his lips etching a heated descent upon her beautiful body before finally settling between her legs.
“Oh, I swear you’re the best ever at going down. Fuck, I’ve craved your mouth so much.” She told him, her cunt sucked upon greedily, Tyler groaning deeply as her wetness bathed his tongue and chin. He loved that blowing him had gotten her that aroused. Her hums and murmurs of pleasure floated through the air like sweet music as he sucked at her, the addition of the gentlest of nibbles making a soft prick of pain melt down her spine, gasping when his tongue began to roll languidly over her clit.
It was a delicate, slow circle he drew upon her bud, watching her undulate against his mouth, his hands stroking her silken legs, entranced by the sight of her losing herself to him. The blade of his tongue soon cut through to the marrow of her, all that was gentle pressure now replaced by keen licks that ignited her bones, making her feel as if embers were burning on her nerves, her thighs brushing his face, squirming in ecstasy.
“I think you’re ready for my cock now, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but that means you stopping your tongue, and it’s too good!” He chuckled at the compliment, continuing to lash her clit with fast licks.
“It does, but maybe this...” Pausing, he moved to kneel, pushing her thighs down onto the bed and gently gliding his hardness into the aqueous velvet of her cunt. “...is better?”
“Ohh, I missed that.”
“I missed being here as well, believe me. I’ve tried to stop thinking about it, but it’s impossible now I know how amazing you feel, how damned gorgeous you look too, split around me.”
His abs juddered in response to her trailing her nails down them gently, one hand slipping between her legs to feel his cock as it plunged in and out of her steadily. “Feeling how wet you’re getting me? Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Bringing her fingers to her mouth, she sucked on them, making him burn. “Mmmm, yeah. It really does.”
“Watching you do that is making my tongue jealous.” Slipping out, he moved back to lie between her legs, mouth clamping around her and sucking hard, his tongue sweeping through her folds. Her back arched off the bed, her body wholly at the mercy of his staggering sexual talent.
He lapped at her keenly, his hot breaths adding to the stimulation, her clit soaked from each eager swirl of his tongue before he moved back to arrow into her once more. Inching in steadily, he filled her entirely, remaining totally still, his thumb rubbing at her clit as he watched her slit spasm from the strong clenches of her inner walls around him, the sight transfixing to him.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” she breathed, flexing on him as he remained completely still, pulling him down to kiss him with heated need. “Fuck me, please just fuck me.”
Moving his mouth to her neck, he chuckled deeply, sprinkling kisses. “Do I detect begging?”
“Yes, I’m out of my damn mind here! Please just pound me into the bloody bed!” Her desperation amused him, Tyler having her think he was about to sate her by beginning to move, a single thrust given before he pulled out once again, kissing his way back down, biting her pubic mound with a playful growl before sliding his tongue into her soaking slit.
“Your pussy tastes amazing, just in case I haven’t mentioned this before.” Laving over her clit, he winked at her, her nails gliding through his hair and over his scalp, watching as he ate her fervently, his short beard prickling her soft folds, a deep grumble of arousal causing her flood his tongue. Sitting back up, he pushed inside her again, her little whimper making his insides tingle.
She lay at his mercy, Tyler resting her legs over his shoulders as he began to give her exactly what she wanted, centring his weight down through his pelvis, each thrust delivered with more pressure, making her wail as he stroked her shins, turning his head to kiss her ankle and softly bite her toes. Just when she was getting used to being ploughed, though, he switched cock for tongue once more, pushing it into her burning hole, licking her opening while his nose nudged her clit, her legs virtually knotting around his head.
How? How could one person be this illimitably thrilling in bed? He was everything she’d ever looked for in a lover, so attentive, very much getting off on being the instigator to her losing her mind to him. She’d never been with a man who was as much of a giver as Tyler. His mouth ate her to near ruin before finally, he sheathed himself in her heat and this time, didn’t pull away.
He gave her long strokes, pulling right to the edge before invading back to her depths, three slow thrusts followed by two quick and sharp, Zoey’s eyes rolled back in her head as she shook under the pressure from his cock, heavy as it dragged throbbing heat out of her, her mouth dropped open as she panted and wailed.
“That’s it. Cum around my cock, baby.” Those words were the catalyst to it, her body trembling all over as she shattered for him completely, sparks blazing, her hips driving strongly as she ground against him, greedy for more friction.
Tyler had no idea how she didn’t drag the orgasm from him as well with the force she came with, but he focused on not succumbing to it, the tingling in the pit of his groin, slowing down to both contain himself and give her a little recovery, bending to suck her nipples in turn.
Moving onto his side, he pulled her leg up over his hip, stroking her thigh as they shared steamy kisses, his heart hammering madly. God, the things she stirred in him, the way her flesh felt pressed to his, the tight hug of her molten centre around his throbbing cock as he fucked her slow and deep.
Each of his lust saturated groans vibrated her lips as she tucked her head under his chin, kissing his neck, her nails grazing his chest, lost in the tempest that was the two of them together, their bodies hot and tight with erotic euphoria, a few more strong thrusts seeing Tyler through to his burning finish, shooting ribbons of cum deeply into the snug clutch of her cunt.
In the aftermath, she lay against his chest, her nails circling his nipple, his hand idly stroking up and down her back, tickling her spine, enjoying the afterglow of their releases, the quiet stillness, the peace. Once again, guilt was far from their minds, basking in one another, knowing they really were powerless to fight what they’d entered together. It was no longer a onetime thing, and both knew they wanted it to continue despite the obviousness of it being so very wrong.
They needed to face up to the truth of it. This was the start of their affair.
“Do you have to leave soon?”
“Yeah, I do. I don’t want to, though, having to go back to an empty bed.”
Zoey winced for him, hearing the bitterness in his voice. “That bad?”
“Yeah, you know how she is when she gets it into her head that she’s the one in the right. This time it was over me telling her this morning I’d be home at ten, and her swearing blind I didn’t. It wouldn’t have been an issue, but fuck, I don’t need to get screamed at after working ten hours and having some fuck pig of a human punch me straight in the bad rib too,” he vented, feeling bad about unloading on her. “Sorry.”
“No, don’t be sorry. It’s okay. Yeah, I know how she gets, it’s frustrating. And is that what this is here?” Stroking the faint bruise to the side of his tattoo, Tyler nodded. “If you don’t want to, you can stay, you know.”
He smiled, touched by her sweetness. “It isn’t about what I want, babe. I need to be there in the morning when the kids wake up. Plus, if I stay out, she’ll likely only throw that at me too. She doesn’t need much incentive to dislike me further at the moment.”
Despite what he said, he remained where he was, happy, feeling peaceful, the tension gone from him. He knew as soon as he was back in the house, it’d all return, sleeping alone without the warm embrace of a woman who wanted him, rather than lying there allowing the resentment he felt towards his wife eat him alive.
At 1:30am, he reluctantly untangled himself from her, dressing slowly, drinking in the image of her lying there, naked and sleepy, so pretty to him. “I’ll text you. Stay there, I’ll drop the catch on the front door. Night, beautiful.” He kissed her forehead, picking up his cell and keys before leaving. If he hadn’t turned when he did, he’d have gotten back into bed with her.
Reluctance tugged at him throughout the drive home, hoping Ella would be asleep when he arrived back. He wasn’t in the mood for round three now he’d finally unwound and relaxed. Trudging up the stairs, he saw a dim light coming from under the bedroom door, about to pass it by.
“Tyler?”
Pausing, he turned back, opening the door and looking in, Ella on the bed with a book.
“I’m sorry I made such an issue earlier over nothing. It doesn’t matter if you told me or not, I shouldn’t have bitten your head off about it.” Wow, an apology. Still, though, she couldn’t really admit to the fact it was caused by her not listening to him. That part did matter. It mattered very much to him, to have the simple respect of being heard and noticed by his wife. “Do you want to sleep in here?”
“No,” he began, sighing. “And I won’t until you admit there’s something wrong, something you need to open up to me about so we can work on the fact that it’s driving a huge wedge between us. If you value our marriage at all, I guess you will. If not, I’m out of options.”
Turning, he shut the door, feeling like a hypocrite after what he’d told her, no matter how true it was. She might have been driving him away, but he didn’t have to keep running to another person to make it better, which was, he knew well, a much bigger factor in driving a wedge between a husband and his wife than one of them being emotionally stubborn. Sleeping with her sister wasn’t exactly valuing their marriage either, and he did see that.
Still though, when he climbed into bed, it was that other person whose presence he missed next to him above anyone else’s.
Verboten - Chapter Eighteen.
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“Hey, oh I love those bracelets so much! Come in, come in.”
Cait’s usual warm welcome, tender hug and lipgloss staining kiss on the cheek should have made Zoey feel reassured, yet she only felt furtherly nervous as she was welcomed into her sister’s beautiful abode. She and her ex, Steve had bought the bungalow from new, extending onto the large garden as well to give them the kind of kitchen and family room that made anyone who saw it green with envy.
Everywhere was decorated much to the person Cait was, boho yet chic, rock ‘n roll memorabilia dotted around in amongst the expensive candles and endless vases of flowers.
“You should do, you bought them for me,” Zoey replied, entering the kitchen behind her, Cait taking a moment to study her wrist again before a look of recognition appeared.
“Yes! Bali! God, I’m so dense sometimes!” Heading around the island, she poured out two large glasses of ice laden homemade lemonade, coming back around to take a seat next to her. “So, button. We’ve all noticed it, obviously. Please, tell me what’s wrong. I’m worried sick.”
Zoey shifted in her seat uncomfortably, taking deep breaths. “Can we discuss it after lunch?”
Cait smiled, pleased that she was going to offer forth the information as to why she wasn’t right at present. “Of course, we can.” Just then, the oven timer went off. “Ahhh, right on cue. The girls are sales shopping and Pete’s out with a few mates, so it’s just us.” Zoey had thought the house seemed a little quiet compared to the usual hustle and bustle caused by two teenage girls and a particularly noisy boyfriend. Pete was always tinkering with something, from musical instruments to motorbikes.
All the while through eating, Zoey felt as if Cait could see right through her before she’d even opened her mouth, see the half-truth she was about to feed her, her appetite once again suffering a stumbling block, only eating half of what had been put upon her plate. Her heart hammered, her palms sweated and her mouth became more arid than the Sahara, feeling hotter than she already did in the summer heat.
“I’ve been having an affair with a married man and the reason I’ve been so sad is because he went back to his wife and I’ve fallen in love with him.”
Well, so much for what she’d planned to say.
“Oh, button,” Cait exclaimed, reaching for her hand. “How long were you seeing him for?”
“Only a few months, but long enough for it to hurt significantly when he ended it.” Cait nodded sympathetically, stroking her hair, her eyes so full of empathy.
“Sweetheart, you really must have fallen hard for him, but if he was married then you know that he wasn’t a desirable candidate, don’t you? A man prepared to cheat on his wife.”
“Yeah,” she replied simply, swallowing hard.
“Oh, damn, I didn’t think! This is why you were so withdrawn on Christmas day, the parallels, Ella having marriage issues but working things out, it must have reminded you of your...” Cait stopped, registering the flush in her sister’s cheeks, the way she looked away. Anyone else would have missed it. “Zoey, you... no. Don’t tell me it was Tyler. Please, don’t.”
It was as far as Cait could get, Zoey hurtling out of her seat and running for the bathroom, skidding to a halt in front of the bowl and dropping to her knees, throwing up quite violently, her guts continuing to lurch, a second wave of nausea expelling the contents of her stomach. By the time she was retching for a third time, Cait was gathering her hair away from her face and stroking her back.
“Why? Why are you doing this, after what... well, not what I told you, but what you know?”
“Because you’re still my sister, and I’ll always love you, even though I’m fucking gobsmacked right now. I mean...”
It was in the space between words that a still gasping Zoey began to cry, hard, hacking sobs wracking her tiny frame, wailing her eyes out before long, Cait landing on the floor next to her and pulling her head against her chest, rocking her distraught sister in her arms.
“I’m not condoning what you did, let me just make that perfectly clear, but shit, my sweet, I think you know that or you wouldn’t be like this now, would you? If you weren’t suffering over what you’d done,” Cait continued, her voice croaky and thick with emotion as she began to cry as well. “Oh, Zoey. It’s awful, it’s so terrible, what you both did.”
“I know,” Zoey squeaked, crying harder, the urge to unburden the rest so strong, she didn’t know how she hung onto it. “I’m an awful person, for what I did to her. I’ll never forgive myself either.”
‘Apparently you can forgive yourself for long enough to keep seeing him, though.’
Helping her up off the floor, Cait guided her to the sink, pouring a measure of mouthwash for her while Zoey washed her face, reaching to flush the toilet before taking the Listerine with thanks. Leaving the bathroom after her rinse, they went to the living room, taking a seat beside one another on the large, velvet teal sofa.
“You seem remarkably calm about all of this,” Zoey noted, Cait looking a little uncomfortable for a few moments.
“I don’t agree with what you did, let me start by stating that again with the vehemence that such a statement requires. I do not condone your affair at all. But - and god forgive me for what I’m about to say - for a long time now I've quietly thought Tyler was with the wrong sister. I feel awful for saying it and I never, ever would wish any hurt on Ella, like I say I do not think what you did was right, but hearing it, it hasn’t surprised me. Tyler and Ella are a good fit, but Tyler and you, you’re even better. You have so much in common that I’ve often felt if he’d met you first, you’d have been the one ended up married to him.”
Zoey could barely believe what she was hearing, Cait looking both tortured and unburdened all at once by her confession, an admission that absolutely stunned her.
“Is it completely over?”
She was in this deep. Might as well go the whole way. “No. We rekindled when he came to mind on Christmas night. He’s leaving Ella, he’s done with his marriage. He’s in love with me, too.”
“Oh, Christ. I wish I didn’t know this; I truly do. I don’t blame you for spilling it all, though. You must have been burdened by it. Not that it isn’t your fault, that you carry it, because it really is, to do something like that, but shit, Zoey. This is going to rip the family apart. You know that, right? Ella will be devastated. I just hope he’s worth all the hell you’re gonna go through for the sake of being with him.”
If there was one thing she was sure of, it was that Tyler was worth it all. “Yes, he is. We mesh, he’s perfect for me. It’s just, it’s effortless, being with him.”
“So, this all started when she began pushing him away?”
“August, August what when it began. We did try and fight it, we really did, but it was unstoppable,” she began, Cait cutting in.
“No. A runaway train, that’s unstoppable. A car with the brake lines cut going downhill, that’s unstoppable. You always had the choice to say no, but you didn’t. You need to acknowledge that.”
“You’re right, no you’re absolutely right, I did. What we had bubbling between us became bigger than the both of us, though. What I’m trying to say is that it wasn’t something I took lightly. The sexual attraction between us was huge, and from virtually nowhere! It all started with us having a drunken kiss after Ella’s birthday. He was lonely and horny; I was just horny. See that’s the thing, it wasn’t all just selfishly about sex. He missed intimacy, feeling wanted by someone. I made him feel wanted.”
“Still doesn’t make it right, button.”
Sighing, Zoey nodded. “I know it doesn’t. Are you going to tell her?”
“Absolutely not! No, Zo. I’m not going to say a damned word about it. This is for you guys to fix now, I’m just your confidant. I still love you always, you know that, right? I might be pissed off with you that you did this, but I love you and I’m here for you. I’m taking no one’s side when it all comes out either.”
Pulling her close, Cait hugged her some more, Zoey feeling much more relaxed that she knew and still pledged to love her regardless. She’d feared that even through her usual level headed fairness, Cait might’ve taken sides. It was very clear that she wasn’t about to do this, especially mentioning it in as many words.
Zoey left to go shopping after a couple of hours, enjoying spending a little money on some new undies, another bottle of her perfume, some X rated purchases as well as a box of bath bombs, going for a nice, long soak upon her arrival home before heading out for dinner with an old friend from university.
By the time she’d arrived home, all full from beautiful Italian food that her friend Gina’s family made their living from (owning several restaurants throughout Queensland) and a little red wine drunk, she was feeling quite content. Even more so when she saw who was waiting outside her front door.
“Good evening, miss. I was told an officer was required at this address.”
“What are you doing here? I didn’t think we were seeing each other tonight! But yes, I do indeed have a definite need.”
“And the nature of your emergency?”
“I’ve been a bad girl, senior constable. I’m going to need for you to cuff me.”
Raising an eyebrow, Tyler grinned as Zoey opened her front door, pulling up her bandage dress and smacking her bum hard, making her squeak. “That can be arranged.”
Within her apartment, their desires blazed, Zoey undoing his shirt as he walked her back towards the mezzanine, removing his gun and phone to place them on a nearby table before throwing her over his shoulder. “So, are you sure you want the cuffs, or do you want me to tie you up real pretty with lots of knotted rope?”
“Ooooh, I think rope, please,” she purred, her lips ghosting the shell of his ear before biting the soft lobe. He quirked an eyebrow at her, grabbing her sleeveless dress and yanking it down, flicking her bra undone before bending to suck her nipples.
“And what else does my kinky princess desire, hmm?”
“You, all over me.”
“That’s a given, darlin’. Be specific.”
“Okay.” Leaning in close, she ran her tongue up his neck, pushing his shirt from his thick shoulders, her fingertips pattering down over his chiselled torso, grasping his belt. “I want to ride your face while I’m sucking your cock, also, while you’re doing something else too.” Pulling away from him, she sauntered back towards the bed, crouching to pull her toy box from beneath, removing the new butt plug she’d bought while shopping earlier.
His grin couldn’t have been wider. “Yeah, I’d be happy to put that to some very good use.”
Their bodies hit the bed in an erotic entanglement of limbs, sensual kisses exchanged as remaining clothes were shed, hands stroking, mouths wandering, passions ignited. Zoey could barely wait until she got this whenever she wanted, without the associated guilt and shame rolling around like a prickly ball in her head.
Of course, that brought up an entirely different set of problems, the fallout from their reveal, but at that moment, she didn’t care. After all, Tyler’s tongue had just slid into her slit; tangible thought and such an action rarely went hand in hand. Not with the focus he began to heap upon her clit, languidly circling, his thumb gently pulling the hood back to make it stand out, every nerve ending bathed in wet heat.
She cried out, her nails gliding over his shoulders, Tyler hungrily licking her with gusto before he moved to his back, Zoey taking the initiative to straddle his head, more than ready to please him in return for the magmatic heat she knew he’d continue to stir within her.
Backing up against his face, the heat of his breath fluttering at her folds before his mouth closed around her, sucking hungrily, a gravelled groan sending shivers through her at the clasp of her hand around his hardness, her tongue circling the very tip. Their mutual moans filled the air as they ate one another with rapacious need, Tyler spanking her hard on both arse cheeks, grabbing her fleshy mounds as he emerged from her apex to bite onto one with a lust-soaked growl.
His grasp would leave bruises and his slaps handprints, but she loved it, loved it when he marked her, when he got rough and uncontained, continuing his assault upon her backside while his tongue drove against her clit, evoking swells of pleasure that throbbed through her groin. Adding pressure around his cock with her lips, those pleasurable swells grew in intensity from the vibrations caused by his deep, rumbling groans as he began sucking at her.
Releasing her from the hot suction of his lips, he circled at her clit with the kind of precision that had her crying out, her hand pumping at his shaft while she wailed, her thighs trembling as her emanation swelled, palpitating through her, a rolling ball of light that lit her up so intensely, felt breathless and foggy in the aftermath of such a hot release.
“I’ll pass out one of these days. You’re so damn good!”
He paused from kissing the back of her thigh, chuckling gruffly, picking up the butt plug and pushing it into her fluttering, post-orgasmic wetness, making her gasp. “That’s my goal.”
Of course, it was.
“You’re such a beast.”
Laying another hard slap to her bum, he then removed the plug from her centre, pushing it straight into the hole it was intended to occupy. “Guilty as charged.” He worked it back and forth, her tight hole yielding to the wide stretch (it was much bigger than he ever expected her to take, something that impressed and aroused him in equal measures) before letting the muscle pull it inside, the aquamarine gem twinkling, looking like the prettiest of decorations, his hand smacking her hard once more.
She was the complete personification of all of his sexual fantasies, someone he could exude his dominant nature over, someone who was thrilled rather than turned off by the prospect. Ella never let him; she absolutely wasn’t into it. While the sex they’d shared was good, Tyler only truly realised what a mismatch they’d been once he’d begun his affair with Zoey, although comparing them still made him feel uneasy.
Ella was all about him pleasing her, catering to her tastes, while always refusing anything he suggested they try. Zoey most definitely wanted to please him, as much of a giver as he was, all of her suggestions exactly what he would propose, had she not asked first. She was his idea of sexual perfection.
“Look how pretty you are, bound and spread. Let me get a picture of that.” Grabbing his phone, he took a photograph, admiring his handiwork after carefully tying her to the bed. Her hands clutched at the intricate series of knots, her body rested over a stack of pillows, legs spread, her back arched in a beautiful bend, pushing herself up against him when he moved to behind her, her bum still occupied by the plug, her gaping emptiness then filled by the intrusion of his very, very hard cock.
He took a picture of that, too, placing his phone back down to give her body his sole focus, opening her tight cunt with long, slow strokes, smacking her bright red backside some more, adding to the plentiful handprints. “My gorgeous little submissive, like it when you get tied up, don’t you? Bound and spanked hard.”
“Fuck yes. Do it again.”
“Oh no, you don’t command me, little girl. I’ll spank you when I see fit. Do you understand?”
Oh, those words. How they arrowed right to her cunt.
“Answer me.” Grabbing her hair, he pulled her head back in reprimand.
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good.” Letting go, he continued the slow, languid slipping in and out of her wetness, feeling her tighten on him, knowing she was doing it purposefully, that constriction absolutely criminal. “Naughty girl, let go.”
“No.”
“Oh, being bad, hmm? Punishment time.”
Sliding from within the viscid clench of her, he grasped his hardness, steering the head to her clit and rubbing back and forth, a shuddered breath leaving his mouth at how sensitive it felt, sparks flickering through him as Zoey gasped and mewled, aroused beyond measure. He’d never quite been so dominant with her before, but she loved it, that he felt comfortable enough with her to introduce such to their bedroom repertoire.
“Please, Tyler. Please fuck me.”
“Are you begging or commanding me again? I wouldn’t command, if I were you.”
“Begging.”
“I think I need to hear more.”
A shudder ran through her, equally from the tone of his voice as well as the continued rub of his hardness across her soaking folds, her clit hardening as hot, veiny pleasure swept against it over and over. “I need your cock inside me, fucking me hard, like you’re going to go through me. Please, Tyler. I’ll be a good girl, just fuck me.”
“Fuck.” He mouthed, her words making his heart skip a beat, the need in her voice, how much she wanted him. He wanted to play with her more see how far she could be pushed, but his own need to feel her around him superseded that desire, pushing against her entrance and spreading her around him, grunting softly as he filled her.
She purred with desire, her body rippling in response to being spearing into after wanting it so badly, the ropes binding her creaking as she pulled against her restraints, exhilarated by the feeling of fullness with both him and the butt plug inside of her, the slithering drag of his cock beginning to speed up, gratification buzzing her nerves when he spanked her, his other hand clutching at her hair and yanking her head back.
“Do you like that, baby? Like it when I pound the shit out of this beautiful little pussy and spank your arse while I do it?”
“Yes, I love it!”
“Such a good girl. You always take it so well. You can take more too, I think.” Yanking her head back, he pounded her so hard that it hurt, but oh, the pleasure too from his rapidly moving cock, her insides assailed, Zoey whining and crying as fire sizzled up her spine, his hand spanking her again so hard, her eyes watered. She knew she’d ache all over in the aftermath, her bum stinging and bruised, her insides tender from the punch of his fuck and her wrists rubbed red from the rope. It was worth it, though.
He ploughed her into the bed, relentless, voracious, all consumingly until her release was driven out of her like a demon being exorcised, his own exploding from his cock as he pulled out and shot his load over her back. He’d never fucked anyone that hard before.
Shaking violently, she winced as he pulled the butt plug from her, her body pushed right to the limit with how rough he’d been with her, the high still pulsing through her veins as he untied her and swiftly enveloped her in his arms, stroking her hair and kissing her, knowing instinctively that she needed the loving aftercare to begin in order to come down again.
“Fuckin’ hell, you’re shaking so hard! I didn’t go too far, did I?” He asked with concern, Zoey shaking her head.”
“No, no it was amazing! I love it when you’re like that, that I’m the person you can be authentic to what you crave. I might need you to be soft dom in the wake of this, though. While my insides heal.” She laughed a little, lifting her head to kiss his throat, Tyler moving to grant her his lips. “I love you so much.”
“I love you more. Do you want me to run a bath for you?”
“I had one earlier, but I’d love a shower, especially if I had a buddy in there with me.” Five minutes later, he’d carried her down to the bathroom, standing behind her in the shower, letting her lean back against him while his soapy hands lovingly washed her down. Where aftercare was concerned, he was just as masterful as he was at what came prior, lying in bed with her afterwards until she fell asleep, dropping the catch and letting himself out.
He hated to leave, as did she, waking a couple of hours later to an empty bed. She couldn’t wait until they’d have their nights where he wouldn’t leave at all, because he’d be all hers. She was so in love with him that it was worth the storm she knew swirled upon their horizon. Until then, she’d just continue to enjoy him all that she could, whenever she could.
Verboten - Chapter Fourteen.
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Sitting down, he steeled himself for what he was likely to hear, his mind running scenarios as she turned, resting her hand on his forearm.
“I’ve been fucking horrible to be around, haven’t I?” Wow. She was actually admitting to it. That shocked him. He nodded, Ella continuing. “I’ve just been so frustrated, Tyler, but it hasn’t been with anything you’ve said or done. Every little reaction I’ve had, flying off the handle with you, pushing you away, it’s been me, my stuff, because of what I’ve been feeling.
“I didn’t know how to put it in words, that for some inexplicable reason, I began to feel differently about you after Lani’s birth when I had no reason to. I didn’t want to either, I still don’t, you’re my husband and I love you, for Christ's sake! I did though, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I've been reading into it, and I think I might need some therapy, that apparently women can go off the rails a little after suffering a traumatic birth. It isn’t post-natal depression, but some think a form of PTSD, which would make us a fine pair.”
He couldn’t help but softly laugh though his nose, taking her hand and squeezing it. Finally, she was opening up. He was so thrilled to hear it that anything else flitted right out of his mind.
“I want to work on things, I do. I was just scared and had these feelings of wanting to be left alone because I didn’t know why I was feeling the way I was. I tried to make it all your fault, because I couldn’t admit it all lay with me, even told Cait that, too. I don’t want to be this miserable bitch any longer who won’t leave the house and go on a date with her husband, though. I don’t want to make you as unhappy as I have. I want us to be us again, but I might need help and time.”
He nodded, smiling, but inside, when his brain re-engaged, he felt a cold dread run through him. The only thing that had made him want out of his marriage was the belief he’d lost the wife he thought he once knew. Now she was coming back, where did that leave him and Zoey, who he felt something very, very real for?
‘Oh god. Oh, fucking god.’
“Are you alright?”
Shaking himself, he concentrated on her, as he should have been doing this whole time and not running away between the legs of her sister. “Yeah, yeah I’m great. It’s just such a surprise to hear you come out with all of this. I honestly thought we couldn’t recover.”
“Well, I think we should be realistic. We might not be able to, I don’t expect everything to change overnight, but I want to try. I want to make an effort before I lose you.” Cupping his face in her hands, she leaned forward and kissed him, a soft kiss firstly, deepening a moment later. He couldn’t remember the last time they’d kissed one another like that. “A day at a time, yeah?”
“Yeah, a day at a time.” Relaxing back, he wrapped his arm around her, Ella resting her head against his chest, everything the picture of serenity. Inside, though, Tyler was tumultuous. All of a sudden, what had been a no-brainer until he’d entered his home was now something he had to wrestle with hard. He had to choose between them.
Was there a choice, though?
Now that Ella admitted her part of the faults in her marriage, the choice was obvious to him. Stay with the woman he was married to. But Zoey. Zoey! What he felt for her wasn’t love, he knew that, but it was strong, she’d made him feel happy, wanted and alive again in place of feeling neglected within the loveless wreck of a marriage he’d found himself growing furtherly disillusioned with over the last ten months. Then there was the sexual connection too, the fact that carnally, they were a perfect match.
Could he just give that up?
He had to. He knew that he did, but this time, letting go would be even harder than trying to resist her in the first place, as he should have four months ago. He couldn’t have felt worse if he’d tried, lying there, dick sore from fucking Zoey on and off for two hours and now, with Ella against his chest, returned to him.
“Are you okay? Your heart’s going really quick.” Of course, it was. He felt like he was about to pass out with the sudden tonne of stress. ‘You’ve only yourself to blame, fuckin’ idiot!’
“I’m fine, darlin’. Actually, I think I’m gonna head to bed early.”
“Alright, I’ll be up after this has finished.” Returning her attentions to the TV, she looked a lot less burdened than she had, while in the meantime, Tyler felt like he’s suddenly had a grand piano strapped to his back.
Lying in bed, the trepidation over what was to come begin to eat away at him, his heartbeat escalating, driving him into the bedside table drawer in search of the anti-anxiety medication he knew he had in there still, but had stopped taking on account of him no longer suffering PTSD induced panic attacks. It was a few years old, but it might still somewhat work.
Dry swallowing the pills, he lay back again, his mind racing a mile a minute. He was getting back exactly what he wanted, his wife how he remembered, the woman he’d fallen in love with and married after only thirteen weeks, but now he had to give up the person who had truly made him feel alive again after Ella’s many and bitterly cold rejections over the last ten months.
Lying there, he imagined all the times he’d lain there in bed with Zoey, just talking to her, discovering things he didn’t know, feeling tingly in his chest with happiness to have someone there who he could enjoy that kind of intimacy with again, something sex had nothing to do with. But then...the sex. God, the sex he shared with her. It made him feel cold in the pit of his stomach, having to admit she was much better at it than her sister, and Ella was by no means lousy.
It was the connection he shared with Zoey, though, one he sorely wished was the same with his wife, that extra spark that existed between them, the fact she got off on a lot of things her sister wasn’t aroused by as well. What could he do, though? Walk out on ten years for his wife’s sister?
He’d been realising that was where he was heading before, except he wouldn’t have gone straight to Zoey. He would have insisted on a period of transition so he could have got adjusted to being separated and made the kids his number one focus, but now, it was Zoey he realised he had to leave behind, so all of this was entirely moot.
Could he just walk away from her, though?
Sever all ties?
Act like the last near four months had meant nothing to him, when eventually, it all actually truly had?
Even the bed didn’t feel comfortable to him, Ella’s choice of raw organic cotton sheets that kept you cool but were a little scratchy nowhere near as nice as whatever bed linens Zoey chose. Uncomfortable. It was the perfect adjective to describe his current state.
He was still awake when Ella climbed into bed just under an hour later, reaching out to rest her hand on his shoulder. “Can I come in for a cuddle?”
“You don’t have to ask.” Turning onto his back, wrapped his arm around her as she got comfortable in the dip between his chest and shoulder, kissing just above his tattoo. “Does it feel okay, or are you forcing yourself to do this?”
“I feel a little disconnected still, but hopefully a little more of this rather than running away from you, and I might feel a little closer to normality.”
He thought that having his wife back in his arms would have a profound effect on his happiness, that he’d feel something lovely bloom through all the anger and frustration. It didn’t, though. As he lay there, he felt like something was missing.
‘You need to just get your focus back on your marriage, that’s all it is. Give Ella your time, be present, be the kind of husband she deserves.’
He knew right then that what he had with Zoey had finally reached its expiration date, but the thought of telling her filled him with apprehension. The conflict he felt inside was monumental.
Because of this, he had a restless night of sleep, waking up grumpy, tired and not prepared to go and do an early shift. At least he’d be home by early evening, though, early enough to actually eat dinner with his kids for once. He tried to focus on that, on being there with his family and taking the first tentative steps to rebuild his relationship with Ella, yet trying to shake what he had to do on Wednesday when the day itself arrived, when he’d also next planned to see Zoey, was easier said than done.
It hung over him like a fog that wouldn’t retreat, breaking things off with her. He knew why, too. Because there was a big part of him that didn’t want to, but the larger part of him truly did want to fix things with his wife, get out of this before anyone got hurt, and continue attempting to strive for normality. But fuck, he could feel it in his chest, an actual pulling sensation at having to end it.
“Hon, you’re miles away.”
“What?”
“I asked if you could pick me up some of those beer traps on your way home later. The bloody slugs have been at my lettuces again,” Ella asked, walking back in from the garden. “Oh shit, you can’t. You’re on late. Sorry, I forgot.”
“Get ‘em off Amazon? If you’re in all day then they’ll likely be here before I will,” he suggested, Ella making an ‘aha!’ face, pulling her phone from her pocket.
“Never let it be said you’re just a pretty face, Tyler Rake. And I like this, by the way, the longer beard. It’s sexy.” He smiled fleetingly, granting her a kiss before continuing to stand on the back porch, looking out over the sun filled garden, feeling the exact opposite of the weather. His stomach turned unpleasantly and his heart skipped a beat sadly when he thought about it, having to let Zoey go.
“What choice have you got, though?” He muttered aloud, draining his coffee and setting about his first task that morning, cleaning the child toy debris from the lawn before mowing it. He wasn’t about to repeat the roller skate incident that had cost him his last lawnmower blade.
The fog hung over him, becoming thicker and thicker throughout the day and evening, making him feel sick and rotten inside by the time he got to Zoey’s apartment, just standing outside of her front door while trying to gather himself before finally, he knocked.
“Hey, come in. You’re earlier than I expected,” she welcomed him with, giving him a huge kiss. As soon as her lips hit his, the fog vanished. The tingly feeling in his chest returned. Everything was okay.
Except it wasn’t.
“Tyler, what’s up? You look...off.” Cocking her head to the side as she wrapped her arms around his neck, she looked so lovely to him, resting his forehead to hers and sighing.
“I can’t stay tonight,” he began.
“That’s okay, I didn’t expect you to be able to.”
“No, I mean, I can’t stay at all. I’m sorry, Zoey, but you and me, we have to stop. I need to call time on it.” His words made something icy and unpleasant run through her, like a cold, spiny eel swimming down into her stomach, coiling around, prickling her soft insides. Here was reality, and it was sharp. “When I got home on Sunday night, Ella and I sat and talked. She completely acknowledged the way she’d been behaving and apologised for it, said she wanted to seek help for what was obviously wrong and work on our marriage.”
“Oh.” The word fell from her lips on the cusp of a sob, Zoey swallowing hard.
“I’m so sorry, Zo. This changes everything, even though there’s a part of me that doesn’t want to, the part of me that wants to stay with you. I have a loyalty to my wife first, the woman I made vows to, who I broke a pretty fuckin’ big one to. I can’t do it anymore. I need to be a hundred percent in working things out with her, so we have to end this.”
She took a deep breath, her entire body feeling stiff, yet light, the cold sharpness still chilling and spiking within her belly, Tyler wrapping her up in a hug and holding her tightly. All she wanted in that moment was for him to never let her go.
“I’m sorry. You still mean the world to me. Please, don’t think this is easy for me, because it isn’t. It's hell, having to stop.” He kissed her forehead, looking down at her sadly, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs.
“I understand.” She whispered, holding back her tears with every little ounce of strength she had left.
“I’ll see you soon. You take care, yeah? Fuck, this is horrid. I don’t want to go, but I have to.” Kissing her lips one last time, he turned, a huge lump forming in his throat as he made a quick exit, Zoey feeling like she was moving weightlessly after him, her hands pressing against the door that closed behind him.
“Then stay. If you don’t want to go, stay.”
Those were her last whispered words before her legs buckled and she crumpled into a heap, crying her heart out.
