Truly Mine Page 6

  He pushes himself up, his hands on either side of my head, and looks down at me. “You feel amazing, Tru.”

  He pulls out and grabs the back of my thigh, rolling me over to my side, and then he takes hold of my ankle, forcing me to bend my knee, before he slams into me hard and fast. I cry out as he moans my name, “Truly. Oh…yes.”

  I love this position. It’s a yoga pose I do every day. Only, I haven’t experienced it with Tyler inside me. He might be onto something here. This is good for my body and mind for sure.

  “Oh, Christ…yeah.” I need something to grab on to, something to dig my fingernails into.

  I take hold of his arms and dig my nails into his biceps. This only encourages him to thrust into me harder and faster. I can’t hold out for another moment. I feel myself falling over the edge. The room is spinning, and it feels like the air has been sucked out of my lungs. I reach above my head, gripping the comforter, and then cover my mouth, moaning loudly into the blanket.

  “Let me hear you, baby,” Tyler says through gritted teeth.

  My thighs are weak and quivering.

  Tyler pushes my thigh toward my chest and slams into me one last time before crying out, “Ah…Truly!”

  He drops his chin to his chest, and I can feel him empty himself inside me. His hand finds mine, and he weaves our fingers together, squeezing firmly, as he comes down to earth.

  While I’m still lying on my side, Tyler lies down behind me. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close.

  He nuzzles against my cheek. “Fucking whiskey.”

  I can hear the smile in his voice.

  “I love whiskey.” Smiling just as Tyler is, I relax into him.

  pronunciation dih-nood

  (v.) to strip or make bare

  Tyler

  I’m not disappointed. Truly is as good as I hoped—inside and out.

  We lie naked in my bed and rest for a little while before she mentions that she hasn’t yet gotten the dinner I promised.

  While she showers, I throw some burgers on the grill and bring her bags in. It’s near midnight, and I’m just waiting for Truly to join me now, so we can eat. A million things are going through my mind. One is, we didn’t use protection—not that we ever have. I’m only hoping we’re on the same terms as we’ve always been. I’m certain she’s on birth control, or she would have stopped me before the damage was done. I’ll address the issue before she leaves. Right now though, I’m going to enjoy the last few hours that I have with her.

  Truly appears from my guest room, wearing black yoga pants and a white tank top. Even with her hair piled on top of her head and no makeup, she’s beautiful.

  “Hey, gorgeous!”

  “Mmm…the food smells amazing. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” I pat the chair next to mine. “Have a seat.”

  For having so many thoughts going through my mind, I can’t seem to put one of them into words, so we eat in silence.

  “Tyler, this is so good.” She’s eaten half of her burger and pushes her plate away. “But I can’t eat another bite.” Placing her hand over her stomach, she pulls her legs to her chest and lays her head back on the chair. “You have a very nice home.”

  “Thank you,”I reply.

  She lifts her head and looks at me. “Is this your ex-wife’s work?” She waves her hand across the dining room to the living room.

  “I’ve been divorced for fifteen years, so no. This isn’t even the house we shared.”

  “Oh. I’m sorry for being nosy.”She crinkles her cute little nose.

  “I’m impressed you even remember.”

  We discussed this years ago. She’s making it a point to keep her distance—maybe not physically, but emotionally.

  “If you’re interested, it was my little sister, Eden, who decorated my house. She cares more about that kind of shit than I do. As long as I have a fridge and a bed, I’m all good.”

  “Speaking of a bed…”

  She stands and takes both our plates into the kitchen while I wait for the rest of that sentence. I’m hoping the second half goes something along the lines of, Let’s get naked and go back to yours.

  She stands with her back against the frame of the large opening between the dining room and kitchen. Rather than giving me her full attention, she’s looking out the back sliding doors. “Your friend at the bar implied that you have quite an active sex life…and we—”

  I interrupt, “She doesn’t know what the hell she’s talking about, Tru. She’s only pissed that she’s not been in my bed.”

  “That’s not really where I was going with it, but I’m pleased to hear that actually.”

  She raises her eyebrows. I know what she’s thinking. Katie’s not exactly the classiest chick in town.

  “Anyway, we didn’t use protection, Tyler.” Her words are clipped, and her tone is serious. She finally looks me in the eyes.

  “Yeah, I’m good. I assume you are as well.”I stand from my seat and walk to her.

  She answers quickly, “I wouldn’t have let it go that far if I weren’t. And I was expecting the same from you.”

  Once I reach her, I place my hands on her hips and press myself against her. “So, we’re all good. Nothing to worry about—except for time.”

  “Time?” She wraps her arms around my neck and rests her head on my shoulder.

  “Not enough of it.”

  I feel her smile against my neck. I wish we had more than a few hours left. This evening has gone too quickly.

  “I’m going to take a quick shower. Would you like to join me?”I ask.

  She chuckles. “I’ve just had mine.”

  “One can never be too clean.”I wink.

  She purses her lips and smiles. “I suppose not. But I’d better get some sleep. I have a long drive in just a matter of hours.”

  I place several kisses along her jaw, hoping she’ll reconsider my offer. “You know where to find me if you change your mind.”

  Whether or not she joins me in the shower is a moot point. We aren’t finished either way.

  As Truly makes her way down the hall to the spare room, I grope her ass. Her giggle is as sweet as it was the last time I heard it. I only hope she’s happy, and someone is making her giggle often.

  We share a good-night kiss, but it feels more like a hello, the kind of kiss that speaks loud and clear. We are finally giving one another a proper hello. She’s not hiding behind sunglasses to avoid me or screaming and calling me names. Just hands finding hot bare skin to caress and struggling to get as close as we possibly can. Lips and tongues licking and sucking ears, necks, and skin.

  I’m not sure why that encounter didn’t end with us in my bed again. I haven’t had nearly enough of her.

  As I’m lying here alone, not able to sleep, I hear the guest room door open, followed by Truly padding down the hallway. I’ve never heard the soft sounds of feet against the hardwood floor in my house. Of all the women I’ve had in my house, I’ve never once noticed this.

  I smile and picture Truly in a T-shirt, tiptoeing down my hallway. A few seconds later, a dim light shines through the cracked door of my bedroom. She must be getting a drink. I decide to take advantage of the opportunity and join her. I walk heavy, so I won’t startle her. When I enter the kitchen, she’s leaning against the counter, drinking a bottle of water. She’s wearing a white T-shirt that hugs her curves and white lace panties. My heart skips a beat, and I’m nearly hard just from the sight of her. She’s so fucking beautiful.

  “I’m sorry I woke you. I can’t sleep.”

  “I wasn’t sleeping.” I stand next to her. “Is everything okay? Do you need anything?”

  “Oh, no. The room is great. Everything’s good. It’s just…not home. I haven’t been sleeping well lately.”

  For the first time, I wonder what her place in New York looks like. “What’s home like? You’ve seen mine. Tell me about yours.”

  She moves toward the living room and then turns
as she answers me, “Home is an apartment in Manhattan. Can we sit down?”

  “Of course.” I follow her into the living room where she curls up on one end of the sofa. I sit at the opposite end and turn toward her. “Manhattan, huh? Do you live alone?” I have so many questions I’d like to ask her, but her body language has made it clear that her personal life isn’t up for discussion.

  “I do.” She slides her foot close to me and then winks as she slides it under my thigh. “Chilly in here.”

  I swear, the things this woman will do to avoid talking. Not skipping a beat, I take her foot in my hands and massage it. I’m not sure I’m any good as a masseur, but she seems to enjoy it, so I continue.

  After a few moments, both of her feet are in my lap, and I’m alternating between rubbing one and then the other. I love the little noises she’s making, but I can think of a better way to please her. If she didn’t look so tired, I’d make a move, so I could add my couch to the list of places I would later look back on with fond memories of this weekend. Instead, I’ll play nice and let her rest.

  After she’s drifted off to sleep, I sit through an entire movie. Then, I gently lift her legs and slip out from under her. I won’t wake her since she’s finally resting well. I’ll just make her comfortable. I retrieve a blanket from the linen closet and cover her. Looking down, I enjoy seeing her so peaceful and unguarded.

  It’s obvious she has a lot to hide. She’s not told me a single thing about her personal life, aside from what city she lives in. Of course, I already knew that she wasn’t married, and I could easily find out where she lives, down to the apartment number. If I wanted to abuse the tools and resources at my disposal, I would already know more about Truly than she knew about herself. Maybe I will dip into her past just a little. I haven’t yet decided. Once she leaves, I’ll have no reason to. But I’ll always wonder what her story is.

  As I’m standing above her, she suddenly sits straight up and gasps. It scares the hell out of me.

  I kneel down, so I’m eye level with her. “Whoa. Are you okay?”

  Genuine fear fills her eyes. “Oh, shit!” She plants her feet on the floor. She buries her face in her hands. “I’m sorry. Ugh…I’m so tired, but I can’t sleep.”She starts crying.

  I’m confused. “You were sleeping just fine when I was sitting with you.”

  Surprised, she looks up at me. “How long did I sleep?”

  “Well, I watched an entire movie, so I guess it was nearly two hours.”

  “Two hours? Really?”

  I nod my head. “You’re trembling. Did I scare you? You had a bad dream, didn’t you?”

  “I don’t know,” she whispers.

  I don’t believe her. She’s obviously distressed.

  I debate on asking her if there’s something going on, if she needs help. Right now, all I want to do is replace her fears with the peacefulness she had just minutes ago. I gather her legs in my arm and lay them back on the couch, and then I cover her.

  She resists me. “It’s no use, Tyler. I think I’m just going to head out. You can give Dara the paperwork for me, right?”

  “Lie down, Tru.” I lift the cover and squeeze in beside her.

  Lying on my side, I face her. She’s suddenly bashful and avoiding eye contact with me again. I take hold of her chin and tip her face toward me.

  “Sleep, Tru.” I softly kiss her on her lips and then let go of her face before placing my arm across her waist.

  Nuzzling against my chest, she relaxes as she sarcastically taunts me, “Are you going to chase my demons away, Tyler?”

  I hear a smart-ass grin in her tone.

  I’d like to put her under me and fuck it right off her pretty face. To my surprise, I’m more concerned that she sleeps before her trip back so that she does not end up in a ditch somewhere between here and New York.

  “I would if you’d let me.”

  Shifting to her side and scooting toward the back of the sofa, she makes room for me to lie on my back. When I do, she lays her head on my shoulder, and her body is against mine. She wraps her arm around my middle and puts her leg between mine.

  In just minutes, we drift off to sleep.

  “Tyler.”

  I wake to someone calling my name.

  “Tyler.”

  Christ, it’s the most annoying voice.

  “Tyler.”

  My eyes open, and the sunlight assaults me. Truly is still asleep on my chest.

  “What?”I shout.

  “Would you like me to come back later?” Sophie says in a timid tone.

  Truly wakes up. Her eyes open, and they lock on the woman standing in my foyer. Her head lifts off my chest, and she turns, glaring at me. Clearly pissed off as all hell, she moves quickly to get up.

  Locking my arms around her waist, I hold her hostage and pull her down, so I can whisper in her ear, “Cleaning lady. Don’t move.”

  Without a single word and no further fight, she lowers her head back down to my chest.

  “Sophie, I’m so sorry. I’m afraid I forgot you were coming today. Could you please return tomorrow?”

  “Of course. I’m sorry to interrupt.” She backs away.

  A moment later, I hear the door close.

  “You’re adorable.” I slide my fingers through Truly’s hair and massage her scalp. “And well rested.” I lift my hips, pressing my morning hard-on into her.

  As she smiles up at me, her hand slowly finds its way to the waistband of my shorts. She dips her fingers under the elastic but no further.

  “You’re a tease,” I whine.

  Shaking her head, she tugs, coaxing me to get rid of them. No words are necessary. While I do as she asked, she does the same with her panties. Once there is no barrier between us, she straddles me, sitting on my thighs.

  She rubs my hard-on against her glistening center. The view is exceptional. She’s wet and ready. I watch as she places one hand on my stomach and lifts herself so that she is hovering above me. Wrapping her other hand around my throbbing cock, she guides me to her hot entrance.

  Holy fucking hell.

  The visual is overwhelming, and I feel surprisingly emotional. Slowly, she lowers herself until she’s taken all I have. She sits still for a moment, makes a sweet O with her lips, and slides her hands from between her legs to her breasts.

  Oh, fuck yeah. I knew she was going to be amazing.

  I place my hands over hers and begin twisting and rolling her nipples between my fingers while she continues her massage. After a few seconds, she returns her hands to my stomach and lifts herself again. With one hand, she reaches between us and strokes my cock up and down, up and down.

  Fuck.

  I can’t take it. I take hold of her hips and slam her down on me.

  She yells in surprise, “Ah!”

  I slam into her, and she yells again.

  I moan and slow my assault. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

  “No. Tyler, please don’t stop.” She rolls her head back. “You feel so good inside me.” She lies down on top of me and speaks with her lips against mine, “Fuck me harder, Tyler.”

  I tightly wrap my arms around her waist and press her ass down as I slam into her hard, just as she asked. She moans and gasps against my mouth, only fueling my desire to please her.

  Again, I force myself deep into her.

  Truly bites down on my lip and digs her nails into my arms. “Right…there. Fuck…yes. Yes!”

  This woman does crazy things to me. I bend my leg at the knee, forcing Truly’s legs farther apart. Slowing my pace, I take my time, milking her sweet pussy for all it’s worth.

  I can feel the beginning spasms of an orgasm, so I stop. I don’t want this to end now…or ever.

  She looks at me, desperate and greedy. “What? Don’t stop,” she pleads.

  “Baby, just slow down a minute.”

  I roll so that she slides off of me and is now pinned between the back of the couch and my body. I hook my arm under her leg
and bring her knee to my chest. When I slide into her, painfully slow this time, it feels different. I have the control, and this angle is incredible.

  Truly feels it, too. She moans, and her eyes close. “Oh…oh.”

  As she moans in pleasure, I feel like a fucking king—her king, if only for one night.

  This is the last time I’ll be inside this beautiful woman, and I’m going to make sure that she leaves here fully satisfied. I don’t move again until her eyes open. When they do, I continue a slow and rhythmic movement that is a wonderful mixture of fucking and making love. I don’t care what it is. All I know is that it feels so goddamn good. It’s so good that we go for longer than I ever have before. I don’t want to stop—ever.

  Eventually, neither of us can fight the mounting tension. My muscles are wound so tight that it’s nearly painful.

  Truly is squirming and digging her nails into my back. “Ah…oh…yeah…Tyler!”

  Her moans are music to my ears.

  I wrap my arms around her, and our slick bodies meld together while we shoot to the stars. The explosion is insanely long and powerful. Neither of us is able to manage a simple kiss, so our open mouths slide over the other’s face and neck as we gasp for every breath.

  With me still inside her, we lie together, holding each other tightly for the longest time, as we float back to earth. I’m painfully aware that I’m going to miss her like crazy when she leaves.

  When her head lifts, I slide my fingers through her long hair.

  “What time is it?” she asks, looking across the room at the clock on the wall. “Nine thirty? What?” She slithers out of my arms and crawls over me, landing on the floor.

  “Ah…Truly!” I whine at the loss of contact.

  Rushing off in the direction of my guest room, she calls out, “I’m sorry!”

  She’s laughing, and I’d like to cry like a bitch because I know our visit is over.

  Slowly, I bring myself upright and sit on the edge of the sofa before snagging my phone from the coffee table. I have several missed calls, one of which is from Dara. Checking my texts, I find the same. Dara’s text is in regard to Truly, questioning her whereabouts. I don’t respond, only because I know Truly wouldn’t appreciate my honest answer, and Dara knows damn well where she is.