He covered her mouth and kissed her deeply as her nostrils filled with smoke and burnt wood. He carried her into the bathroom and as he released her lips, he slowly lowered her feet to the tile floor.
“Undress me.”
She reached for his shirt and helped him remove it. She pressed her hands against his muscular chest and then leaned forward to kiss his skin.
“Pants.” He interrupted her pleasure in kissing him. He liked being in charge, but when would she get to savor in enjoying his body?
She undid the button and lowered his pants to the floor. He kicked off his boxers then walked her backward toward the shower. When he didn’t move to turn on the water, she did it for them. She stared up into his eyes. He looked so tired and upset. Something was really bothering him.
“Tyler, what’s wrong?” He shook his head and stepped into the large shower, reaching a hand out to her, so she joined him under the hot spray of water.
“Wash me.”
She reached for the soap and began to lather it up in her hands. She was shaking. She’d never showered wit
h a man before or washed him. She would get the chance to touch every part of him, and some more than others. She began to run her hands along his chest then upper arms. She reached around and caressed his back then brought the soap around to lather it better. She reached for his cock and began to wash it thoroughly. He closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure. This made her so very happy. Then he stepped under the water and cleaned off the soap. A moment later he lifted her up and spread her to his liking.
“Are you on birth control?”
“No.”
“We need to do something about that. I want you when I want you and I don’t want to worry about condoms. You belong to me now, and this is my pussy.” He pressed his cock into her pussy. She gripped his shoulders as he began a series of slow, deep thrusts into her. Her breasts rocked against his chest, and he increased his speed. She could see the veins by the side of his head pulsating. He wanted to go harder faster but was holding back. Was that for her? He needed this. She felt it with her entire being, and she would do anything for him and Matt.
“Harder, Tyler. I need you to fuck me.”
His eyes opened wide at her words, and at first he seemed angry, but then he gripped her hips and he thrust against her, stroking her pussy with his cock so deeply and quickly that she was losing her breath with every stroke.
“Fuck, Paula. Come with me, baby. Come with me now!” he yelled against her shoulder then shoved her hard against the wall. He pulled out and squeezed her tight. She exploded with him then held him against her, his face wedged snuggly against her neck. She could feel him breathing heavily, and her legs were shaking against his sides.
“So fucking sweet. You’re mine, baby, forever.”
His words hit her hard, and she felt panicky and ready to cry. Did he mean it or were they just words said in the heat of passion?
As he lowered her feet gently to the tile floor, he reached for a bottle and began to wash her hair with the shampoo and tenderly care for her. When he was finished, she washed him and then they rinsed and exited the shower together. He covered her with a towel first and then himself.
Matt stood in the doorway.
“I’m starving and I can’t wait any longer for you two,” he stated with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
She giggled and Tyler walked into the bedroom.
“Just let me grab a change of clothes. I have to head back in a couple of hours.”
“I need to go to work, too,” she stated as she walked toward her duffel bag.
“Oh no, you’re not,” Matt said loudly, and she turned toward him. Both Matt and Tyler looked at her.
“I have to go to work. It’s my responsibility and source of income.”
“You are not going back there. Not until this asshole is caught,” Tyler yelled, and even Matt looked stunned by his brother’s tone.
“The club is my business, too, Matt. I am part owner of Dixie Chix like my other friends. I need to go back to work, and I need to go back home, too.” She turned away from them until she felt Tyler’s hand on her arm turn her toward him.
“You are not going into work tonight. Your friends do not expect you there.”
“That’s not your call to make. It’s mine.”
“No, you’re wrong. It is my call to make,” Tyler stated.