Truly Mine (18 page)

“I find that hard to believe. Your house is spotless.” She hangs her head as she unfastens her bracelet.

“Exactly why I liked having your pretty things there. They add some much-needed character.”

She laughs and shakes her head. “Why do you try to make me feel better when I don’t deserve it?”

She appears so tired all of a sudden. Not tired as in,
I’ve had a long day
, but tired emotionally and mentally. She’s mentioned several times that she hasn’t been sleeping well. Now, I wonder if that has anything to do with Scott.

“Truly, you do deserve to be happy. Very happy.” I lean forward and take her face in my hands, forcing her to look at me. “You know that, right?”

“Tyler, I love being with you. You almost make me believe that.” She nuzzles her face into my palm, closing her eyes.

“You worry me, girl.” I lean in and softly kiss her lips. I want to end this conversation…for now. “Come on, let’s get in the shower and relax.”

A slow grin takes over her face, and her sleepy eyes turn needy. “Mmhmm…I’d love to.”

We stand together. She takes two of my fingers and leads me to the bathroom.

Upon entering, I see the same theme carried over from the rest of the house. The counter is covered with cosmetics and beauty products. I see a bottle of perfume, identical to the one in my desk drawer. As Truly turns the shower on, I pick it up and sniff the fragrance that I’ve grown to know so well. She turns, and our eyes meet in the mirror.

She shrugs out of her shirt, letting it fall to the floor. “You like?”

I turn to face her. Lifting her chin, I’m met with her big brown eyes. I brush my cheek against hers and then whisper in her ear, “I love.” Dipping my head, I kiss her bare shoulder. “I fucking love.”

Suddenly and forcefully, she grabs my head, tangling her fingers in my hair. Finding my lips with her own, she kisses me deep and frantically, as if she has only a moment to express her feelings. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her as close as I can. She’s fighting me as much as she’s giving herself to me.

She takes the hem of my T-shirt and pulls it as far up as she can reach. I step back and bend forward, so she can pull it over my head. As soon as my shirt is off, she focuses on my belt buckle. Quickly, it’s unfastened, followed by the button on my jeans.

When she slides my zipper down, I let out a slight moan. I’ve spent nearly all day with a hard-on that’s been confined in these pants. One release today has not been enough, considering the amount of time I’ve spent aroused. Once freed, Truly pushes my boxers down, and I step out of them, leaving me standing naked in front of her. She reaches forward, taking my cock in her hand. I suck in a sharp breath. Her hands always feel so good wrapped around me.

She licks her lips as she watches herself stroke me. She’s lost in her own head. I fight the urge to pull her close. I want to be inside her.

She shakes her head and whispers, “Don’t come.”

She’s fucking with me. I don’t know what she gets out of this. Truly has always required a certain amount of pain to accompany her pleasure.

Using both hands, she strokes me up and down, stopping to trace the tip of my cock to use the drops of pre-cum to lubricate her hand. I’m finding it hard to hold back. She speeds up. My breathing does, too.

“Truly.”

Her eyes meet mine.

“I need you now.”

I grab her arms to turn her so that I can fuck her from behind, but she immediately drops to her knees and pulls her bra off.

“Right here.” She lays a hand over her chest. “Come right here, Tyler.”

I don’t know what’s going on in that melodramatic mind of hers, and I’m in no condition to analyze it. What I do know is that she wants to be mine tonight. All mine.

So, I take hold of myself, and I lay claim to her.

After a long shower, we’re lying in Truly’s bed. Not a word has been mentioned about any of the events today that still need to be discussed.I’m perfectly fine with leaving it for later. I want to enjoy every minute I have with her.

Truly’s bed is huge and fluffy and girlie. At least a dozen red-and-black lacey ruffly pillows surround us.

We lie naked, facing each other, and talk with only a candle offering a dim flickering of light.

“I met her while I was away at school. We were together one time,” I continue on, telling her the story of how Rion came to be.

She’s relieved to hear that his mother is no one she knows.

“Can I see a picture of him?”

“Sure.” I crawl out of bed to retrieve my phone from my jeans that are still in the bathroom.

While in the bathroom, I take care of other business and then return to Truly’s bedroom to the most lovely sight. Truly is standing in her doorway, wearing a black satin corset with red trim and matching panties. There are several strands of pearls around her neck.She looks stunning, like the perfect mix of devil and angel. And she is just that. If I’m to guess, red and black are her favorite colors since she’s wearing them, and they’re splashed throughout her house. I take a mental note to buy her lots of red and black things in the future.

“This was supposed to happen earlier…” She trails off.

“You’re beautiful, Truly.” I let my eyes roam over her before I close the space between us. “Absolutely beautiful.”

Tossing my phone on a bookshelf as I pass by, I take in the sight before me. This is the first time I’ve seen Truly in lingerie. My stomach feels the same as it did the first time I was alone with her, the first time I touched her and knew I’d never get enough of this woman. Twenty years later, and I still want to cherish every inch of her body. I would gladly fall to my knees and profess my undying love to her in this moment, but that’s not how Truly feels loved.

When I reach her, I take her face in my hands and slide them into her hair. She leans in to kiss me, and I pull her back by the two handfuls of hair I have. I’m rewarded with big eyes that have gone a few shades darker and full lips that part. I back her up to the end of her bed and force her down. She sits with her palms on her thighs. I lean down and slide my hand between her legs. Yes, she’s enjoying this.

“You’re wet for me.”

“Always, Tyler,” she confirms.

I take hold of the pearls around her neck and pull her forward, so our lips touch. I don’t kiss her, and she doesn’t kiss me. Truly is most content when she’s restraining from what she wants. I pull one of the pearl necklaces over her head and then gather both her hands in mine. She watches as I drop to my knees, tie her hands together, and then lay them back in her lap.

Placing my hand on her chest, I push her back so that she’s lying on the bed. I extend her leg and place it over my shoulder. Beginning at the apex of her thighs, I slowly kiss and lick my way down her toned long leg. When I’m done with one leg, I lift her other and repeat the process. By the time I’m finished, she’s squirming impatiently.

I stand and look down at her. I love the sight.

Gripping the pearl strands holding her hands together, I pull her to a sitting position. Her head down, she doesn’t even try to look up at me. I want to pull her face up, force her to look at me.

Next, she would expect me to grab a handful of the hair on the back of her head and shove my cock in her mouth before forcing her to take me so deep that she’d gag. While I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t enjoyed this in the past, it’s not what I want tonight. I wish she didn’t need it. I want to please her. I want to give her what she needs.

Instead, I lower my head and bury my nose in her silky hair as I whisper in her ear, “Baby, I don’t want to play this game tonight. I want to make love to you.” I take hold of her face, forcing her lips to mine. “Let me make love to you.”

She opens her eyes, and a single tear falls down her cheek.

“What’s wrong, Tru?”

“Nothing’s wrong. Make love to me, Ty. I need you so badly.”

Of all the times we’ve been together, I can think of only one other time it was like this. Nothing but utterly tender lovemaking, flawless and full of emotion. It was the first time I was ever with her. It wasn’t meaningless sex, and I knew it, even as young as I was. I loved every minute of it. And it kept me begging for more for years to come.

I feel Truly’s emotions with every moan and every gasp. She looks deep in my eyes. She lies there, bared to me, not hiding her face or her body as she presses against me, and her hands reach out for me the entire time.

The things she will never say are understood loud and clear. I’d love nothing more than to hear the words come out of her mouth, but actions don’t lie. She loves me, too.

We awake in the morning, tangled beautifully together. I would be happy to wake up this way every morning.

Truly’s head is lying on my chest, her arm is draped across my waist, and her legs are wound with mine. The blanket is covering only our bottom halves. My stomach does a somersault as I take in her beautiful body pressed against mine.

I feel like the luckiest man in the world right now.I need to get up to use the bathroom, but I decide to enjoy her soft skin against mine for as long as I can. I lift a strand of her hair and let it fall through my fingers. I slide my hand across the smooth skin of her back, causing her to stir.

“Good morning, babe.”

She turns her face into my chest, smiling shyly.

“Sleep well?” I whisper.

“Mmhmm.” She presses her lips together tight and scurries out of the bed and into the bathroom.

I roll over onto my side and enjoy the sight of Truly brushing her teeth while she’s naked. Crazy messy hair is all she wears. For a moment, I let the thought of leaving her tomorrow enter my mind, and it’s a punch in the gut. I physically shudder and then push the thought out of my mind. I have an entire day and night left, and I intend to make them count.

“What’s on the agenda today?” I have my head propped on my hand, still lying in bed.

“You’re calling the shots. Whatever you want to do is fine by me,” she says with a mouthful of toothpaste.

“Hmm…do you think Lissa and Ellis and Marie could join us?” I roll out of bed to locate my phone.

I find it on the bookshelf where I left it last night. Another messy bookshelf. As I’m reading the titles, she appears in front of me, wrapped in a large red cotton bathrobe.

She wraps her arms around my neck and softly kisses me. “I could ask them. What do you have in mind?”

I tug on the belt of her robe so that it falls open, and then I slide my hands along her hips, pulling her flush against me. “It’s a surprise. I’ll know more in a few minutes.” I kiss her back.

“I’ll make some coffee while you figure out what’s going on.”She steps back and then heads toward the kitchen.

I slide my jeans on and check out the details for today’s plans. Once I’ve found times and availability information, I join Truly in the kitchen. “Could you ask them if they could be here and ready for a driver to pick us up at ten?”

She pushes her jewelry aside to make room for my cup of coffee on the table. “Take us where?”

“It’s a surprise, so don’t ask me,” I order. I sit down and take a sip of my coffee.

“Okay. I’ll call them now.” She leaves the room for a moment.

When she returns, she’s mid conversation with one of the girls. As she explains my request, I only hope they’ll enjoy what I have planned.