by M. Skye
Dancing his fingers around inside her, he felt the wetness and almost came right there. The liquor in his system made him extra sensitive and, coincidentally, harder than he had ever been in his life. Pressing himself against her back, he felt when she shivered. Moving his mouth from her neck to her ear, he whispered and felt when her eyes begin to flutter. “Wake up, baby.”
She let out a deep moan and gripped the sheets as he continued to rub vigorously away at her clit. “Ty, why . . .”
He could tell she smelled the liquor in the air, and she tried to flip over to look at him. Before she could move, he pushed her arms up and pushed inside her hard and fast.
“Wait.” She pushed herself up, and he slammed into her, making her fall back to the bed.
“No talking, no moving. I just want to fuck you. Just let me fuck you, baby.”
“What’s wrong with . . . Uuhh, God.” She braced herself against the headboard as he pushed himself into a flurry of hard thrusts. Tyree grabbed her hips and held her still while he continued to push into her hard and fast. Smacking her from behind, he heard her moan again, and he felt himself growing more excited. He squeezed her soft ass and dug his fingers into her skin. She had her hands planted against the headboard, pushing back because with each new thrust he pushed her closer. He was slamming into her with reckless abandon, watching her body spasm with each thrust.
Tyree was out of control. He was doing things he had never done to her, but he could tell she was enjoying it. His touches were rough, his kisses sloppy, but all he tasted was lust spilling from his drunken pores. The alcohol in his system fueled his intense hunger for her, and he pushed harder. He knew the initial shock threw her off, but now she was cooperating, and he felt her muscles relax, allowing him a better angle. She was into it. He could tell by the way she arched her back slightly, enabling him to reach a spot that he hadn’t touched in a very long time.
“Fuck, Mia, damn.”
She giggled at him, and he knew it was because of the colorful language he was using. He knew it was the liquor affecting his brain, but he couldn’t control the statements falling from his lips. He felt like he was a little too rough, but he couldn’t help himself. The way she responded to his actions pushed him further into the intensity clouding their encounter.
Letting go of her hips, he grabbed the back of her head, twisted it to him, and latched his lips onto hers. He muffled the screams that formed when he lunged harder against her. Her eyes were fluttering, and when he hit a particular spot, he felt her walls clamp down and melt around him. He had never had such a rush from being with her, but he still hadn’t come.
Pulling himself out of her and flipping her on her back, he felt her hands rubbing gentle circles around his back. When his tongue started a slow creep down her body, from her neck, between the creases of her breasts, and farther to the juncture where her stomach and hips formed, he felt a twitch. Her body was so sensitized, and when he kissed the inside of her thigh, she screamed his name, causing it to echo in his intoxicated head. He kissed his way to her center and stopped, doing a slow, lingering lick across her folds. In an instant, her nails were on his shoulders, and she pushed him harder against her.
“Fuck, uuhh, Ty, dammit.”
He continued to run his tongue over her, gripping her thighs to pull them farther apart. “Cum for me, baby.” The vibrations of his tongue as he spoke caused her flesh to convulse, and she gripped her hands in the sheets balled up next to her head. She came hard for the second time that night, and he wasn’t sure if her body could take any more, but he still hadn’t climaxed. Her gasps and moans gave him the motivation he needed to finish himself off.
Pulling himself up and wrapping her legs around his waist, he pushed back inside her and took in her shallow breathing with his mouth. He grabbed her hand and intertwined their fingers, pushing their hands above her head just as he hiked her legs up with his hips. The new position allowed for farther penetration, and he saw the shock on her face when he plunged deeper. Her breath caught in her chest, and he smiled before dipping his mouth to her ear.
Capturing her ear between his teeth, he nibbled gently and sucked lightly. “Cum again, baby.” He saw her take a deep breath and bite down on her bottom lip.
“What are you doing to me? Uuhh, Ty, I’m . . .”
“Cum, baby.” He pushed himself deeper and clutched her hand tighter, moaning against her neck. “Mmmh, baby.” He pushed his hips against her and heard the scream she let out. Her nails dug into his hand, and he erupted inside her. Still riding the feeling of ecstasy, he continued light strokes until all of his energy was drained. Rolling to his side, he closed his eyes. He didn’t even reach for her this time. Instead, he drifted into a deep slumber.
Not sure what had just happened, Mia clutched the sheet to her sweaty chest. Her husband had come home, clearly drunk, and fucked her brains out. Not that the sex was bad, because it was incredible, but he had never been as detached as he was just then. They had always had this joke about sex, and he always said he always made love to her, never just sex. Well, this was anything but making love. He had actually come home and demanded that she let him fuck her. It was strange.
Never in the fifteen years of them being together had he ever used the word “fuck” with regard to their lovemaking. Never was he that rough, and he would have never finished and rolled to the side without so much as an “I love you.” This man lying beside her was not the man she had always known. Something was wrong. His touches were off. His kisses weren’t the same. She couldn’t figure out what had changed between the morning and now, but she felt empty. She felt used. There he was lying there asleep without even trying to cuddle. She watched him for what seemed like hours, and just as the tears started to appear in her eyes, she felt his stare on her.
“Come here.”
She laid her head on his chest, and he ran his hand down her back. He must have felt the tears on his chest because he swiped his thumb across her cheek and held her tighter. “Why are you crying?”
“What just happened?”
“Baby, I think you know what just happened,” he chuckled, but she wasn’t amused. “Come on, don’t be that way.”
“What’s going on with you? Why were you drinking?”
“Kitten, it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
She sat up and looked down into his eyes. “You only drink when it’s something you can’t. Tell me what’s wrong. We’re supposed to be able to come to each other.”
Tyree sighed and sat up with her. “Terence came to see me. He said something that upset me.”
“So, you had a fight with Terence. You two disagree and make up all the time. I’m sure it will be fine by the morning. Just give him time, and you take time to cool off.”
“It’s not that simple. Do you know what he said to me?”
Mia swallowed hard and hoped he hadn’t said what she thought he did. “What did he say?”
“You know what? It’s nothing. It was something stupid. I shouldn’t have gotten all worked up.”
Mia drew in a deep breath and shook her head. “No, it’s something. You’re all stressed out.” The look on his face caused her to sit back. “Ty?” He looked her in the eyes, and she put her hand over her mouth. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”
“Mia, please drop it, okay?”
Mia ran her hand over his face and forced him to look at her. “What is it, Ty? I deserve to know.” She knew she had no right to sit there acting self-righteous, but she wanted to know what could have made him come in and behave the way he just had. She cast her eyes down for a second and then she saw it: his hand was scraped and swollen. “What happened to you?”
He shrugged, and Mia shook her head in protest. “No. You don’t get to come in here all drunk and beaten up and fuck me all over this bed and pretend like nothing happened.”
Tyree sat up, and she saw him let out a tired sigh. “Look, I had a long day, and I wanted a drink. I went to the bar and had a fe
w too many.”
“And your hand?”
“I hit a wall, Mia. Is this an interrogation?”
“Hell yes, it is. When you come in here smelling like a brewery and screw me like some ho on the street, yes, I have questions.”
“Maybe I just wanted a hard fuck, Mia, and I didn’t hear you complaining. Sometimes I just want a good, hard nut. Be glad I came home to get it.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means I got drunk, I had a bad day, and all I needed was my wife to fuck me like a wife is supposed to and not give me all this shit about it. Most dudes wouldn’t give a damn, but I do. Yes, I got drunk, but I came home to you. I’m loyal to you.”
“You watch your mouth. Yes, you’re right I’m supposed to screw you, and I do that very well, I might add. What you’re not going to do is come in here and treat me like some cheap piece of ass.”
“Oh, because I forgot, your expensive ass sure cost me a hell of a lot.” Before he could open his mouth again, her hand flew up, smacking him hard.
“Fuck you! I’m supposed to be happy that you came home and treated me like a ho? I don’t cost you shit. I have my own things. Material things don’t mean shit to me.”
“So you can have meetings with that bastard, but I can’t have a drink and sex with my damn wife?”
Mia swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “I called you, and you said it was fine. I haven’t even gone yet, but if it bothers you that much, then I won’t. I just think it’s really petty for you to act like this because of him.”
She saw the realization hit him, and he reached for her. It was as if he sobered up at that moment and realized all he had said to her. She turned her back to him, and he leaned over, putting his chin on her shoulder. “I’m always messing up here lately. I don’t know how to deal with this. I know you’re tired of hearing it, but I’m sorry.”
“Stop being sorry. Just stop doing it.”
“I had a bad day. There was no excuse.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “You’re forgiven, again.”
“Why do you keep doing that?”
“What?” She turned and saw him hanging his head.
“Why do you keep forgiving me? Why are you letting me treat you like shit and turning the other cheek? Why haven’t you left me?”
“Because you’re my husband. I promised you forever, and this time, I mean it. I love you so much. I wish you could see that.”
“I know you do. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Maybe I’m pushing because I don’t want to wake up one day and not see it coming when you leave me.”
In his alcoholic haze, he admitted his real feelings, and she couldn’t help the guilt she felt. “I’m not leaving. You can act like as much of an ass as you want, but I can’t leave. I was miserable without you. You may be pissing me off lately, but you also make me the happiest I’ve ever been. I know how much you’ve sacrificed for me and our son, and I wouldn’t let a few harsh words cloud that.” She kissed the side of his mouth, and he gently ran his hand through her hair, pulling her head closer. She fell into his sweet kisses until she was out of breath and pushed back.
“Too much?”
“No.” Her eyes fluttered, and she had to fight down a blush. As angry as she had been just then, her center was beginning to throb with need. How she let him make her feel like a sex-crazed teenager every time he touched her, she would never know. Leaning back to catch her breath, she laid her head on the pillow before her. Feeling him slide against her and pull her into his arms, she let out a disappointed sigh.
“What is it?” he whispered in her ear as he nibbled on it gently.
“Nothing.”
“You sound upset. You still mad at me?”
“It’s just when you came in here, you weren’t yourself. I understand you were upset, but I don’t like you drinking. It makes me nervous. You’re not you when you drink.”
Tyree sat up as if having an epiphany. He exhaled. “Damn, did I hurt you? Was I too rough?”
“You didn’t hurt me.”
“Maybe not physically, but what’s wrong?”
“You’re snapping at me all the time and . . .” She paused, and he rubbed her shoulders. “You never turn away from me, but this time you just rolled over. It made me feel cheap and used. I’ve never felt that with you. You usually take the time to make me feel special, wanted.”
“I’m sorry, kitten. I never meant . . .” He looked away, and she slid her cheek down into his palm. “Look, I’m not perfect, I don’t pretend to be, but I need to do better. I know I’ve been all over the place and you don’t deserve it. I told you I forgave you before, but it was a lie.” She ducked her head, and he pulled her back. “Until now. I know what you had to have been going through when I was gone, and I’m never going to be okay with it, but at least I can treat you the way you deserve. As a man, as your man, if I couldn’t accept that you have flaws, then I shouldn’t have made this commitment. I guess what I’m trying to say is I finally forgive you, for real this time.”
“Ty, you can’t just say it. You have to mean it, because if it’s going to keep causing problems, then I don’t know where we go from here.”
“We go nowhere unless it’s together. I’m tired of fighting. I’m sick of running. I just want you, and if you can forgive me for being an ass, all I want to do is love you.”
Mia exhaled, and the tears wetting her eyes descended her cheeks.
“We have a life, a family, and I’ve never wanted that with anyone but you.”
“I don’t want you to say this and then tomorrow feel like you don’t mean it. Our son is noticing the tension between us, and I never want him to feel like his home isn’t happy. I had enough of that growing up, and it’s something I never want for him.”
“I don’t want that either, but us not being together isn’t an option. I won’t let you go.”
She didn’t answer him. Instead, she spread her arms out and wrapped them around his neck. Soon, they were both headed toward a peaceful sleep. Twenty minutes passed, and all that was heard was the humming of the air conditioner until Tyree’s cell phone started buzzing. Mia was the first to hear it, and when she looked over to see that it was two in the morning, she sat up and snatched it from the desk. When she looked down and saw it was Whitney calling, something bubbled up in her chest. A sudden tightness was present when she answered. She opened her mouth to talk to her niece, but was cut off by the shrieks on the other end of the phone.
Tyree sat up suddenly when he heard the raised voices, and he leaned over Mia’s shoulder. Tyree was watching her intently when she hit the END button and dropped the phone on the bed. She was shaking, she felt numb, and when he placed his hand on her face, she turned to him with tears rolling down her cheeks.
“What’s wrong, Mia? What happened?”
“It’s Jude. We need to get over to their house. Get . . . get dressed.” She jumped from the bed, and he followed, trying to slow her movements.
“What happened?”
She wouldn’t face him. She kept reaching for her clothes.
“Mia!”
“Tyree, get dressed! We have to go.”
“What the hell is going on?”
“Jude’s dead. Whitney just found him dead in their living room. He was beaten to death.” The words left her mouth, and she felt darkness overtake her. Tyree raced to catch her, and they both slid down to the floor. She wasn’t all the way out. It was more like a daze as she just sat quietly trying to take it all in. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t push the sound of Whitney’s screams out of her head. She knew they were going to haunt her for a long time to come.
Chapter Seventeen
There were people everywhere by the time Mia and Tyree arrived at the house. They got out of their car and found Whitney on the lawn with Cassandra and Rick. They were all looking at the front door that was wide open, with people coming in and out. As they approached, Mia slid her hand into T
yree’s, and he held it tightly. Cassandra was the first to notice them, and she turned, throwing her arms around Mia.
“What happened?” Mia asked through the tight embrace Cassandra had her wrapped in.
“Whitney came downstairs and caught the end of the fight. The bastard ran out when she showed up. He beat him so severely he is hardly recognizable.”
“Who would do this to Jude? He doesn’t have any enemies. He isn’t even from here.” Mia sniffled. “I can’t believe this.”
Rick walked around to stand next to his sister and wrapped his arms around her. “They think it was an attempted home invasion.”
“Did they take anything?”
“No,” Whitney said in a shaky tone. “And I think we all know what happened here. When people die around us, we know who did it. The same bastard who always does it!” Whitney walked over and sat in her father’s car while the rest just stood quietly. There was an awkward silence among them until Tyree finally spoke up.
“You don’t think . . . I mean, it’s possible, but what would he have to gain from killing Jude? If he was going to go after anyone, let’s face it, it would be one of us standing here. Jude wasn’t a threat.”
“Whitney is,” Cassandra said quietly. “This probably wasn’t about Jude. I think he may have taken the beating meant for my daughter. She’s a part of this world now, and she is a target for Richmond. He wants us all dead because we took everything from him. He wants his whole family eradicated.”
