Even Rhythm (Offbeat #2)

by S. Moose

  “Take this, baby,” I whisper and see her swallow. “Good girl, angel.” I kiss the side of her head and give her water.

  Taking out my phone to check out the news or something to keep me awake, I go through Facebook and Instagram. Not realizing how much time has passed, I check on Bayleigh and her body feels cooler. Letting out a sigh, I decide to stay over and make sure she’s okay.

  Tyler

  I DIDN’T HEAR from Bayleigh when I left the next morning. She smiled and thanked me for staying with her. I felt like she wanted me to leave so I did. I kept busy at the gym and work. I’m not going to let this get to my head.

  Walking into Damon’s building, I see Seth and Bayleigh privately talking. Serena looks at them too and tells me to ignore it.

  “No. I’m going to wait here for her.”

  She sighs, “Okay. I’ll see you up there.”

  I watch as Seth touches her hand and my blood boils. I can’t tell if she’s smiling or what. When she turns around and sees me, her wide eyes of surprise piss me off. Maybe I shouldn’t say anything. Maybe I shouldn’t let her know that scene in front of me hurts. I don’t want to be possessive or jealous.

  “Hey, Ty. What are you doing here?”

  “We have a meeting Damon requested. Is everything okay?” I calmly ask. She nervously shifts her feet. Why is she nervous? What the hell is going on with her? It’s been almost a month since I’ve come home and we’re not making much progress.

  “Yeah, everything’s fine,” she smiles. “Thank you again for taking care of me. I owe you.” She looks over and sees Serena with Seth as they wait for the elevator. Her body tenses and there’s hurt in her eyes.

  “You don’t owe me anything. I want to take care of you, baby.” I shake my head. I could be an asshole and tell her she owes me dinner or a date. I can see in her eyes that she’s confused and hurt. If Serena is causing this rift between us, then I’ll fix it. She knows I’m only her friend. Fuck, she’s dating my best friend.

  Standing before her, so close to her, and not touching her, is driving me crazy. My fingers lightly touch her cheeks down to her lips. I feel the tremble underneath and smile. My touch affects her.

  “Bay,” I said and lean in closer, kissing her cheek. “Just want you to know how beautiful you look right now.”

  She lifts her eyes to mine and the glossy look is killing me. The desire is spilling out and I need a taste. I need something. Taking her hand, I rush to the nearest bathroom. She doesn’t reject me.

  Finding one in the corner of the building in the lobby, I walk in and close the door. Locking the door, I turn to face her. Stepping closer, I watch her chest rising and falling.

  “Tyler.”

  When I get close enough, I place my hands on her face and bring her lips to mine. She doesn’t push me away and her hands wrap around my waist. My hands move down her face and pick her up to sit on the counter. The little moans are driving me crazy. Today she’s wearing a black skirt with a loose button down shirt. Sliding my hand along her calves and thighs, I wait for her to say stop. I inch closer to her sex and don’t hear her reject the idea. Removing my lips from hers, I kiss her neck and use my other hand to unbutton her shirt. Her cleavage is in my face and fuck, her boobs look bigger.

  “Fuck, Bay,” I mutter and kiss her chest, feeling her hands in my hair.

  “Oh yes, Tyler. Yes.”

  If I’m dreaming, I’m going to be pissed. This is the sweetest torture and all I want is her and to feel everything she wants to give me. It feels real. She’s sitting before me and I’m touching her.

  “Do you like my lips on you, baby?”

  “Yes,” she whispers. “Very much so.”

  “Do you need some relief?” She moans and I take that as a yes. Sliding my fingers into her wet pussy, I watch her throw her head back and moan in ecstasy.

  I’m going to blow a load in my pants. Holy shit, this is beyond sexy. Pumping my fingers faster, her pussy tightens. Her head is resting on my shoulder, as she’s panting and wanting more. Giving her what she wants, I feel her teeth biting my shoulders and hear her release.

  “Wow,” she mutters, “Wow.”

  Sliding my fingers, out I bring them to my lips and she watches me with heated fascination.

  “You taste so good, Bay.”

  “We should probably get going.” She looks away and straightens out her clothes. I help her down and kiss her again. She’s not leaving until she knows we both wanted this.

  “Please don’t regret this.”

  “I don’t,” she smiles and kisses me again. “I promise.”

  I can fuck every woman on the planet and still no one will compare to her. I’ve tasted her, felt her, and seen the looks of pleasure on her face. No one else gets me like she does. It’s never like this with anyone else. She’s the best. I’m looking at her and trying to find an answer, but coming up empty.

  “Go ahead and I’ll meet you.”

  “Are you sure?” she asks.

  “Yeah,” I nod and watch her leave.

  Slamming my fists against the counter, I let out a frustrated groan, muttering a string of curse words. Even though she’s telling me she doesn’t regret it, maybe she’s sparing my feelings. I don’t know what she’s thinking. Everything felt right. She wanted it just like I did.

  The timeline of our love story is beyond fucked up.

  Breaking up with me.

  Pushing me out of her life.

  Falling for Ryan.

  Pushing me out of her life again.

  This should give me reason to leave.

  But I don’t.

  Things may not always go the way we want, and that’s okay. The look in her eyes, when she looked at me while I finger fucked her is all I need to know that she wants me. Sure we were both horny as hell, but I didn’t mix desire and love.

  Bayleigh

  I HAVE ISSUES. That’s the only thing that makes sense in my head. Why would I let that happen?

  Sitting in the conference room, trying hard to take notes and make suggestions to give to Damon later, is beyond hard.

  No, I take that back. It’s impossible.

  He’s watching me with sex eyes and all I can think about are his fingers and the way he took my body from level one to level I can’t even. Then the way he licked his fingers.

  Is it hot in here?

  “Bayleigh, make sure you get that down?”

  “Yep,” I answer. “Got it.”

  I have to pull myself together before I do something else without thinking. These damn hormones are making me beyond horny and I needed that relief like there’s no tomorrow. I have to learn how to control myself around Tyler.

  After the meeting, I rush out before Tyler can say anything to me. Sitting down at my desk, I rub my face and start my email to Damon.

  Mandy walks in with a smile on her face and sits down. “So why were you late to the meeting?”

  “Oh you know,” I wave her off and focus on the computer.

  “No I don’t know, so why don’t you tell me.”

  “I ah, well you see.”

  “Oh my God Bayleigh Renee Murphy, did you do something naughty?” I nod my head. “How naughty?”

  “He fingered me in the bathroom,” I cover my face. “Mandy it was like,” I raise my hands in the air and flair out my fingers like an explosion. “It was like Niagara Falls in my vajayjay. If I could have jumped on him and fucked him, I would have.”

  Mandy fans herself. “Oh my, well you do know that being pregnant makes you horny.” She smirks. “I mean, you haven’t had sex in a while.” She leans in closer, “And have you seen your man in a suit?”

  “He’s not my man.”

  “Oh but he is, sweetie. Seriously, Tyler’s always been hot, but damn he’s like panty dropping hot in a suit with his muscles.”

  “Thank you, I’m horny again,” I laugh and Mandy joins.

  This will be fine. I can be around Tyler and we’ll be fine. Today we got caught
up in the heat of things and my hormones won.

  Around five, I pack my things and head home. I need a cup of tea, my Kindle and a blanket. So glad today’s over and I can relax.

  Pulling into my parking spot, I get out of the car and head inside. Walking in, I smell something cooking. The hairs on my neck stand. Who the hell is in my apartment?

  Slowly backing away, I try to grab the doorknob. Before I can bolt out, I see Tyler poking his head out with a smile on his face.

  “Welcome home, Bay.”

  “Ah, hi?” I walk in, put my things down and head to the kitchen. “What are you doing here?”

  I know he has the key to my apartment and that’s okay. I’m not sure how I feel about him standing in my kitchen making dinner though. This feels too real. It feels like we’re back together and I’m not sure we’re ready for that.

  Not yet.

  “Making dinner for my favorite girl.” I blush, reaching up to grab plates, and trying to stay busy. I can feel his eyes on me and it’s nearly making me weak in the knees. How am I supposed to be okay knowing he’s here in my apartment looking like that?

  “Okay well, give me a minute so I can change.”

  “Sure,” he answers and watches me walk out.

  Muttering a few curse words, I change out of my clothes and dig around for shorts and a shirt.

  “Damn, you’re fucking beautiful.” I turn around and see Tyler standing in the doorway. He seductively walks in and my breathing hits the roof.

  His hand brushes over my skin and the heat from his body reaches mine. Being so close to him is making me shiver and driving me wild. I need to tell him to go. He can’t be in my room while I’m standing in my bra and panties.

  “So beautiful.” His lips touch my shoulder, causing me to drop my clothes and wrap my arms around his shoulders. He’s taking all my willpower.

  Damn you, Tyler.

  My head falls back, giving him more room so I can feel his lips on me. His hands move up my sides, to my breasts, holding and rubbing.

  “Ahh,” I let out, quickly taking off my bra so I can feel his hands on me.

  I want him so bad. Screw everything I said. Pulling him over to my bed, I fall down, looking into his eyes, hoping he’ll give me what I need.

  “Tell me you want me,” he says, slowly taking off his shirt.

  “I want you.”

  Soon his clothes are off, except his boxer briefs, and he’s hovering over me, giving my body what I need. Sliding his tongue down and pulling down my panties, he lifts my legs and spreads them wide.

  “You’re so wet,” he tells me and slides his tongue over my clit, causing my back to raise from the bed. “So good.”

  His hungry tongue drinks my wetness. It feels so good. Sucking, licking and giving me what I need. Tyler’s eyes meet mine. I can’t explain how sexy it is to watch him lick and suck me.

  “Your pussy will always be mine.” His words send me to the edge and I lock my thighs on his head. This makes me crazy and he slides his tongue in and out of my pussy. With another flick of his tongue, I come again. “Mine,” he mumbles between sucking, “Always mine. You’re my forever.”

  At this point he can ask me to marry him and I’ll say yes.

  “Please, I need you so bad.”

  Understanding what I need, he takes off his boxer briefs and slides inside me, rocking back and forth. Holy shit, he’s never been this rough with me.

  “You feel so fucking good, Bay.”

  “Harder!” I scream. “Fuck me harder.”

  “Holy shit,” he moans, gripping my hips and thrusting deeper inside me. He completely fills me and it’s heavenly. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I bring him down to kiss him. My tongue meets his and our kiss is sexy, passionate and full of desire.

  “Let me ride you.” He eyes me and slowly pulls out, lying down on my bed and lifting me up. I slowly guide myself on top of him and feel all of him.

  “Ahh,” he moans, closing his eyes. The grip he has on me gets tighter. I ride him faster, playing with my breasts and hearing both our moans.

  “Shit, Bay. Are you close? Fuck baby, I’m going to come.”

  “Yeah,” I scream. “So close. Oh God! Oh!”

  Finding our release, I collapse on top of him, feeling his fingers playing with my back. He smothers me with kisses and I feel safe in his arms again.

  “I love you, Bay. I love you so much it hurts. When I see you, my heart breaks because I can’t touch you. Please tell me you love me. Tell me this isn’t a dream because if I’m dreaming right now, then I want to sleep forever.”

  Tyler

  BAYLEIGH GETS OFF me and lies next to me, on her side, with a satisfied smile on her face.

  “Hold on,” I get up and head to the bathroom with a washcloth. “Let me clean you up.”

  “Okay,” she smiles and watches me.

  I love the way she’s watching me. I love being here and cleaning her up. There’s something about knowing my dick was in her, and I’m the one cleaning her. No one else will fucking have this.

  Mine.

  Always mine.

  After putting on my clothes and getting back into bed with her, I stroke her arm and feel her body tense.

  “Bay?”

  “I think we should eat that dinner.” Before I can say anything else, she gets out of bed and puts on clothes.

  Following her moves, I put on my clothes and walk out a few moments after her. In the kitchen, she moves and puts food on both of our plates and brings them to the table.

  “Eat.” Her tone is friendly, but I know that look on her face.

  I didn’t do anything she didn’t want. If she didn’t want to have sex with me, then all she had to do was say no. Throughout our little adventure, she never once said no, so what the fuck is going on? The weird vibe and distance between us is confusing the fuck out of me. Cautiously I sit down, not next to her, but across from her. She’s not looking at me and continues to look down at her plate.

  We eat dinner in silence and she plays with the chicken, only eating the pasta and vegetables. I try to think about something to say and I can’t come up with anything. This is killing me. She could set me on fire and it wouldn’t be as painful as what I’m feeling now.

  Having enough of this bullshit, I drop my fork and look at her. “What did I do wrong?”

  “You didn’t . . .” she pauses and sighs. “You didn’t do anything wrong. This is wrong. I shouldn’t have done that with you and I couldn’t say no.”

  “So you regret it?”

  “I don’t know. All I know is I need space and you aren’t giving that to me. I’m still upset about a lot that happened. When I look at you, I see her.”

  “And I shouldn’t be upset that you fell in love with my brother? How do you think I feel when we’re together and you smile at me? Sometimes I think you want me to be Ryan, then you can truly be happy.”

  “I didn’t sleep with Ryan. Unlike you sleeping with Anna, after we made love. And what you’re saying is so wrong. Yes, I admit I fell in love with the both of you, but I always knew it was you. I never had to sleep with anyone else to figure that out.”

  Pushing myself away from the table, I look at her and lose my shit. She’s going to know now I’m done playing the blame game. What happened just happened and it’s either we move on from the situation or from each other. “You have two options, Bayleigh. The first, you walk away from me because I refuse to be the one to walk away. If you choose option one then we are done forever, and I’m heading to Colorado. Option two, you learn how to move on from what happened and work on being with me.” I tell her, my voice calm and commanding. Her eyes are wide and she’s keeping her stare on me. “Pick.”

  “I want to forgive you, but I need to forgive myself. What I did to you was awful and I put you through hell,” she tells me and slowly I calm down. “I do need space.”

  “So, what does this mean?”

  “I have two options for you too. The first,
give me space or the second, you can walk away.”

  “Okay.” I lean down and kiss her forehead, and walk out of the apartment before she can say anything else. Sitting in my Jeep, I think about her and what happened between us. If there’s one thing Bayleigh has, it is power over me. With her sexy eyes and sweet mouth she can knock me down so fast and not even blink an eye. I can challenge her and push her, but at the end of the day, I’m still a love sick fool waiting. I’ll never leave her.

  I give Bayleigh a couple of days to think about what happened and hope she comes to her senses. I’m giving her space and doing what she needs. During the meetings, I don’t pay attention to her and focus on the meeting. Serena tries to talk to me and I brush her off. I don’t want to talk to anyone or hear any advice.

  Mandy asked me to dinner and I said no.

  Serena wanted to go get drinks and I told her no.

  I didn’t want anyone around me. Only Bayleigh. We have too much we need to talk about and we’re going to figure all of this out soon before I lose my mind again.

  A knock on my door gets my attention and I rush over, hoping it’s her. Opening the door, I see Serena with a bottle of wine and food.

  “Serena,” I say and let her in. “Not a good time.”

  “I think this is a great time. You need to talk and vent and I need to be here for my friend. So, come sit down and eat.”

  I do as she says and we sit down on the couch. She hands me a container of food and she goes to the kitchen to grab wine glasses.

  Sitting back down and handing me a glass, I lean back and take a sip of my wine. “Do you know how amazing she is?”

  “Yeah, I do. She’s really sweet. I get why you love her.”

  “I don’t only love her. She owns me. She owns my heart, body, mind and soul. Completely. When I look at her, I see perfection. I see what I want and need.”