Even Rhythm (Offbeat #2)

by S. Moose

  Her lips find mine and move down to my neck. With her other hand, she pulls down my sweats and soon is on her knees, taking me into her mouth.

  “Oh shit,” I hiss. Gripping her head and feeling her warm mouth around my cock, I’m about to explode. “Stop.” Picking her up and taking off her sweatpants, I quickly slide into her and fuck her hard and fast.

  “Shit. Shit,” she whispers, gripping my shoulders and biting me. “Ahh. I’m about to come.”

  Feeling her pussy tighten around me, we find our release together. Passionately kissing her to hold in the moans and screams, we come down from ecstasy.

  “Welcome to the Mile High Club, Mr. Scott.”

  Bayleigh

  WE WAIT FOR our luggage when I hear my mom call my name. Turning around, I run to her.

  “Mom!”

  It’s so good to see her. I understand why she left to help Moira and that’s okay. We’ve know the Scott’s family for almost ten years. They’re family to us and soon we’ll have more to celebrate.

  “How are you, honey?”

  “Good,” I smile and she looks at me up and down. Her eyes go wide and I shake my head. I thought the loose clothes I have on wouldn’t give me away. I guess the saying is right, mothers know best.

  “Hey Carrie,” Tyler comes with our luggage and gives her a hug. “Thank you so much for being here for Mom. I know it means a lot to her.”

  “Oh hush, honey. We love it here in Colorado.” She looks at me, “Actually, we can move here in a few years.” She looks at the both of us and smiles. “Your mom is going to be so happy, Tyler.” He smiles back at her and places his hand on my stomach.

  “You don’t think Dad will be mad?”

  She shakes her head. “No. He’ll be happy too.”

  We walk out of the airport and to the SUV. Sitting down in the backseat, I buckle my seatbelt and wonder how my dad will react. He makes me nervous and I don’t want to upset him. Being the only child and seeing the pain from what happened before scares me. Touching my stomach, and leaning my head back, I close my eyes and tell myself everything will be okay.

  The drive to the house is beautiful. I love the scenic route and the quietness of these parts of Colorado. Mom and Tyler talk in the front seat and I smile. It makes me happy that they get along and I can’t wait to tell them the news. Thinking about how happy they’re going to be and then the news my parents want to move here in a few years.

  Who’ll help me raise Baby Scott?

  Will I be a good mom?

  Will Baby Scott love me? Or run to Tyler when I say no?

  These questions fill my head. If I’m going crazy now, I don’t want to see how I’ll be when we have the baby. I really don’t want to be one of those over protective and crazy moms.

  “We’re here!” I look out and see the beautiful house, sitting on top of the hill, and overlooking the water. It’s breathtaking.

  The wraparound porch circles the entire wooden house, which is covered in large bay windows.

  “Mom, this is beautiful.”

  “Thanks, honey. It’s comfortable. Tyler, your mom is happier and I think the outdoors is helping her heal.”

  “I can see that,” he smiles and takes my hand while carrying our luggage.

  Walking inside, we’re greeted by Moira and my dad. We’re engulfed in hugs and love. It feels good to be here.

  It feels like home.

  Seeing everyone here makes me emotional. I miss Ryan and I miss how things used to be. I force a smile and stay by Tyler’s side.

  “Excuse me,” I say. “It’s been a long day and I’d like to shower. Is that okay?”

  “Sure, honey,” my mom says and tells me where to go.

  Tyler follows me upstairs and we go into the guest room. Taking out what I need, I don’t talk or look at him. Rushing into the bathroom, I strip out of my clothes and get in the shower. Turning on the water the warmth hits my body, reminding me of the rain, and how much Ryan loved being outside. He always wanted to be outside and watch the stars. We’d sit on the deck or lake house porch and remain quiet. It was those moments I loved so much.

  And miss.

  Facing today without Ryan, the first major holiday, with our parents and not him is something I can’t swallow. Every year, before he disappeared, we’d meet at my house and cook all morning. The guys would watch TV and we’d be in the kitchen cooking the goodies. It was a tradition of ours and every year was the same. I’d have my family, boyfriend and best friend by my side.

  This year I’ll have all that, except Ryan.

  The blessing is, I’m starting my life with Tyler. We’re having a baby and telling our parents the wonderful news. In so many ways Ryan’s with us and I’m going to keep the memories alive in my heart so one day Baby Scott will know his or her uncle. The realization about our next journey helps ease the pain. Leaning against the shower wall, I stop the tears and count my blessings. Even though Ryan isn’t here, he gave me something I couldn’t find on my own.

  Strength and the will to fight.

  Stepping out of the shower, I dry off and change into comfortable clothes. I feel a little better and I’m glad Tyler didn’t come in to ask me what’s wrong.

  Going into the room, I see him sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning on his forearms and looking down. He’s deep in thought. I kneel down and kiss his hands.

  “I’m okay. Just needed a moment. Thank you for giving that to me.”

  “I know today is hard for you. Remember, I’m here for you. We both lost someone we love. It’s going to be hard for a while, but together we can get through the sadness. One day we’ll celebrate his memory and smile because he was with us.”

  “One day,” I agree.

  “Come on, let’s go tell them about Baby Scott.”

  A smile plays across my face and we rush downstairs to tell them the good news. Touching my stomach, we walk into the living room. My dad looks at me and Moira smiles. Everyone knows.

  “So, I’m sure you know,” I laugh. “We’re having a baby!”

  Our parents get up and congratulate us. Moira bursts into tears and I soon follow. We’re hugging and my dad looks like he’s about to cry. While hugging Moira, I watch him walk out the door. Excusing myself, I join him.

  “Daddy?”

  “Hi, pumpkin. Do you remember that trip we took to Hawaii? You were only thirteen and telling me about Tyler.” He shakes his head. “You were so young and so in love. I couldn’t believe my daughter had a boyfriend and I thought this puppy love wouldn’t last and here you are now.” He turns to face me. “You’re going to be a mom. Where’d my little girl go?”

  “I’m still here,” I tell him. “I will always be your little girl.”

  “I can’t believe this day is here. You know I regret the days I wasn’t there for you.”“Don’t say that. You and Mom are the best parents. I don’t regret anything.”

  He laughs and wipes his tears. “Promise me something?”

  “Of course.”

  “You’ll never stop remembering your strength.” I nod my head and hug him. Standing in the middle of the yard, here in Colorado, and getting the support from my parents makes it better.

  Tyler

  THANKSGIVING NIGHT IS calm and steady. We’re sitting in the living room, watching the fire in the fireplace, telling stories about the past and our plans for the house. It’s great to be here with our family. As much as I miss my mom I know her being here is the best thing. We’re all healing in our own way.

  Everything’s going well. During dinner we said a prayer for Ryan and my mom looked good. She didn’t cry. Instead, she smiled and said this was everything she wanted and needed. That made me feel good.

  “I’m going to get something to drink. Need anything?” Bayleigh shakes her head and I get up to walk to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, I grab a beer. When I close the door, I look at the pictures of our families. There’s a picture of Bayleigh and her dad standing on their porch. She’s s
itting on his shoulders and they’re both smiling.

  “She’s the best huh?” He taps my shoulder and leans against the sink.

  “Yes, sir.” I answer him and open my beer, leaning against the counter. “Thanks for everything and understanding. I know you probably wish we were married first.”

  “Na, it’s okay. It’s twenty fifteen, we get it. Be good to her, son. You know this and as her father, I want to stand here and remind you that that’s my baby girl. You put her first and you be the best father and husband. Now you two will have moments of disagreements. That’s normal. I need you to think with your heart and not with your emotions. You know she’ll drive you crazy.” I laugh and agree with him. “But we know she has a heart of gold. She’s one of a kind.”

  “I promise I’ll love her forever and treat her with respect all the time.”

  I hurt Bayleigh before. She’s forgiven me and we’re moving on to the next chapter of our life. We’re building a stronger foundation and keeping the past in the past, where it belongs.

  “I’m so lucky to have her,” I tell him.

  Craig nods his head and we head back to the living room. Snuggling back with Bayleigh, we listen to Carrie telling us stories about her pregnancy and giving Bayleigh advice. I listen too because even though she’s carrying the baby, I have to know what to expect and what to do. I want to experience everything she’s experiencing. Every pain and every discomfort I want to feel.

  The late hours come and we tell everyone goodnight. We have one more day here before we head back home.

  Getting into bed, I’m instantly hard when I feel her hand rubbing my chest. Quickly hovering over her, I hungrily kiss her lips and slide down the short boxer shorts she has on. Kissing her baby bump, I continue my way down her body. Sliding my tongue against her tight bud, she opens her legs wider and moans my name.

  My hungry tongue licks her clit and she bucks under me. Seeing her pink, wet folds drives me crazy. Her body trembles from my tongue and I love it. She wraps her legs around me and I push my tongue deeper into her.

  “My girl loves my tongue.”

  “Oh yes I do,” she moans. “I love when you suck my clit. It feels so good.”

  Shit, my girl and her dirty mouth.

  “What else do you like?”

  “I like when you’re sucking on my clit and sliding your fingers inside me.” I hear the ache in her tone and do as she wishes. “Tyler, yes, like that.”

  Giving her everything she wants and spending quality time, licking, sucking and smelling her. She’s dripping wet and begging me to fuck her.

  “Please, Tyler.”

  “But I’m having too much fun down here. Just a little more time, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll make this so good for you and then when I fuck you, you’ll love it.”

  Sticking my tongue into her entrance, keeping her legs spread open, I watch her from where I am and her eyes meet mine. It’s fucking sexy as hell watching her as I pleasure her.

  There’s something about tasting her. I never get tired of it. Some guys can’t stand giving oral sex to their girls. But they want blow jobs all the time. Fuck that. I want to make sure my girl is satisfied before I get what I want. As much as I love getting my dick sucked, her pleasure is more important. I won’t give her a reason to think she’s not sexy or that I don’t want sex. With her I’d love it all day, every day.

  Flicking my tongue against her clit and taking it in my mouth again, she lifts her hips in the air and comes, covering her moans with a pillow.

  Not giving her a moment to recover, I quickly take off my sweats and push myself in her. Gripping her hips, I thrust hard and fast.

  Covering her mouth with my hand, her eyes go wide with desire and the heat between us gets stronger.

  “Fuck. How can you be this tight?” I moan and fuck her deeper. “God, you feel so good.”

  She’s lost in bliss and I’m having the best time bringing her to that state. Every time we fuck or make love, it keeps getting better. There’s never a moment I’m tired of seeing that look of pure heaven in her eyes and the look of pleasure on her face. The sight of her squirming and begging for more brings me to the edge.

  “Tyler,” she moans, grabbing her boobs, and using her other hand, she plays with her clit.

  “Fuck,” I moan. “Fuck.”

  Spilling inside her, my body stills and I lean down to kiss her, tasting her in my mouth.

  “I love you,” I tell her and slide out, rushing to get my sweats on and grabbing a wet towel from the bathroom. Wiping her, seeing the satisfied look on her face is more than enough.

  “You’re so bad,” she giggles and I toss the towel to the side, going back to where I belong.

  Bayleigh

  CURLING UP WITH my Kindle, I take my cup of tea outside to the deck. Most of my things are unpacked and my clothes are in the closet. It feels good to be here in our home.

  Our home.

  The cool breeze on my face makes me feel relaxed. I close my eyes and think about this morning. I love when Tyler stands and watches me. My heart swells with so much love. I want him to always know how I feel and how much I adore him.

  Since we’ve been back from Colorado, I’m taking it easy and we’re slowly purchasing things for the nursery. The appointment to find out if we’re having a boy or girl is coming up. To describe the excitement is near impossible.

  “Hey sweetie.” I look up and see Mandy with a smile on her face. She has a cup of tea and sits down across from me. “How are you?”

  “Good.” I smile. “A lot better. We’re talking more and things seem good. My parents and Moira are good too. They’re going to be here for Christmas and the New Year so it’ll be nice to see them again.”

  “I’m so glad, sweetie. I’m so happy for you. It’s good to hear that you’re happy.”

  “Yeah,” I agree. “How are you doing? I know lately it’s been about me and I’m so sorry.”

  “Don’t be,” she dismisses my apology. “Things are going so well. Damon’s wonderful. The company is doing well and honestly things can’t get better.”

  “I agree.”

  We sit outside for the next few hours and talk wedding and baby. Things for the wedding are all set and there’s not much more to do, besides wait for the day and go in for fittings.

  Tyler joins us and seeing him walk over to us makes my stomach jump and flip. Will it always be like this?

  “Ladies,” he says and kisses the top of my head. “How are we today?”

  “Good as usual,” I answer and take his hand in mine. “We’re perfect. Everything is perfect.”

  Another day off and I’m starting to go a little crazy. Mandy and Damon are offsite at a meeting and Tyler’s in meetings too. I scroll through my phone and find Seth’s number.

  Me: Let’s get lunch!

  Seth: Okay. Want me to come get you?

  Me: Please

  Seth: See you soon

  Since being with Tyler, I haven’t made much time for Seth. It makes me feel bad because he’s been there for me and I’ve ignored him. Just like I said I wouldn’t do.

  Getting off the couch, I walk upstairs to the bedroom and change into leggings and a long tunic LuLaRoe shirt. Running a brush through the mess on my head, I plug in my straightener and lean against the wall, scrolling through Instagram. I don’t know how people love staying at home all day. Between waking up, eating breakfast with Tyler, taking a nap and lounging around the house, that’s the point of my life when I’m here alone.

  Hearing the doorbell ring, I yell come in and finish getting ready. Making sure I look presentable, I put on my booties and head downstairs.

  “Hey!” I smile when I see Seth. Giving him a hug, I feel his arms tighten around me. “Is this your way of saying you miss me?”

  “Maybe.”

  “I know, I’m sorry I’ve been a bad friend. How are you?” I let him go and we head out to his car.

  “I’m good. Working a lot. I’m glad you texted m
e. Let’s me get out of the office,” he laughs.

  “I know that feeling. I’m home all day so thank you for taking me out. Where you taking me?”

  “I’m thinking Cheesecake Factory and maybe taking a walk on the canal?”

  “I like the sound of that.”

  We get to the restaurant and everything looks amazing. Since being pregnant, my cravings are a little crazy. I want salt and pasta-that’s it. I’m not itching for anything too crazy, but pasta is on the top of my list.

  Putting in our orders, I sip on my iced water and wait for my tea to finish steeping. Seth talks about what he’s been doing and the company. I miss seeing everyone and going in.

  “We miss you,” he tells me. “I walk by your office and get sad,” he laughs.

  “Don’t be sad! You know where I am.”

  “I know. But you’re with someone and you’re expecting a baby. I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m so happy for you and Tyler. This is what you’ve been waiting for. Just a little jealous that he gets to spend so much time with you.”

  I never realized how much Seth values our friendship and I shouldn’t be surprised. He was there for me every day when Ryan died and Tyler left. Each time I cried or was upset he was there for me, telling me it was going to be okay. I relied on him for everything.

  Now we’re here and the guilt I feel is increasingly growing. I shouldn’t have abandoned him.

  Reaching over, I take his hand. “I’m sorry. There’s no excuse for not spending time with you.”

  “I get it,” he tells me. The sadness in his tone is telling me something else.

  “Don’t lie.”

  Rolling his eyes, his head plops down. “Okay fine,” he mutters. “It sucked and I was mad for a little while.”

  “Well, I’m here and I’m not going to be that best friend again.”

  “Good, because I like my old best friend.”

  Our food comes and my eyes go wide. It’s like I haven’t seen food in days when it’s only been a few hours. Refusing to weigh myself or care about how much weight I’m gaining, I dig into my pasta and moan with love.