by C. D. Taylor
“Whatever, look I have a ton of shit to do; I will just talk to you later.”
“Don’t be mad Maggie.”
“I’m not mad.”
“Okay good, well I will chat with you later I love you.”
“Bye Richard.”
By the time I hit the red end key on my phone, I was steaming with anger. It sure sounded like my fiancée was having the time of his life with beach whore Barbie in Bermuda without me.
I could have possibly been paranoid, but women flocked to Richard, he was handsome, and had money. That wasn’t why I was with him of course but…why the hell was I with him?
Eight
“Okay…something is wrong, spill it Tyler.” Emily prodded.
“Nothing is wrong, why would you think that?” He responded.
“Well you’ve been sulking for the last few days, and just don’t seem like yourself. Do you want to talk about it?”
“I can’t Emily…”
“Can’t? Or won’t? I know you haven’t known me that long, but seriously, I’m here for you if you need to talk.” She reassured.
“I don’t think you want to be in the middle of it.” He sighed.
“Try me.” Emily smiled.
“I guess I came back here and expected things to be the same as they were when I left. Everything is different, and I am confused.”
“Things never stay the same Ty, that’s the beauty of life. Changing and growing is just the way things work.”
“Yeah I know I’m sure I sound like a little bitch whining though.”
“Nah, I know you need someone to talk to, and Jake can be hard headed at times, so I’m here for you.”
“My life is just so fucked up, here I am, a wounded vet, my marriage fell apart, and I have the hots for someone who is totally hazardous to my health.”
“Wait, hold up…you are attracted to that woman, what was her name…oh Maggie?”
“Told you it was fucked up.”
“Look, the first thing you need to do is put the past where it should be or you will never be able to move forward or have a future.”
“Fuck, I’m damaged goods; no one is going to want to step within ten feet of me.”
“If you never let them, then no they won’t…”
“How the hell did you get to be so wise? I’m sure it wasn’t my brother rubbing off on you, because he is a douche.”
Emily laughed out loud. “I’m not sure calling it wise is the proper term Ty, maybe I just fucked up, and finally saw the error of my ways.”
“Either way, Jake is one lucky bastard.”
“I will take that as a compliment. Now, will you do me a huge favor?”
“You name it.”
“I haven’t had a shower in two days, because Maisy is fussy, could you keep an eye on her for me please.”
“With pleasure.”
Emily left the room and Tyler was alone once again with his niece. He didn’t want to think about the fucked up shit in his life at that moment, he just wanted to relish these small instants that made him smile.
Nine
After spending a few days at a place I couldn’t stand, I decided it was time to get the hell out of there for a while and reclaim my sanity. The walls were closing in on me quickly, and I needed a breather.
I spent the days going through my mother’s things, the items she left behind were worthless and of no interest to me, but I was instructed to clear out the house and make it ready for sale. I would have rather hired someone to do the job, but as her will instructed it was my job.
I took a hot shower and dressed in a pair of tight jeans, emerald green silk top, and my favorite pair of black peep toe pumps. I wasn’t sure where I would go, but Tyler had my rental car delivered to the house so anywhere was fine by me.
After grabbing my purse I locked up and headed out the door. I settled into the car, and drove down the dirt road leading away from the hell house.
After traveling for around thirty minutes, I entered my small home town, and looked around for someplace that would take my mind off of the events that I was forced to live through during my unfortunate stay here.
The town was small; actually Podunk would describe it better. We only had one small gas station…that was cash only, a post office, some restaurants, and of course one bar. A drink sounded like heaven to me at that point so I pulled into the parking lot and removed myself from the vehicle.
It wasn’t late by bar fly standards, but there seemed to be a crowd gathering already at The Angry Cow Saloon. What the fuck am I doing here!
I would never be caught dead in a place like this; it was dingy, smoky, and filled with rough necks that looked like they just escaped the prison up the road. Yuck!
Of course entering the establishment was quite an ordeal, the door shut loudly behind me and I found myself being ogled by the cream of the crop of loser-ville. As much as I wanted to turn the other direction and run, the alcohol was calling my name something fierce.
I made my way to the bar itself and propped myself up on a ripped vinyl barstool. I reminded myself to disinfect my ass after this trip, there was no telling what sort of funk I was contracting my coming in contact with its surface.
“What can I get for ya?” The scruffy man behind the bar asked.
“Do you have a local wine?”
Everyone around me began to hoot and holler at my request. “Am I missing something?” I asked angrily.
“Lady, you have two choices…Whiskey and beer, what will it be?”
“I guess I’ll go with option number two.”
He reached under the bar and filled an oversized pilsner glass with a frothy brew. He clunked it up on the counter in front of me and eyed me suspiciously.
“You startin’ a tab?” He gruffed.
“Uh, sure why not.” I held up my beer and saluted him with it.
All eyes were on me. I felt like a piece of prime cut steak and this room was full of hungry canines. Normally that would have made my ego sing, but in this place I felt filthy.
Sitting alone in a strange bar was not my idea of a good time, but I sat there quietly, scrolling through my phone and drinking my alcohol.
“Drinking alone?” A voice beside me asked.
I swiveled to the side on the rickety stool, and came face to face with Tyler. Holy shit!
“Looks that way.” I replied.
“Mind if I join you?” He smiled.
“Sure, might as well have someone to wallow in misery with.” I smirked.
“And what sort of misery would someone like you have today?”
“All kinds…”
“For someone so complex, you sure are vague about everything.”
“Me complex?”
“Basically all women in general.”
“Oh so stereotyping the female sex, is that something you do for fun or is that something that just comes naturally to a Neanderthal like you?”
“For fun.” His mouth turned up in a half smile.
I held up my glass to his and clinked them together. “Well here’s to the female sex, may we always be complex and the butt of many jokes.”
“Here, Here!” The entire bar cheered.
Tyler let out a laugh that for some reason affected parts of my anatomy, which had been dormant for some time. His smile was infectious, and I wanted to kiss those lips of his once more. Bad idea.
We sat and drank until the room was spinning…well I did. Tyler could obviously hold his liquor better than me.
“So…how’s the fiancée?” He asked.
“Let’s see, he’s in Bermuda, with God knows who, and he seems to be enjoying himself.”
“That doesn’t sound good.”
“Probably not. I’m not sure what to do…and why the fuck am I taking to you about it anyway?” I laughed.
“Maybe you feel comfortable with me…”
“Tyler, you are the last person on this planet I would feel comfortable with.”
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��Why is that?”
“Look at you! You’re a hunk! You are sex walking around on two legs, holy shit!”
Something turned serious and heated in his eyes, even in my inebriated state I recognized the fire burning within him.
“Well since you have been so honest with me, it’s only fair I am the same with you…agreed?”
“I agree one thousand and five percent!”
“Here it is then…I think you are sexy, beautiful, and I would love nothing more than to take you home and be inside of you right now.”
With the words coming from that delectable mouth of his, I wanted to take him up on his offer. What would it hurt to spend a night in his arms? Richard was on an island, doing who knew what, and I had the opportunity to have mind blowing sex with a hunky male. Was it wrong of me to think that way? Was I a slut for having the thoughts of orgasms and pleasure run through my head?
“I don’t think that would be a good idea.” I whispered.
“Maybe not for you.” He breathed, just inches from my face.
I needed his lips on mine though, and the close proximity to him was making my pulse race, and my nipples bead painfully against my blouse.
“Tyler…I’m attracted to you but…”
“And I’m extremely attracted to you, as you can tell.” He grabbed my hand and placed it on the front of his pants. His erection was straining the fabric, and made my mouth lose all moisture.
No more thinking. I wanted him more than anything.
“Okay.” I breathed.
Tyler threw down a handful of cash on the bar and grabbed my hand. He pulled me outside into the night air and pushed me up against the outer wall of the building. I felt his body press against mine, and he emanated heat, that I could feel clear down to my bones. His rough hands began to dance over my heated skin, and made their way to my aching breasts. The pull and tug over my clothing had me panting, and all I wanted was his mouth on me.
Tyler moved his hands and placed one on each side of my head and then I felt the zing as his lips crashed over mine. I didn’t hesitate to let him in, I needed taste him, and so our tongues entwined and I became damp in between my legs.
When he broke the kiss, my breathing was unsteady, and I was shaking like a leaf in late fall. Tyler had labored breathing as well, and just from the sounds he made I thought I might combust right then.
“Got to have you now.” He growled.
He then grabbed my arm, and led me to his parked truck. He ushered me inside and pulled his muscular frame into the interior. I was alarmed when he didn’t start the vehicle, but instead grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap. His hands were all over me, under my shirt, and tugging my breasts free of their lace confines. My shirt came over my head and the next thing I knew my bra was unsnapped and removed with expert precision. I leaned back onto the steering wheel to give his mouth better access to my waiting nipples.
He sucked and molded them with his hands and mouth, and had me on the edge of an explosion.
“Tyler, I need you inside me please.”
He lifted me off his lap and began to unbutton his jeans. “Take off your pants.” He commanded.
I did as he said, and shimmied out of the skin tight denim, throwing it into the floor board of his truck. I watched in the low lit surroundings as he pulled his cock from his pants and reached into the console.
He removed a condom, and within record time, ripped it open and sheathed himself. I climbed on top of him and looked into is amazing blue eyes. I wanted to see his reaction when he entered me; I needed to see if it affected him.
I lifted myself up, and used my hand to place his waiting member at my entrance. When I tucked the head into my warm flesh he let out a hiss. The sound went straight to my soaked sex, and without warning him I plunged down until he was buried to the hilt inside of me.
The sensation I felt was unlike anything I’d ever known before. I felt so full, and so connected to him.
“Damn you are tight.” He began to wiggle his hips.
I raised myself up and thrust down on him once more and could feel my climax building like the perfect storm. My actions became quicker, and I knew it wouldn’t be long until I exploded around him in pulsing waves of pleasure.
“That’s it, ride me, and take what you need.” He groaned.
Over and over again I moved on him like I had done it a million times. The first waves of my orgasm hit, and I threw my head back and screamed.
“Holy fuck I’m coming!” I yelled.
“I feel it baby, damn that feels good.”
The sensations kept rolling over me and I thought I might pass out from the enormity of the pleasure.
“Oh fuck! I’m gonna come!” He shouted.
I felt his cock pulse and thicken, and to prolong his enjoyment I kept riding him with complete abandon. Tyler let out the most animalistic groan I had ever heard, and it set me over the edge again. I tensed up and began to grit my teeth. He continued to pulse inside of me until he was spent.
Once my second orgasm subsided, I collapsed forward onto his t-shirt covered chest. Our breathing and panting was in sync, and I could hear the massive thud of his heartbeat.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“I…I’m fine, I think.”
He laughed. “That was amazing.”
“I know.” Was all I could manage to spit out.
“We’d better clean up and get out of here before someone calls the cops.”
“Oh shit! Okay.” I lifted myself off of his thighs and watched him remove the condom and fling it out the truck window.
“That’s littering!” I exclaimed.
“So write me a ticket.” He smiled.
I righted all of my clothes and slipped my shoes back on. “I need to go.”
“No you don’t, stay the night with me.”
“Tyler, you live with your brother and his wife, I can’t stay there.”
“Then I’ll stay with you.”
“No!”
“Jeez, what’s the big deal Maggie?”
“Nothing, I… I just have to go.”
I opened the door and slipped out into the night toward my car. I couldn’t have him stay at my parents’ house, that wouldn’t be good for anyone. And I couldn’t let this go beyond what just happened.
Guilt washed over me and I began to feel tears prick the back of my eyes. What had I done? With a few moments of pleasure I ruined the best chance at a normal happy life, and I was devastated. What would Richard think? Should I confess to my infidelity? Yes. I had to tell him what I did; I couldn’t let it hang over my head like a stormy grey cloud. He had to know and soon. But how to tell my fiancée that I was planning on marrying in four months that I fucked a complete strange in a parking lot?
I was damned to suffer for my actions one way or another.
Ten
After Maggie jumped out of his truck, Tyler was left bewildered. What had he done? She seemed to be satisfied with their tryst in the front seat of his ride, but something didn’t seem right. It could have been that she was feeling remorseful about what she did; after all, she was engaged.
Tyler felt like an asshole for leading her astray like that, but it took two to tango, if she didn’t want to do anything with him she only had to say the word “no”.
Damn. What was he going to do? This woman had only crossed his path just days ago and already she was seared into his mind.
The next day Tyler felt horrible about what had transpired, not the hot sex of course, but the way things ended. He had to talk to her and see what was going on.
He rehearsed the things he would say to Maggie on the drive to her parents place, and had a game plan ready to go. When he turned down the dusty drive his mind went blank. What the fuck?
He parked near her rental sedan, and climbed down from the cab of his truck. Taking two steps at a time he reached the front door and gave a few brief taps.
The door swung open and Maggie had a look of surprise on h
er beautiful face. She looked breathtaking standing there in just a t-shirt and cut off shorts. All he wanted to do was eat her alive at that moment, but knew he should tread lightly with her.
“Tyler. What are you doing here?”
