by C. D. Taylor
Maggie didn’t know it yet, but this is where she belonged. Not with some prissy rich guy, but with him.
Thirteen
When I first realized that Tyler was being a voyeur in my bathroom I was royally pissed. But something changed when I saw the fire in his eyes. He looked as though he could erupt like Mt. St. Helens at any moment. I hated to admit it, but the man was striking a hot spot deep within me. I craved him as much as he craved me.
Feeling myself being trapped beneath his massive body was a euphoric experience. I didn’t move, and couldn’t move. I could feel his heat emanating outward and seeping into every sense I possessed. It warmed me from the inside out and I wanted to feel him closer, inside of me.
In his arms I felt safe, and for some reason that scared the shit out of me. I’d never felt safe before, not even with Richard, the man I was supposed to marry. What did that say about the status of that relationship…that we were doomed from the start? Probably so.
I lay there just staring up at the man above me, he was ruggedly handsome but had so much sex appeal that I yearned to rip his clothing off and feel every inch of his rock hard body.
I could sense he was trying to take things slow, maybe holding back a part of himself as to not get too involved or caught up in the act.
His erection pressed into my thigh, only held back by the barrier of his jeans. They needed to go, or else I was going to lose my ever loving mind just lying there.
“You have too many clothes on.” I whispered.
Tyler looked at me like I had lost my mind, and then realized what I was saying. “Easy fix.” He said while raising up and pulling his shirt over his head.
That was the first time I’d seen his bare chest, and what a sight it was. Stunning didn’t even begin to describe what I was observing at the moment. Tyler had the perfect six pack that made me itch to outline it with my tongue. His arms were so well muscled and defined; I could see the raw power and strength oozing from them. My gaze dipped to his pecks, and my eyes softened. He had a tattoo right above his heart of the emblem to the Marine Corps. Above it was the words Semper Fi. I knew enough of history that those words meant “Always Faithful” and the meaning filtered in my head and made me want to weep.
“What’s wrong?” He probed.
“Nothing, I was just looking at your tattoo, it’s beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful Maggie.”
Tyler leaned down and fused his lips to mine. I felt the jolt and burn as soon as he made contact and it made my heart leap in my chest. His tongue explored my mouth with such intensity that it felt as though he wanted to eat me alive.
“Still wearing too many clothes.” I giggled.
Tyler stood from the bed, leaving me lying there in all my naked glory. I wasn’t embarrassed, I was so comfortable with him seeing me like that, that it was a little unnerving.
He slipped his shoes off, removed his socks and pulled his jeans and boxers down with one swift motion. I watched his cock bob free and licked my lips in sheer anticipation. Not only did I want him between my legs, I wanted to taste his pure male essence on my lips.
The mattress dipped as he climbed back on the bed and settled himself. I expected him to fuck me senseless but he had other ideas. He spread my thighs, and bared my pussy to his gaze.
I watched as he slid his fingers through my moisture, and spread it on my aching clit. Too much more of that and I would have went off like a bottle rocket on the fourth of July. He toyed with me for a bit, and then slid two fingers into my wet heat. My hips bucked off the bed, and I already felt my orgasm building low in my belly. Damn this man knew how to work a woman’s body. He was a sculptor and I was his perfect piece of marble, just waiting to be turned into a masterpiece.
He hooked his finger upward, and pressed that perfect spot that made me moan his name. I needed him to take me there, and there was nothing besides this moment that mattered to me.
“Please Tyler.” I begged.
“Please what?” He grinned wickedly.
“I need to come…please.”
I watched his smile turn even more wicked and he leaned his mouth toward my waiting sex. As soon as he flicked my swollen clit with his tongue, I exploded. My pussy sucked greedily as his fingers, which were pumping in and out of me at a maddening pace.
“Damn, I can’t wait to have my cock in you again.” He hissed.
Before my orgasm subsided, Tyler was already poised at my entrance, ready to push is cock inside my waiting heat.
“Fuck!” He bit out.
“What?” I snapped back.
“I don’t have any condoms, do you have any here?”
“No. Tyler it’s okay I’m on the pill.”
“Are you sure Maggie? We don’t have to do this.”
“Yes we do!” I lifted my hips in an effort to pull him in further.
His eyes became dark, and I could see lust written all over his chiseled features. This man wanted me. Only me.
His rock hard cock began to push forward through my already swollen tissues. I felt every inch as he surged slowly forward, and damn it was a feeling of pure primal need. He didn’t stop until he was fully buried inside of me, and I felt completely full.
“Son of a bitch you feel good!” He groaned. “Not sure I’m gonna last long.”
Tyler began to move his hips, and it drug his rigid length through me scraping every nerve in the process. Another climax was building inside of me, and I knew it would be much bigger than the first. This one would probably kill me.
“Are you close?” He growled. “Come on baby, come for me again…give it to me!”
It wasn’t a request, it was a demand, and damn if it didn’t send me soaring over the edge into the most amazing bliss I’d ever experienced.
I screamed out, and my back bowed off the bed. I felt him pulse inside of me, and thrust forward, spilling himself inside of my waiting flesh. He continued to pump his offering forward, and it hurled me into another smaller orgasm.
By the time I came down from the high, I was utterly spent. My body was weak, and Tyler lay on top of me our bodies still connected. I didn’t want to move, I could have stayed like that with him forever…and those thoughts were what sent my mind into a tailspin.
What the fuck was I doing?
This couldn’t happen; I couldn’t have thoughts like that about him. The panic began to rise, and I pushed at his chest to get him off of me. I rolled over, put my feet on the floor, and stalked to the bathroom. I shut and locked the door, sat on the lid of the toilet, and threw my head in my hands.
“Maggie, are you alright?” He called through the door.
“I’m fine Tyler, maybe you should go.”
“What the fuck? Why is it every time I have sex with you, it’s always time for me to go away? Maybe it’s time to explain what the hell is going on with you.”
“Tyler please, this is just so…”
“So what? So crazy? Tell me about it.”
“Seriously Tyler, I can’t do this, and trust me you don’t want to be with me. I’m too…fucked up.”
“Maggie, we are all fucked up, trust me on that. Just come out here and we can talk about it.”
Everything in me wanted to trust him, but trusting people in my life wasn’t easy after living with a father figure whom decided it was okay to defile his daughter at night.
Tyler would never understand the things that I had hidden in my closet. And even if I told him, there would be nothing for him to say besides “goodbye”. I was doomed to live with my horror. Me and me alone.
Fourteen
Once Tyler left, I couldn’t pry myself from the safety of the bathroom. The tears started coming and I was powerless to stop their decent. So much was wrong in my life, and I couldn’t drag anyone else into the pit that sucked me down each and every day. I hated living like that, the fear, anxiety and hatred that plagued me every day was too overwhelming.
I had to start over somehow, had to learn that
the things that had happened to me were in no way my fault. But how could I do it? I didn’t want to face it all again, it was too damn painful.
I found myself not doing what I came here to do, what was instructed of me to complete. It was supposed to be simple, get in, clean the shit up and get the hell out. I was dragging my feet around and hoping things would just fix themselves.
I was yet again pissed and hurt that my mother asked this of me. Why would she subject me to face everything that had torn me apart? Was she that much of a sadist that even in her death she expected me to suffer? Of course it wasn’t her fault what my father did to me, but still she should have protected me.
I needed to get out again, I let the dreary mood of the house engulf my life, and all I could think was to escape. So I did. I peeled myself from the bathroom, threw on some clothes and headed out. No destination in sight, I just needed to leave. I drove through the small town once more and somehow found myself at the entrance to the local cemetery. What the hell was I doing here?
I distanced the past so well that when my mother passed away, I didn’t bother to attend her funeral. It wasn’t something I was proud of, but I was in no shape to bring myself back here. The emotional torment was just too painful.
I parked the car beside of the road that led into the graveyard, and mechanically got out. Something was leading me here, although I wasn’t sure just what.
It took some time, but after traipsing and searching through the various headstones, I finally found where my mother and father were laid to rest. I could see our family name on the back of the stone as I approached and my insides began to form a knot.
I stood there for an instant, trying to decide if I should step around the front and take a look. My curiosity got the best of me, so I rounded the headstone and saw where my parents were buried.
What I was looking at shocked me. There was my mother’s name, birthdate, and the day she died…but my fathers’ were nowhere to be seen on the marker. What the hell was going on?
I turned around to make sure there wasn’t a headstone that maybe I overlooked, and of course there was nothing. I knew they were to be laid to rest together, so looking down and not seeing my fathers’ name inscribed there was baffling. I didn’t attend his funeral either, why would I? Something wasn’t right, and I felt chill bumps run up my spine. In my gut I knew there was something someone wasn’t telling me.
Where fuck was my bastard father?
Fifteen
Tyler knew it was stupid to find himself at the cemetery where his wife and child were buried, but he went anyway. The fact of the matter was, the child probably wasn’t even his anyway, but he mourned the loss just the same. How could he not? It was a tragedy either way. No one should have to endure the loss of a child, no matter who it belonged to. He hadn’t been back here since he returned home from overseas, and he felt the sting of heartbreak as soon as he stepped foot on the hallowed ground.
He knew where they were located, and so he trudged to the site, flowers in hand. His wife was always so fond of white roses and those were the ones he decided to bring with him to honor her memory. As pissed as he was about her betrayal, he couldn’t bring himself to forget the good times that they shared over the years.
Tyler lowered his head when he came to the spot where they were laid to rest. It was a somber moment, and he had to stop himself from letting the tears release that he held on to for so long now.
His life had taken so many twists and turns lately that his head was spinning like a child’s toy top. The world had handed him a pile of shit on a platter and expected him to grin and bear it. He just wasn’t built like that.
When he laid the bouquet of flowers at the foot of the headstone, the tears started flowing out of control. He was a man, but even the strongest of men could turn into a pile of dust when their emotions were spiraling out of control.
Tyler crouched down and placed his hand on the top of the stone. He ran it back and forth feeling the coolness of it beneath his coarse palm. This was what he was reduced to, someone who couldn’t let go of the past, and lived every day with regrets of “what might have been”.
It was all too much to bear, he had to leave before the sorrow turned into anger and he blew up like a nuclear bomb.
He lifted himself up and took off toward his truck. As he walked halfway through the cemetery he noticed a familiar car parked at the opposite end. It was Maggie’s rental car. What was she doing there?
Tyler wanted to see her one more time and if it meant finding her there he would deal with it, so he turned around and headed toward her car. Part way there he noticed her standing in front of a large headstone and her body was trembling.
Something was wrong, so he wanted to see what he could do to soothe her. When he approached where she stood, he expected to hear crying but he didn’t.
He reached out his hand and placed it on her shoulder. She jumped, and let out a terrified squeak.
“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to scare you.” He soothed.
“Tyler…what are you doing here?”
“I had someone I needed to visit.”
“Your wife?” She questioned.
“Yes, my wife and child.”
“But I thought…” She trailed off.
“It’s stupid I know, but it was a loss either way, even if it wasn’t my baby.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to come off like that, and it’s really none of my business.”
“No problem. What are you doing here?” He raised an eyebrow.
“I came to visit my parents. I figured while I was in town I should say some last goodbyes since I didn’t attend their funeral.”
Tyler looked at the grave she was standing by. “So your mom is buried here, but where is your dad?”
“That’s the thing, he was supposed to be here too, but I don’t know why he’s not. It just doesn’t make sense.”
Tyler saw something flash in her eyes that put him on high alert. Was it fear? Because he knew for sure it wasn’t grief.
“I don’t know but you could look at the public records at city hall. Maybe that would give you a clue to where he is.”
“Good idea, are they open today?”
“Should be, I could come along if you need any help.” He offered.
“Yeah sure. But first I should apologize for the way I acted yesterday; I’m just not myself lately.”
“Well since I didn’t know you when you were normal, I suppose I will take what I can get at this point. Maybe after we dig around I could take you out to dinner?”
“That sounds nice Tyler, thank you.”
That was one step in the right direction as far as he was concerned, if she agreed to dinner then maybe they could talk and he could figure out what the hell was up with her.
Sixteen
“I just don’t get it Tyler, why is there nothing here about my father’s death? No death certificate, not even an obituary.”
“Maybe we just need to keep digging, there has to be something here.”
“We’ve been here for hours already and nothing. I’ve looked through archives, files…what if he isn’t dead after all?”
“If he wasn’t dead, then why were you told he was that doesn’t make any sense? Who told you he was deceased anyway?”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding in. “My mother.”
“I guess the question is, why would she tell you he was gone if he really wasn’t?”
I pushed back the files in my hands across the table. We had been sitting in the public records office in city hall for more than six hours. I was exhausted and the realization that my father was still out there somewhere hit me like a summer storm on the plains of Texas.
“I think I need some air, I’ll be right back.” I stood from the table and went outside.
Why would my mother lie to me? What was she proving by telling me that he was dead…if he really wasn’t? I was so damn confused, and frightened. What
if he came back? And what if he knew I was here?
“Hey they are trying to close up for the day; we can come back tomorrow and look some more if you want.”
“I really don’t expect to find anything; it’s just a dead end Tyler.”
“Okay well, why don’t we have some dinner? The local diner is down the street.” He suggested.
“I think I want to stay in tonight, this is just too much to process right now. I have some stuff we could cook at the house.”
