Torn in Two

by DB Ignites

  After returning from the walk, Dylan made himself a stiff drink, not sure what else to do. Should I call her? Wait for her to get in touch with me? If I give her too much time, will that be seen as a rejection? Fuck, why the hell do I have to have these feelings? Can't say I am in love with her yet, but I do care a fucking lot for her. Damn, it wasn't this hard when I approached Pam. Just strolled up to her and introduced myself. After that, we were inseparable...until she passed away. I now have a chance at a new start. I’m going to man up and call her. Better yet, think I will walk over to the B&B and see how she is doing.

  Just as he was going up the steps, Skylar opened the door and walked out, stopping when she saw him. “Hi. Where are you headed?” Dylan inquired, smiling.

  “Just going to grab something to eat. Need a change of scenery. I assume you are here to see me.” She cocked her head, a slight smile on her face.

  “Yes. I just wanted to see how you were doing. When I left, you looked a little...shaky. Are you up for some company?”

  “That would be lovely. Any recommendations on where to eat?”

  “Well, what are you in the mood for? We have Chinese, fast food, Italian, and a few others.”

  “Mmm…that all sounds so good. How about Chinese?”

  “Perfect. Come on.” He grabbed her hand. Even with gloves on, he felt her warmth.

  Helping her off with her jacket, his hand lingered by the spot on her neck that made her quiver. Sitting down quickly, so as not to start something she shouldn't, she asked, “So, what’s good here? I love sesame chicken, shrimp and broccoli, a bunch of others.”

  “Well, the moo goo gai pan is delicious. The egg foo young is awesome, as well. Actually, all the food here is great.”

  “Well, that’s no help.” She playfully slapped his arm. Catching her fingers, he gave them feather-light kisses. She pulled her hand away, almost like she’d been burned, at a loss for words. The warmth spreading through her made her nervous. After they ordered, they sat there in silence, neither sure what to say. It was a little unnerving. Clearing his throat, Dylan looked at her. “Well, what would you like to talk about? I am an open book. Ask me anything.”

  “Let's see…” Skylar tapped her finger against her lips. “Okay. Why are you interested in me? What attracted you to me?” Skylar looked at him questioningly.

  “The fact that my dog jumped into your lap and you didn't get pissed was a good start. When I saw you laughing instead of yelling, I wanted to get to know you. When we walked and talked, I discovered you were smart. When we fucked, I knew you were passionate. When you decided to leave afterward because you didn't want to lead me on, I knew you were thoughtful. When you were so torn up about hurting someone, I knew you were compassionate. So, for me, you are the complete package. A beautiful person on the inside, as well as the outside.”

  Surprised by the vehemence in his words, but also flattered beyond belief, Skylar could only whisper, “Thank you.”

  Watching as she reddened, Dylan smiled, knowing his words affected her. Leaning in so no one else could hear, he lowered his voice. “You do realize I would rather be at my house fucking your brains out, right? I would start by holding you against the wall, your jeans around your ankles, pounding your pussy until you couldn't remember your own name. After I made you come, I would throw you over my shoulder and head for the bedroom, smacking that fine ass as we went. When we made it there, I would strip you ever so slowly, just to tease you with anticipation. Tossing you onto the bed, I would start with your mouth, kissing you passionately. As I slowly made my way down your scrumptious body, I’d stop at your nipples and suck on them until your need was painful. I’d continue down, raining kisses as I went, until I got to the honeypot of a pussy of yours. Pushing your knees to spread you wider, I’d circle my tongue around your clit, nipping. I’d push a finger deep inside you, then another, then another. When you are just about to come again, I’d take my fingers out and use my tongue to lap up your juices. Flipping you over, I’d slam into you over and over again, grabbing your hair, kissing you.”

  Skylar, turning a pretty shade of purple, spit out her water. Breathing heavily, she nodded. She had no words. Nobody had ever spoken to her like that before. Her lady parts were tingling, as if everything he just said actually happened. Finally regaining some sort of composure, she cleared her throat. “Dylan, finish eating. Because everything you just said, we will be doing.” Using her foot, she stroked his hard cock under the table.

  He jumped, squeaking out, “Please stop, Skylar. I don't want to embarrass myself showing a hard-on as we leave. Let me calm down, then it will happen. I promise you that.” Finishing their dinner in silence, each glancing at the other, thinking about what was going to happen, they quickly paid the bill and left. Just as they reached Dylan's door, Skylar's phone rang. Groaning, she took it out of her purse, seeing Shawn’s picture on her screen.

  She looked at Dylan, grimacing. “I should take this. Do you mind?”

  “No, go ahead,” he huffed.

  She touched the screen, answering. “Hey, Shawn…yep…I see…okay, that’s fine…see you then.” Hanging up, Skylar looked away from Dylan.

  “What’s going on?”

  “Shawn will be back in a couple of days, maybe sooner. The issues he was having at work didn’t take as long to resolve as he thought.”

  Dylan let out a ragged breath, placing his hands on his hips. “Well, okay.” He saw the uncertain look in her eyes. “Not happening tonight, is it?”

  “No, it isn't. I’m sorry. That phone call reminded me there is someone else involved here. I think it is time for me to go back to the B&B.” Turning, she left a disappointed Dylan on his front steps.

  Slamming the front door, Dylan threw his jacket across the room. That cockblocking motherfucker. It’s like he knew we were together. It was quite a coincidence he called at that moment. I know Skylar wouldn't have answered the phone once we were inside. Dammit all to hell. Now I have a massive hard-on I have to take care of myself. He put his hands on his hips, looking at the ceiling. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What do I have to do to get her back into my bed, for her heart to be mine? Fuck it I need to go to the B&B and get my girl. He blinked. Wait…when did I start thinking of Skylar as my girl? This is not good sign. If she chooses asshat, I’ll be heartbroken. I think it would be best if I stay here and figure out if I really want to go through the possible pain. It's not like I have known her for a while. It may be best if I just back off. No, I can’t do that. She has come to mean too much to me. I’ve never backed away from a fight, and I’m not going to start now. Feeling a renewed sense of purpose, Dylan headed to the shower. Standing under the hot spray, he started thinking of Skylar's tight body. Picturing those luscious lips wrapped around his cock, he started to stroke himself. At the thought of her tight pussy, he stroked harder, faster, until he came hard, screaming out her name.

  Getting back to her room, Skylar flopped onto the bed in frustration. Why did I answer that damn phone? My panties are soaked just from his words alone. Why didn't I just let it go to voicemail? Oh, no. I have to do the right thing, just like always, and blow my night to hell. I am the one who put the “no sex” rule into place, but his words had me so ready. Then after the call, my enthusiasm dampened. And I know why. Because I truly do not want to hurt anybody. If I had gone through with it, I would have felt guilty afterward. The next time I saw Shawn, he would have known something was up. I can't do that to him. Sighing, she sat up and stripped her clothes off, touching herself. She remembered being with them, how hot it was. After making herself come hard, she drifted off to sleep, thinking about both guys.

  Chapter Eight

  Walking into the dining room and grabbing some coffee, Skylar heard John call her over. Seeing her expression, he motioned for her to sit. “Doll, why the sad face? You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders. Want to talk about it?”

  Sitting down, Skylar sighed, placing her coffee on the table. “Well
, you know my fiancé dumped me, right? I mean, who just leaves a note and disappears? No explanation, no nothing. When I came here, I just wanted to clear my head. I wasn't looking to find anyone, but I now have two guys who have sparked my interest. I just met one, but there is some kind of connection there. I’ve been best friends with the other since we were little. They’re both wonderful, but I know I will hurt one eventually. That is the part I am not looking forward to. Plus, how the hell do I choose? Maybe I should give up and just be friends with them. Could this just be rebound bullshit? What do I do?”

  John, who had listened attentively, shook his head, whistling softly. “Can't say that I have ever had your problem. The second I saw my Jessica, I knew she was it for me. Took some convincing to get her to date me, but once she did…well, as they say, the rest is history. What if you made a list of pros and cons of each guy? You might need to ask yourself some tough questions, too.”

  “What questions? I mean, I have been questioning myself since this all happened. Unfortunately, all that did was confuse me more.”

  “Well, first off, I think you need to find closure within yourself concerning your ex-fiancé. Sounds like you’re still a little miffed with him. After you resolve that, ask yourself why you are attracted to both men. Their looks, their personalities? What makes them look so good to you? Can you see yourself with either of them five, ten years down the road? What do you really want in life, and are either of them part of it? Lastly, are you happy with you? I personally think you are a wonderful young lady with a bright future, but how do you see yourself? It is going to be up to you how you deal with things.”

  “Why does me being happy with me have anything to do with it?”

  John smiled softly. “That's easy. If you are not happy with who and what you are, you will never be completely happy with anything in life. That goes for everything you do.”

  Skylar blew out a breath. “Thanks, John. I will think about what you said.”

  He leaned closer, lowering his voice. “For what it’s worth, I like both those fellows, but I am partial to Dylan.”

  Laughing, Skylar stood and gave John a hug. Heading toward her room, she texted both Dylan and Shawn, saying she had some thinking to do and she didn't want them calling or texting her. She would let them know when she wanted to talk. Grabbing her jacket, she headed to the park, which had quickly become her favorite place. As she walked around, she thought about what John had said. Love myself, be happy with me. Am I? Can I figure out how to let go of the hurt Ryan caused? What do I see in the guys that makes me want to be with them? John definitely gave me a lot to think about. When Ryan left that note, all I could think was what did I do wrong? Why was he another one to leave me? What do people see in me I don't see in myself? Well…people have told me I am gorgeous and have a good heart. I don't see the gorgeous. I do see the good heart, though. That can't be all, can it? Walking up to the lake, she took a hard look at her reflection, slowly realizing what people were talking about. Yes, she considered herself pretty, but she now knew that people were talking about her inner strength, as well as her looks. Thinking back to everybody who left her…she had never once let it bring her down. Instead, she kept moving forward, never changing who she was. So that is what John was talking about. Accepting myself for who I am. Realizing bad things happen. I can't change them or let them change me. As for the guys…I’m still not sure about them. Ryan took the coward's way out by leaving a note instead of talking to me. Should I really be upset with someone who takes the easy way out? I don't think I should. After all, he is the one missing out, not me. I am a good person and deserve better than that. Skylar smiled. Oh, I like this. I am feeling so much better.

  Walking away from the pond, she decided to leave the question about the guys alone for now. She really didn't want to think about who would be hurt. Before she knew where she was, she found herself in front of Dylan's. Swallowing, she knocked hesitantly, not sure what she was going to say or do. When the door opened, she looked at him, seeing him swaying slightly. He smirked. “Well, this is quite a surprise. Last time I heard from you, you told me to leave you alone. Well, come on in if you want.”

  “Dylan, are you drunk? I can smell the alcohol on your breath from here.”

  “Not drunk. Maybe a little tipsy. Okay, maybe more than a little. You see, I got this text from a girl I am in love with telling me to leave her alone. It threw me off...to say the least.”

  Skylar’s mouth dropped open. “You…you are in love with me? How can you be so sure it is love and not lust? I mean, we don't really know each other.”

  “Will you please stop fucking saying how we haven’t known each other that long? I don't care if I’ve known you a day or a lifetime. I fucking know I love you!”

  “Calm down, Dylan. I wasn't trying to insult you. I was just trying to explain—” Dylan’s lips crash onto hers. She could feel everything he was--frustration, love, want, need. It was a punishing kiss, a pleasurable kiss, a kiss for the ages. She pulled away, panting. “Dylan, stop. We can't do this. Not when you’re drunk. When we do this again, I want both of us in our right minds.”

  His eyes widen. “You mean, it’ll happen again?” He raised his arms. “Yes!” Then he slowly lowered them. “Wait. You haven't said you love me.”

  “Honestly, I can't say those words to you yet. I know I care for you a great deal. That is going to have to be enough for now.”

  “Fine.” Stumbling to the bar, Dylan poured himself another drink.

  Skylar took the bottle out of his hand. “Whoa, babe. You’ve had enough. Off to bed you go.”

  “Oh, you called me ‘babe’. Warms my heart.” A crooked smile on his face, he threw his arm around her shoulders, allowing her to walk him to the bedroom.

  Flopping down onto the bed, Dylan patted the spot next to him. “You sure you don't want to join me?”

  “No, stud. Get under the covers.”

  He pouted playfully. “Party pooper. Sober or drunk, I could still show you a good time.”

  Gently pushing him back onto the pillow, she pulled the covers over him, walked into the bathroom and grabbed the aspirin, then left that and a glass of water on his nightstand. The last thing she heard him mumble was, “I love you Skylar...forever.” Shaking her head as she walked out, making sure his front door was locked, Skylar mused, I wonder if he will remember this tomorrow.

  Fuck, what did I do last night? As the memories came back, Dylan groaned, holding his head. Damn alcohol. It’s like a truth serum. How the hell will I explain this? Maybe I shouldn't even try. Let sleeping dogs lie, as they say. I won't bring it up unless she does. He rolled to his side. Oh, thank God. Aspirin. After downing three pills, Dylan rolled back over and closed his eyes.

  Chapter Nine

  Hearing a knock on the door, she opened it, seeing John standing there holding a huge arrangement of purple peonies, white carnations, and red roses...her three favorites. “Wow. They’re beautiful, John. Who are they from?”

  “No idea, but I think there is a card somewhere. I brought you a cup of coffee, too. I figured you could use it.”

  Taking the flowers and the coffee, she gave him a smile. “Thanks. I’ll see you in a bit.”

  After closing the door, Skylar put the coffee and flowers on the table, then searched for the card. Wonder who sent these. Shawn would be the only one who would know my favorites. Finally finding the card, she read it.

  Miss you. We need to talk.

  Frowning, she turned the card over. Hmm, no name, nothing to let me know who they’re from. They had to be from Shawn. She just saw Dylan last night, but maybe he wanted to talk about what he said. But wouldn’t either one of them sign their name? Oh well. She would just enjoy them and figure it out later.

  Hearing another knock on the door, she walked over and opened it, surprised to see Dylan standing there. “Hey. After last night, I figured you’d still be in bed.” Skylar smirked. “Thank you for the flowers. They’re beautiful.”
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  Walking into the room, Dylan frowned, seeing the flowers on the table. “Sorry. I didn't send you any flowers. After I took my shower and my headache dissipated, I decided to see if you wanted to grab some lunch.”

  Her stomach rumbled, making them both laugh. “I guess that is your answer.”

  “Great. Where would you like to go? In the mood for anything special?”

  “Not really. Just something simple. What about that deli down the road?”

  He bowed theatrically. “Your wish is my command. Shall we?” He gently grasped her elbow and led her out of the room.

  “What kind of sandwich are you going to get?” asked Dylan as they sat and looked over the menus.

  “Think I am going to get the Not Your Typical Club. What about you?”

  “Think I’ll get the same.” After placing their orders, they sat in silence, then Skylar smirked at him.