by Jaden Wilkes
“So if your dad named you, you said he was around when you were little?”
“Yes, until I was about five. Things were sometimes good and sometimes terrible, he was a nice guy overall from what I remember but there were times he beat her pretty bad. All I can say is that she didn’t drink and she didn’t shoot up when he was in her life, so something changed when he left her...us.”
“Do you and your brother and sister have the same dad?”
“No, they each have a different dad. I’m the lucky one I guess, I know who my father is. We’re not too sure with them, although there are rumours that mom was running around with some loser from a biker gang at that time. They look very similar, so I wouldn’t be surprised if their dad was the same guy.”
Sarah couldn’t even imagine not knowing who your family was, her community was formed around family ties. If you didn’t have family, you were nothing. Part of her fear was the thought of losing her family, if they turned their backs on her when they found out about her studies, or her deception with Eric, or about Tyr...perfect, gorgeous, wounded Tyr. For the first time she realized she could survive without their approval, if it meant following her heart and becoming something she only dreamed about as a girl, then she could do it. If Tyr could survive without strong family ties, she could have a chance. It would mean forming ties to a new community, a family of her choosing instead of her blood, but she thought about Naomi and Tyr and even Nic and her parents and was filled with optimism about what her future would bring.
*****
Their time in Prince Rupert came to an end too quickly. Sarah had tears in her eyes when they said goodbye to Nic’s parents. Tyr had gone back to his grandmother’s for another night, to visit with his family and tell them a little about Sarah, but it was all too soon for her to meet them. She was terrified at the thought of facing his past, his aunties, sister and grandmother, his friends and neighbors. She didn’t know why, she just felt like they would hate her for being weird, white, different. Maybe they would resent her for pulling him away from his Native roots, if they ever got married and had children, they would be even less Native than Tyr was, where would that leave them in the grand scheme of things? Fuck, why are you worrying about your potential children and their place in the world? You barely know him, just enjoy it and let everything unfold as it is meant to. This was the one aspect she had trouble with, up until that point her future had been so carefully choreographed by her parents that she hadn’t even thought about such dilemmas as racial identity or mixed backgrounds. Everything in her world was white, Mennonite and Christian, where did somebody like Tyr fit in? It made her feel breathless with rebellion when she came to the inevitable conclusion that her world without Tyr was not worth going back to. Now how was she ever going to break this to her parents?
*****
The drive back was uneventful, and the day swept by as quickly as the road under the wheels. Tyr let Sarah drive some of the way, which was exhilarating. She navigated the winding canyon roads with shaking hands, but drew on some well of expertise she never knew she had. This was a time of change and growth for Sarah, she was drunk on the heady feeling of being her own person, discovering who she was without the pressing weight of her community on her shoulders. At some point she had reached over to turn the music up and the four of them sung along at the top of their lungs. Sarah couldn’t get the smile off her face, she felt truly connected to these people, her new people, and knew she could handle anything life tossed her way. She glanced over at Tyr who was staring out the passenger window, a distant look in his eyes. She wanted to know what he was thinking, but didn’t want to ask. She said his name, he turned and his face lit up, somehow this was enough to get her immediately excited and she knew she couldn’t wait to get him home and under her covers. Sarah turned back to face the road, the sun was going down and there were lights approaching in the distance. The last tunnel was coming up so she gripped the wheel with both hands and adjusted her speed. Everything was coming at her so fast, but she had a firm grasp and the situation was under control. She sighed, a contented sound, and was struck with a wave of joy, nothing was going to bring her down from this lofty height if she had anything to do with it.
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
They got back into the city late on Sunday night. Sarah had an early class Monday morning, so Tyr went home. She regretted her decision the moment he drove away, she watched his taillights until he was out of sight, sighed and went upstairs. Naomi and Nic were already in bed and the apartment felt empty without Tyr by her side. She took a quick shower, got into bed and fell asleep thinking of him stretch next to her, arms wrapped around her and a smile on his face.
*****
Monday was a bust, Sarah felt trapped by her classes and would have preferred to spend the day in bed with Tyr. He loves me, I love him...we’re in love. She couldn’t concentrate on anything being said around her and kept checking her phone for the time. He had texted her first thing in the morning to let her know he was on his way to work and would see her later.
This is so bizarre, she thought. A week ago I was going crazy wondering what he thought of me, and now I have him. It’s funny how life can change in an instant.
She managed to muddle through her day and almost ran Naomi over to get the door when Tyr arrived.
“Whoa, simmer down there horny girl,” Naomi laughed and stepped out of Sarah’s way. “I didn’t think a little sexy time would turn you into such a beast.”
Sarah stopped, turned around and stuck her tongue out at Naomi. Immature, yes, but all she could muster as she waited for Tyr’s knock. She laughed when Naomi stuck her tongue out in return and headed towards her bedroom.
Sarah had the door open and was waiting in the hallway for him, he got off the elevator and his step quickened when he saw her. She was grinning like a madwoman, but didn’t care. He was here and all was right in her world again.
He swept her up into a tight hug and she buried her face in his chest. He was cold and damp from the rainy night, he smelled crisp and earthy as he held her close.
“Today has been hell,” he said at last. “I could barely take a breath without you in my mind.”
“Me too,” she replied, smiling at his admission. “I was driving everyone crazy checking the time every two minutes. I just about ran over Naomi just now too, she seemed a little miffed to be honest.”
“She’ll survive, but I won’t if we don’t eat something soon. What do you say we go back to my place and I’ll throw us something together?” he suggested. Oh wow, he cooks too. I love to eat and burn everything I try to make. This is the perfect man for me.
“Are you serious? I get to see your place? Does this mean you’re opening up to me?” she teased, but was half serious. She felt like this was a big step for him.
“This means I’m opening up to you Sarah,” he said and stepped close to her again. He kissed her, just a quick sliding of their tongues, a promise of what was to come but it was enough to make her knees weak. “I can’t help myself, I can’t say no to you,” he continued, “I want to show you where I live, I want to let you in.”
“Well, let’s go then,” she said a little too loudly, her desire taking over. “I am starving.” She threw him a suggestive sexy look and he laughed. Ok, I’ll have to work on that one, practice sexy in the mirror before I scare him off.
He rented a bachelor suite just off Commercial Drive, a very trendy area in East Vancouver. This was near the spot he had picked Tiffany up right in front of her, Sarah’s eyes narrowed as they drove past the restaurant. Tyr noticed, glanced and her and said “Don’t worry about that, I was mostly doing it to get under your skin.”
“Well, it worked. Sucks for Tiff though,” Sarah had a brief feeling of compassion for the other girl, but her gloating satisfaction booted the thought out of her head. Sex and love make me mean.
They pulled up in front of a low, boxy beige midrise most likely constructed a decade or so before her and Naomi�
�s place. There was no elevator, it was only three floors so the hike up the stairs wasn’t too bad. I guess this helps keep his ass looking so amazing, she thought as she watched him go up in front of her. That’s definitely a good thing. She loved the way it dimpled when he was thrusting into her, she would hold on with both hands and feel the muscles work, trying desperately to pull him further into her. She felt light headed in anticipation of fucking him in his bed.
He put the key in the lock and opened the door with a flourish. She stepped through and drew in her breath. It was clean and modern, very well decorated with beautiful photos and painting hanging on every wall. She took off her shoes and walked around taking it all in. The floors were hardwood, obviously original, his furnishings were spare, but looked like something out of a home decorating magazine. The space was small, but Tyr’s style kept it feeling open and airy. There was a bookshelf acting as a dividing wall between the living room and the bedroom, she stepped around it and found a queen sized bed with a thick comforter and several pillows. She fought the urge to dive in and pull him with her, she held back because she didn’t know who this man was, the man who lived in this space, and that unsettled her. She needed to get to the point that she felt comfortable in his house before she had her way with him.
Sarah sat on the low leather sectional and looked around again. She smiled, her grin getting larger the more she took in.
“Tyr Aaron Andersson, you are a surprising man,” she finally said. The tension left his body, he stopped bouncing on the balls of his feet and his shoulders fell as he relaxed. This was a big deal to him, she had been right to hold back, but she didn’t know why.
“What can I say? I’m a man with pretty damn good taste,” he said and bent to kiss her.
He went into the kitchen and gave her another chance to look around. She got up and scanned the apartment again. There were three large photographs on the wall near the entrance way. The first was of a beautiful Native woman holding a chubby toddler on her knee, she was sitting on a rock on the beach. Behind there was a gorgeous tall blonde man with a carefree smile, he had his hand on her shoulder. Tyr and his parents. The second was of an older Tyr, his mother who looked fairly rough around the edges by this point, and two small children. Obviously his younger siblings. Tyr was right, they were adorable and looked very similar to one another. The final photograph was of a single woman, advanced in years but possessing a grace and nobility that defied her years. This must be his grandmother, he has her deep brown soulful eyes.
He cleared his throat behind her, she jumped as though guilty for delving into his personal life. What a strange response, the man I’ve shared every inch of my body with, and yet I’m nervous asking him questions about his family.
“I know, good looking bunch, right?” he handed her a glass of wine and said “I’ve been saving this for a special occasion, and I think this is pretty special. So, shall we make a toast?” He held out his glass and tipped it against hers. “To us, to finding each other in the dark against the odds.”
Sarah said “To us”, took a sip, then started. “I thought you didn’t drink!” she exclaimed.
“I don’t usually drink, but when I’m home, I appreciate a fine wine or a well aged scotch. That I picked up from Nic’s dad. He gave me the gift of enjoying the drink, the ritual, without losing control.”
She sat back down on the sectional and looked up at him. “That’s awesome. As you know, we never had any alcohol in the house when I was growing up. I don’t know how to approach it either way. I don’t know how to enjoy it, but I don’t know when to stop. I’d love to learn, if you’re willing.”
“Of course I am, we’ve got all the time in the world to go over the finer aspects of a good wine,” he smiled and sipped again.
Sarah felt awkward around this sophisticated version of her lover, she thought of him as aloof and rough around the edges, he was showing a side of himself that was anything but. She was once again the one out of her element, she began to feel like a podunk church mouse again in the face of his apparent worldliness.
He sensed her discomfort and came to her side, sitting next to her. They set their drinks on the coffee table and turned to each other. Sarah reached up and brushed a lock of his hair from his forehead, it was getting longer and a little shaggy, no longer the spiky look he had when they first met.
“You are incredible,” she said to him. “Look at this place, I had no idea what to expect, but it wasn’t this.”
“What did you think it would be like?”
“I guess I was expecting more of a bachelor pad, you know, mood lighting, velvet bed cover, maybe a pop up bar,” she laughed, lightening the mood.
“You haven’t been on the bed yet,” he said and raised his eyebrows suggestively. Even though she knew he was playing, she still felt the thrill of heat in her pussy.
“I’m sure you say that to all your lady friends,” she said, trying to keep the prying jealousy from her voice. That was a fail.
Tyr looked at her, surprised. “You’re the first woman I’ve brought back to my place, this is new to me too.”
“You mean Tiff never came here?” she was relieved to come out and say it.
“She didn’t, no. I only went to her place a few times, I mainly brought her out with all of us to get you riled up. I hated what you were doing with McDouchey, and I hated that I couldn’t do anything about it.”
“That was...well, I was a bit of an idiot.”
“You weren’t anything other than sweet and trusting, he took advantage of that. I hate that he did that to you, I felt so damn helpless watching you walk right into his trap.”
“I knew what I was doing though, I thought I wanted the experience. Could we stop talking about this? I feel so humiliated about the entire thing,” Sarah grabbed her wine glass and took a long sip. Tyr put his arm around her, set her glass down and pulled her close. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said and stroked her hair, then rubbed her back. She tilted her head up, needing him more than ever at that moment. He kissed her, slowly at first, his tongue almost lazy, the movements sensual and building into an intensity she hadn’t felt from him before. He needs me too, she thought, the months I longed for him, he was longing for me. She fell into it then, allowing herself to tumble down into a crashing wave of lust and love, the sensations tossed her around and her body started to ache for him.
She moaned softly and bit his lower lip, hard. He breathed in, groaned, and placed her hand on his growing thick bulge. I’m getting to know what he likes, I’m writing my own Tyr manual every time we fuck, she thought. She bit again and felt it respond, her hand rubbing his dick through his pants, but she wanted skin. She unbuttoned them and tried to pull him out, while kissing and nibbling his lip. She wasn’t as good at this as she thought she would be, so she pulled back, laughed and said “Ok, I need some help here.”
“I can see that,” he said, pulled her in for another kiss and slipped his pants off in one swift action.
“Show off,” she giggled and leaned down. He had his hand on the back of her head, she was face to face with his massive cock again, it was huge and lovely and waiting for her. She kneeled in front of him, grasped him with one hand and slid her mouth over the head. He exhaled and said “Sarah, my Sarah....” He had both his hands entangled in her long hair, she took as much of him as she could, applying pressure with her tongue and sucking as she slowly came back up his shaft. He leaned back and groaned, a low primal sound that sent a bolt of pleasure through her pussy. She sped up slightly, enjoying the motion of her head bobbing up and down. She stuck her ass up and wiggled it, feeling a little bit naughty. As if on cue, Tyr reached out and spanked her lightly. She loved it, the crazy wild feeling of being uninhibited, free to act out everything she had thought about those long hours spent hiding under her quilt back home, not daring to touch herself in the midst of her heat.
"Sarah, stop...slow down...I'm going to-" Sarah didn't slow down, she kept her rh
ythm going, up and down, wrapping her tongue along his shaft, feeling the veins pulse in his rock hard dick. She knew he was going to cum, but she wanted him to. She wanted to drink him up and feel him soften in her mouth. She had an almost manic need to concentrate solely on his pleasure, but was pleasantly surprised at the hot throbbing she had in her pussy. Giving him this much pleasure turned her on more than she would have thought possible.
Tyr tensed up, grabbed her head and held it in place, he thrust his hips up and went still. She felt his cock jump, his muscles tightened and he exploded down the back of her throat. Fuck this is hot. She felt dirty and powerful, totally in control as she swallowed him and slowly slid her tongue around his shrinking cock. His entire body collapsed back on the sofa and he let go of her head, his hand lingering to stroke her hair, to pet her like a cat. She released him at last and sat up, feeling very pleased with herself.
She grinned, smacked her lips and asked "How was that?"
Tyr mustered up a small satisfied smile and replied "I think you know. Where have you been? How was I alive before you found your way into my life?”
“You had to settle for meaningless sex with trashy waitresses,” she quipped. Oh, that was mean. He makes me mean. He pulled his pants back over his hips and she moved to cuddle up against him and said “But seriously, I don’t know the answer to that, I’m trying to figure it out myself. Who was I before you came along? I feel like I was living in black and white, and now that I know you, the movie of my life is in colour.”
He rubbed her arm and made a small noise of agreement. She reached for her glass and had a sip, washing the acrid taste of him from her mouth.
