by Skye Turner
She rolls her eyes and laughs. “You have got to be kidding me.” She pinches herself. “Is this a joke? Am I on Candid Camera?”
I laugh, too. “No joke. I’m dating Ty. We’re a couple. I’m not engaged. And Daddy and Momma know and support us. Grandma is thrilled.”
“I’ll bet Grandma is thrilled. She loves that clown,” Tifanie says.
We talk a bit more and Tifanie seems to be ok with everything. She offers to make us some coffee before she has to jump in the shower to get ready for their shift. We accept and spend an hour just chit chatting and laughing.
I’ve never been like this with her before. This is nice.
I’ve really been missing out on this kind of thing because I was such a snob.
I vow that Tifanie and I will get closer. After all, she’s my sister and the best friend/ partner of my boyfriend.
My boyfriend.
I have a boyfriend. Funny, I’m twenty-four and my number of actual boyfriends can be counted on one hand.
The number of important ones is… one.
He’s sitting beside me.
Ty takes the cups to Tifanie’s kitchen and it’s just her and me for a minute. She looks at me and smiles. I smile back shyly.
She says, “You know… you look happy, AnnaBeth.” She sighs. “You deserve to be happy.” She looks into the kitchen where Ty is humming as he rinses the cups. His bright auburn hair and broad back cause my heart to flutter. She looks back to me. “You both deserve to be happy.”
Then, she grins.
My sister really is beautiful.
She bumps my arm with her shoulder as she says, “Looks like both the Bellaforte broads have killed Daddy’s dream. I’m in love with a rock star and you… well, you’re in love with Ty.”
Smiling, I reply, “No, we didn’t kill his dreams. We’re just showing him we can create our own destinies.”
She chuckles. “Yeah, I guess so.”
She stands and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Good for you, little sister. I’m proud of you.” She heads down her hall as Ty walks out of the kitchen and sees me sitting on the couch grinning like a fool. She calls out to both of us, “You should have told me, but I forgive you. Now, get out of my house. I have to get ready for work.” She pops her head around the door-jamb and wiggles her fingers. “See you in a bit, Ty. See you soon, AnnaBeth.”
With a heart overflowing with happiness, I follow Ty out to his truck so he can bring me home.
This is turning into a dream. I’m dating a man I actually love and I just might get a relationship with my sister, too.
Things are pretty perfect.
Chapter Eighteen
Ty
Things have been pretty amazing the past few weeks. Dating AnnaBeth is a little different from what I expected, but we’re learning. She stays at my house most of the time other than the few nights I’ve stayed at her apartment. We haven’t been back out to the mansion, but I think she sleeps there when I’m working the night shift with Tifanie.
Every night that I’m not at the station, we’re together.
I have the next three days off and tonight is our first “event” together.
The hospital Gala is tonight and I’m accompanying AnnaBeth. Tifanie and Cruz will be there as well as the Senator and Mrs. Bellaforte.
It’s a huge deal and AnnaBeth has been under a lot of pressure the past few weeks. She’s getting ready at the mansion and then she’ll meet me here at my house before we head to the Gala together. I haven’t seen her today because she was doing last minute stuff and then getting ready.
I rented a tuxedo because that’s not something that’s a part of my wardrobe, however AnnaBeth has stated that I might need to purchase one.
That makes me nervous. Before now, we’ve done normal couple things. We’ve gone on dates and out to dinner. We’ve cooked and watched movies and been to Mustangs a few times. Basically, done things in my world. This is the first time I’m attending a “high society” event and I’m not certain I’ll fit in. I’m glad Tif is coming. She’ll keep me calm and I can hang with her when AB is busy. I don’t really know anyone else other than Coralee. But she’s been scarce lately as well.
Oh well, no time to dwell on it. AnnaBeth has been on my turf for a while, it’s only fair that I have to do a few of these with her, too.
But shit… could I be any more uncomfortable?!
As I’m slipping my black shiny shoes on and grimacing at feeling like I’m a penguin, my cell buzzes.
“Princess
Heading your way. The limo will be there in about ten minutes. Can’t wait to see how handsome you look in your tuxedo.”
Shit!
I forgot we were taking a limo.
Ty Boudreaux in a limo and mingling with the elite of the elite tonight… Good lord.
I chuckle as I try to tamp my anxiety down.
It’s fine. I can handle the blue bloods. I’m with AnnaBeth. I just need to act like I belong.
Why am I so fucking nervous?!
Shit! I’m acting like a teenager going to senior prom.
HA! Only instead of sweating teenage boys all hoping to get into their dates’ panties after the dance, I’ll be surrounded with people whose pockets are so deep, they can buy the state of Louisiana without blinking.
Jumping around and shaking out my shoulders, I quell a bit of the anxiety. My eyes are drawn to the window as I see a long white stretch limo pull into my driveway.
Heading to the door, I take a deep breath before opening it.
All the blood rushes from my head straight to my groin as AnnaBeth steps out of the backseat. Her blonde hair is down, but curled and one side is pinned back with a sparkly clasp. Her dress is strapless, and perfectly fitted to her slight form. The material lovingly hugs her breasts and hips. It looks like liquid silver. It’s covered with thousands of little gems that look like diamonds that are catching the light and creating prisms. On her feet are sparkly delicate heels.
She’s awash in sparkle and color. She truly looks like a fairy princess.
She looks beautiful. I can’t catch my breath.
What did I ever do to deserve this vision standing before me?
Jesus, Ty! The poetic shit again?!
Shut up. She looks amazing. I can’t believe that this gorgeous woman is mine.
She smiles slightly and asks shyly, “What do you think?” Her eyes are drinking me in, too and I see her breath catch in her chest.
A smile lights my face at her question and her blatant appreciation for the way I look in this monkey suit. My teeth flash and I squint from the rays bouncing off her dress. “You look beautiful, princess.” Pulling the door closed behind me, I cross to her and stop just in front of her so I can look down and take in the full range of her beauty. “I can’t catch my breath, AB. You’re gorgeous.”
She smiles. “You look pretty tasty yourself, Ty.”
Holding out her hand, she gestures to the car. “Our chariot awaits.”
With a grin, I take her hand and help her into the car. It takes her a minute to settle. When she’s done, I climb in and slide to face her.
I just stare at her and she fidgets uneasily on the seat.
“Why are you staring at me?”
“Because you’re beautiful.”
She blushes. “You know what I look like, Ty.”
I nod. “I know I do. You’re beautiful all the time, but tonight… this is you in your element, AnnaBeth. This is what you were born to look like.”
Her breath catches. “Thank you.”
I nod. “I mean it. I’m staring at you because I can’t not stare at you. You captivate me, princess. You captivate me all the time, but something about you in this dress…”
She laughs. “Wait until you see what I have on for you… under the dress.”
The ability to breathe alludes me.
What? Oh, hell no.
She cannot say shit like that to me when she looks like a dream and exp
ect me not to react.
I want to throw her down on the seat and raise her dress while I mark her. I want her to walk around in that fancy dress that probably cost more than my house with remnants of me inside of her.
Stop with the caveman shit!
Jesus, man! What is wrong with you?!
You’re acting like a man possessed.
Shaking my head to clear those kinds of thoughts, I casually ask her, “You’re wearing something special for me? Under that finery?”
She blushes and nods.
My cock swells against the front of my pants. I groan. “I’m going to tell you that I want to fuck you senseless right now, AnnaBeth.” Her gorgeous eyes go wide. “The thought of taking you in that dress, of marking you… of claiming your body before we head into this fancy event… my thoughts are carnal, princess.”
With a glance at the closed window between the back and the driver of the limo, she gasps. “You’re turning me on, Ty.” She licks her lips and lets her gaze travel my length. My cock swells even more. Her eyes feast on the bulge in my pants. Raising her eyes, she meets mine. “We have about twenty minutes…”
Huh? She wants me to take her in the limo? On the way to the event?
No way!
She’s not serious.
I gasp out, “What?”
Leaning over, she says clearly, “I want you to fuck me. Right now.”
I blink and look at her again.
She’s serious.
I manage to get out, “I can’t. You’re all dolled up. I’m in a tuxedo. We’re in a limo, AnnaBeth. We’re meeting your parents. You can’t be serious.”
Reaching over, she cups my length. I twitch in her palm. She smiles. “But, I am serious, Ty. I want you.”
My balls are straining and my cock is so engorged at this devil woman’s words, but I can’t. We can’t. I’ll mess her all up.
She tightens her grip. “Time is ticking, lover.”
Then, she leans back and raises the hem of her dress. As each inch of her glorious legs are revealed, I realize that I’m about to give in. I’m about to take AnnaBeth in a limo on the way to the event. We both want it and I can’t tell her no.
Once the material is to her thighs, she slowly spreads them and shows me that she’s not wearing panties. Dear God. She has nothing on under that dress!
I can’t say no.
*
AnnaBeth
Are you really showing Ty that you’re bare under this dress?
Who is this woman? This is not me…
But this is me. This is the me I am when I’m with Ty.
This is the woman he brings out of me.
I want him. Right now.
The way he was just talking to me… Sweet Jesus. No man has ever talked to me like that. I love it.
I want it. I want him.
As I drag the hem of the dress to my waist, I can see Ty’s pants tenting. If he doesn’t take me, he’s going to have a hard time hiding that.
With my dress around my hips, Ty can clearly see that I’m bare. I wore no panties for him. I wanted this to happen.
He groans, but before he can say anything, I crook my finger at him.
With a shake of his head, he climbs over the seat. His hands are traveling over my thighs. He stops at the apex. I lean back and open my legs wider for him. I can smell myself. My arousal fills the back of the car.
The windows are tinted, but I can see out of them. The reality of what we’re doing, the idea that we can be seen at any time if the driver decides to open the window, sends another flood of moisture to my core.
Ty inhales deeply. I look at him. His skin is drawn tight across his cheekbones and he’s clenching his jaw. His hand stills on my thigh. Taking my own, I cover it and move it the remaining centimeters to where he needs to be. Guiding his hand, I slide his fingers between my nether lips. I’m so wet. He slips a finger inside of me and my head lolls back onto the seat as I groan in delight.
He inserts another finger and slides them in and out a few times. I bite my lip as he continues to sink his fingers inside of me.
With a guttural groan, he grasps my hips and flips me over. I’m on my knees on the seat with my dress around my waist. My ass is presented to him. I’m on full display. I can feel myself clenching in anticipation. With a tortured groan, I hear his zipper go down. I can’t see behind me, but my senses are so heightened that the anticipation of the unknown turns me on even more. I feel his tip probe me and then, without warning… he slams in. He’s buried to the hilt and it causes my body to jerk from the force of his thrust. He leans over me and grips my hips as he starts to furiously fuck me.
Sex with him has never been this hard and fast before. I love it. He’s pounding into me and my body is gripping him, trying to hold him in place. I’m gasping from the intensity and the pleasure. I can feel Ty’s breath on my bare shoulders as he continues to thrust. I’m baring down on him and pushing against his groin. Within minutes, my body tightens and I cry out as I reach the peak. “Ty. Don’t stop. Don’t stop… Ohhhhhhh.” I convulse around him as my arms give out. I lay my face against the seat as he quickens his pace and then, he groans, “Oh, baby… You’re so fucking perfect. God…. AnnaBeth…. Ahhhhhhhh.”
He slumps onto my back and I grin as he attempts to catch his breath.
A minute later, he pulls out and says, “Jeez, AnnaBeth… You’re a sorceress. You’re going to kill me, princess. That was fucking unbelievable.”
Turning my head, I smile at him. “It was, lover.” I see then that his tuxedo pants are pulled to his hips and his thick cock is softening.
When he sees me looking at his groin, a slight blush spreads across his cheeks.
I giggle as I try to straighten my dress. I can feel his seed deep inside of me. “Hey, Ty.”
He looks at me and crooks a brow. “Yeah, princess?”
“That was fucking hot!”
He throws his head back and laughs before he sobers and leans over to press a soft kiss to my mouth. “It was. It certainly was.” Then with a chuckle, he tucks his shirt in and refastens his pants, before smoothing his jacket down. He smirks at me. “You’re something else, princess.”
I am something else. I really am.
I’m not the same woman I was a few months ago. That AnnaBeth would have never dreamed about having sex in the back of a limo on the way to an event.
No, I like this AnnaBeth so much better.
I think this AnnaBeth is the real me.
It just took Ty to bring her out of hiding.
Chapter Nineteen
Ty
I’m watching as AnnaBeth flits around the room. This is her element and the Gala is a raging success. The room is filled with money and from what she told me when she was able to spend a minute with me, the event is projected to bring in over two million dollars for the Children’s Hospital.
My gaze follows her as she shakes hands and kisses cheeks. She’s greeting every person in the room by name and I know that the reason the event is so successful is because she and Coralee worked so hard on it.
We’ve been here about three hours already and I think I’ve spent like ten minutes with her. Thank God, Tif and Cruz are here. I’d die of boredom without them. Cruz isn’t a talker and is pretty much just standing next to me, sipping a drink.
Tif and I are conversing. She’s pointing out who people are and giving me details about their lives. What’s funny is that she isn’t immersed in this lifestyle. She shuns it, actually, but she still knows everything about everyone.
The sordid tales of who’s sleeping with who often under their spouse’s nose are keeping us entertained.
Senator and Mrs. Bellaforte arrived about an hour ago, but they’re making their rounds as well and haven’t made it near the bar where we’re situated yet.
Tif excuses herself to use the ladies room and leaves Cruz and me alone. He laughs lightly as he looks over at me as I once again try to loosen my collar. “Man, you look so unc
omfortable.”
I chuckle. “And you’re perfectly content to be here around these people?!”
He shudders. “God no. I hate these things. I’m only here for Tif.”
I nod. “I get it. I’m only here for AnnaBeth.” My gaze once again focuses on her as she’s smiling and laughing with a group of people. People like her. My stomach clenches before I can stop it and I mutter, “Look at her. She’s in her element here. This is where she shines. And here I am in the corner.”
Cruz doesn’t say anything but he grunts in response.
My stomach starts to churn as I see AnnaBeth throw her head back in delight at something some well-dressed man, with diamond cuff links popping out of his jacket sleeves, says.
Suddenly, bleached blonde hair is in my line of vision.
Fuck! Seriously?!
Cindee strolls over in a navy silk dress that fits her like a glove. She smiles at me coldly. “Fancy meeting you here, Ty. This doesn’t seem like your crowd.”
I grunt. “Yeah, well it’s not yours either.”
She smirks. “Why are you holding up the wall, Ty?” She glances over her shoulder and smiles as she watches AnnaBeth charm the crowd. “Your rich girlfriend decide you could tag along but not stay on her arm as she mingles with her people.” She laughs. “You should have stuck with me, Sexy. I’m more your speed and I’d never stick you in a corner.” She finger waves as a distinguished older gentleman calls her over. “Toodles.”
Well, that was fun.
What am I doing here?
I don’t belong here. Why am I even here? It’s not like AnnaBeth needs me here. In three hours, she’s spoken to me about three times. She’s making her rounds in the room and I’m standing along the wall like a jackass.
Cindee is right. She hasn’t asked me to make the rounds with her.
Why did she ask me to come if she was just going to leave me to my own devices?
I was under the assumption that we were going to be here as a “couple”… but if we were here as a couple, then wouldn’t I be by her side instead of stuck in the corner and told to have fun while she was the center of attention?
I start to get pissed as I think about it.
