by Marla Monroe
Turn around, babe. Let me see your tits. They felt like they’d almost fit in my hand. Turn around.
But she didn’t. Instead, she ran her hands down over her ass then worked on something in front where he couldn’t see them. The moment her waistband loosened, Tyler’s mouth widened into a full, excited as hell, grin. She was about to take her jeans off. He would get to see if she had on matching pink panties or if she went commando to get that smooth lineless look she had going on.
Celeste shimmed the jeans down until they were past her waist and it was apparent that she wore something pink that matched her bra. High rise, hipsters, or a thong? He bet it was a thong again because there was no panty line marring her ass.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of where the material would show or not show when she finally dropped her jeans to the floor. Her hips shook a little as she pushed the material down to reveal that she had on a thong after all. He’d been right. Of course when it came to women’s asses, he pretty much ruled.
Uh, I better not share that.
Not if he wanted to spend more time with her—especially more intimate time with her and he did want to do that. Hell, Tyler wanted to tie her to his side so that he was never without her. Dangerous thoughts for a man to be thinking, but he didn’t care right then. His dick was doing his thinking for him at the moment.
She bent over again, pressing that perfectly rounded ass up in the air as she pushed the remainder of the jeans material down and stepped out of it one foot at the time. She left them there and slowly walked her hands up her legs to her thighs before standing upright again.
Celeste turned around in a slow circle before stopping so that she now faced him. He wanted to tell her enough already and tear that lacy bra and that silky thong off her body. Enough was enough already, but she took a step back as if seeing it in his eyes. That was enough to calm him down some so that she could finish undressing for him. Why had he even told her to go slow? What was he, a masochist or something?
Or something. I guess I thought she’d just pull them off and be done with it. Yeah, she could have gone slow, but this was a new definition of the word slow to him. This was torturously slow, agonizingly slow. Again, a masochist.
She turned around again and hooked her thumbs in the sides of the thong before pulling them down so that she could step out of them. That had been almost fast compared to the previous show. Maybe she was getting as anxious as he was. When she bent over and slipped them down her luscious legs, Tyler had a perfect view of her lovely ass. All he could think about was squeezing it as he pumped his cock deep.
This time he knew he groaned out loud. The vision of her bent over the bed or the arm of the chair almost unmanned him. He had to adjust himself so that he could relieve the pressure of his boxers stretched tight over his dick.
She turned around with her arms crossed over her breasts so that all he could see was what mounded up over the tops of her arm. But that pretty pussy wasn’t covered at all anymore. Celeste kept her strawberry blond curls trimmed in a neat triangle and the lips of her pussy barely showed from where he sat. He looked up to see that she seemed to be waiting on him to say something. Tyler had nothing to say. Nothing. He was speechless. So he stood up and strode across the floor toward her. She didn’t move, but he could see the question in her pretty eyes.
Tyler stood in front of her for a brief second then dropped to his knees in front of her and buried his face between her legs.
Mine! My pussy.
He couldn’t tell her that. Not yet, but he’d do it before too long. He’d just made up his mind that Celeste was his and he’d do anything to make her happy and keep her safe. He’d make this the best damn bar she’d ever want to own. He’d lay her down and make sweet love to her every chance he got. He’d bend her over his bike and fuck her like it was the last day of the world.
I’ll make sure she never has a reason to want to shoot me. I kind of like being alive right now.
He drew in her scent and rubbed his nose across her pretty curls. Her fingers raked through his hair and scratched his scalp. The sensation gave him another reminder that his cock could only take so much. Tyler stood up and swung her up into his arms. Three strides and he was able to lay her across his bed so he could kneel on the floor at the edge and pull her toward him at the perfect height for him to devour her pussy.
“I feel like I’ve been waiting to do this for most of my life. Can’t figure out where that came from, but I’m not waiting any longer.” Tyler spread her legs and licked up her slit then back down again.
He separated her pink southern lips and twirled his tongue in her juices. The little kittenish sounds she made gave him a small dose of satisfaction that he was doing something right. He wanted to hear more of those but he also wanted to hear her scream his name. Those were his goals—for now.
When he circled her clit with his tongue, Tyler had to hold her down. He swore there were bucking horses who couldn’t move like she did. He chuckled against her pussy, knowing the vibrations would send her moving again and he wasn’t disappointed. She rocked against his mouth with moans and whimpers.
Tyler took mercy on her and thrust a finger inside of her, letting her juices smooth his way. Her satisfied moan didn’t last long when he removed it so he could add a second finger. That stopped the growl she’d immediately let loose. Now she rocked against his fingers, her hands gripping the covers in a convulsive rhythm, or maybe she kneaded them like a cat looking for comfort, only Celeste needed relief.
He thrust both fingers in and out of her hot channel while he rubbed his tongue over her clit then sucked it into his mouth where he gave it a light bite. That sent her over the edge before either of them expected it. She screamed and he cursed as she clamped down on his hand, wrapping her legs around his neck and grinding her pussy against his face.
Hell, yeah. Next time she screams my name, though.
After he was sure she’d had enough, Tyler released her clit and slowly pulled his fingers free of her hot, wet pussy. He glanced up her body to watch her chest rise and fall in hard pants. Her eyes were closed but her face was slack with exhaustion and hopefully relief.
“Catch your breath, babe. I’ve got to get my cock inside of you before I end up with a hard on that I can’t get rid of.”
She chuckled but didn’t open her eyes. “Might be fun trying, though.”
Tyler laughed and shook his head. She was perfect. Yeah, she had some flaws, somewhere, but so did he. He had a lot of them. Didn’t matter, though. He knew she’d killed a man so there couldn’t be anything he might need to know more important than that. She’d trusted him enough to tell him her story. He would treasure that the rest of his life. Right now, though. Tyler had a pretty big itch to scratch.
“Tyler?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“Fuck me. I need you inside of me. Fill me up with that big cock of yours.”
It was all he needed to hear. Tyler stood up and stepped out of his boxers. She opened her eyes to watch him and when he caught her staring at him, she licked her lips with just the tip of her tongue.
“Fuck me.” She was killing him.
He climbed onto the bed and crawled between her legs. She’d scooted up some to give him room. It wouldn’t have mattered, because he would have made it work with the shape he was in. He’d be lucky to last more than two strokes if he didn’t regain a little control. Tyler spread her wide and positioned his cockhead at her slit. When he began to push his way inside of her hot pussy, he had to think of something else to keep from embarrassing himself before he even got inside of her.
I hate spiders. Big fuzzy ones with all of those eyes could be climbing up the side of the bed right now.
It helped, but not by much. Tyler thrust the last inch inside of her and bumped against her cervix. He stilled. He prayed he hadn’t hurt her. Maybe he should have asked if she liked that or not. Some women didn’t, saying the pain was too much and cut the pleasure out.
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nbsp; When she didn’t say anything, he decided she was okay. He’d ask her later so he would know the next time. For now, he’d hold back.
Next time. Yeah, there’ll be a next time and a time after that. I’m making her mine.
“Tyler. Move. I need you to move. Please.” Her voice almost ended in a whine.
He dropped the internal dialogue and concentrated instead on fucking his woman. She might not know it yet, but she was. He thrust deep inside of her cunt, his cock so hard it almost hurt. Her hot, wet channel hugged him like a koala hugged a eucalyptus tree. If his cock had been his neck, she’d have strangled him to death.
As it was, he didn’t mind her strangling his dick one little bit. The tighter she squeezed, the closer he got and the harder he fucked her. She rewarded him with return thrusts and a tighter channel. This was too good. He couldn’t hold on any longer. Tyler thrust his hand between them and found her clit. One good pinch as he sheathed himself again and she screamed his name just like he’d planned.
Tyler pumped in one more time and emptied his cum inside her hot cunt, his ass cheeks cramping as he convulsed over her. He swore his balls turned inside out. So. Damn. Good. Nothing had ever felt so fine as filling her with his seed.
Seed.
Fuck! No condom. What was I thinking? I wasn’t, that’s the damn problem. Ah, hell, she’s going to kill me.
Even though he thought about the fuck up he’d made, Tyler couldn’t regret what they’d done. It had been about the best thing he’d ever experienced. He could only pray that she thought the same thing. He’d make sure he kept condoms on hand from now on.
“Um, Celeste?”
Chapter Six
Celeste didn’t want to answer Tyler. She was content just lying beneath him and enjoying the aftermath of their lovemaking. He’d rocked her world and he wanted her to talk? Was he delusional or something?
I want to remember this. It might never happen again.
“Celeste?”
“Yeah?”
“I forgot to put on a condom. I’m sorry, baby. I should have…”
“It’s okay, Tyler. I, um, can’t get pregnant.” She pushed at him until he moved off of her.
The feel of him slipping from inside of her tore something loose in her chest. The high she’d been riding was gone now, effectively shot down by the memory of why she couldn’t get pregnant.
“Whoa there. Are you okay? Are we okay?” he asked.
“Yeah. Everything’s fine, Tyler. I’d better finish getting ready for tomorrow. Monday nights are big for some reason. Mid-week slows down to a crawl, though.” She knew she was rambling.
“Stop it. Just stop it, Celeste. What’s going on? You’re not okay. I don’t give a damn what you said. Talk to me.” Tyler rolled back over to cover her without putting any pressure on her.
“About what?”
“Why things went from a-fucking-mazing to ice bucket in the face cold?”
His eyes held so much in them. She could see his confusion and her reflection there.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fuck up your post-coitus glow. Excuse me. I’ve got a business to run.”
Anger boiled her blood now. Not at Tyler, but at everything Burt had taken from her. Her baby and her ability to ever have one. She screamed inside, wanting to let it out, but she couldn’t do that.
“Whoa! Back the fuck up, Celeste. Everything was fine until I told you that I’d forgotten to wear a condom. Is it that I forgot or is it that you can’t get pregnant?”
He hit it out of the park with one swing. She was sure he caught her flinch when he said it out loud. She’d preferred to forget about it entirely, and had managed to do just that by refusing to allow herself to get in the position for it to need to be discussed in the first place. In other words, Celeste had been celibate ever since that fateful day.
A first it was because of the trial and then the pain and healing that needed to happen. After that, she just didn’t feel the urge. It was so much easier to wake up every day when she shoved that part of her life deep into the back of her mind and put everyone’s attitude and treatment of her down to the bar situation. She refused to apologize to anyone, much less herself, for killing the bastard. She also refused to connect her inability to nurture a child in her womb to killing Burt Johnson for beating her.
“We shouldn’t have done this,” Celeste finally spoke up. “I don’t like to think about it and this only brought it back again.”
She would have pushed him off of her and run away, but he wasn’t about to let her. He didn’t hurt her, but he wouldn’t move even when she thumped her fists on his chest. He just grabbed her hand in his.
“Stop it, Celeste. Talk to me, baby. Don’t do this to yourself—to us. You can’t tell me that you didn’t feel us together. You can’t lay there and say this didn’t affect you in a good way.” He shook his head when she started to tell him that it sure as hell had affected her. “I’m not talking about the memory or that you can’t have a baby. I’m talking about what we did together. We connected in a way I’ve never connected with another human before.”
“Don’t you see? It doesn’t matter. I can’t have children and this…” she waved her hand between them. “Whatever it is, only reminds me of that. I’m not strong enough to live with that every time we get together.”
She couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. She just met the man the night before and had a no sex with employee rule, yet somehow he’d managed to break through all of her strongest locks. What did that say about him?
He’s dangerous.
“That’s just it, Celeste. You don’t have to be strong enough all alone. Let me help you. I’ll give you my strength and we can work through it together. I want to be your strength anytime you need it.”
She just stared up at him. Her confusion reflected back at her in his eyes. What was he saying?
“What are you saying? Are you telling me you want to have some sort of relationship? You know that can’t happen. This shouldn’t have happened. You’re my employee, and I don’t…”
“I know. You don’t fraternize with employees. Well, you did, and here we are. I’m not going anywhere, and yes, I want a relationship of some kind.”
Celeste felt as if she’d been slapped. He wanted to be with her. That sounded so simple, and yet it was so complicated. It meant changing all of her carefully designed safeguards around her heart. It meant opening herself up to another person in a way that he could really hurt her. Like Burt had.
Tyler wouldn’t hit me or take my child from me. I don’t know how I know that, but I do.
She’d never felt completely comfortable with Burt, but then she just thought it was because she’d always been uneasy around men.
I don’t feel that way around Tyler. It’s just the opposite. I feel safe with him.
“What kind of relationship?” she finally asked.
“Let’s just say long-term and leave it at that until you’re more comfortable with the idea.” He rolled off of her and sat up, running one hand through his hair. “Celeste, there’s something between us, and I want to find out how deep it goes.”
She stared at his back, trying to judge his sincerity and falling short at finding it lacking. Could she do it? Could she drop her defenses and open herself up to him?
“I—I’d like that, too. I’m not promising anything, but I want to know.”
His head snapped around, a look of utter relief showed in how he sighed and closed his eyes for a second. Celeste didn’t think she’d ever seen anything so comforting as a man showing his relief that she wanted to spend more time with him. Intimate time. Not just physically, but also emotionally. Men didn’t normally do emotion. Maybe she should be worried, but at that point in time, she wasn’t.
“So how is this going to work?” she asked. Celeste felt shy, something she’d never really been before.
“It starts with me cooking dinner for you and you taking a nice long soak to relax. Ho
w about that?” His wide grin was infection and Celeste found herself joining him.
“Sounds like heaven on my end. I’ll go along with that.”
“So go already. No one will see you if you walk over to your apartment naked, now will they?” He winked and stood up, flashing his muscular ass in her direction.
Celeste allowed her playful side to sneak out and she leaned over to bite the juicy selection of male fanny before giggling and grabbing up her clothes to race across the room to his door. She managed to get it open before he caught her and swung her up in his arms.
“Thought that was funny, huh? Just remember, babe. Turnabout and all. I’ll get you back.” He kissed her on her nose and kicked the door wider open before strutting over to her door. “Got your key in that mess somewhere?”
She rummaged around in the pocket of her jeans and pulled out her keys. He leaned her toward the lock and waited for her to unlock the door. Then he carried her to her bedroom and let her slide to her feet.
“I’ll see you in a couple of hours, okay?”
“I’ll be there.”
* * * *
Tyler couldn’t help but smile the entire time he prepared their meal. This was almost too good to be true. He knew she was hesitant, but he’d work her around to his way of thinking. She just needed time and tenderness. He could give her that in spades. He realized that he was really happy for the first time since he’d met Amanda. Now it all seemed childish and immature. That made him want to call and check in on them. Later. He’d fill Morgan in on meeting Celeste.
He bet little Anna had grown a foot since he’d last seen her. She was about one and a half now. He wondered if they were thinking about having another child so Anna would have a little brother or sister to play with.
That reminded him that Celeste couldn’t have children and he hurt for her. He would love to have a child to spoil and watch grow up, but they could adopt if she were willing. Didn’t have to be from him and her, just a child who needed love. There were so many out there without that love and who desperately wanted a home that would be the same every day. He found that he liked that idea more and more as he shoved the homemade chicken pie into the oven.
