Find A Way Or Make One

by Kelley, E. C.

  Oh God! Please don’t bring that night up! It is hard enough to not fall at this man’s feet and beg him for whatever crumbs of affection he can give me; I don’t know if I can relive our first night together and stay sane.

  “I had a fantastic time tonight Wyatt. The band was really great. I mean the rhythm of their songs made each one seem to flow into the next, and the soloist’s voice was so deep and smooth. They absolutely rock!” Shit, I know that I am talking way too much, but I just can’t help it! It was either that or I was going to steal Meg Ryan’s lines from Top Gun. ‘Take me to bed or lose me forever!’ I don’t know what but this man has the almost magnetic pull that tugs at me, body and soul. He hasn’t said anything since I finally stopped jabbering on about the band tonight. I stare at his chest, too afraid of what I might find there to look him in the eyes. After a few seconds that seem like forever, I feel a callused hand softly trail down my cheek until one finger is under my chin, where it slowly raises it until I have no choice but to look him in the eye.

  The intensity in his gaze causes me to catch my breath. Wyatt slowly leans down until his lips almost brush my ear to reply, “I am glad you had a good time tonight Kylee. I will have to take your word for it that the band was good, because honestly? Anything that didn’t have to do with you; your eyes, your smile, your laugh, your body, was a complete blur to me. You totally eclipsed anyone and everything else tonight.” He started kissing down my jaw until he got to my chin. With little nibbles he slowly makes his way to my lips. The kiss that follows is completely consuming; demanded possession of my soul.

  Because of the differences in height, Wyatt has to pull me up to reach his lips. As if possessed, my arms wrap around his neck and my legs wrap around his waist. Wyatt moves until my back is pressed up against the door to my apartment and his hands move down my back to grab on to my ass.

  Once I was securely held up between Wyatt and the door, his right hand began moving to my left hip under my sweater, then up my rib cage until his fingers were brushing the underside of my breast. A sharp tingle ran up and down my body as Wyatt started massaging small circles in the underside of my breast, causing a small gasp to escape my lips.

  “Darlin’ I am not going to push. But if you want me to stop, you better tell me to leave now, cause if you don’t we will be taking this little foray to more private and less conspicuous surroundings. So darlin’, what is it to be?”

  Biting my lip, I took a deep breath. As I looked up, his silver gaze took control of my eyes, and I swear it was like he was looking into my soul. There were a million reasons why it would be a bad idea; and that would probably prove to be a vast understatement. But as I looked into his eyes, there was no way that I could have told him to leave.

  Taking a deep breath, I quirked one side of my mouth up into a half smile. “My keys are in my right front pocket.”

  Wyatt let out a deep breath. “Darlin’ you have just saved my sanity. Now let’s get those damn keys and get inside.” As he groped my pocket for my keys, little pulses of shivers ran up my side. Oh my God. I was really going to do this. But somehow I didn’t feel any hesitation; no need to stop and get my bearings. No the only thing I felt was inevitability. Like I was finally giving in to something as meant to be as the coming tide or the sun rising in the East or setting in the West.

  Once we got into me apartment, Wyatt headed down the hallway that led to my bedroom. Upon entering the bedroom, Wyatt walked to the foot of the bed, where he then threw me down. As he looked down on me, I could see the fire burning in his eyes. As he lowered himself down on top of me, he raised my upper body enough so that my sweater was quickly discarded as he pushed it up and off my body.

  “My God darlin’, you are beautiful. I don’t believe I have ever looked at anything more exquisite than you.” As he said this he began rocking his body into mine; his erection grinding into my core.

  As we kissed, I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt until they were finally undone. My hands ran up his torso until they meet with the hair on his chest. “Hmmmm, you feel so good Wyatt.” I moved back down his chest and then came back up again. If something more didn’t happen soon, I was going to explode.

  Wyatt stopped kissing me long enough to rise up and softly brush my hair out of my face. With a quick kiss on my nose, he slowly stood up. I offered immediate protest by wrapping my legs around his waist. “Darlin’, this will be a lot more fun if I get my jeans off and the rest of your clothes take a hike as well.”

  Understanding his intent, I quickly released him. While he was pushing his jeans off his body, I made quick work of my bra and thong. When he saw my thong go flying through the air, he cursed softly. “Next time I am going to take my time and unwrap you slowly like the present you are. But right now, if it took any more time, I would combust into a heap of ashes.”

  The words he was saying as a whole made no sense to me; I was too far gone. The words that did resonate with me were next time. Those words filled my heart with warmth. As he lay back down, he kissed my lips passionately. He then rose up a little and began kissing his way down my body. When his lips reached my belly button, I tensed up immediately. I had only been with Travis, and he had never wanted to be on the giving end of anything like this.

  Wyatt, could sense my hesitation. “Darlin’, are you going to tell me that no one has ever feasted on the prettiest pussy God ever made? Well that is a damn crime, but I honestly can’t be all that mad. That just means I get to be the only one that has ever had the pleasure. And because of that, I am going to give you a little test of heaven on Earth.”

  Using his tongue, Wyatt outlined my nether lips, from top to bottom; then back up again. He then circled my clit with his tongue, first clockwise, then counter-clockwise. He continued this as a tension began building up, low in my belly, until it felt like continuous electrical explosion erupted between my legs. It was so powerful I had to close my eyes.

  When the explosions subsided, I felt Wyatt begin to kiss his way back up my body. When he got to my neck he kissed a path all the way to my ear that he began nibbling on. While he was doing that I felt him reach for something on the night stand. When I heard something rip, I realized that he had brought a condom. Good thing one of us was thinking. I mean, I had been on birth control since I was fifteen, but I had never had sex without using a condom…willingly anyway. After Toby got me out of the cabin, and I was taken to the hospital, I had had the complete range of tests, so I knew I was clean, but it was too early to think of children.

  He positioned himself between my legs, and while he was still on his knees, I got a quick chance to take in his naked body before he lowered himself onto me, and the first thought that popped into my head immediately left my mouth. “It’s not going to fit!”

  Wyatt threw his head back and let out a sharp laugh, “Oh it will fit, it will fit so, so, sooo good.” He reached under me and grabbed my ass. Lifting me up, he thrust into me and I swear I could feel my eyes pop out of my head. I heard Wyatt saying something. It sounded like fuck, but I’m not for sure. After being still for a moment with his eyes closed, his eyes opened and he began a rhythm that soon had the tension once again tingling between my legs. As his thrust became more and more erratic, he reached down and stroked my clit. With one last thrust, I felt his finger squeeze. As we both let out a scream, his head fell on my shoulder.

  I felt someone stumble into me. That was the only reason I was brought back to the present and did not lose myself in the memory of our first night together. After making sure that I had firmly regained my balance I quickly glance up at Wyatt. I force myself to steel my heart against his quirky half smile. When it’s over it’s over. No take backs and NO SECOND CHANCES! While I might act like I have my shit together, and most of the time I do; but I know that Wyatt Masters could completely unravel me. He has done it before, and I can’t let it happen again.

  “Darlin’ Princess, there is so much I have to explain to you. Nothing you saw t
hat night was real. Please believe me!”

  Damn, sometimes it sucks being known for having a forgiving heart! “Really? You weren’t out on a date with some lady that obviously fit in better with your social class? When you had told me that you had night maneuvers?”

  Wyatt’s hand went up to rub his neck, followed by his scalp in a classic sign of frustration. “Damn Princess, yes that is what happened, but there is more to it than that! I wa…”

  Whatever Wyatt had been about to say was suddenly cut off by a sexy blond that wrapped her arms around Wyatt’s neck, and leaned into him. “Hey, Wyatt baby. I can’t believe you left me at the hotel! Oh well, we can have so much fun now. Let’s dance!”

  “Shut the ever loving fuck up Sable! I told you this wasn’t going to happen, so give it a rest already!”

  Wyatt jerk out of her arms and turned to me with a look of complete panic in his eyes. “Darlin’ Princess, please you’ve got to give me a chance to explain. This isn’t what it looks like; not at all!” As start struggling with Wyatt to try to get him to let me go so I can leave, but he refuses to let go of my hands.

  “Wyatt baby, I am going to go back to the hotel. I will let you make this up to me later.” And there goes blond tramp number two; exit stage left.

  Well I had much better things to do than sit here and listen to his complete and utter bullshit, only to have my heart trampled by him yet again. I turned to walk over to the stage steps, when Wyatt grabbed my arm. “Darlin’ Princess, I know this looks bad but let me explain!”

  “Answer one question; is she here with you; as in staying with you in your hotel room?”

  All the color drains from Wyatt’s face. “Yes, bu…”

  Shaking my head, I jerk my arm from his hand and head for the steps. “That is all the answer I need. As for the rest? Just save it. Because my dear, I don’t give a damn.” I leave him there, with my head held high and my heart still intact.

  Too bad for seven years it hasn’t been in my possession.

  7

  “If it is to be, it is up to me”

  William H. Johnsen

  Wyatt

  Dammit! Dammit to ever loving hell! Just when I finally get her alone, well relatively alone anyway, Sable has to come and fuck it all up. I know she had been hesitant to give me that time of day, but I could have at least planted a small seed of doubt in her mind about what happened. But no, Sable had to come over, and screwed up any chance I had. Kylee was pissed, and I don’t know how to get her to listen to me now.

  I go to the bar to get a beer. Shit, she quoted Gone with the Wind to me; not the movie, the book. But hell she had always been quirky like that. I can still remember her telling me that Gone with the Wind was her favorite book, but not even Clark Gable could make her more than tolerate the movie.

  Damn it where did she go? I quickly start scanning the club for her, but she is nowhere to be found. As I was walking to the door to leave, I hear some drunken English guys slur out an exclamation. “Shit! The girl on stage with the boys from Jagged Pill is one fine piece of arse! Holy Jesus, she plays guitar as good as she looks! If she can sing I am done!”

  While there was no reason for me to think that the girl on stage was Kylee, I felt an eerie as hell sense of dread settle in my stomach. I turned around and headed back to the stage. Sure enough, Kylee in all her glory was up on stage, with a black and purple guitar strapped on, playing the opening guitar riff at the beginning of Theory of a Dead Man’s song, Bad Girlfriend. As I walk closer to the stage, my mind quickly reassesses the past. I can’t help but close my eyes and groan as I realize that the friends that Kylee had wanted me to meet that night were the members of Jagged Pill. The mistakes of the past just keep piling up.

  The lead singer for Jagged Pill, uses his hands to try to get the crowd to simmer down. “As you can see, tonight we have special guest joining us on stage. Kye is an old friend and let me tell you, she sings even better than she looks. We are going to slow it down a bit as she and I do a cover of Picture. Believe me when I say, you won’t be disappointed.”

  When it gets to Kylee’s turn to sing, I am blown away. My Darlin’ Princess certainly has a rocking voice. As I stand there staring at Kylee, lost in her sultry voice, a big burly guy walks up to me. I am instantly on alert, but judging by the T-shirt that bares the Jagged Pill logo, I assume he is a bouncer or bodyguard. Trying to smooth over any faux pas that I may have committed, I turn around with a reassuring smile and my arms stretched out with my palms up. “Look man, I am sorry for whatever I have done; but, please let me stay. I have to talk to the girl on stage. I promise I won’t be any trouble.”

  Cracking his knuckles, Gigantor looks at me, and I swear he grins! “Dude, I don’t know who you are, and quite frankly I don’t give two shits about what you think you need to do. You need to get your ass gone. You have just been 86’ed.”

  Shit. Getting kicked out of the place where Kylee is makes a bad night suck even more. “What did I do?”

  There is no affect on his face, but the lack of facial expression doesn’t dim the look of retribution in his dark eyes. “It has come to my attention that you just don’t belong near the band or the friends of the band. You just don’t fit in.”

  As he is escorting me to the door, I look around. I spot Cale, Ken, Sunny, Crow, and a guy that I assume is Chip at the bar, each with a lady clinging to their arm. They seemed completely unfazed by the ladies, if you can call them that, and are all staring intently at me. A smile touches Cale’s face and he raises his glass to me; the rest of the guys one by one do the same.

  They know what happened between me and Kylee. They know and they have drawn a firm line in the sand: mess with her, and they will retaliate. Message received, loud and clear.

  Yeah, I know where they stand, but they don’t know where I stand. I will get Kylee back. I have to, because being without her another day is not an option. I will make it happen, like my mama always said; if it is to be, it is up to me. And Kylee is meant to be mine.

  8

  “I am no stranger to pain. We have a long standing relationship.”

  Kye

  Kye

  Ethan and I wrapped up our last song. It was great seeing him and the guys again. They only stopped by for a couple of hours, since they have to be in Amsterdam tomorrow for three shows, but it was still great to see them. As I am hugging Ethan, he whispers in my ear, “You know, after tonight’s performance, which you totally rocked by the way, you won’t be able to keep Christien in the dark about you being on this side of the Pond.”

  I let out a long drawn out sigh. “Ethan I am not hiding from him. It would do no good if I did. At least once a year, he makes it his mission in life to find me and try to get me to take him back. Tonight won’t make any difference.”

  Ethan’s face became suddenly somber. “Lovey, he was a prick, but I know he truly loves you. He could be a good father to your boys and a good friend to you.”

  As I looked up at Ethan, I had to roll my eyes. “Ethan I know he loves me, I love him too in a way. I’m just not in love with him. I won’t take his chance to find that kind of happiness away, just because it will make my life easier. He would only end up resenting me and my boys.”

  “Lovey, you are always looking out for everyone else. Who looks out for you? Well I guess your little soldier boys did a good job of looking out for you tonight,” Ethan laughs and shakes his head.

  Instantly alert, my gaze becomes suddenly sharp, “What the bloody hell are you talking about?”

  Ethan just shook his head. “The guys called me earlier to make sure I would be here tonight. They also called to make sure that I would bring my biggest and roughest bodyguard tonight and gave me instructions for him. Bobby, that behemoth over there, made sure that that your arsehole of an ex was told that he didn’t belong here with our friends and us. That he didn’t fit in.”

  Shocked and mortified, I could only stare at Ethan as frustra
tion and embarrassment painted my face with a rosy blush. What the hell had they been thinking? “What the bloody hell were they thinking? That is only going to keep me on his radar, and I honestly don’t think I can take anymore of his asinine shit!”

  “Calm down Lovey; one more ‘bloody hell’ and you will revert back to full blown Cockney, and you have been out of London long enough for that accent to be nothing more than an unpleasant memory by now. They were just protecting you, while standing firmly in your corner. If I wasn’t so damn jaded, I would swear they were being right chivalrous.”

  “Whatever Ethan! You guys stay safe and I hope you all will come to see me in the States.” After saying our goodbyes and promises to get together soon, I started to head to the front of the building to hail a cab. Sensing someone watching me, I whirled around only to get shocked by the face of a childhood friend I hadn’t seen since Rashid, Murad, and I left to go to Oxford eleven years ago.

  “Yasser, I would have never guessed that I would see you here. Not that I am not glad, but it is quite a shock. What brings you to Morocco?”

  Yasser looks anywhere and everywhere but my face. Finally he looks down at the ground. “I saw Rashid and Murad the other day and they told me you were here. I know it has been a long time, but I have nowhere else to go. I need your help Prenses,” he began.

  Normally, hearing the old Turkish word for princess would have brought a smile to my lips. Daddy Samee had given me that nickname a long time ago and to this day he still called me Prenses. Now, after hearing Wyatt call me Darlin’ Princess, only to be shown yet again how little I mean to him, the nickname was at best bittersweet.

  All I could do was try not to roll my eyes when I asked, “It is no problem Yasser. You know I will always do everything I can to help a friend. What do you need?”