Chapter 17 Unexpected Turn

This past week has been challenging. Tyler and I are trying to move back to before me, telling him I am in love with him, and he telling me that he loves me. I can't keep wondering whom we are really fooling, ourselves or each other. It seems that this moving backward comes easier to him. There are days that I really get angry at Clara; she is the reason he has become this way. I have been here for three months now, I have settled very well, and I have made a few close friends. I believe I have found my new home, but on days like these, though, the days that I miss Tyler, I can't help think that maybe I should just move back home. I don't think there will be a future between Tyler and me, not the future I really want. Standing in the shower, I can hear Tyler burst through the front door. With rather an urgency, he calls after me, "Jenna." "Yes?" "Where are you?" "In the shower." "Can I come to scrub your back?" "You can come to scrub a lot more." I was only joking, but the next thing I see is Tyler in the bathroom dropping his shorts and getting into the shower "Hey," he gives me a cocky little smile, and those dimples play at the corner of his mouth. "Hey yourself. What are you doing?" "Coming to scrub you down." I watch him as he goes to grab a sponge. Damn, he is a sight to behold, especially when he is standing naked in front of me. I step back to allow the showerhead to spray him with droplets that do nothing but accentuate his strong shoulders, glisten off his arms and trickle down his chest. I watch as he smiles and gently bites down into his bottom lip. I know what he is about to do, and god am I going to let him do whatever he desires. He easily picks my tiny frame up and places me against the wall; I wrap my legs around his back. I kiss him on the lips. What starts as an innocent peck turns into an instant hunger. His arms grip around me tighter as he presses me even harder against the wall. My arms are around his neck as our lips melt into one. I suck on his bottom lip, and a moan escapes from deep in his throat. I can feel him harden between my open and parted legs. Our kisses become even more intense, and our carnal desires even harder to fight. I take his hard length and slide it down between my folds. When it reaches the tender skin of my wet entrance, a deep growl rolls over his lips. I look into his eyes, they beg; he wants his raging erection to consume every part of me. He tightens his grip around my ass and thrusts full and hard. He retracts and drives just as hard as but only faster than before. He slips out again and crashes hard. The sex is loud and brutal. With every sharp thrust, our skin slaps together, wet and luscious. My cries grow louder, more desperate, as the pleasure mounts. I am on fire; I am panting and moaning as the ache between my legs is throbbing. All it takes is one fierce drive, and he is over the edge. I am right behind him. As we finally shatter into each other's arms, we both sigh with relief. As he finally drops me down to my feet, I can do nothing other than smile to myself. I love pleasing him; I love the warm afterglow I get when I see him so satisfied…and so happy. After every time he loses control, he gets this cheesy smile, the one where his dimples show…and I love knowing that I am the reason behind it. He grabs a towel and wraps it around his waist; he picks me up off the floor and carries me out of the bathroom to the bed. He pulls me into him again. He kisses me, he kisses me like I want to be kissed as no man had ever kissed me before, soft and moist, hot and breathy, not trying to win a battle but seeking closeness, sharing of one breath, one sensation, one passionate moment. The heat rises in my cheeks as his tongue touches mine, quick and electric, delicious, firmer, more determined, more curious. "Tyler, what are you doing?" "Kissing you." His lips brush against mine, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough that he could inhale my breath, to feel the warmth of his skin, to taste his lips. He is breaking our rules. He is going back on the very thing we agreed upon. "Tyler." "Yes?" "Don't you think we are breaking the rules here?" "No. Why?" "You are making me feel all those things I cannot feel; those emotions are flooding back to my body and consuming every thought of you. We can't…" He gently lay his fingertip on my lips, "Ssshhh, I feel the same way." And this confuses the hell out of me; this has gone a full one-eighty. What has changed? But right now, I do not care to have the answer. I pull him close to my body and get lost in a passionate kiss as he takes me away to the place of ecstasy. After my crazy heart goes back to a normal beat, I look at him and smile, "I somehow think this is not the reason you came?" "Shit, yes. How do you feel about coming with me to the city?" "Which city?" "Yours." "I am fine with that. Is there a catch?" "It's a wedding." I go dead cold and stare him in the eyes for a second. I love those eyes. I don't want to disappoint them; I will go with him, even though I am terrified. I will go with him because I love him. "Jenna." "Yes?" "You said that out loud." My cheeks immediately turn a bright rosy color; he heard what I said. I only but clasp my hand in front of my mouth, "Fuck. Which part?" "Something about being terrified. Please don't be; I will protect you, no matter what. I will do anything to make you happy. Now get ready; I will meet you at the truck." As he leaves, I can hear him talk to himself, "For fuck sakes." He is lying; I said all of it out loud. Half an hour later, I meet him at the truck, and we get ready to go. He looks at me and only shakes his head. "Are you seriously going to wear that?" "Yes, what is wrong with it?" "How long is the drive?" "About six hours or so." He stares at me with a pained expression on his face, "Having a hard-on for six hours is going to become uncomfortable." "Then we will just have to stop every hour to have sex," with that, I lift my dress and drop my panties to my feet. "What are you doing?" He asks as that pained expression on his face only gets worse. I smile and toss my panties over to him. "You can hang onto these." "Fuck Jenna." "We must go; it is a long drive," I watch as he has a bulging hard-on in his pants. I just smile at him. He only shakes his head at me, "I know you are very pleased with what you have done." "I did nothing. If I can play my song, I will put them back on." "I think I will rather keep them." With that, we pull onto the road and make the six-hour drive to the city. It feels that we are almost back to where we were, it feels great, but it is still not what I want. As they say, it is better to have something than nothing at all. If this is the Tyler I get, then I will grab on with both hands. But this Tyler does not seem like someone that will go to weddings; I would think he would be anti-love with everything, "So what is the deal with the wedding? Why so last minute?" "No, I got the invitation a while ago, just forgot about it. Someone has kept me distracted," he pauses for a second. "Are you going to be okay?" "Yes, it's not my wedding. And anyway, I have a better man on my arm now." Then completely out of the blue, he knocks me with emotion again, "I am glad that I met you." Now, what do I say, the only thing that I can, "Me too. I am glad I ended up in this town." But I am scared of going back to my old home. There are so many memories there, a lot of bad ones. I ran away from it for a reason; I never thought that I would go back one day, even if itis only for a couple of days. Six hours later, we finally get into the city. I can see that he is concerned about me, "Are you okay." "Sorry, I can t do this."