Chapter 10 time to escape

...Tyler POV… There is a lot that can happen in a split second that can change your life, that can change a man. You might think at the time it is the best thing to do but it can turn around and be your greatest regret. I thought I was walking into it as a man that wanted to save his wife but I walked out a ruined and broken man. A man that will never be the same. I play it off in my head over and over again. One second I am staring a crazed monster in the face then next he is on the floor. The second his lifeless body hit the floor my own life became lifeless. I cannot face Jenna, I don't know if it is because I feel ashamed or because I feel like a monster. This is the week that should be my honeymoon but I cannot be around her, I don't want to be around anyone at this moment or even in the near future. She is trying her best to be supportive and to understand but I am not really being open and accepting. I don't really care for anything at all. But I have to. She has given me life-altering news. She is pregnant. So with what is only but pride and excitement, I take her hands into mine and softly whisper, "I am going to be a dad?" The ever-growing smile just brings a warmth to my heart as she once again repeats it, "Yes you are." "Fuck," I run my hand through my hair as I let the thought settle in my mind, "I don't know what to say." "Please say that you are happy." "I am beyond thrilled," I step closer and take her into my arms, "I can't believe we having a baby." "I still can't believe it myself." I pause for but only a moment, "How long?" "Six weeks." Fury sets into my heart as the very realization hits me, "You were pregnant while that fuck had you tied to a pole." I watch as she drops her face and scuffle with her feet, "Yes baby I was." I can feel that raging anger build up in me again, that raging anger I felt just before I shot him. Somehow this justifies what I did to him. He could have easily taken three lives that day. It was either him or us. It makes this almost bearable to go through, I can feel myself understand and accept what I have done. It brings back life and hides away the pain. It might take months or even years to get through this. But now I have a family to look after and this sure as hell is not going to come in my way. She looks back up at me and I can see that she has fear in her eyes, "Can we stay here and start a family? I don't think I can go back there." I only but shake my head at her, "I don't want to back there. I think it will break me more than I already am." "Then we staying here." "Yes, we are staying here." Without further hesitation, I pick her up in my arms and carry her to the room. She looks at me rather puzzled, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like," I say as there is a wicked smile that is starting to play around the corners of my mouth. "I am going to make love to my wife." As we step into the room, we make our way over to the hot and steamy shower. Her hands work their way around my body, feeling each crevasse, each line along with my perfect physique. She presses her soft lips against my skin. Then she pulls me into the shower. I will let her be in control only for a few more minutes; after that, she will be mine to take. She sways her hips seductively as she presses herself into me, then I spin her around and presses her into the glass, rubbing her tight ass into me. Then I spin her back around again.? I step forward, pressing her body against the glass, pinning her hands over her head. The steam has built up, and the water is beating down on their bodies. She splays her hand against my chest and tries to whisper; I only but places a finger against her sweet cherry red lips. I hover my lips over the tip of her ear; the warmth of my breath makes her shiver. Then I take my hand to her trembling cheek. I cannot keep the fight against the thoughts that are running through my mind, which is flooding my senses. I stare into her deep brown eyes and watch as she melts like jelly in my hand. I smile at her before I gently lean in. The sound of her heart is beating so loud that I can barely concentrate on anything else. I feel like I am going to explode. I slowly start moving my lips, breath by breath closer to hers. The moment they touch, the world vanishes. Her lips are softer than I can remember. My lips are firm against hers, but the kiss remains soft, gentle, and slow. I hold it for a few seconds before our lips begin to move in perfect sync.? My eyes fall closed; all I want is to feel is her. The warmth of her touch, the sweet taste of her lips, the growing agony that she brings to my body.? My only desire is to touch her, to move my hands over the smooth curves of her body, and feel her perfect softness. The passion takes over my entire body. I tangle her hair in my hand and lightly pulls her closer to me.? My hungry mouth is parting her trembling lips; she inflicts sensations that he has not felt before. As I delve inside, the kiss gets deeper and deeper. Her velvety lips are imprinting themselves like a footprint in the snow. Then I slowly pull away and look into those deep blue eyes. I take her by the hand and leads her out of the shower. Then I press her back into the wall behind her. With my left hand, I pin her hands above her head and drives my naked body into her, pinning her completely so she cannot move. She gasps, and just as she is about to say his name, I bring my finger up to her lips. I can feel her warms breath rapidly breathing against the tips. She tries to speak, but I suddenly cover her mouth to make her stop. All I want to focus on is her, the warmth that is spreading through his body.? She tries to free her hands, but he only pins her more firmly into the wall. Every protest she makes, makes me crave her more. Then I slide my hand over her tight ass and push her deep into my raging erection. My mouth moves away from her lips and runs slowly down her neck, then gently over her collarbone; I softly bite into the edge of her shoulders. I grind myself into her as I move my lips to her ears. "You are mine. Please just give in." She immediately stops fighting and lets me roam her again, coming inches close to her breasts. I can hear her breathing heavily as my tongue finds her cleavage, but as soon as I start, I stop again. I move back to her lips and kisses her; for one more second, I let her be in charge, not truly giving away my true intention. Then I spin her around and drops her down to her knees. She does not protest. She trails her fingers over my ever-growing erection. Then she runs her soft, delicate hand up and down my shaft. I growl deep from his chest. Then she has my full six-seven inches filling her mouth. I grind on my teeth and utters a few strangled words underneath my breath. "God, yes, baby." She gently bites down on the tip of my throbbing head. Her skillful tongue dance around the tip of my pulsating head. With each flick, she sends sensations that have my toes curling and my ass squirming against the wall. She nips and nibbles; I am growing harder with every glorious movement she makes. Then her lips form a tight grip around her head, and she slowly starts to suck. I groan and whimper. "Fuck, yes, baby." She sucks harder, and god does she know how to suck it just right. I watch her as her head moves back and forth, then up and down, taking me deeper and deeper with every stroke. My ass is squirming against the wall; I want her so fucking bad, so I tangle her hair in my hands and start controlling her head, making her take me even deeper and faster. I bite down on my lips and tightens my grip; under stuttering breaths, I growl. "Oh, god...Fuck...Faster..." She hollows her cheeks and sucks me even harder and faster. Her head is bobbing on and over me. Her head is bobbling in perfect sync. Her hands and tongue are doing things I have never felt before, well, at least not from her. But for today, she will just do. I can feel the tension start to build; the warm tingles are spreading over my body. I am squirming; I am throbbing; I am coming undone. "Yes, baby, that is it." I throw my head back against the wall and topples over into orgasm. My knees are shaking, and I go weak. With one big hoarse groan, I completely shatter and finds my release. As she gets up to go get dressed, I pull her back, "Oh, Jenna, I am not done yet." Our eyes gradually meet; I spin her around and holds her up by her ass and dig my fingers deep into her flesh. Then I slowly drive in from behind her, glorious inch by inch. A growl escapes through my lips. She is soft and warm and every bit so inviting. The sex is raw and fierce. The things she is making me feel should be a sin. I slowly start to move within her, taking the edge of the ache, but only to make it so much worse again. With every move, I slam my thick erection in a little deeper but then pulling all the way out again. Then once deeper and all the way out again. I can feel her inner muscles clamp around me like a hot glove. I keep up my rhythm relentlessly. Teasing her agonizingly slow. With each stroke, I slide my hot throbbing flesh completely into her. As I drive in deeper with each thrust, I increase my pace. Her fingers drive into my tight ass as I keep taking her over and over. She surrenders to all I am doing to her; she surrenders to everything I am making her feel. I hit her sweet spot perfectly, and it is almost too much for her to cope with. I know what I am doing, and I love it. I know that I am going to fuck her hard and deep. Then a flash of heat spreads over my body; it feels like my entire body is blushing and on fire. For the second time, I relax into my orgasm, relishing in the wave of pleasure that is tingling over my skin. Once the room stops spinning and our heartbeats come down to slow hum, I lace her fingers in my hand and lead her to the bedroom. We drop down on the bed and only stare at the ceiling. I finally understand and as awful as it might sound. In the end, it boils down to a life for a life. A monster or an innocent child. He might have started off as a friend but he ended up being nothing but a ghost of the man he used to be. He would have taken a mother and child without showing an ounce of remorse. He will not define my life, this will not define me. It does not change who I am and what I will be. I will be a great husband and an even better father. Right now I am a broken man, but I have been given new hope. It is time to leave the bad things of that barn behind. It is time to escape the prison in my mind.???