Chapter 13 Breaking The Rules

It is the morning after a night spent with me in Tyler's arms. The comfort is starting to draw me in. No commitment, no strings attached went out the door when he made love to me. I think both of us know that, but neither one of us will admit it. These intimate moments that we share are going to both of our downfall. It is coming down, and it is going to crash had. It is time I catch my breath and exhale and remind myself why I am here. And true to Tyler, he is lying next to me with that goddamn body that drives me wild. "Why did you let me drink so much?" I roll around and face Tyler. "If I remember correctly, you were trying to get me drunk." "I was trying to get into your pants. I obviously did not try hard enough." He chuckles at me as he stretches every toned muscle of his body, then he says, "I did enjoy the effort." "Why are you wearing underwear? " "Because you aren't." "Are we back to the no sex rule?" I let the words hesitantly flow over my lips. This only proves the very thing that I was thinking. Things have become complicated Completely avoiding my question, he changes the subject of the conversation, "Do you want to come with me today?" "Of course, yes." "We are going to that other town again." Tyler leaves to go shower and change while I flip through my closet, trying to decide what to wear. Something tight, short, and very revealing. I settle on a figure-hugging short crop top and some extremely tight hot pants "Jenna." "Yes?" "You do know I am going to Sherrif?" 'Yes. And your problem is?" He slips his arms around my waist and pulls me closer, "You are going to make him drop over." "Then I will just have to do mouth to mouth." "Over my dead body. The only lips that touch your lips are mine." "Are you claiming your prize?" "No claiming your ass." The very words send a sensation over my body that I have not felt for a great number of years, in fact, to be exact, the day that I met Brendan. I push the feeling to the back of my head; I am just feeling the heat of the moment, that is all. After avoiding the words that have been said, we soon pull up on the open road and make the three-hour ride to the next town. "You will be glad to know that I have outgrown Brittney." "So what are you going to torture me to death now?" "Justin." He immediately slaps my hand from the music player, "Hell no! You are not playing that shit. Rather talk to me." "What do you want to talk about?" "Anything." "There is no such thing." "Who is waiting for you back home?" "Friends and a bunch of family I really don't know. But then again, the friends are friends with him too. So not really anyone important." I start fiddling with the music player to put my disc in. "Don't even dare," he slaps my hand away again and carries on to ask me questions. "What about your parents?" "Died in an accident when I was eighteen." "So you have been living with him since then?" "Yes." I fiddle with the player again, but this time with Brittney. He slaps my hand for the third time, "Find something else to fiddle with. You are not playing that shit." He wants me to find something else to play with; I will show him what I found. I move a slight bit closer to him; he does not notice. I place my hand on his knee and start running it up to his inner thigh. "What are you doing?" I run my hand up until my fingers find his zip, and I pull it down. "Jenna!" "What?" "What are you doing?" "I found something else to play with." He starts to move uncomfortably around in his seat, "You are driving me mad." "That's the whole plan." I slip my hands inside and twist my fingers in his underwear. "For fuck sakes, Jenna." He slams the breaks and comes to a dead stop. "What are you doing?" "Finding something to keep my hands busy." "Oh my god," he says under a strained breath. Then in an instant, he has me pulled on top of his lap. He tucks a loose hair behind my ear. There is that look in his eye, the one that we do not talk about. "You are going to be the death of me. Now can you let me concentrate until we get to town?" "Only if I can play my cd." "Do you always get what you want?" "Yes." "I have to agree," I watch as a red blush settles over his face; he has something on his mind which I know has to do with us, and he is not about to share. He is scared of exposing and unraveling himself in front of me, and I think it is becoming harder and harder for him every day. But still, I ask, "What do you mean?" "Just play your song." It's a torturing long drive to the next town. This tension between us is near to exploding. Is it only me that is feeling this way? After getting Tyler to open up a bit more about his past and exchange stories about mine, we are nearing the town. "Why are you coming to see this guy?" "There is a bunch of teenagers causing havoc out between the towns." "Almost like me." "Yes, almost like you." He smiles at me; he has a bright, beautiful smile; if I were looking for love, I would definitely fall in love with him. But this feels complicated already. "We are here," he turns to me. "Heads up, Luke is a bit of a loose cannon," he says as if he is warning me. From out of the station comes a man with black hair and the softest of blue eyes. He looks rough and unshaven in a very attractive way. He seems almost as toned as Tyler. And when he speaks, his voice is deep and husky. "Tyler, it's good to see you again. I am glad you could make it on such short notice." "Luke, this is…" "The crazy lady with the wedding dress." Taken aback by his boldness, I snap at him. "They call me Jenna on my day off." "Feisty. You look a lot better in this than a wedding dress." "Glad you noticed. Are all Sheriffs so hot on this side of the world?" "I like you," he exclaims. "Not as bad as I like you." I look over to Tyler; he is about ready to explode. Then Luke goes one step folder, "Just let me know if I should show you around town; my place is specifically nice." Tyler has gone blood red on his face; he is boiling, "Luke, why did you ask me over here?" "Take a walk with me over to the jailhouse." I walk ahead while Tyler and Luke are behind me, talking a bunch of things I know nothing of. From behind me, I hear Luke speak, "Fuck Tyler, I hope you are getting you some of that sweet ass." "Believe me; I am getting all of her." "Don't tell me you have gone fallen in love with her?" "Luke, I don't know what I feel for her." "I insist that you stay over; the town needs a bit of young blood. The B&B is open; Angela is away for a few weeks." After Luke showing Tyler that they have caught the teenagers, we all head out to the local tavern; in all my life, I never thought I would set foot in something called a tavern. As we sit around the table, Luke orders us drinks, "Barman give us three tequilas." "I think I like you even more now," I tell Luke. "Tequila girl?" "Oh yes." From out of nowhere, Tyler sarcastically says, "I would have never guessed." His annoyance with Luke is very clear on his face "I have to know," Luke as, oblivious to Tyler that is about ready to explode. 'What was up with the wedding dress? "I left my husband at the altar and ended here on Tyler's doorstep." Somewhat taken aback, he looks at me in utter shock, "Are you joking?" Tyler, now lovingly taking my hand to hold in his own, I must say another no for us, but he holds me firm and answers Luke as if he is proud that I ended up on his doorstep. "No, it's the truth," he says. Then there is that look again; it mirrors the one that I hold for him. We have broken all our rules.