This day has just gone from exciting to downright scary. I have never in my life lost so much control; I never knew I am capable of so much rage. There is blood on my hands; it is making me sick to my stomach. I am feeling so many different emotions, and none of them are good. My body and mind are falling apart; I am near the brink of collapsing.
“I am going to run you a bath.”
“No, it’s too hot; just rinse me in the pool.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, but can I speak to Tyler first.
Without answering, Luke takes my phone and dials Tyler’s number, but he speaks to him first, “Hey, gorgeous.”
“Thanks for the compliment.”
“Where is Jenna?”
“Next to me.”
“What the fuck have you done to her?”
“Don’t get so excited; I am just dialing the number for her.”
“Why can’t she do it herself?”
“She is too shaken up.”
“What have you done to her, Luke?”
“Fuck stop getting your panties in a knot and let me speak.”
“She just beat the shit out of Jessica.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Jessica called her a slut and whore, so she hit the shit out of her.”
“Why would Jessica do such a thing?”
“I don’t know.”
“How bad did she hit her?”
“Very bad; I don’t think Jessica is going to see out both her eyes tomorrow.”
“Fuck, let me speak to her.”
Luke hands me the phone and heads into the house to get some towels and a cloth to clean up my hand.
“Hey, my baby girl, are you okay?”
“Nice nickname. I am okay; it’s just the blood that’s freaking me out.”
“Shit is it that bad?”
“I think I completely fucked up her face.”
“I will go check tomorrow if she is okay.”
“Don’t worry; I threw her and her lap dog out of town.”
“You did what?”
“I told her she and Dylan must pack their shit and leave town.”
“Jenna, you can’t do that.”
“I am the sheriff’s wife; I can do whatever I want.”
I can hear him laugh through his smile, and he chuckles through the phone.
“You going to stay there tonight?”
“Yes”
“Ok, I will see you in a couple of hours.”
“You don’t have to come through; I am okay.”
“I am coming; I am not leaving you alone by yourself there tonight.”
“I am really ok, I promise.”
“You sure?”
“Yes”
“Ok, I will see you tomorrow then.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Give Luke the phone.”
I hand Luke the phone as he comes back to the pool area with a bottle of whiskey in his hands
“Please look after her tonight; I don’t want her to be alone.”
“Of course, I will.”
And then Tyler drops the call
“I was waiting for him to threaten to cut my hands off if I touched you.”
“Me too.”
“Maybe it is because he knows that I am going to touch you.”
“Luke!”
“I need to touch you to get that blood off your hands.”
“Could you give me some of that whiskey first?”
Taking the bottle from him, I go sit in the pool on the steps. I watch him pull his shirt over his head so slow it feels like he is almost going backward. His pants drop to the floor even more agonizingly slow it is almost close to torture. All I can do is stare
Fuck that body is hot.”
“Jenna.”
I can barely utter a decent word.
“Yes?”
“I heard that.”
“Heard what?”
“The part about my body being hot.”
“Fuck, I said that out loud.”
“Yes. You look sexy incredibly when you blush.”
“Are you teasing or flirting with me now?”
“A bit of both.”
We sit on the steps for a while drinking the whiskey, slightly getting p*ssed until I am relaxed enough for him to look at my hands
“Come, let me look at you.”
The mere touch of his fingertips against my palm sends the most thigh clenching sensation to every bit of my body. He feels my body tremble and slightly pulls away
“Am I hurting you?”
“No.”
Then he takes the cloth and gently starts rubbing the blood off my knuckles
“Is it sore?”
“No.”
He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles as he finishes wiping them off.
“Jenna.”
“Yes?”
He takes a stray hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear.
“If things were different, would you have chosen me?”
How do I even begin to answer a question like this? If it were between him in Tyler, it would always be Tyler. Unless if I have never met Tyler, then my choice would have been him
“Yes, I would have.”
He leans forward and softly rubs his thumb against my cheek.
“Tyler is a very lucky man.”
“Luke.”
My voice is strained, words are fumbling across my lips.
“I know I can’t make love to you.”
“I wish we could have spent one last night together.”
He wraps his hands around my shoulders and pulls me into his chiseled chest.
Our bodies are both trembling
“I won’t do anything that is going to cause you to lie to Tyler.”
“Then what are you doing?”
“I am going to hold you in my arms.”
I allow myself to fall into his embrace.
“Do you love me?” His words come out slow
We’re sitting close together in the cool water. His handshakes as it lightly grazes my skin. I blush and keep my gaze ahead, trying to pretend that he did not just ask if I loved him.
It’s not something I expected him to say, but he did; I know what he is hoping I would say in return, but can I?
Slowly he grasps my hand, lacing our fingers in a way that makes my heart beat faster. I can tell he’s struggling; he doesn’t know how to feel, what to say, or what to think about what he has just done.
After a long awkward, thick silence, I barely can get the words he is waiting for me to say.
“Yes, I do.”
He takes in a sharp breath and looks at me, his gaze falling on my lips. Letting go of my hand, he softly runs his fingers through my hair, resting his hand on the side of my face. My whole body tenses as I try to find the strength to stop him.
I can’t be doing this; I should not allow him to kiss me; I should not be kissing him. But every movement goes against what my mind was telling is wrong or right. I push reason aside and refuse to break away.
As he leans in, I try to calm my racing heart, but it is pointless. I finally let my body give into him as his lips rest against mine. He lets them linger; he does not move; his hot breath is burning straight through my body. He parts my lips, and his tongue immediately intertwined with mine, moving in perfect sync.
Then he pulls away.
“You will be lying to Tyler if we do this.”
There’s disappointment reflecting on both our faces, but it is the right thing to do
“So, are you getting married?”
“Yes, it was a kind of sudden, very odd proposal.”
“Everything is odd with you; it’s what makes you normal.”
“I will take that as a compliment.”
“Did you mean what you said earlier?”
“Yes, I did.”
“As a friend?”
“I loved you first before you became a friend.”
“Will I see you again?”
“Of course, this is not goodbye.”
“Kind of felt it was.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Will you come to the wedding?”
“Of course, I will.”
He gets up and pulls me up by my hand
“It’s getting late; you must get some sleep.”
“You going home now?”
“No, I told Tyler I would stay.”
“I will be in the spare room.”
“No.”
“Please lay with me? Nothing will happen.”
Luke pulls my body into him, fitting him like a glove. He folds his arms over me. It is the arms of a desperate man, a broken and sad man. In the comfort of his warmth, I slowly drift off to sleep.
I am alone when I wake up. Did he leave? I make my way downstairs to the kitchen, where I find a note.
“I am not good with goodbyes; I will see you again soon. I love you, gorgeous.”
The tears come down even before I get to the end. Every time I leave him here, it just hurts. There are times in your life that you need to realize that some things are just doomed from the start; no amount of love will ever make up for the hurt and pain. Sometimes you just need to let go.
I phone Tyler to let him know I am on my way.
“Tyler”
“Hey, you.”
“I like yesterday’s one better.”
“Baby girl?”
“Yes”
“I sound like a gangster.”
“Maybe I like gangsters.”
“Stop teasing. Are you on your way home now?”
“I am leaving now.”
“I can’t wait to see you.”
“Me too.”
“See you just now.”
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“That is cheezy.”
“I will see you in three hours.”
With that, I drop the phone and get into my car. When I drive past the station, his truck is not there. Goodbyes are really goodbyes; whom are we fooling. Deep inside me, I know I will never see Luke again
It is a long quiet drive with nothing but my crazy mind to keep me company. I have not put that stupid disc on one; I feel that there is a part of me that now needs to grow up; I am not a girl anymore; I am a woman, a woman that is getting married in six months.
When I finally turn off the dirt road that takes me home, I see he is already waiting, the man I love more than anything in the world.
“Fuck I am glad you are home.”
“Me too.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“You look like you have been crying?”
“I am not going to lie to you; it was hard saying goodbye to Luke.”
“I know.”
Before the tears can escape over my cheeks, he has his arms already there to comfort me.
“Do you have to go to work today?”
“No, I want to be with you.”
“I know it’s afternoon, but can we just lay down for a bit?”
Not having to ask him again, he lifts me up and carries me upstairs to our room.
“Are you practicing?”
“There is something else that we can practice as well.”
“Nice try.”
“I have not had any for more than a day.”
“Oh my god, that is too long.”
“Still nice try.”
“But I am not tired.”
“I am.”
“Then what am I supposed to do while you sleeping?”
“What did you use to do before?”
“I can’t remember.”
“Playing dumb is not getting you sex.”
“I will just sit and watch you.”
“That is fucking creepy.”
“You are no fun.”
“It will be fun if you let me sleep for an hour.”
“Fine, I will get your stuff.”
“What stuff?”
“In the other house.”
“Who says I am moving here.”
“But you are my fiance; you have to.”
“What did you just call me?.”
“Fiance.”
“Fuck sleeping, I am not tired anymore.”
“What about your stuff”?
“I will do it tomorrow.”
He drops my body down on the bed before my hands hit the mattress; he has them pinned down above my head. I feel him reaching for something over at the side table; when I finally realize what it is, I find myself cuffed to the bed
“Oh my god, Tyler!”
“I will cuff your feet if you don’t behave.”
He takes my other hand and cuffs it to the bed too. I try to wriggle my way out of them
“Have I been a bad girl sheriff?”
“I am going to spank your ass if you don’t lay still.”
His forcefulness removes all of my inhibitions, my mind and body giving in to him. I would not trust anyone else to be so extremely rough with me. My mind goes blank as I surrender to his fantasy and desires.
He let his body hovering over mine; his lips are floating against me. The heat of his body radiates against my curves, his warm breath tingling against my lips. He is imprinting himself into my body and soul.
But he stays there; he is making me crave him, yearn for him, driving my senses to new heights. He makes me want more, more of him. My body is in his hands to do with whatever he pleases.
His lips crush to mine, seeking, searching, and punishing me all at once. He drives his tongue hard and raw inside me, creating delicious friction between our lips. His taste explodes on my tongue. I cry into his mouth as he deepens the kiss. He sucks on my tongue, and I moan, the rumble echoing down my body.
He is going at my neck like a hungry animal, sucking and biting. Each bite, each flick of pain becomes a lustful pleasure. I can feel his erection tent against his pants; I want to feel him, taste him, but I can’t move my body; I can’t move my hands. I growl with frustration.
He works the zipper of his pants, quickly stepping out of his shoes as his pants and belt join in a puddle on the floor.
“Tyler.”
“Yes?”
“You forgot to take my clothes off.”
“For fuck sakes.”
He yanks my dress over my ass and lets it rest around my waist
I wriggle my body again, trying to come free from the cuffs
“What did I say about laying still?”
“You going to spank me?”
Then he gives me my first spank. Sharp but strong, mostly using the palm of his hand, it causes a deep ripple inside me rather than a sting outside. I cry out, again and again, as each spank lands, I tighten inside, and more and more, his hunger grows for me.
He lifts my hips and digs into my waist; then, he invades me with force. Pleasure explodes as the tip of his c*ck reaches deep inside my p*ssy. His strokes are hard and merciless as our bodies pound together. My body is on fire, it feels like he is branding me, and we are melting into one. His muscles work hard as he is delving into me, over and over with each thrust.
I moan as he continues to fuck me and then fucks me again.
His thrusts are getting faster and faster as he comes close to losing his control. Then he c*ms, firing into me again and again. I moan with him, allowing myself to release with the same earth-shattering desire I felt from him before.
“What have you been doing while I have been gone?”
“Reading.”
“I see so.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Fuck no.”
“Now you can go to sleep.”
“I am not tired anymore. And my hands are still tied up.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes.”