Be With Me (7 page)

He lifted himself up and
freed Jake of his weight. He thrust his hand down to help his
brother off the gravel.

“What the hell is going on
with you two?” Emily shouted.

“Ask your husband, he just
cracked me in the damn jaw!”

“If you weren’t such a
dick I would have left you alone. You have been walking around here
with a fucking chip on your shoulder and no one wants to be around
you Tyler.” Jake stated.

Tyler knew there was truth
to his brothers’ words; he was acting like an asshole to the people
who cared about him. And over what? A damn woman that could give
two shits about him.

“Tyler, come inside
please. Maybe we all just need to talk.” Emily gently
said.

“I’m done talking dammit,
fuck this.” He walked to his truck and climbed in.

He didn’t want to discuss
his personal life with anyone; this wasn’t a fucking daytime talk
show. It wasn’t something that could be fixed over tea and
crumpets. Fuck that. He needed to be alone.

Tyler peeled out of the
driveway with no definite direction in mind. His brain was
overtaken with so many thoughts that it was hard to comprehend them
all.

The reality of his
situation was that he felt alone. Everyone in his life had gone on
to find things that made them happy, but he was left out in the
cold with no course for his life.

Was this what happened to
all soldiers returning home from active duty? Did they all go
through this horrible transition where it felt their life was
upside down?

He didn’t like feeling out
of control, and he sure didn’t like fighting with his brother. Jake
had always supported him in anything he did, and loved him no
matter what. His repayment was coming home and treating his family
like garbage. That just wasn’t him at all. He had to fix it, or he
would be left out in the cold with no family to come home
to.

After driving and
listening to the radio, Tyler found himself driving up the road to
where Maggie was. He wasn’t sure what the hell he was doing there,
but something about her drew him there. He wanted to see her, and
apparently she was just as fucked up as he was. Birds of a feather
and all that nonsense.

When he parked his truck
he noticed the front door was wide open and began to panic. Did
someone break in? Was she alright out here all alone? His nerves
were doing a swan dive as he approached the door.

Tyler stood there for a
few seconds and heard music coming from the second floor of the
house. The sounds of Adele’s “Someone like you” wafted through the
air and tickled his eardrums.

He called her name without
any form of response, so he walked on into the interior of the
home. Tyler felt strange entering without being invited, but
something in him wanted to make sure Maggie was okay.

Once he determined that
she wasn’t in the lower level of the house he took to the stairs.
His large feet clumped up the several flights and when he reached
the top he let his ears take over.

Tyler could hear Maggie,
singing along with the tune, and damn her voice was smooth like
butter spread over a hot biscuit. He heard water running, and
followed the sound to the end of the hall where a door was shut.
Without hesitation, he pushed the door slightly open and what he
saw made his cock jerk in response.

There she was among a
plethora of bubbles, hair piled on top of her head, looking like a
goddess. Damn he wanted her, wanted to be in that bathtub with her,
showing what he was made of.

He stood in the doorway,
just watching her soak in the steaming water. She had no idea he
was there, and he wanted to keep it that was for just a few moments
more.

Suddenly his phone chirped
with a text message, and her gaze shot to the door.

“What the fuck! Get out!”
She screamed.

Tyler didn’t listen, he
stood there with a shit eating grin on his face, and a major hard
on in his pants.

“Ugh! Do you not listen?
Get the fuck out of here!”

Should he leave? Or should
he make the move that he really wanted to? Tyler chose the latter.
He stalked the rest of the way through the door and sat on the edge
of the bathtub. He didn’t say a word.

“Okay this is ridiculous;
I’m calling the cops Tyler.”

He held out his phone. “Be
my guest.” He smiled.

She didn’t take the phone
from him, and he took that as a sign that she wasn’t as pissed as
she claimed to be.

“Whatever. What the hell
do you want Tyler?” She huffed.

“Your door was open; I
thought maybe someone broke in. It’s not safe to go leaving doors
and windows open with you being all alone out here
Maggie.”

“I’m out in the middle of
nowhere it’s not like someone would travel all the way out here
just to murder me.” She rolled her eyes.

“I wouldn’t be too sure
about that.”

“Sure okay Mr. Paranoid.
Hand me my towel please.” She motioned to a fluffy white towel
sitting on a nearby chair.

Tyler reached for the
towel, but then pulled his hand back, giving her an evil grin. He
wasn’t going to let her cover up, not if he had his way.

“Um…the towel.” She
said.

“Nope. Not going to
happen. Stand up.”

“Are you kidding me?
Seriously Tyler this isn’t a damn game, hand me the towel or get
the fuck out!”

“I said stand up.” He
commanded.

“Fine whatever.” She
sighed, as she lifted her gorgeous body from the mass of
bubbles.

Tyler had to restrain
himself from grabbing her and sinking into her delectable body
right there. She was perfect. Her breasts were round and perky, her
ass was smooth and flawless, and her pussy was bare and ready for
him to spread her lips and taste it.

“Gawk much? You would
think you’ve never seen a naked woman before.”

“None as beautiful as
you.” He commented.

“Yeah okay Casanova.” She
spoke sarcastically.

“Come here.” He said as he
grabbed her hand and pulled her to him.

The urge to touch her was
greater than wanting to take his next breath. She was
divine.

Tyler never wanted
anything more in his life than he wanted Maggie. He wanted her
underneath him taking everything he was willing to give.

“Where’s your bedroom?” He
asked.

“Tyler, please…this isn’t
a good idea.”

“Fuck good ideas.” He
stood up and lifted her into his arms. She didn’t seem to fight him
much and he could smell her arousal, along with the bubble bath
that was still clinging to her moist skin.

It only took him a moment
to find her room, and as soon as he spotted the bed, he had her
pinned underneath of him.

Maggie didn’t know it yet,
but this is where she belonged. Not with some prissy rich guy, but
with him.

Thirteen

When I first realized that
Tyler was being a voyeur in my bathroom I was royally pissed. But
something changed when I saw the fire in his eyes. He looked as
though he could erupt like Mt. St. Helens at any moment. I hated to
admit it, but the man was striking a hot spot deep within me. I
craved him as much as he craved me.

Feeling myself being
trapped beneath his massive body was a euphoric experience. I
didn’t move, and couldn’t move. I could feel his heat emanating
outward and seeping into every sense I possessed. It warmed me from
the inside out and I wanted to feel him closer, inside of
me.

In his arms I felt safe,
and for some reason that scared the shit out of me. I’d never felt
safe before, not even with Richard, the man I was supposed to
marry. What did that say about the status of that relationship…that
we were doomed from the start? Probably so.

I lay there just staring
up at the man above me, he was ruggedly handsome but had so much
sex appeal that I yearned to rip his clothing off and feel every
inch of his rock hard body.

I could sense he was
trying to take things slow, maybe holding back a part of himself as
to not get too involved or caught up in the act.

His erection pressed into
my thigh, only held back by the barrier of his jeans. They needed
to go, or else I was going to lose my ever loving mind just lying
there.

“You have too many clothes
on.” I whispered.

Tyler looked at me like I
had lost my mind, and then realized what I was saying. “Easy fix.”
He said while raising up and pulling his shirt over his
head.

That was the first time I’d
seen his bare chest, and what a sight it was. Stunning didn’t even
begin to describe what I was observing at the moment. Tyler had the
perfect six pack that made me itch to outline it with my tongue.
His arms were so well muscled and defined; I could see the raw
power and strength oozing from them. My gaze dipped to his pecks,
and my eyes softened. He had a tattoo right above his heart of the
emblem to the Marine Corps. Above it was the words
Semper Fi.
I knew enough
of history that those words meant “Always Faithful” and the meaning
filtered in my head and made me want to weep.

“What’s wrong?” He
probed.

“Nothing, I was just
looking at your tattoo, it’s beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful
Maggie.”

Tyler leaned down and
fused his lips to mine. I felt the jolt and burn as soon as he made
contact and it made my heart leap in my chest. His tongue explored
my mouth with such intensity that it felt as though he wanted to
eat me alive.

“Still wearing too many
clothes.” I giggled.

Tyler stood from the bed,
leaving me lying there in all my naked glory. I wasn’t embarrassed,
I was so comfortable with him seeing me like that, that it was a
little unnerving.

He slipped his shoes off,
removed his socks and pulled his jeans and boxers down with one
swift motion. I watched his cock bob free and licked my lips in
sheer anticipation. Not only did I want him between my legs, I
wanted to taste his pure male essence on my lips.

The mattress dipped as he
climbed back on the bed and settled himself. I expected him to fuck
me senseless but he had other ideas. He spread my thighs, and bared
my pussy to his gaze.

I watched as he slid his
fingers through my moisture, and spread it on my aching clit. Too
much more of that and I would have went off like a bottle rocket on
the fourth of July. He toyed with me for a bit, and then slid two
fingers into my wet heat. My hips bucked off the bed, and I already
felt my orgasm building low in my belly. Damn this man knew how to
work a woman’s body. He was a sculptor and I was his perfect piece
of marble, just waiting to be turned into a masterpiece.

He hooked his finger
upward, and pressed that perfect spot that made me moan his name. I
needed him to take me there, and there was nothing besides this
moment that mattered to me.

“Please Tyler.” I
begged.

“Please what?” He grinned
wickedly.

“I need to
come…please.”

I watched his smile turn
even more wicked and he leaned his mouth toward my waiting sex. As
soon as he flicked my swollen clit with his tongue, I exploded. My
pussy sucked greedily as his fingers, which were pumping in and out
of me at a maddening pace.

“Damn, I can’t wait to
have my cock in you again.” He hissed.

Before my orgasm subsided,
Tyler was already poised at my entrance, ready to push is cock
inside my waiting heat.

“Fuck!” He bit
out.

“What?” I snapped
back.

“I don’t have any condoms,
do you have any here?”

“No. Tyler it’s okay I’m
on the pill.”

“Are you sure Maggie? We
don’t have to do this.”

“Yes we do!” I lifted my
hips in an effort to pull him in further.

His eyes became dark, and
I could see lust written all over his chiseled features. This man
wanted me. Only me.

His rock hard cock began
to push forward through my already swollen tissues. I felt every
inch as he surged slowly forward, and damn it was a feeling of pure
primal need. He didn’t stop until he was fully buried inside of me,
and I felt completely full.

“Son of a bitch you feel
good!” He groaned. “Not sure I’m gonna last long.”

Tyler began to move his
hips, and it drug his rigid length through me scraping every nerve
in the process. Another climax was building inside of me, and I
knew it would be much bigger than the first. This one would
probably kill me.

“Are you close?” He
growled. “Come on baby, come for me again…give it to
me!”

It wasn’t a request, it
was a demand, and damn if it didn’t send me soaring over the edge
into the most amazing bliss I’d ever experienced.

I screamed out, and my
back bowed off the bed. I felt him pulse inside of me, and thrust
forward, spilling himself inside of my waiting flesh. He continued
to pump his offering forward, and it hurled me into another smaller
orgasm.