Beyond the Cherry Trees: The Cook Brothers Series (19 page)

“I haven’t watched this in years,” I murmured as Paul Walker’s face drifted across the screen.

“It was always a favorite of yours,” Ty shrugged as he popped a piece of meat in his mouth.

“Thank you.” I looked over at him and smiled.

“You’re welcome.” He studied my face before continuing, and I was surprised that he hadn’t noticed my foot yet. “So am I forgiven for yesterday?”

I nodded as my eyes welled. He was being so sweet, and I’d been so mad at him last night. “Got some good news,” I grinned at him as I watched him try and figure it out. “Check me out.”—I held up my bootless foot— “All better,” I smiled as I rotated my ankle showing him.

“That’s great,” he exclaimed as he watched me.

“Sure is. I already did a little dancing today. I’ve got to take it easy, but I’m on my way back.” I bounced in my seat as I stared at him. He had a look on his face that I couldn’t quite place, but I wasn’t going to push him right now. No, I was happy, and I wanted to enjoy this night for what it was… a new beginning.

BY THE TIME
the movie finished, our dinner containers were empty and scattered across the coffee table in front of us. It was late, and I’d been yawning for the last half hour. Tyler was half asleep with his arm wrapped around my shoulders as his head tipped back on the back of the sofa.

We’d spent most of the evening enjoying each other’s company in silence. It was nice. I’d snuggled into his side, and had been waiting for him to make his move but he hadn’t. “I better go.” He stretched and yawned as he started to rock forward and stand up.

“Wait!” I pressed on his chest and his eyes flashed in confusion. I swallowed as my eyes darted back and forth across his face. “Thank you for tonight. I had a nice evening despite it being late.”

“You’re welcome.” He smiled softly as one hand slowly lifted to cup my jaw. His thumb began caressing the apple of my cheek as his eyes softened. “I like spending time with you. I don’t want to cancel dates with you, Mia, but sometimes work just happens. It’s not always something I can control,” he smiled softly before leaning in. “I would much rather be with you.” His breath wafted over my lips as he moved incredibly closer before he connected those lips with mine.

It started out soft and sweet, but when I licked at his bottom lip, it lit the fuse. He growled softly as he opened his mouth and ran his tongue along mine. I moaned at the contact as I lifted my arms to wrap them around his neck. He shifted on the couch and began pulling me into his lap so I was straddling his thighs. I gasped and giggled as my fingers weaved in the hair on the back of his head. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me impossibly closer, and when my mouth closed over his once again, I took a tiny nip of the soft flesh of his lower lip.

“Shit!” he hissed as he plunged his tongue deeper. “You’re a naughty girl,” he gasped as his arms banded around me. I giggled as I ground my hips down on him. I’d been thinking about the last time we’d made out like kids, and all the promises he’d made about ‘next time’. The idea that he wanted to pleasure me endlessly had caused me to ache for him since he’d left Cherryville. Having him right here in my living room was such a tease, and the fact that he’d been good all night made it so much harder to be around him. “Ask me to stay,” he panted as he broke the kiss. “Tell me you want me to stay.” He cupped my face. His eyes were dark with passion and wild with desire. I could see that my words were going to send him over the edge, and if I didn’t know him like I did, I might have been scared.

“Stay,” I whispered. His lips twitched up into a smirk as his eyes twinkled.

“That is the best fucking word you’ve said all night.” He gave me a quick kiss before rocking forward to stand with me still in his arms. I squealed as I wrapped my legs around his waist and tightened my grip around his neck. As I buried my face in the soft flesh of his neck, he began striding toward the bedroom. “You don’t know what you just agreed to,” he warned as he stepped into my room and kicked the door shut behind us.

“Well, I can’t wait to find out,” I flirted before pressing my mouth back to his. By this point we were frantic. Teeth were clashing together as we wrestled with each other’s clothes. When Ty’s belt buckle clanked, signaling that it had hit the floor, I paused. We were breathing heavy, both standing there in only our underwear. It had been two years since we’d done this.

My right hand lifted to run across his pecs, and the muscle flinched under my touch. The air around us thickened as we slowed down to enjoy one another. My left hand moved to his shoulder and followed his collar bone as he waited patiently for me to get my fill. “You’ve changed,” I murmured. The slender frame he’s had before had bulked up considerably. The lean muscles now bulged under the soft skin. My hands traveled down to where the band of his boxer briefs taunted me, and I swallowed.

My hands ghosted across the v of muscle that pointed to the area I really wanted to see. When I glanced up at him, he’d closed his eyes. “You’re killing me, Mia,” his strained voice caused me to bite my lip in determination. I stepped closer so I could wrap my arms around his waist, and when I reached the middle of his back, I grabbed the elastic and slowly began to tug on it. The soft cotton slid down easily exposing his firm backside, and when my hands drifted around to the front they brushed against his throbbing erection. “Fuck,” he panted, but refused to move. I was amazed at his restraint. I wasn’t sure how to put him into action, and I wasn’t really the girl to take the lead; I wondered what his angle was here. I’d never been the one to initiate sex between us in the past. Tyler had always taken the reins.

I glanced down at where his cock was standing proudly as it pointed at me and took a deep breath before wrapping my fingers around it. His hips jerked as he grunted in surprise. I let my fingers slide to the base before giving it a light squeeze and moving to cup his balls. “Ty,” I rose up on my tiptoes and leaned in next to his ear. “Don’t you want to touch me?”

His eyes flashed as his head dipped down, and his mouth clamed mine. My hands flew to his shoulders as he walked us backward. When my legs hit the bed, he began peeling my bra straps down and working the clasp on the back free. I lowered my arms, and as soon as he removed the garment, he flung it over his shoulder. I giggled but was soon silenced as he lifted me in his arms and laid me in the center of the bed. His warm, hard body loomed over me before he lowered his head to my breast.

I’d always had a small chest, and back in high school, it was something I was very self-conscious about, but Tyler never seemed to care. As a dancer, it worked to my advantage, but I always had a nagging feeling that I wasn’t what he really wanted.

My back arched as his lips pulled at the nipple causing it to harden to a stiff peak. His other hand was supporting his weight as he feasted on my breasts. “Ty?” I panted as I squirmed against him. He was always good at the foreplay, and my throbbing center was proof. “Please,” I begged as his head lifted and his eyes connected with mine.

“I told you last time: We’re doing things my way,” he smirked as he began to slide down my body. “You’re so beautiful, Mia, every inch of you,” he murmured as his hands slid up the outside of my thighs. When he reached the waistband of my panties, he began to pull them down my hips excruciatingly slow. His tongue came out to wet his lower lip as he lowered his head toward my center. “So beautiful,” he murmured again just as his nose nuzzled against me. The scruff on his jaw tickled the soft flesh of my thighs causing me to squirm more, but Tyler’s hands moved to pin me down. “I need to taste this,” he growled as he shoved my legs farther apart. His chin dipped down as his tongue snaked out and ran along the pulsing flesh. “So sweet,” he growled before doing it again. “I’ve waited too fucking long for this. Why did you take this away from me?” he begged as his tongue probed and lapped. “I missed this so fucking bad.” When his tongue moved to circle my clit, one finger slid into me, causing me to cry out.

“Ty!” My head thrashed to the side. “Please,” I begged again as I blindly reached for him. It had been two years since I’d let a man do this to me. I’d been so foolish to walk away from him, and now he was torturing me. “I need you,” I gasped as he raised his head to stare into my eyes. His fingers continued to pump in and out of me as a wicked smile slid across his face.

“You do, huh?” he smirked as he leaned down and ran the flat of his tongue across me again. He curled his fingers, and that single action sent the first orgasm rippling through me. “Fuck, Mia, I can feel your sweet little pussy gripping my fingers like a fucking vise.” His fingers slipped away as he lifted up onto his hands and knees and climbed over me. He leaned down next to my ear, and his voice came out in a whisper. “I wanna feel you grip my cock like that.” Before I could respond, his hips dipped down, and his cock slid into me.

I moaned as my back arched, and he claimed my mouth once again in a deep kiss. His hips started to rock, and his tongue thrusted deep mimicking the motions that his hips were doing. His head jerked back as a few words I couldn’t understand tumbled out before he ground his hips into mine. “Fuck, you feel good,” he hissed as his face twisted. “So fucking good.”

“Ty,” I panted as I wrapped my hands around his shoulders. I dragged my nails down his back, and he growled as I tore into the flesh. I lifted my legs, and wrapped them around his hips as he sped up his tempo. The bed creaked in protest, and I gasped in pleasure while one of his hands trailed down my side. When he reached my hip, he squeezed before lifting it to get a deeper angle. His cock surged deeper causing me to tremble in his arms.

“You always were responsive,” he growled as he leaned back and placed my ankles on his shoulders, one on each side of his head. This action caused a tremor to rush through me, and my mouth dropped open on a gasp. “Come on Mia. Let go!” he commanded. “I wanna feel you come all over my dick.” He lifted a hand to his mouth. After sucking on his thumb, he placed it on my clit and started rubbing vigorously. That was all it took, and my eyes rolled back as stars burst forth blinding me with pleasure. “That’s right,” he hissed. “Squeeze my cock.” Ty was always good at the dirty talk, but tonight, he seemed to be taking it to a whole new level. I’d never heard him like this, and I’m ashamed to admit that it turned me on more.

“Shit!” he snapped as he leaned forward, my knees almost hitting me in the face as he bent my legs up. “I love my little dancer’s body,” he panted as his hips began to slam into mine. My body was still recovering from the orgasm he’d just given me as he worked to get his. His face was strained, and I could feel the tight muscles of his thighs flexing as he rocked faster and harder against me. When he finally found his release, he shook against me before letting my legs fall from his shoulders. His body slumped over, his breath coming in gasps as his head fell to the mattress beside me.

“Mia, I...” he swallowed as the aftereffects of his orgasm still surged through him. “Please don’t walk away again,” he begged. He didn’t lift his head, and it made me worry that he thought after what we just shared and had been doing lately that he thought I could actually leave again. I hadn’t wanted to leave the first time, I just didn’t know how to do both dance and be with him then. Now, I’d like to think I’d grown up and knew how to handle myself.

“I won’t,” I whispered as I brushed sweaty hairs out of the way and pressed a light kiss to his temple. “I promise,” I soothed. He lifted his head and watched me for moment before he pulled back and climbed off me. “Where are you going?” It came out more panicked than I’d meant for it to, and he smiled as he pointed toward the bathroom door. I hadn’t even noticed in my haze that he’d put on a condom. I was glad then that one of us had been thinking. Birth control wasn’t something I’d had to worry about, and I hadn’t been on the pill since we’d broken up.

It didn’t take him long to clean himself up, and soon, he was smiling as he pulled back the covers on my bed. I’d already climbed in, and was secretly wondering if he’d stay the night now that he’d gotten what he’d wanted. “What are you doing?” My eyes opened in shock as he settled next to me and fluffed the extra pillow.

“You asked me to stay,” he smiled, “so I’m staying.” He shrugged his shoulders and then reached for me. “You’re gonna have to make me leave, Mia.”

“What if I never want you to leave?” I mumbled against his chest. “What if I want you to stay forever?”

“Then I better pack a bag, huh?” he chuckled and his chest rumbled with the laughter. “We’ll talk about it in the morning.” He squeezed me in a hug as I nestled into his embrace. “Sleep,” he coaxed. “We’ve got plenty of time to talk tomorrow.” And that’s exactly what I did.

I fell into one of the deepest, most peaceful sleeps I’d had in a long time. Tyler’s chest rose and fell against my cheek as his breathing deepened. His heartbeat had slowed from its erratic beat, and it lulled me into a trance. At that moment it felt like the world was finally right. I was where I was meant to be.

As a dancer, partners are important. Sometimes we’re lucky enough to find them when we first start out. Other times it takes years to find the perfect match. The right partner is important; they know our moves, when to catch, when to lift. They can anticipate where we’re going to go and how fast we’ll get there. They know when they’re needed for support and when they should be the main focus. I’d found the perfect partner in Tyler years ago; I just didn’t know it at the time. Now that I finally had him back, I had no intention of ever letting him go.