Color of Forgiveness (26 page)

“I wanted to kill her…” Dylan growls.

Natalie chuckles. “I can imagine. I would
have loved to have seen your face,” Natalie says with a snicker.
“So when can you come? What about this weekend? You can spend the
night if you want; you know we have plenty of room.”

“Eh, I don’t know…”

“Please? It would mean so much to me.
Besides, you need to come before the baby gets here because after
that it’s going to be crazy.”

“I’ll think about it,” Dylan answers
gruffly.

“Okay. It was really great talking to
you.”

Dylan frowns as he hangs up and thinks about
Natalie’s proposition. It might not be such a bad idea to get Myra
out of Nyssa for a weekend. At least she’d be safe.

He makes one stop at a drug store and half
an hour later, he pulls into Myra’s driveway. When he gets out of
his truck, he stretches his back, his eyes darting all around. He
hates the thought that someone could be lurking around somewhere,
watching Myra. He taps lightly on her door and a moment later hears
the locks clicking as Myra unlocks it and swings the door open. Her
face lights up with the most beautiful smile. Dylan’s heart melts a
little, and a huge grin breaks out across his face in response.

Stepping through the door, he pulls her body
next to his and buries his face in her hair. “Fuck, I missed you,”
he mumbles.

“I missed you too.” She pulls her head back
slightly so she can look into his eyes, touching his cheek softly
with her hand. “I was so worried about you. How did it go?”

He shrugs. “It was all right. It went a hell
of a lot better than I thought it would,” he says, staring at her
lips. He doesn’t want to talk right now. He just wants to touch
her… inappropriately… with his cock, which happens to be really
fucking hard.

He threads his fingers through her soft hair
and leans in, touching his lips softly to hers. He kisses her
gently, small kisses over and over against her mouth. Myra shoves
her hands into his hair and crashes her lips hard against his. He
groans at the contact, loving that she seems to want him as much as
he wants her. Slowly, his lips trail a path from her mouth to her
ear. “I’m supposed to work on your cabinets…”

“I know,” she says in a breathy voice.

“But I want you. I want you naked. I want
you all the damn time.”

Myra moans softly.

“Do you want me?” he asks in a low voice
before gently biting on her neck.

“Yes…”

“What do you want?”

“You… I want you.”

“Do you want my cock?”

She moans again. “Yes…”

“Say it... Tell me you want my cock.”

“I want your cock,” she says with a soft
moan.

Dylan’s breathing hitches, and he’s almost
fucking panting when he pulls back to look at Myra’s flushed face.
“Holy fuck, that was hot. Say it again.”

“I want your cock.”

He slams his lips against hers, and rubs his
hard cock against her. “I’m gonna give you every fucking inch of my
cock, woman. Now get your sweet ass upstairs. I want to ravage you
in your bed.”

She turns and makes a mad dash for the
stairs. He follows after her and can’t seem to get up the damn
stairs fast enough.

* * *

“Oh god,
Dylan…
” Myra groans, her
hands fisting the sheets. His fingers rub against her faster, and
she falls over the edge, hard, splintering into a million
pieces.

“Oh, fuck,” Dylan shouts as he pounds into
her from behind, his grip on her hips almost painful. “I can feel
you… I can feel that. Oh, Jesus, I can’t hold on any longer. I’m
gonna cum…
fuck
…” He thrusts into her rapidly, moaning and
panting. “Myra, oh shit…”

His thrusts slow to a lazy pace until he’s
spent. He pulls out and flops on the bed beside her, pulling her
down onto his chest. “Jesus, that was fucking good. Feel my heart,”
he says between pants as he places her hand on his chest. It pounds
so hard she can see it beating underneath his skin.

“You’re not going to die on me, are you?”
she asks with a grin.

He barks out a laugh. “Nah, you know I can
go all night long,” he says, grinning. “But if I do die, just know
that I died an incredibly happy man. That dirty talk…” he shakes
his head. “You definitely have to do more of that shit. I liked
that a lot.”

“I noticed,” Myra says with a shy smile. “I
need to go clean up. I’ll be right back.”

Dylan frowns and makes a whining sound.
“Hurry up. You know I like to cuddle.”

Myra kisses his chest before hopping off the
bed and making her way to the bathroom. The smile slips from her
face and she takes in a deep breath. She
has
to tell Dylan
about Sabrina. She planned on telling him the minute he stepped
into the door, but he just looked so happy seeing her and she was
so happy that he went to see the therapist. Then things just got so
out of control that before she knew it, she was upstairs naked. She
hopes that maybe he won’t take the news so hard now that he’s a
little more relaxed.
A lot more relaxed
, she thinks to
herself, grinning again. After quickly cleaning up, she steps back
into the bedroom.

“Took you long enough,” Dylan says with a
frown.

“I was only gone a minute,” she says.

Dylan sits up and grabs her, pulling her on
top of him.

“But a minute’s too long,” he says in a low
voice, hugging her close.

“You’re such a needy caveman.”

“Very needy,” Dylan whispers as his fingers
play with her hair.

Myra runs her fingers along his upper arm.
“What’s this?” she asks, touching the patch on his arm. “I was
going to ask you about it earlier when you took your shirt off, but
you distracted me.”

“It’s one of those nicotine patches. You
don’t know how fucking bad I want a cigarette right now,” he says
shaking his head. “But I threw my smokes in the trash. I’m doing
this for you. I’d do anything for you, you know that, right?”

Myra smiles, her eyes tearing up. “Thank
you. But I want you to do it for yourself. I want you to live a
long, happy life.”

“I’ll be happy if I’m with you,” Dylan says
softly.

Myra smiles and touches his cheek and jaw
tenderly, lowering her head to give him a soft kiss. When they
part, she lays her head on his chest, smiling as his hand strokes
up and down her back.

“I’m so proud of you that you kept your
appointment today,” she says. “Do you want to talk about it? I mean
you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she says quickly.

“Stop,” Dylan says as he pokes her in the
rib with a finger, causing her to squeal. “I wanna tell you about
it. It was all right. When I called to set the appointment, I
didn’t pick the doc out; I just told them to set me up with whoever
because I really didn’t give a shit, but get this… the doc’s name
was Mitchum.”

Myra lifts her head up to look at him,
leaning her elbows against his chest. “Seriously…? That’s crazy.
Did it bother you?”

“Hell, yeah, it bothered me a lot at first
but then it wasn’t so bad. She told me I could switch to another
doc if I wanted, but… I don’t know. I decided not to. So I made
another appointment. I’m willing to give it another shot. I wanna
get better and shit… for you.”

She kisses him softly on the mouth before
gently kissing his heart and laying her cheek against it again. For
a long moment they’re quiet, content to just lie in each other’s
arms. Her fingers play with the hair on his chest as he continues
to run his fingers slowly up and down her back.

She clears her throat. “I had a visitor this
afternoon.”

“Who?”

She sits up again, leaning against his chest
and stares at his frowning face. “Sabrina.”

“What the hell?” he shouts.

Myra tenses, her eyes widening at the sudden
loudness of his voice.

He sits up, pushing Myra off his chest. “She
came here? How the hell did she know where you lived? What the hell
did she want?”

“Calm down,” Myra says, grabbing her hand in
his.

“I’m not gonna calm down because her ass
should’ve never been over here. Now what did she want.”

Myra knew he’d overreact. “She just said she
came to visit you and when you weren’t home, she dropped by
Marshall’s and mentioned to Lucia that she was an old friend of
mine and that she’d lost my address. And of course Lucia gave it to
her.”

“That bitch. I’d like to wring her fucking
neck…”

“Lucia’s always had a big mouth.”

“So what did Sabrina want?”

“She basically told me that she wants you
back.”

“Why would she tell
you
that? Jesus
Christ. I don’t want her, Myra. What I had with her is over. I
don’t love her anymore.” Dylan pulls her into his lap and wraps his
arms around her. “I only want
you
. I know I have a lot of
history and shit with her, but it’s done. She has a lot of fucking
nerve coming here and telling you that. You can be guaranteed that
I will set her straight and let her know where things stand.”

“She said she was going to fight for you. I
think that for some reason she has it in her head that since you
told her you’d wait on her, she feels like you owe her another
chance.”

“I should’ve never fucking told her that,
but I felt guilty for leaving her and I wanted her to get better. I
probably would’ve promised her anything to help her get clean. You
do understand that I only want to be with you, right?” Dylan asks
as he rubs his thumb against her cheek.

Myra nods.

“I’ll take care of things with her. She
won’t be bothering you anymore.”

Myra nods again. “Do you think she was the
one that slashed my tires?”

Dylan frowns. “Sabrina? Hell, no.”

“But don’t you think it’s kind of strange
that my tires got slashed, and then she suddenly showed up on my
doorstep telling me how she’s going to fight for you?”

“I’ll admit it’s a little strange, but I
know Sabrina. She’d never do something like that.”

“But I’m the one standing in the way of what
she wants. She wants you and she hates me. You should’ve seen how
angry she was. Maybe she’s using drugs again.”

Dylan shakes his head. “She could be using
again, but she’s just not capable of doing something like
that.”

Myra nods and keeps her mouth shut, a little
offended that he would defend Sabrina so quickly. For some reason,
she can’t quite let go of the thought that Sabrina is somehow
involved.

* * *

“So is Dylan giving you a power drill
demonstration?” Susie asks before snickering like an idiot.

“Shut up. He’s downstairs working on my
cabinets.”

“Why’s he working so late?”

Myra refuses to tell her it’s because they
spent the afternoon in bed. She clears her throat. “His therapy
appointment was today so he wanted to make up for the time he was
gone. He was supposed to go see his chiropractor, but he canceled
because he didn’t want leave me again.”

“I love your man. So how did the therapy
go?”

“Good. He scheduled another
appointment.”

“That’s super fantastic! I’m so proud of the
hottie. You have to hear what happened. I was sitting at my desk
earlier minding my own business when Trent came up and tried to
threaten me. He said he was going to take me to court and sue me
for my little stunt I pulled. So I slowly stood up and pointed my
finger at his puny little chest and said, ‘Go right ahead, bucko,
and as soon as you do, I’m going to have Lori pull out that little
video she has of you boinking Julia on the conference room table,
you dickhead. And you can then kiss your job goodbye,
asswipe’.”

Susie laughs boisterously. Myra doesn’t
laugh because the thought of Trent and Julia on the conference room
table makes her nauseous.

“Sorry, hon, I know you didn’t want to hear
that, but you knew he was doing it. Myra, you should have seen his
face. He turned completely white and then ten shades of purple. I
thought his head was going to explode. He turned and stomped his
little ass right out of my office. I’ve got his tiny little nuts
fisted in my hand so tight. Just one little squeeze, and he’ll be
screaming like a little bitch.

“Oh, and I am so pissed at Jeff. You know
how he goes to the gym like every other day? Well, every time he
comes home, he’s horny as a cross-eyed toad. If I’m cooking supper,
he’s in the kitchen, rubbing his junk all over me and molesting me
the entire time. Now, I know, I
know
what you’re going to
say. I should be happy that he wants me. But that’s the problem. I
know why he’s horny. It’s because he’s been at that stupid gym
gawking at big giant fake titties and tight buns of steel. I’ve
seen what those women look like at the gym with their giant racks
on display and those skin tight yoga pants they wear. And I just
know that he’s been lusting after those women and has gotten all
hot and bothered and is coming home and settling with my fat ass.
I’m so mad at him that I could spit nails. He had the nerve to try
to tell me that it was adrenaline or endorphins or something stupid
like that. I bet if we had a gym at home with no tits and ass in
his face, he wouldn’t want be mauling me afterwards.”

“I can’t believe you just said that,” Myra
says in an angry voice.

“What?”

“How many times have you read those stupid
books with Desmond in them or drooled over pictures of him and then
went and attacked Jeff? You’ve done that so many times, I can’t
even count. What’s the difference in what you’re doing and accusing
him of? You’re doing the same exact thing.”

Susie makes a huffing sound. “I hate you, do
you know that? Why do you have to be such a good friend that you
call me out on my shit? Why can’t you just be a terrible friend and
not tell me like it is because I was really enjoying being all
pissy at Jeff for lusting after those skinny gym whores and now
you’ve complete ruined it for me.”