Gone Missing, page 17
If her own father didn’t love her enough to stick around, why would anyone else? Maybe she’d driven her dad away, caused all of this somehow. Or maybe her father, a jock himself, made typical jock choices and never once regretted his decision to walk out on his son, daughter, and wife without so much as a look back. Obviously, they didn’t fit into his new life as a Division 1 football coach.
Well, guess what, Brian Gerloch, you don’t fit in mine.
Tyler didn’t fit in her life either, despite her screwed up fascination with him. Sexual attraction she could handle easily, but she’d be kidding herself if she believed that’s all there was. Not that she’d fallen in love, she still didn’t like him. The jock did have a few minor redeeming characteristics, if a girl looked hard enough. Like those hard, lean muscles, the way his hair stood up on end after a wild night in bed, or how his blue eyes sparkled when he was giving her shit. Or his soft spot for animals. And maybe he wasn’t as dumb as she’d first thought. In fact, his sharp mind impressed her. None of it mattered because, she’d never attach herself to a man with a sports career. Athletes were married to the game and the game only. Everything else fell by the wayside in the endless pursuit of the next championship.
That empty hole expanded in her chest, a hole she’d never be able to fill because she gave her heart to men who didn’t deserve it, not that she’d given Tyler her heart. Tyler would never know she’d softened a little toward him, nor would her father realize much she missed him. She didn’t do vulnerable—not anymore.
Sliding under the covers, she pulled the blankets up to her chin and closed her eyes. The tick-tick of the clock echoed in the empty room. Lavender tossed and turned for several hours, unable to shut off her brain in order to sleep. She finally heard the click of the door as it opened and shut. Her heart thudded in her chest, tapping out a welcome beat.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” She spoke into the darkness of the room as Tyler’s tall body loomed in the doorframe.
“You’re awake.” He sounded haggard. Tired. She’d never heard such defeat in his voice.
“Yeah.” She sat up and squinted into the darkness, as he crossed the room in a few heavy-laden strides.
“You’d better be naked.”
“More naked than you.” Being a smartass kept her tender emotions at bay.
She heard the sound of a zipper and the rustling of clothes, the crackle of a condom wrapper, the snap of the rubber as it stretched to fit over his erection. A second later a warm, naked body slid under the covers next to her. Tyler reached for her with a desperation so strong it crackled in the air like a live wire on a power line. Every muscle in his body tensed, as if strung too tight and on the verge of breaking.
“You didn’t have to flirt with him.” His muffled words, laced with hurt, reverberated against her shoulder. His warm mouth pressed against her collarbone.
“I wasn’t flirting with him. He was flirting with me.”
“Well, you didn’t have to like it.”
“Who says I did.” She closed her eyes and bit back a moan as he bit at her shoulder, most likely in retribution for her sins.
“I was there. Remember? I saw you.” He moved lower, leaving a trail of rough kisses that inflamed her body.
“You couldn’t see anything beyond your dislike of Zach, who I’d like to remind you is now your teammate.”
He raised his head, staring at her in the darkness. “I wish you wouldn’t remind me.”
She couldn’t make out his expression. Lowering his head, he ran his tongue over her hard nipple, teased the nipple jewelry into his mouth. When she gasped, he closed his mouth over her nipple and sucked. Hard. She rocked her body underneath him. His stubble abraded her skin like sandpaper. Her head swirled from the sensations slamming into her. His tight body told the story. He might be mad at her. He might punish her for playing him, but she’d enjoy the hell out of any penalty he extracted. He pinched her other nipple. Then he twisted it just short of real pain, and a shot of pleasure catapulted through her. Removing his mouth from the other nipple, he grasped it, too, and gave it a sharp twist. The air rushed from Lavender’s lungs.
“Oh, damn. Tyler.”
“Are you attracted to Murphy?” He spat out the linebacker’s name in disgust. His sinful mouth moved within inches of her face. He kissed her chin, her neck. He applied pressure to her nipples with his fingers.
“No. I just wanted to pay you back for toying with my mother and siccing her on me.” She cried out when he grabbed a bit of skin on her neck and bit down, surely leaving a mark. His mark. An alpha male marking his mate. Except she wasn’t his mate. She was only his island screw for a month more.
“Stay away from him.” Tyler spoke with absolute authority, as if he expected obedience, so not Lavender’s thing.
“You don’t get a vote when it comes to what I do.” With his mouth on hers and his fingers milking her breasts, she wanted to promise him anything.
“You sure?” The rawness in his voice undid her. He pushed her thighs apart with his leg and positioned himself between them. Her pussy wept with joy. His greedy mouth came down on hers, harsh and demanding. His tongue and lips invaded and conquered. She surrendered completely, lost in the heat.
Lavender wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he covered her with his big body. “Positive.”
“I don’t feel like taking it easy tonight.”
“Then don’t.” She pressed closer to him, wishing she could absorb him, all of him, and keep him like this forever.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Yet his expression indicated he might be beyond the turning point. Sweat dripped off his face, and his arms shook.
“You won’t. I’m stronger than I look.” She didn’t care if he hurt her, emotionally or physically. She just wanted him inside her.
“I know that.”
“Then fuck me.” She writhed under him and grasped his ass in her hands, squeezing hard.
“Watch that mouth, darlin.” Tyler grabbed her thighs with his big hands and raised her legs over her head. Spread wide, he held them there. “Good thing you’re flexible.” He actually chuckled, which warmed her heart.
“I can still do the splits.”
“I’ll hold you to that before the night is over.” His ever-ready cock pushed at her opening. “You’re wet.”
“I’ve been wet for hours, but I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.”
“Oh, I’m coming honey. I’m coming. So will you.” He slid in a little further and held himself over her. The muscles in his arms bunched from the strain of holding his position.
“I’m sure you won’t—uh—disappoint.”
“Never.” His blue eyes glittered like stars in the night sky. This undefinable chemistry between them arched, snapped and sizzled like an electrical current gone rogue. She witnessed the exact moment his control surrendered to his animal instincts. With a powerful thrust, he reached pay dirt and began his enthusiastic assault. Taking no prisoners and making no apologies, he drove deep and high, retreated, and plunged homeward again, each lunge harder and faster than the last. Digging her fingernails into his back, Lavender urged him on, swept along in his frenzy and building a frenzy of her own. She arched her back, reveled in how deep he reached with each stroke.
He grunted, his hot breath burning her neck, igniting her fire. His mouth sought hers, lips bruising while his tongue plundered. She gave back everything he threw at her.
Harsh, labored breaths signaled his orgasm. He wouldn’t fly solo. She’d be right there with him. Shuddering from the power of their emotions, his cock spasmed inside her. Her walls tightened around him. Her juices flowed. His eyes never left hers.
For one magical moment, Lavender wriggled past his tight defenses, slipped into the depths of his most secret places. With him buried inside her, the world stood still for them. As if they were poised on an edge, about to bungee jump off a bridge, fall to their fate, only to be saved at the last minute by the bungee cord, their only thin link to sanity. Lavender didn’t want sanity. She wanted Tyler stripped raw and bare, ready to reveal his body and soul to her, but an instant later the door slammed shut. Lust trampled the moment, sweeping her away in a stampede of the physical.
Tyler didn’t give her a moment to recover. His control blew up in a frenzy of wild animal hunger. Lavender closed her eyes and sank into oblivion with him.
What a way to go.
* * * * *
Tyler’s eyes snapped open. He stared at the ceiling, suddenly wide awake. If he didn’t get out of Lavender’s bed and sneak back into the mansion before sunrise, he’d get no end of shit from the guys, especially from Murphy. He shouldn’t give a shit, never would’ve before, but he wasn’t sure he’d be able to tolerate the hassle in his current state of mind.
Lavender stirred beside him. She didn’t awaken but snuggled closer. She buried one small hand in his chest hair. The other gripped his bicep. He almost smiled, almost forgot his worries, she looked so damn cute and sexy. Especially sexy. Dang, his cock hardened in response. He’d have thought his dick wouldn’t have anything left after last night’s marathon. Obviously, his little head possessed more try than his big head did anymore.
He sighed and closed his eyes. The last twenty-four hours rolled through his mind in a blur of impressions and reactions, covering a gamut of emotions. But, hell, at least he’d gone beyond numbness to feeling something, even if so far it was limited to anger and lust.
Tyler dreaded more time with his teammates, fearing they’d see what he already knew, along with his cousin and that asshole Murphy. He’d misplaced his indomitable will to win, and he doubted he’d be able to pull off another season of faking it. Already he caught the guys staring at him, wondering if he’d quit on them in the middle of an important game.
Murphy’s smirk said it all. He’d be more than happy to take Tyler down if his teammate didn’t leave his heart and soul out on the field. Tyler wasn’t sure he had a heart or soul left to leave.
Lavender rose up and regarded him with sleepy eyes. He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and gazed at her for a moment. A fleeting instant of contentment crept past his defenses.
Glancing up, he caught his expression in the mirror on the dresser near the foot of the bed and did a double take.
Tenderness? What the fu--heck? Tenderness? He forced his face into his standard arrogant mask.
“Had you ever been to Twin Cedars before Artie died?” Her question from out of the blue caught him off guard and unbalanced.
Tyler battened down the hatches, not willing to give away anything. A muscle ticked in his jaw. His voice sounded tight to his own ears. “My dad spent his summers here for years growing up. After my grandfather and my dad had their final falling out, Dad quit visiting the place. Then Grandpa died and Uncle Artie inherited.”
“Did you ever visit the islands as a kid?” Annoyingly, she pried, obviously in an attempt to get beneath his surface armor. But why?
“Plenty. But never here. Never. All this happened long before I was born.” He thawed slightly. “And you? How did you end up here?”
“I grew up on the mainland not far from the ferry landing. My dad—Brian—coached high school football in Mt. Vernon. This property was in his family for a couple generations, but Mom got it in the divorce.”
Tyler rubbed his fingers across his rough stubble. “I went to WSU because your dad was there. My dad used to hang out with him when he came to visit the islands as a kid. They were college roommates. I bet you never knew that.”
“I didn’t.”
“Small world, huh?”
She nodded and visibly swallowed.
Tyler rolled over onto his side and propped his head up with his hand. He studied her in the rare morning sunlight peeking through the curtains. “You know, Vinnie, my dad never reconciled with his father. I guess he thought his dad would always be there, and he’d get to it someday. After Grandpa died, he said not seeing him one last time was the biggest regret of his life. I know I'd give anything for the chance to see my dad again, to have him in my life.”
She tensed in his arms, but he plowed onward. “Vinnie, you have a dad who’s still alive. You’re throwing away the chance to have a future with him in it.”
“He threw away that chance, not me. He abandoned me.”
“What if he didn't? At least not to the extent you’ve been told. What if you've just been made to believe he did?”
Her eyes narrowed, she slammed the shades shut and boarded up the door and windows in an attempt to keep out the truth—a truth she most likely didn’t want to face regarding her mother’s role in all this. “We’ve been down this road. I told you. Brian Gerloch is off-limits.” She grabbed the blanket and swung her legs off the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress with her back to him.
“You might try to see both sides.” He stroked her spine with gentle, sure strokes. He’d shoved his problems to the back burner and focused on her pain.
“I’ve seen both sides. My father is wrong.” She hugged herself, tightly, rocking back and forth, and softening his heart.
“Nothing is that black and white.”
“This is.” Huddling forward, she gripped the blanket tighter around her, as if it would insulate her from a lifetime of pain.
“Why do you let your mother run your life?”
She couldn't voice the answer, but Tyler knew the answer already. Her mother's love was conditional, like Ryan’s mother had been, always conditions, do this and I'll love you, do that and I won't. If she didn't cave to her mother, Brenda Mead might go away like her father and brother had. At least that’s how he saw it.
When she didn’t answer, he spoke again. “You’re a stubborn brat.”
“You’re an obnoxious asshole.”
His big hand snaked around her waist and pulled her back down onto the bed. “I resemble that remark.”
“You sure do.” She wriggled around until she faced him, her body draped across his chest.
“So that’s it. You won’t even reconsider?”
“That’s it. Done. Finished.”
“It works both ways. You don’t try to psychoanalyze me, and I won’t you.” He smiled; triumphant he’d proven his point.
“Deal. All we have together is sex. We need to keep it that way.”
“Does this mean you like me?” He teased her, hoping like hell she’d maintain her distance as he attempted to do.
“Not at all. I still can’t stand you. You’re an arrogant, self-serving jock.”
“You forgot entitled. That’s my favorite insult. I like being entitled.” He buried his face in her hair. She smelled so damn good.
“Sorry. My Bad. Entitled. Absolutely. I can’t stand entitled jocks.”
“Good. Dislike makes the sex hotter. If we got along, it’d be a boring as hell.”
“No chance of that.”
Yet there was a chance, a chance this thing between them might be slipping out of his control. He took her mouth in his, slipped his tongue inside when she parted her lips. Tyler lost himself in her soft naked body rubbing against his harder, rougher one, hard being the operative word. His cock stood poised at the starting gate, raring to go. Rolling onto his back, he dragged her with him, still kissing her. Hey, it was a talent.
“Ride me, baby.”
Lavender pulled away and sat up, straddling his torso. She rewarded him with a sexy, sultry smile. She grabbed a condom packet from his nightstand and unrolled it on him in record time. Raising her hips, she lowered herself onto his waiting cock.
“Oh, fu--fudge. Heaven. Frigging heaven.” He groaned and bit down on his lower lip. Her wet pussy sheathed his cock inch by incredible inch. Her muscles clenched around his dick. Waves of pleasure circuited from his body through his malfunctioning brain and back to his erection. Nothing about his cock was malfunctioning, which was a damn good thing. She lifted her hips until only the head of his cock rested inside her moist entrance. His balls tightened almost painfully. She held herself above him, teasing the tip of his cock with her hot pussy.
Enough of this shit.
Tyler grasped her waist and slammed her hips downward, shoving his dick deep inside her.
She screamed out and arched her back, pressing her hips into his. “Tyler. Ty, oh, yeah, that feels so incredible.”
“Then ride me, baby, like you’re riding for your life, and the devil is on your heels.” He loosened his grip on her hips, allowing her to control the pace.
“The devil isn’t on my heels. He’s underneath me.” Her mass of red curls tickled his chest as she leaned down and claimed his mouth. Damn, but he loved an aggressive woman.
“You got that right, honey.”
She lifted up her ass and slammed back down, upping the pace with each rise and fall of her hips. The air whooshed out his lungs and stole his breath, rendering him incapable of speech. The smell of sweat, sex, and Lavender filled his nostrils. They kissed like two uncivilized creatures, mindful only of the moment, and driven by the most basic of desires. Their bodies slapped together in rhythm, followed by a sucking sound on the upstroke as her pussy gripped his. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. Deeper and deeper.
Tyler opened his eyes and met her gaze. Usually he didn’t meet a woman’s eyes during sex. He avoided the intimacy. With Lavender, he couldn’t look away, couldn’t save himself from falling until they melded into one being with one purpose: to experience ultimate pleasure.
And their screwing did just that. His control shattered. He came, shouting her name to the treetops. A split second later, he heard his own name over and over.
They collapsed in a pile of spent arms and legs, not moving for several minutes.
Shaking off the after-sex high, Tyler stood and started pulling on his clothes. “I need to get back before I’m missed.”
