7. Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
T yler watched Becca’s hips sway with each step as she walked away from the barn, his cock pulsing in time with her motion. The woman oozed sex, and this was only the beginning. She was going to test his control to the limits.
He led Thunder into the stables, working on autopilot as he tended to the horse before making his way to the main house. Jogging up the stairs, he headed to his private rooms, stripped, and stepped into the shower.
The cold water made him grit his teeth when it flowed his overheated skin, and it wasn’t all from the horse grooming. He braced his arms against the tile wall, letting the water sluice over his body, willing his dick to soften.
It didn’t.
Shivering, he growled in frustration, turned the water warmer, and scrubbed his skin so he wouldn’t show up to dinner smelling of horse. Finishing up, he dried off and strode into his bedroom.
His cock slapped against his skin with each step. The damn thing had a mind of its own, and right now, it wanted Becca. Waiting sucked, but it was the right thing to do. Flopping down on his bed, he reached over and opened the nightstand drawer. He pulled out a condom and one of his favorite toys.
After slipping the condom on, he placed the sleeve over his sheathed cock. Settling against the pillows, he took the bulb in his hand and began squeezing. Fuck, his hips rose with the first pump. He was on edge. Closing his eyes, he thought about how Becca would look in the clearing as they made love, her long brown hair spread over the blanket, her breasts swollen, her nipples hard from his mouth and fingers, her pussy wet when he caressed her clit.
He pumped the bulb fast while he fantasized about encasing her hard nubs in clamps, the silver chain dangling between her ripe breasts as she straddled him, her head facing his feet and his dick pointed at her mouth.
Oh, yeah . The chain would dangle against his abs as she went down on him. He couldn’t help but tug on it. She’d pull him deep into her mouth, sucking him. He’d pull the chain harder watching her body flush. Her pussy glistening above him, his tongue would swipe the moisture gathered there.
As his balls tightened, he squeezed the bulb in his hand harder, consumed by his fantasy. His fingers parted those rosy pussy lips before plunging two fingers into her. Becca would moan as he leaned up and captured her clit with his mouth.
Within minutes, she would be screaming in pleasure…
And that’s when his cock exploded. His hips arched higher as his climax hit him hard. But he didn’t stop squeezing the bulb, pretending it was Becca’s mouth, until he was sure his balls were empty.
Tyler slumped against the mattress, his body covered in a fine sweat. Damn, now he needed another shower, but he didn’t care. His cock was satisfied, the man not as much. He wanted Becca in his arms. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow. Once Becca’s lessons started, she wouldn’t know what hit her.
With a groan, he removed the toy and walked back into his bathroom. Tomorrow was a new day.
***
Becca woke to music. Music? She shook her head and then remembered she’d left the MP3 player on repeat last night since she didn’t have her phone. The cabin had been too quiet, and she couldn’t stand it.
Throwing the covers aside, she slid out of bed. The cool air flowed over her naked body. She never slept in the nude.
This was Tyler’s fault. After their ride, she’d returned to her cabin and masturbated. Her body was satisfied until dinner, when Tyler sat next to her, his masculine scent teasing her.
It didn’t help that he touched her every chance he got, making it clear that they were partners now. Her body was so sensitive to him. When he’d glanced her way with those blazing blue eyes, her pussy flooded. Throughout dinner she fought the urge to grab him, strip him, and fuck him on the dining room table, not caring who watched.
That scared her. She’d never reacted to a man like this, not even when she and Tyler were together in college. Yes, he’d been insatiable—both of them were—but nothing like this.
After dinner he walked her back to her cabin and left her on the doorstep with another deep scorching, wet kiss before telling her he’d see her in the morning. He even had the nerve to whistle as he left. She stomped into the cabin and immediately searched for a vibrator.
The freestanding cabinet in the bedroom was padlocked, and she couldn’t find a key anywhere in the cabin. Why would an adult ranch lock up their vibrators? She could call and ask about obtaining a vibrator, but that would be embarrassing, especially if Tyler answered the phone.
Instead, she used her fingers but still went to bed frustrated and needy.
Becca glanced at the clock next to the bed. Damn, eight. She’d better get a move on if she was going to shower, dress, and eat before her first lecture at ten.
After grabbing clothes out of the dresser, she took a quick shower. Her body was sweaty from her erotic dreams last night. At this rate, with as many showers as she was taking, she’d need to bathe in lotion so her skin wouldn’t dry out. Once dressed, she headed to the ranch house to grab coffee and breakfast. At nine fifty-five, Becca walked into the lecture building.
She found the right room and walked in. Maggie and Sally were already there.
“Hi, Becca,” they chorused.
“Hi.” She bit her lip and was about to take a seat when a perky blonde woman all but bounced into the room.
“Hi, ladies. I’m Liza, and I’ll be your instructor today. Since we’re a small group, why don’t we sit on the mats and get comfortable?”
Becca followed the other women to the front of the room and lowered herself onto the gray mat. They sat in a loosely formed circle.
“That’s better,” Liza said. “We’ll start off with introductions, then on to the lecture. I’ve been on staff here since the ranch opened, as has most of the staff. I’m married to Bart, who is another instructor. I’m also one of the housekeepers.” Liza paused and looked at each of them. “Tell me why you’re in this lecture. Maggie, why don’t you start?”
“I wanted to see how communication can spice up my love life.”
“Me, too, plus exploring the more exotic side of sex,” Sally chimed in.
All gazes turned to her. “Ummm. Tyler recommended the class.” What else could she say? Becca took a deep breath. “My best friend gave me this trip as a pre-wedding present, I was supposed to be here with my fiancé, but I found him in bed with my boss six days ago.” Six days? It seemed like a lifetime ago.
“Bastard,” Sally said.
“You’re better off without him,” Maggie commented.
Becca smiled her thanks to the women. “My friend convinced me to take this trip anyway. I didn’t know it was an adult ranch for couples.”
Liza nodded. “Interesting that Tyler volunteered to be your partner.”
Becca bit her lip, then figured it wouldn’t hurt to tell them. “Not so far-fetched. Tyler and I went to college together. We were lovers back then.”
Liza grinned. “Now that makes sense. Thank you for sharing. This lecture concentrates on communication with your partner. We know there are a lot of lectures to take in, and it’s fine to be here without your partner. We encourage you to split up when possible and then report back to each other.”
“Charlie wanted to come with me,” Sally said. “But I sent him to the cunnilingus class. He needs help in that direction.”
“I sent Peter to the sexual positions class,” Maggie added. “Sometimes he forgets missionary can be a bit boring.”
Everyone laughed, and Becca’s tension began to ease.
“You both communicated with your partners on what you’d prefer, and that’s what this class is about,” Liza said. “How to communicate your fantasies and desires to your partner.”
Fantasies? Becca tilted her head. This would be very interesting.
“The first step is to forget all your inhibitions; they don’t belong here. And forget anything else you’ve been conditioned to think about sex and fantasies. Noting is taboo at Quick Silver Ranch. Today, you are free. Sally, tell us a fantasy. If you could do anything you wanted with Charlie, what would it be?”
Becca swallowed. What the heck will I say when it’s my turn? She forced herself to concentrate on what Sally was saying. Maybe she could pick up some pointers.
***
Tyler knocked on Becca’s cabin door right before one. He’d worked like a demon last night and this morning to make sure he had the afternoon free to spend with Becca. Yes, he could have delegated a lot of his jobs, but he’d need his workers’ help later in the week.
He’d stopped to talk with Liza to find out, asking her how the morning workshop went. All she told him was he was lucky to have a partner like Becca.
So where is she? He knocked again, harder. No answer.
He pursed his lips in frustration. This time, he knocked even harder and called out her name. He could use the master key, and he would if she didn’t answer this time.
“Just a second.” A muffled voice yelled. She flung the door open a minute later.
Becca’s face looked flushed, her hair half in and half out of a ponytail. Her breathing was erratic, and her nipples stood hard against the fabric of her T-shirt. Did she forget their meeting?
His gaze traveled over her body. A pair of short-shorts and bare feet. She shifted from one foot to the other as his focus lingered on her exposed thighs. When his gaze returned to her face, he spotted a hint of defiance in her eyes, as if she expected him to disapprove of something.
“Ready for our afternoon session?” he asked.
Without a word, she turned and walked away. Something was annoying her. He’d discover what it was shortly. Instead of following her, he made his way into the small kitchen and opened the refrigerator.
They’d found a small kitchen in the cabins helped the couples feel more at home. He glanced at the table, where a platter with fruit, cheese, and sandwiches sat there along with water and juice.
Good. His instructions had been carried out as directed. Closing the refrigerator, he sauntered to the doorway of the bedroom where Becca had disappeared.
Becca stood by the window, hugging herself. He glanced at the disheveled bed.
Ah, that’s why she’s upset. And that’s why she looked so flustered when she opened the door.
“Someone has been masturbating.”
“It helps a little bit,” she muttered. Then in a stronger voice. “I want a vibrator.”
Tyler crossed over to her, slipped his arms around her, and tugged her back against him. “After the toy class tomorrow.”
“Today.”
A demand?
“No.” He was firm. “We’ve had issues in the past where clients used some of our toys without proper instruction and ended up in the ER. We keep them locked until after the class.”
“Damn it, Tyler.” She twisted in his hold until she faced him. “I need a vibrator.”
“I can be your vibrator.” Guiding her, he walked backward to the bed. “Tell me your fantasies.”
“Right now, it’s roasting you over a fire pit.”
He laughed. “At least you’re honest.” There was the spunky woman he remembered from college. “But not so fun for me.”
“This isn’t funny.” She squirmed in his hold.
“I can remedy that.” He released her and toed off his shoes, then pulled his shirt over his head.
“What are you doing?” She stood, defiant, with her fists jammed on her hips.
“Undressing. Are you going to join me, or do you want me to peel those clothes off you—one item at a time?”
“Do it.”
There was a note of challenge in her voice. She was daring him, and he had no intention of backing down. He finished undressing, deliberately taking his time, folded his clothes precisely —again in no rush—and placed them on top of the dresser. His cock was now fully erect. He could feel her gaze boring into his skin. He turned and a soft gasp left her lips.
“Ummmm…it’s…ahh…bigger than I remember.”
“Could be.” In a few steps, he was in front of her. Leaning down, his lips hovered above hers. “I’ve been jacking off since yesterday, and it hasn’t helped me either.”
His mouth closed over hers in a soft kiss. He was going to savor every minute. He’d make her come, but on his terms. Catching the hem of her T-shirt, he lifted.
He held their kiss until the last second, before he whisked the fabric over her head. He tossed it in the direction of the dresser. “No bra.” He palmed her bare breast, massaging it before moving to the other one. Her nipples were already hard.
“It was irritating my nipples.”
“Your skin is silky smooth.” He trailed his fingers down her sides to the waistband of her shorts. He hooked his thumbs inside the fabric. “Nice short-shorts.”
She shifted from one foot to the other. “Take them off.”
He unhooked the button and edged the zipper down, then peeled the fabric over her hips. Her musky scent tantalized his nose as he stripped her panties with her shorts. He tossed them out of the way, not caring where they landed.
“You are so beautiful.”
She squirmed beneath his gaze, then shivered when his palms covered her hips, his thumbs drawing lazy circles on her skin. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees and blew out a breath, ruffling her pubic curls.
“Tyler.”
A tremor rippled through her body. Since he didn’t want her legs giving out on her, he rose to his feet, scooped her up, and placed her on the bed. Before he could move, she ran her fingers up and down his hard cock.
“Hard, but warm,” she murmured. “And definitely much bigger than I remember.”
“It’s all yours,” he whispered as he laid down next to her. Pushing the stray hair away from her ear, he licked the lobe. “What’s your fantasy for today?”
***
Becca bit her lower lip. She couldn’t believe how forthright she’d been with Tyler, but then again, she’d never been so frustrated in all her life. Even now, he nuzzled the skin below her ear, causing delicious shivers of pleasure to run through her body.
“I want…” She cleared her throat. “I want you to lick and suck me all over.”
“That sounds like fun.” His lips caressed her neck, his tongue leaving a light wet trail, until he found the spot where her neck and shoulder met. He sucked, then blew air on her skin.
Becca moaned. Oh, my goodness.
“Good moan or bad moan?” The words were muffled against her skin.
“Good one.” Oh, so good.
His mouth continued its journey, dropping kisses on her collar bone, on her right shoulder, and down her arm. He kissed each finger in turn.
Becca fought against squirming, her senses totally focused on Tyler’s lips. Each touch, lick, or nip caused more moisture to gather between her thighs.
“I’ll use my hands too.” His voice sounded thick with desire.
Tremors swept through her as he lightly raked his nails over her left arm, while his tongue licked her inner right arm. His left hand found hers, and their fingers tangled together.
His tongue paused at her wrist, where her pulse pounded, before moving lower. “Ohhhh.” It was more of a groan than a word as he drew her index finger between his lips and sucked.
Her pussy tightened. She was going to come from him sucking her fingers. How was that even possible? Before her body could ratchet up another notch, he released her finger.
“Now what?” That familiar sexy bad-boy grin played around his lips.
She shifted her legs, hoping to relieve the pressure.
His eyes darkened. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded.
“I don’t remember you being this dominant in college.” Forceful at times, maybe.
“We didn’t have a lot of time then. We had classes and studying, plus a party or two.”
“More than a party or two,” she joked. Tyler had been known to party most weekends with or without her, but he never crossed the line and cheated on her. And, somehow, he never got behind in his classes or missed a test.
“Agreed. Now we have all the time in the world.”
“Just this week.” She wasn’t sure she could voice her needs. Too many times being shut down by men saying they didn’t need her instructions had taken firm hold.
This was different. This was Tyler, and he wanted to hear her voice.
Still, something held her back. She shifted, but he didn’t move. “I…” She couldn’t get the words past the lump in her throat.
Lord, did the session this morning teach me nothing? While she understood communication with her partner was important, getting past her own fears proved more difficult.
“Maybe you need more warming up.” His mouth closed over her right nipple.
Oh fuck. He nipped at her flesh, making her pussy tighten. When he switched to her other breast, she could barely catch her breath. Then he stopped and pushed her thighs apart, cradling her knees in his arms.
Yes, that’s what I want . His breath brushed against her overheated skin. She glanced at him from beneath her lashes to find him studying her. Gazes locked, he slipped his index finger into his mouth and pulled it out with a pop .
He traced her labia with his wet finger before lowering his head and nipping at her inner thighs.
“Oh god,” she whispered as her hips arched. She could swear she felt him smiling against her skin. Without conscious thought, her fingers tangled into the quilt covering the bed. Tyler continued to nibble, kiss, and lick her inner thighs.
Heat raced over her skin as he spread her pussy lips. Cool air played around her opening as his thumb circled her clit without touching it directly. Between the cool air and his touch, her tension ratcheted up another notch. She clutched the fabric beneath them. She needed…
“Tyler.” Did I say that aloud?
“Yes, sweetheart?” His breath brushed over her clit, and her hips bucked. She wanted him, his lips on her clit, his tongue caressing her until she came.
“Please.” Damn, she was begging.
“Please what?”
She wanted to smack him, but instead she said, “Please lick my pussy.”
“My pleasure.” His tongue swept over her clit from top to bottom.
“Yes!” she shouted. She expected him to dive right in, but instead, he circled her clit, then his finger followed the path of his tongue.
“You taste so sweet. Sweeter than when we were in college.” He slipped his finger into her pussy, prompting her to moan. “Wetter too.” A second finger joined the first. “You’re sopping, and I love it.”
“Yes, please.” Her hips arched, pressing toward his fingers, wanting more.
“I like you wet. I like it when you’re flushed with desire and need. Most of all, I want you on edge, begging for it.”
His mouth covered her clit, his tongue flicking it as he wiggled his fingers within her. She cried out as her muscles clamped down on those wonderful digits that made her nerves tingle. She wanted to come so bad.
Her orgasm was right there, hanging, waiting for the right touch, the right movement that would send her over the edge. But Tyler wasn’t doing that. He stilled his fingers inside her until her pussy stopped gripping them.
He moved them once again, and as soon as she tightened around them, he’d stop. Again and again.
“More.” She could barely get the word out. “I need more.” The need in her voice scared her, but only for a mere second. It wasn’t fear of Tyler. It was fear of being left unsatisfied, as she’d had been with other men.
Tyler added a third finger as he drew her clit into his mouth. A shudder rippled through her body. A good one.
She really hadn’t anticipated these eye-opening sensations. When he curved his fingers and tapped her G-spot, her tummy tightened and her toes curled.
“Fuck!” she yelled as her climax rolled over her in unforgiving waves, her fingers clutching the quilt beneath her. It wasn’t until the first hard waves subsided that she realized Tyler continued to lick her clit with slow strokes, and his fingers remained inside her clenching pussy.
He wiggled them. “Tyler, I don’t think—” The words came out slowly while she fought to catch her breath. But he started stroking her pussy once again.
She couldn’t…but she could. Her pussy quivered. Becca released the quilt and buried her fingers in his hair when his tongue flicked her clit. Her second climax hit, and her hips arched, pressing against his mouth and fingers.
“I…” She’d never had multiple orgasms until now, and it felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her head thrashed against the mattress while Tyler slowly eased up, and the tremors faded. Becca released his head and collapsed against the mattress. She was totally spent.
And damn if she hadn’t enjoyed everything he’d done to her.
***
Tyler lifted his head and licked his lips, tasting Becca’s unique flavor. Her body had gone limp beneath him, and he couldn’t help the pride swelling in him that he’d made her orgasm twice.
She was fantastic. So responsive to his touch, and she tasted so sweet. Glancing up at her, he took in her parted lips, the rise and fall of her chest, her nipples at full attention. He was tempted to take those taut peaks into his mouth and suck for all he was worth.
His fingers remained in her pussy as she spasmed around them. Eventually, with care, he slid his fingers from her and began kissing his way up her body, making sure to keep his full weight off of her.
Becca opened her eyes, and he recognized not only satisfaction in her gaze, but desire. Without hesitation, he leaned down and covered her lips with his. His cock jumped when he realized she probably tasted herself on his lips
Her lips parted, and he thrust his tongue into the recesses of her mouth, teasing and tasting her. He wanted to dive into her hot, wet core, but he wouldn’t. Today was about communication, building trust, and her satisfaction. His could wait.
He broke the kiss, and her sigh brushed against his skin. Her fingers dug into his shoulders.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, rolling onto his side and cradling her against him.
“I’ve never…” She closed her eyes, concealing her gaze from him.
Tyler waited. She would talk when she was ready. Their gazes connected once again as she stared at him.
“You’ve improved with age. I’ve never had multiple orgasms before.”
“You’ll have a lot more of them before we’re through.” He was pleased she trusted him enough to tell him about her orgasms. In college, he’d been more interested in his satisfaction than his hers.
He’d learned a lot about how to satisfy a woman. His stomach rumbled, Becca giggled.
“I think someone’s hungry.”
While he didn’t want to leave her luscious body, it was time to feed another hunger. “Be right back.” He dropped a kiss on her rosy lips and slid off the bed.
Once in the kitchen, picked up the large platter of food, then grabbed two bottles of water and returned to the bedroom. A naked picnic in bed sounded good to him.
But Becca wasn’t in bed where he left her.
She was wearing her robe and standing by the window. He fought to hide his disappointment.
Give her time. They might have known each other in the past, but this was a different time and place. They’d matured and changed.
“Shall we go and eat on the back porch?”
“Sure.” Becca shrugged, but didn’t look at him.
That’s not good . His gut clenched. Balancing the food, he pushed open the French doors and stepped outside. He set the platter on the side table along with the water, then crossed to where Becca stood in the doorway.
Without a word, he framed her face with his hands and gave her a hard, deep kiss. Once he finished, they were both breathing hard. He gazed at her upturned face, seeing her desire, but there was something else—a hint of fear, maybe. He reined in his needs. Communication was important.
“Sit down.” He gestured to the porch swing.
“Ummm… Aren’t you going to put something on?”
“No.” He was fine with being nude. He sat on the swing and waited for her to join him.
“But…” Her gaze shifted to his rock-hard cock, and it jumped. “What about the people next door?”
“We have complete privacy.” He gestured to the hedges. It was one of the things he and Jared made sure of when they laid out the cabins and landscaping.
She studied the hedges. “I see it now.” Instead of taking a seat on the swing, Becca chose to sit in the chair across from him.
Masking his disappointment, he grabbed a sandwich and bit into it. “Eat something.” He hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and he needed to keep his strength up. He had a feeling Becca was going to test him at every turn.
Her silence weighed on him as he ate. He waited to see what she would do, but she only sat with her hands folded neatly into her lap. This was the closed-down Becca he disliked.
“Why did you put the robe on?” He wanted her to at least talk to him. He twisted the caps off the water bottles before taking one and drinking.
“I can’t run around naked.”
“Sure you can.”
Her head tilted, and a giggle escaped her lips before she sobered once again. “I sound like my mother.”
“Tell me about her.” Tyler sat back. During their time in college, her mother called her constantly, but Becca never really talked much about her, nor had he met her mother.
“My mother is a piece of work.” She sighed. “You remember in college how often she called me?”
He nodded. “I remember being surprised you were living in an apartment near campus on your own.”
“Yeah, I wanted to pretend my mother didn’t exist because college meant freedom.”
“I’m sorry.” He’d been too self-absorbed with school and everything to think about why she didn’t talk about her mother.
“After you left, the calls got more frequent. When I graduated, she insisted I move back home.”
“And did you?” He wanted her to keep talking.
She crossed her arms over her stomach, and her features tightened. Did she even realize how much she was telling him with her body?
Probably not.
“For a while. I knew it was a mistake, but I needed to build my resume first.” She tightened her arms around her waist.
Tyler almost stood to pull her into his lap and cradle her close. Her closed expression and the way she held herself told him whatever had happened wasn’t good.
“My mother has always been controlling.”
“What about your father?” She’d never mentioned him.
We should have talked more in college.
“I don’t know. All my mother would ever say was that he wasn’t around.”
It hit Tyler right then. She said my mother, not my mom . “I’m sorry.”
She gave him a little smile. “After I moved back home, Mother became even more obsessed with controlling every aspect of my life.”
“That couldn’t have been easy. You’d been on your own for four years in college.”
“It wasn’t. As my mother said, I’d grown an attitude.”
“I bet.” He couldn’t see Becca kowtowing to anyone.
“At least, that’s what she would tell me. Anyway, without my knowledge, she arranged a job for me.” Becca snorted; there was no other way for him to describe it. “I should have realized there was no way a person like me, straight out of college with only a bachelor’s degree and no experience, should have landed that job as head of catering at the Franco Hotel.”
Tyler whistled. That was one of the premier hotels in San Francisco. “You were excited.”
“Yes, and afraid. But my excitement overrode the fear, and things were fine until…”
He waited. He was starting to get the picture, and he was sure he wouldn’t like where this was going. “Until?” he prompted.
“Until Randall.”
“Randall, not Alan?”
“Yeah, he was before Alan.” Another sigh escaped her. “I was so stupid, Tyler. So damn na?ve. After you left, I wasn’t really interested in being with another man.”
“This Randall entered your life.” He fought his own jealousy. He’d had other lovers during their time apart. Why shouldn’t she?
“Yes. He was older, and I couldn’t believe he was interested in me.”
“How much older?”
“Ten years.”
Not a huge gap. “I can see why any man with a brain would be interested in you.”
“Thanks.” She bit her lower lip. “I started dating Randall. At first, it was fun, then Mother started pressuring me to marry him.”
“Did you?” She hadn’t mentioned being married before, only leaving her ex—Alan.
“No, but it was damn close. I can see now what happened with perfect clarity, but back then, I guess I didn’t want to see it at the time.” Her voice quivered.
Tyler clenched his hands. He had to let her tell the story in her own way.
“Did you know that going to SF State was the first time I defied my mother’s will?” Her voice was soft.
“No.” He wished they’d had this conversation about her mother years ago. “Because I was clueless and I regret not asking.”
“I didn’t want to discuss my mother and you didn’t push. I was happy living in my bubble. “Everything I did in high school was because of my mother. After I graduated, Mother wanted me to be a part of her ladies groups, charities, and all that.”
“You had other ideas.”
“Yes. I wanted to study hotel hospitality. SF State was the perfect place. I had the grades, and I even had several scholarships lined up. When I told my mother, she went ballistic.” Becca shivered.
Tyler could see it. An eighteen-year-old Becca standing up to her domineering mother for the first time.
“She yelled and raged at me, and for once, I let it all bounce off me. Everything I’d done up until that time was to please my mother. I held my ground, and when fall arrived, I moved into a small apartment right by campus.”
He’d noticed her the second day of classes. How he missed her in high school Tyler didn’t know. She sat two rows over from him in a marketing class, but it wasn’t until months later that he finally asked her out.
“My mother never knew I had a lover in college.” Becca seemed to curl into herself. She drew her legs up and wrapped her arms around them. “Randall and I had been dating about six months when he asked me to marry him. I was going to say no, but he told me he’d already spoken to Mother. Not wanting to disappoint her, I agreed. My first mistake.”
Her breathing quickened. “The second one was two months later. One night he took me back to his place—not unusual, we would often go to his place, sit, and talk.”
“This night was different?” His heart hurt as his anger at her mother and this Randall person grew.
“Yes. I’d been dragging my feet about the wedding date. Mother was pressuring me, and so was Randall. All I wanted to do was run away. That alone should have clued me in that something wasn’t right.” She stood and paced a few steps before turning back to him.
When he spotted the agony in her features, he stood and moved to her side and pulled her into his arms. He would give her as much comfort as he could.
“I was so stupid.” Her voice trembled.
He couldn’t stand hearing her put herself down for something that wasn’t her fault. “Not stupid,” he countered.
“Why didn’t I see what was coming?” She hiccupped. “I trusted him.”
“ Shhhh .” He cradled her closer. He hated she was so upset. “You don’t have to tell me.”
“I do.” She leaned back in his embrace and gazed up at him.
The tears in her eyes tugged at his heart.
“Communication is important. You need to know this before we go any further, and I need to tell you.”
Tyler nodded but wouldn’t release her. He’d share his strength for whatever she had to say.
“It started off innocent enough, kissing and light petting, but then Randall got aggressive.”
“He assaulted you?” That was the only conclusion he could come to.
“Almost.” Her voice was barely a whisper now. “I fought him. Hard. I wasn’t ready. He ripped my clothing and hit me. While I was dazed, he threw me onto the bed. He was holding me down when my cell rang.”
Fucking bastard. Tyler tightened his arms around her. He’d make sure he had the rat bastard’s full name and then send some friends to see Randall and remind him how to treat a woman.
“It was probably the only time I was grateful for my mother calling me. It gave me a chance to push Randall off. I grabbed my phone and screamed at my mother to call the police.”
“And did she?”
Becca’s eyes filled with anger and disappointment. “She demanded I give the phone to Randall. I did, thinking she’d tell him to back off. He placed the phone on the table and tapped speaker.” Her body shook. “My mother told Randall he couldn’t fuck me, but he could check to see if I was still a virgin any way he wanted.”
“Son of a bitch.” Damn. Her mother was a piece of work. It was a good thing he didn’t hurt women, but he damn sure wanted to hurt that woman. As for Randall, Tyler’s decision to have his friends give him a talking-to was cemented.
“I was so shocked by my mother’s words that I wasn’t prepared when Randall forced me back on the bed.” She paused and took a deep breath. “Something inside me broke in that moment. I screamed at the top of my lungs and startled Randall. So I pushed him off, pulled my ripped shirt together, and ran out of his apartment.
“Shit.” He could picture her outside, trembling and afraid, half-dressed.
“That’s how I met Angie. I ran to a nearby coffee shop. She was coming out and asked me what was wrong. I could barely get the words out. Angie realized at once what had happened. She loaded me into her car and took me to her apartment. She was my angel that night.”
Tyler made a mental note to thank Angie somehow. She saved Becca.
“The next day, Angie and her boyfriend went with me to my mother’s house. I think it helped she was dating a guy who worked in construction, and she brought her two huge older brothers with us. They helped me pack my belongings. The whole time, my mother raged at me that the night before was all a misunderstanding. I told her it wasn’t and walked out.”
“You moved in with Angie?”
“Yes. For the longest time, I couldn’t stand to be alone.”
“I’m so sorry this all happened.” He gathered her close, wanting so much to do something more. But what could he do?
“I’m not done yet. I showed up for work the next day, and that’s when I found out my mother had secured the job for me. All of a sudden, I was enemy number one at work, and then I was called into my supervisor’s office. Randall stood there and accused me of sleeping with him to get a better position and that the only reason I had the position was because of my mother.”
“That is unfair.”
“Yes. But I was so tired of everything, I quit my job and walked away. If it hadn’t been for Angie, I don’t know what I would have done.”
“When I meet Angie, I’m going to give her a big hug for taking care of you and for sending you to me.” Becca’s head rested on his shoulder. He held her close, wanting to take all her pain away.
“She’s my best friend for a reason. Needless to say, I found a new job and began working my way up. And last week, my dream job as head of catering at the Palace Hotel became available. It’s always been out of my reach. But now it’s mine.”
Becca had always talked about how the Palace Hotel was one of the best places to be for job growth. I can’t stand in the way of her happiness . This was a one week deal, and he needed to remember that. “What about the ex?” He really didn’t want to ask, but he needed to know.
“Alan? I already told you about him.” She relaxed against him, letting him take her weight as if she was exhausted from all the talking.
“Tell me how you acquired your battery-operated boyfriend.” He wanted to lighten the mood and get her mind off her mother and her past.
Becca laughed, and Tyler’s heart lightened. “Angie, of course. She introduced me to an adult store. She helped me understand it was okay to have sexual needs, and how to satisfy myself.”
“Yet you’ve been suppressing your sexuality for years.”
“Yes.” She raised her head and looked at him. “While having a vibrator helped, I still kept my needs under tight control. It wasn’t until I saw Alan in bed with my boss that I realized how much I’d been suppressing. Then I came here and saw you… the feelings you re-ignited in me made it clear how utterly wrong Alan was for me. I’ve never felt this way about another man. Only you, Tyler.” She took a breath.
Tyler was stunned and couldn’t think of anything to say.
“I watched you with the horse. They way you stroked her body, the way you spoke softly to her, and your patience. Even all these years later, you’re different, but then so am I. You generously agreed to be my partner and helped me free the woman inside me. There was the man I could trust.”
Her unfettered trust in him made his heart pound. It also worried him. It was a lot to live up to, and he knew he couldn’t get too close to her. Any attachment would fail. She had her dream job awaiting her, and he wouldn’t compete with that. He’d done it before and lost. “I can promise you I will never hurt you, never force you. There are reasons for a safe word.”
“And what is my safe word?”
“Pick one. Something you won’t say in the heat of passion, yet something that will get my attention.”
Her nose scrunched up as she thought, then she grinned. “Tomato.”
“Perfect.”
“Now what?”
“Let’s get rid of this robe.” Tyler undid the belt and slid the fabric from her shoulders. “Now tell me what you want.”
***
Becca fought to control her breathing as Tyler trailed his hands up and down her spine after removing her robe. When she told him what had happened with Randall, a weight lifted from her. For once, her trust in someone was on point. He supported her. Angie had been the only other person to do that. Her heart stuttered with the knowledge.
“I want…” She licked her lips in anticipation. It was time to shed her old self and let her new self shine. Tyler wouldn’t judge her wants or needs. “I want to suck your cock. To make you come for me.” She pushed against his shoulders, and he took several steps back until the chair forced him to sit.
She grabbed a pillow from the other patio chair, dropped it at his feet to pad her knees, knelt, and parted his legs. She grasped the base of his cock in one hand. “Hard as steel, yet soft.” With the other hand, she lightly traced up one side and down the other, her index finger barely touching his skin. With each movement, she exhaled and her breath teased his cock. His cock twitched. Hiding a grin, she stuck her tongue out and licked him from tip to base and back.
Tyler groaned, and his hands tightened over the arms of the chair. Power surged through her.
“I can feel you pulsing against my tongue.” She dotted kisses along his dick before finding his balls and kissing them too.
“Damn it, Becca.” His fingers tangled in her hair. Not pushing her away or pulling her toward him. This man had so much control. She hoped she could make him lose it.
Shifting, she lowered her mouth to his cock and used her tongue to play with his overheated skin, savoring his salty taste.
“Oh yes, sweetheart.” His hips shifted. “Suck me.”
She traced her nails traced over his balls as she drew him deeper into her mouth. He was bigger than she remembered from college. And she wanted to take him all. Relaxing her throat, her tongue danced around him as she hollowed her cheeks.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered.
His words gave her the encouragement to keep going. She hadn’t sucked a man since Tyler. She hadn’t wanted to until now. His fingers guided her, his hips tense but she kept her same pace and Tyler groaned.
“God, baby, that feels so good.”
She gently nipped at his tip, then took him deep once again. His balls tightened beneath her fingers as she caressed them.
“Baby, I can’t last much longer.”
Satisfaction flowed through her over his words. Becca didn’t want him to last. She wanted to taste his pleasure, to make him come.
Raising her head, she let his cock slip free from her lips. “Let go.” Then she took him all the way in, her fingers rolling his balls. When he thrust his hips, she followed and kept sucking him. She’d take everything he had to give her.
He cried out and started pulsing into her mouth. His familiar taste rolled over her tongue, slightly salty and pure male. He held her head still, but she didn’t fight him. Instead, she kept sucking and stroking his balls until he was spent, and his cock softened.
Becca released him from her mouth with a pop and smiled in satisfaction.
“Witch.” He grasped her by the elbows and lifted her into his lap, covering her mouth with his even as his musky taste still filled her senses. Their tongues danced, and Becca squirmed on his lap, trying to find a way to straddle him. She wanted his dick inside her.
A loud bell rang.
She reared back, almost falling off Tyler’s lap. “What the hell was that?”
“Warning bell.” A soft curse left his lips. “Jared’s idea of giving the guests a reminder that dinner is in an hour.”
“Why haven’t I heard it before today?”
“He only uses it once classes start.”
“We still have time.” She wiggled in his lap.
“Not yet, sweetheart.” He captured her lips with one more kiss and then stood with her in his arms. “Shower, then dinner.”