Missing Pieces - Chapter 27
Hailey
Tuesday
God, that dirty mouth. He thinks he needs me? I'm the one that needs him.
I gripped his shoulders as he slowly slid his length inside of me. Fuck. I was still sore from yesterday, but I didn't care. I wanted every inch of him.
He sighed against my neck. "You're so fucking tight."
My. God. What was he trying to do to me? His hot breath and his even hotter words sent a chill down my spine. I ran my fingers down his muscular shoulders and back. They were slippery from the water, and it somehow made it that much more erotic. I wanted to explore his perfect body.
But as if he could hear my thoughts and disagreed, he pulled my hands from his skin and pushed the backs of them against the cold tile. This is so much hotter.
He held me in place as he began sliding slowly in and out of me.
It only took me a few seconds to adjust to him, and then he picked up the pace.
Yesterday I had asked him to fuck me. Now he was doing it again, but I wasn't on top.
He was the one in control and he was fucking me hard. And I was loving every second of it.
I moaned as he began kissing my clavicle.
"You're the only vice I need," he groaned.
God, Tyler.
I closed my eyes as he picked up the pace even more. Each thrust slammed my ass against the wall. I could feel myself tightening around him.
"That's right, baby. Show me how much you love my cock inside of you." He bit down on my earlobe.
"Tyler," I moaned. I was almost embarrassed by how fast he was going to make me come. But the pleasure building in the pit of my stomach far outweighed my self-consciousness.
His tongue swirled around mine, somehow matching the rhythm of his relentless cock. Fuck. I had absolutely no willpower left. God, yes. I tightened my grip on his hands as I started to unravel.
He groaned in my mouth and I felt his warmth spread inside of me for the second time. It was my new favorite sensation. Nothing in the world beat that feeling.
When he let go of my hands, I immediately buried them in his hair.
There was just something so sexy about the way he looked when he was completely soaked.
I wasn't sure any of this would have ever happened if we didn't get stuck in that rainstorm yesterday.
I needed to thank Mother Nature for this one.
He slowly pulled out of me and I slid down his hard body. My chest rose and fell against his as we both tried to catch our breaths. He dipped his fingers below my chin and tilted my face up to his. I thought he was going to say something, but instead he placed a soft kiss against my lips.
I couldn't help but melt into him. Our bodies just seemed to fit together.
"You're definitely all that I want," he whispered. "Don't second guess that, Hails."
How could he say that? In a few days we'd be going in different directions. We'd never see each other again. I swallowed hard. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel the same. I linked my hands behind his neck. "You're all that I want too."
He stepped back under the water, pulling me with him.
I thought he was going to kiss me again, but instead he pressed his forehead against mine.
We stood that way for a long time, with the water cascading down on us.
It was like we both knew that this felt like something more, but at the same time realized that it could never be.
But if we just stood here, everything was alright.
***
"They had to make Nick and Jess break up," I said and gestured to the TV screen. We were watching a rerun of New Girl. Somehow it had turned into an analysis of the characters. "The show wasn't as good when they finally got together."
"Of course it was," Tyler said. "That's what everyone was waiting for."
"Then they shouldn't have done such a crappy job at making them a couple. It was very anticlimactic when they finally got together. Didn't the show almost get canceled that season?"
"I don't think so."
"All I'm saying is that the tension between Nick and Jess is what made the show. They made them hook up way too fast."
"I wouldn't say a few years was too fast," Tyler said.
"In show terms it was."
He sighed. "You're ridiculous. You do know that, right?"
"Well, if I'm ridiculous, then you're stubborn and illogical."
Tyler laughed. "I just think it kind of sucks that they aren't together now. That's all."
I rolled over so that I could look up at him instead of facing the TV.
I'm not sure how I ended up with my head on his lap, but it was so comfortable.
I could easily get used to watching TV like this.
"Don't project your own issues onto the characters.
" I lightly tapped his chest. He still wasn't wearing a shirt from earlier and I liked the way my fingers felt against his skin.
"I'm not. Actually, I'm perfectly content exactly where I am." He smiled down at me.
Something constricted in my throat. Why did he keep saying stuff like that?
Was it because he wanted this to be more?
He had to. I knew it in my heart that he had to be feeling the same way.
So why were we fighting it? We should be making a plan about what was next.
I so badly wanted to ask him, but I didn't want to break whatever spell we were currently under.
I just wanted to stay in this hotel room forever, analyzing TV characters and having shower sex.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Spell broken. I sat up and hugged my knees to my chest as I turned toward him. "I really like you, Tyler."
He smiled. "I really like you too, Hails."
I took a deep breath. We were on the same page. I just needed to ask him. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
"You said you quit your job in New York. Are you planning on going back right away?"
He leaned back on the bed on his elbows and stared back at me. "No, I'm not."
"Where are you going then?"
"California." He smiled at me. "I'm pretty sure I already told you that."
I laughed. "I know. But are you really planning on staying there? I know that Josh offered you a job and..."
"I already have something lined up in California."
"Oh." I looked down at my knees. "How committed are you to that, though? I mean, if you worked for Josh, you could work from anywhere in the world."
"I know." He sat up and scratched the back of his neck with his hand. "And I might take him up on it later down the road, but not anytime soon."
I didn't want to talk about someday. I wanted to talk about right now.
And right now, it seemed like we were supposed to be together.
I didn't feel so alone when I was with him.
I didn't feel like doom was knocking at my door.
This was a feeling I wanted to hold on to as long as possible.
"I can't change your mind?" I straddled him on the bed and his hands gravitated to my hips.
I stared down into his eyes. He looked like he was in pain.
He looked...lost. I felt the same way, but not when I was with him.
When I was with him, everything seemed okay. I didn't feel lost anymore.
"If anyone could change my mind, it would be you." He smiled at me, his hands still locked on my hips.
"What, do you want me to beg you?" I ran my fingers down his six pack.
His Adam's apple rose and fell.
I dipped my fingers slightly before his boxers. For the first time I noticed a small scar on his hip. I thought about the accident he had been in. I thought about the loss he must have experienced. "How did you get this?"
He grabbed my hand and didn't look down at his hip. "I got it a long time ago. It's nothing."
I could tell it wasn't nothing. But I also didn't want to talk about our issues.
I wanted to convince him that it could be more than whatever it was right now.
If I could convince him of that, then I'd have more time to learn about him.
"Fine, I'll beg," I said, going back to our original conversation.
"I want you to come back to Indiana with me. "
"Hails..."
"I know it's not the big city, but you grew up in Delaware. You're used to small towns."
"It's not that. I..."
"Look, I've gotten used to falling asleep next to you. I don't want to stop doing that." I smiled at him as seductively as I could and unbuttoned his shorts.
"Hails, I can't..."
"I promise my town isn't as small and boring as you might guess." I kissed the side of his neck. "Plus, I'm pretty sure you enjoy my company."
His fingers dug into my hips.
"Come back with me," I whispered in his ear. "We can figure it out one step at a time."
He had stopped protesting. Instead, he tilted his head so that his lips met mine.
Silence was never consent. But I took his silence as a yes. I knew it was fast and crazy, but Tyler and I just seemed to fit. We were two pieces of a puzzle that used to be broken. Now it was whole again.