Truly Mine (9 page)

In just minutes, we drift off to sleep.

“Tyler.”

I wake to someone calling my name.

“Tyler.”

Christ, it’s the most annoying voice.

“Tyler.”

My eyes open, and the sunlight assaults me. Truly is still asleep on my chest.

“What?”I shout.

“Would you like me to come back later?” Sophie says in a timid tone.

Truly wakes up. Her eyes open, and they lock on the woman standing in my foyer. Her head lifts off my chest, and she turns, glaring at me. Clearly pissed off as all hell, she moves quickly to get up.

Locking my arms around her waist, I hold her hostage and pull her down, so I can whisper in her ear, “Cleaning lady. Don’t move.”

Without a single word and no further fight, she lowers her head back down to my chest.

“Sophie, I’m so sorry. I’m afraid I forgot you were coming today. Could you please return tomorrow?”

“Of course. I’m sorry to interrupt.” She backs away.

A moment later, I hear the door close.

“You’re adorable.” I slide my fingers through Truly’s hair and massage her scalp. “And well rested.” I lift my hips, pressing my morning hard-on into her.

As she smiles up at me, her hand slowly finds its way to the waistband of my shorts. She dips her fingers under the elastic but no further.

“You’re a tease,” I whine.

Shaking her head, she tugs, coaxing me to get rid of them. No words are necessary. While I do as she asked, she does the same with her panties. Once there is no barrier between us, she straddles me, sitting on my thighs.

She rubs my hard-on against her glistening center. The view is exceptional. She’s wet and ready. I watch as she places one hand on my stomach and lifts herself so that she is hovering above me. Wrapping her other hand around my throbbing cock, she guides me to her hot entrance.

Holy fucking hell.

The visual is overwhelming, and I feel surprisingly emotional. Slowly, she lowers herself until she’s taken all I have. She sits still for a moment, makes a sweet O with her lips, and slides her hands from between her legs to her breasts.

Oh, fuck yeah. I knew she was going to be amazing.

I place my hands over hers and begin twisting and rolling her nipples between my fingers while she continues her massage. After a few seconds, she returns her hands to my stomach and lifts herself again. With one hand, she reaches between us and strokes my cock up and down, up and down.

Fuck.

I can’t take it. I take hold of her hips and slam her down on me.

She yells in surprise, “Ah!”

I slam into her, and she yells again.

I moan and slow my assault. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“No. Tyler, please don’t stop.” She rolls her head back. “You feel so good inside me.” She lies down on top of me and speaks with her lips against mine, “Fuck me harder, Tyler.”

I tightly wrap my arms around her waist and press her ass down as I slam into her hard, just as she asked. She moans and gasps against my mouth, only fueling my desire to please her.

Again, I force myself deep into her.

Truly bites down on my lip and digs her nails into my arms. “Right…there. Fuck…yes. Yes!”

This woman does crazy things to me. I bend my leg at the knee, forcing Truly’s legs farther apart. Slowing my pace, I take my time, milking her sweet pussy for all it’s worth.

I can feel the beginning spasms of an orgasm, so I stop. I don’t want this to end now…or ever.

She looks at me, desperate and greedy. “What? Don’t stop,” she pleads.

“Baby, just slow down a minute.”

I roll so that she slides off of me and is now pinned between the back of the couch and my body. I hook my arm under her leg and bring her knee to my chest. When I slide into her, painfully slow this time, it feels different. I have the control, and this angle is incredible.

Truly feels it, too. She moans, and her eyes close. “Oh…oh.”

As she moans in pleasure, I feel like a fucking king—her king, if only for one night.

This is the last time I’ll be inside this beautiful woman, and I’m going to make sure that she leaves here fully satisfied. I don’t move again until her eyes open. When they do, I continue a slow and rhythmic movement that is a wonderful mixture of fucking and making love. I don’t care what it is. All I know is that it feels so goddamn good. It’s so good that we go for longer than I ever have before. I don’t want to stop—ever.

Eventually, neither of us can fight the mounting tension. My muscles are wound so tight that it’s nearly painful.

Truly is squirming and digging her nails into my back. “Ah…oh…yeah…Tyler!”

Her moans are music to my ears.

I wrap my arms around her, and our slick bodies meld together while we shoot to the stars. The explosion is insanely long and powerful. Neither of us is able to manage a simple kiss, so our open mouths slide over the other’s face and neck as we gasp for every breath.

With me still inside her, we lie together, holding each other tightly for the longest time, as we float back to earth. I’m painfully aware that I’m going to miss her like crazy when she leaves.

When her head lifts, I slide my fingers through her long hair.

“What time is it?” she asks, looking across the room at the clock on the wall. “Nine thirty? What?” She slithers out of my arms and crawls over me, landing on the floor.

“Ah…Truly!” I whine at the loss of contact.

Rushing off in the direction of my guest room, she calls out, “I’m sorry!”

She’s laughing, and I’d like to cry like a bitch because I know our visit is over.

Slowly, I bring myself upright and sit on the edge of the sofa before snagging my phone from the coffee table. I have several missed calls, one of which is from Dara. Checking my texts, I find the same. Dara’s text is in regard to Truly, questioning her whereabouts. I don’t respond, only because I know Truly wouldn’t appreciate my honest answer, and Dara knows damn well where she is.

Standing at the bedroom door, I watch Truly shove clothes into her suitcase and then struggle to zip it closed. I walk to her side and press on the top before easily zipping it.

“Thank you.” She rushes into the bathroom across the hall. “I can’t believe I slept so late. I was supposed to be on my way home by now.”

At the risk of looking like a puppy dog chasing on her heels, I follow her to the bathroom. She’s let her long golden-brown hair down, and she is frantically running a pick through it.

I reach out and brush the hair out of her eyes. “You’re very beautiful. I’m glad you came back, and I’m glad you spent some time with me.”

She stops what she’s doing to listen.

“I can see you’ve done well for yourself. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, Ty. Same goes for you.” She lifts herself up on her tiptoes and wraps her arms around my neck. “I never imagined this visit back here would be so…”

“So…” I softly kiss her on her sweet lips—probably for the last time. “Fulfilling? Satisfying?”

“Oh, yes. Most definitely, but I was going to say…completely and wonderfully overwhelming.” She smiles sweetly and returns my kiss but then quickly backs away. “I have to go, Ty. Thank you for everything.”

After dropping Truly off at her car, I head to the office to deal with Dara.

“Where the hell have you been, Tyler?”

I’ve just walked into her office, and she’s already pissed at me. My oldest sister is cold as ice. I’m not even sure why. My mother, Nancy, and my two other sisters are sweet and nurturing women. Dara was, too, once.

When she started high school, something snapped within her. She changed and most definitely not for the better. Her attitude went to shit—so much so that she’s never had a serious relationship, and she’s forty-three years old. It’s insane.

“Good morning, sunshine,” I taunt her.

“Fuck off, Tyler.” She’s in rare form today. “I send you to help my client, and twenty-four hours later, I haven’t seen or heard from either of you.”

“Relax. She’s out front now. Is that why you blew up my phone this morning?”

She gives me a speculative look and then narrows her eyes.

After an awkward silence, I remind her that she has a client waiting for her. “I believe your client is in a rush to leave town. You should probably take care of business.”

“Here.” She hands me a thick manila envelope. “Try not to fuck the client this time, Tyler.”

I raise my eyebrows and laugh at her accusation. She knows me so well.

I open the envelope and slide the documents out far enough that I can read the client’s name.
Rodney Addison
.

“I can assure you, I won’t fuck the client.” I slide the papers back into the envelope and exit Dara’s office.

“Send her in, Tyler,” she calls after me.

Opening the door to the waiting room, I find Truly pacing the floor. She spins around and is clearly disappointed to find me.

As much as that sucks, I grin politely. “Dara asked me to send you in.”

“Oh, thank God.” She rushes past me. Just as she reaches Dara’s office, she turns and smiles. “Thanks again, Tyler. It was really good to see you.”

“Take care, Truly.”
I’ll miss the hell out of you.

“You, too.”

And that’s that. I leave Dara’s office, feeling like I’ve forgotten something. I have the file for my new case, and I returned case files to my youngest sister, Kailin. I’m sure I’ve left something behind though.

Lying on the sofa, I’m not able to sleep. Truly left this afternoon, and I have no way of knowing that she made it to New York safely. I contemplate getting her phone number from her file just to confirm she’s home safe and sound. Just as I’m about to text Kailin to see if she’s still at the office, I hear my front door open, and then footsteps enter the foyer.

“Hey, Dad.” Rion drops his bags to the floor.

I stand and walk to him, pulling him into a hug. “I thought you weren’t going to be home until tomorrow.” While I’m glad to see him, I’m relieved that he didn’t choose to come home last night.

He makes a beeline straight for the kitchen. “We made better time on the road than we’d expected. Do you have any food? I’m starving.”

“Yeah, there are leftovers in the fridge,” I answer as I follow him.

He’s quick to open the refrigerator, and he begins digging through the containers. “I tried to call you last night,” he says as he pulls the lid off a bowl. He smells the food inside. He takes out a few more of the dishes and closes the door. “What were you up to?”

I lean against the counter, staring at Rion’s back, as he gets a plate out of the cupboard and piles the leftovers onto it.

“Not much.”
Biggest lie ever.

pronunciation
in-kuhl-keyt

(v.)
to teach; to influence another

T
he drive back to New York seemed much less painful than the drive to Fallport. I’m better rested for one, and the nerves that I took there are gone. I guess I’m a little narcissistic for thinking that anyone would be waiting to shame me the minute I stepped foot in town. The fact is, after I left, their lives went on without skipping a beat—my mother’s life included. For that matter, so did mine—for the better, by far.