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  “Fuck normal.” He growls into my ear. His hand reaches down and cups my mound, gently but firmly. “Mine, Sophie.” Okay then.

  “And don’t think I’ve forgotten about that spanking I promised. Perfectly ready to smack your ass if I find out you’ve started letting what other people might think make decisions for us.”

  His hand reaches behind to grip my butt cheek and I squirm. “What happened to that spanking you promised earlier?” I’m bold because I’m pretty sure he’s too relaxed at the moment to make an effort.

  “Trust, Sophie. You need to know me a little better, know deep in your soul that I would never hurt you before we do any experimenting. We never have to do anything you don’t like though. You clear on that? Even if you think it’s something I want.” He’s quiet and solemn as we lie there in the darkness of my apartment.

  “Okay.” I whisper back already head over heels for this man.

  7

  SOPHIE

  Saturday morning my muscles let me know that we probably overdid things last night. But I don’t care and I’m trying to entice Tyler into a repeat while tidying up the apartment but he’s too busy frowning as I hobble about.

  “Christ, I’m sorry Princess. I shouldn’t have fucked you like that.”

  “Tyler Carmichael, don’t you dare say you have any regrets.”

  He pulls me close against his massive chest, soothing me. “My only regret is hurting you, Princess. That’s never on the agenda.”

  I perch on his thigh and lean in for a kiss. He pulls back before it gets too intense. “I have an idea. Why don’t we go look at my house today? That will give you a chance to recover and we’ll take it slow for the next couple of days.”

  “Okay but you’re not trying to say you’re not going to make love to me again before you leave, are you?”

  He looks guilty. “All kinds of ways to make love, Princess. But my cock is staying out of your pussy while you’re still sore, got it?”

  I look down at the juncture of his jeans where there’s now a more prominent bulge. We’ll see, I think to myself. Outwardly I nod, knowing I’m not going to convince him with words. Plus I really do want to see his house in the woods, we might as well go today.

  Even though Tyler keeps his eyes firmly on the road, we have a surprisingly intimate conversation for the two hours it takes to get to the rural community of Bailey’s Creek. We talk about my art and some of the world landmarks Tyler has been able to see on his travels. Then he veers off to “Princess, how do feel about having kids right away?”

  I think about it for a minute. “I never really thought I’d find someone to have them with so I haven’t given it much thought. But I think I’d like one or two. And as long as you’re not traveling I guess soon is as good as later.” I’m hesitant to bring up that he hasn’t exactly asked me to marry him. It’s sort of been implied and I don’t really think it has to be a requirement for a happy long term relation but I’m wondering if he’s assuming we will be?

  His mind is still on babies though. “You on the pill?”

  “Um. No. Why?”

  He glances over at me. “No real reason, just if you were I’d ask you to stop while I’m gone so we can make that first baby as soon as I’m back.” Unconsciously my thighs are clenching together as if they’re trying to hold his cum inside to get that started. I’m really beginning to like that idea. I want to feel him filling my pussy with his cum. “We could start that now, if you want.” I say breathlessly.

  He reaches a hand over to grab mine briefly. “Not until I’m done, Princess. I don’t want to take the risk that I don’t come back and leave you with a child on your own.”

  “Is this one dangerous?” I’m suddenly scared that I won’t see him again after this weekend.

  “Not too. But they’re all a little bit risky. You should know that I’m putting you down as my next of kin on Monday when I’m in the office.”

  I gulp. “Why would you do that if it’s not that risky?”

  “Because I don’t like leaving things to chance, Princess. In my original plan we weren’t even going to have this conversation until I was done playing soldier.”

  “What changed your mind?”

  “Bunch of idiots thinking they could steal my girl.” He’s grumbling now.

  “What on earth are you talking about?”

  “Sophie, the guys all know where the restrooms are.”

  “They do? Then why the heck do they keep bothering me?”

  He looks over at me, one eyebrow up by his hairline. “Because they’re idiots? But one or two were starting to wise up so I couldn’t put this off any longer. You were always mine, Sophie I just didn’t want you worrying about me like you’re doing right now.”

  His possessive streak is well, endearing at the moment.

  “Why do you call me Princess? You’ve never said.” He blushes. He actually blushes. I didn’t think he was even capable of being embarrassed by anything. After last night I was sure of it so I’m dying to know what’s turning him so pink.

  He mumbles something under his breath.

  “Tyler.” I warn.

  “You make me think of Snow White, okay?” There’s more to this than he’s saying but I follow one thought at a time. “But you hadn’t seen me before yesterday. And you’ve been calling me Princess for months.”

  He’s silent for a long pause. “I might have looked you up on the internet.”

  “Oh!” I’m kind of thrilled at the idea that he made an effort to learn more about me. “And you found a picture?”

  “Youtube.”

  I groan remembering my brief attempt at growing a fan base through social media. I’d forgotten that I hadn’t taken it down. “And you still wanted to go out with me?”

  I’m on fire with the look he sends my way. I’m going to have to go back and watch that video again, I must have missed something when I previewed it. But no time for that now as we’re pulling into the wooded drive that leads to his cabin.

  “I’m not sure what we’ll find. I called Mike this morning while you were getting dressed but he didn’t answer.”

  “When was the last time you talked to him?”

  Tyler shrugs, “maybe six months ago?”

  I’m quiet as I take in the house. It’s a beautifully built log cabin with a steep pitched roof and a balcony extending the full width of the second floor. An expanse of glass takes up most of the wall that overlooks the scenic valley. The Olympic Mountain range rises majestically over the tops of the evergreens on the far side.

  “Tyler… how can you ever leave this place?” I’m transfixed and we haven’t even gone in to the house yet.

  He comes over to me and loops his arm around my shoulders pulling me close. “You like it?”

  “I love it.”

  He swings me around to face him. Possessively taking my mouth with his, the kiss tells me everything he can’t put into words. He’s glad I like it. He’s happy I’m here.

  I’m breathing heavy and thinking thoughts about finding one of the bedrooms when he reluctantly pulls back, his lips lingering on mine with a whisper light touch before he takes a full step back. “Princess, I lose all control around you. Come on, I really need to know if you want to make this our home.” He fishes his keys out of the front pocket of his jeans and I notice he’s wincing while he does so. This time it’s my turn to smirk. He catches and winks. “Keep looking at me like that and I’m going to forget all my good intentions.”

  God, I really am sore from last night. I don’t think I can take him in me again right now. But maybe we could do other things? Just as I’m about to suggest it a scary looking man comes towards us from somewhere back in the house. Instinctively I’m clutching Tyler’s big arm. He wraps it around me again and smiles. “Mike? You get my message? You don’t look so good.”

  This is Tyler’s brother? Not only do they not look anything alike they don’t even seem to be the same species. This guy is grungy, wearing a beer s
tained t-shirt and patchy stubble on his chin. If he was cleaned up though, he would look like the guy that stood by my cubicle and acted like I was invisible. I tense and Tyler glances down at me with a question in his eyes. I don’t want to say anything so I do the eye flick thing between the spot where Tyler’s dog tags lie on his chest underneath his shirt and this weirdo. I think he gets it because his eyes narrow and he gives an almost imperceptible nod.

  Mike is still standing there trying to catch up. I’m not entirely sure he’s sober. “TC? What are you doing here?”

  “It’s my house, Mike. Remember?”

  Mike just shrugs. “Doesn’t really answer the question.”

  “I’m here to show my fiancée our house.”

  I reach my arm around Tyler’s waist and give him a small warning pinch. He’s so rock hard it’s hard to find enough spare skin but I make my point. I’m not adverse to the label but he hasn’t asked. He uses his talented fingers to sooth my upper arm in response.

  “Fiancée? Where?”

  Tyler frowns. “Don’t be rude, Mike. This is Sophie. I need to let you know you’ll need to find someplace else to live by the end of next month.”

  “What the hell, TC. You’re going to let this overstuffed sofa walk all over you?”

  Tyler lets me go and gets right in Mike’s face. He’s at least five inches taller so Mike ends up having to tilt his head up. Tyler’s biceps are flexing and I can see the cords in his neck pulsing as he struggles for control.

  “Last warning, Mike or you’re out tonight. I don’t know what’s going on with you but you’ve had more than enough time to get your shit together. Nobody speaks to Sophie like that. Not now, not ever.”

  I suddenly realize I’m holding my breath. Mike’s eyes are darting around the room like a feral animal, not meeting Tyler’s glare. His defiance suddenly melts and he folds in on himself. He looks at me briefly and mumbles “Sorry.” It’s not particularly sincere but the worst seems to be over. Tyler is looking around the open downstairs and I follow his gaze. There’s empty pizza boxes and beer cans on every available surface. It’s a pigsty. “What the hell, Mike? So help me if you’ve trashed the house…” Tyler ducks into the kitchen area where dark granite counter-tops are peaking out from between the piles of dirty dishes and mess. “Fuck!”

  I rush over to him and reach my arms around his waist.

  He groans and brings me around for a hug. “So sorry Sweetness. I had no idea he was living like this. I… I wanted you to love this place like I do.” His voice is soft with disappointment.

  “Hey, stop it Tyler. I do love it. Pretty sure this is all surface mess. I don’t see any holes in the wall… yet.” I add that last bit because I”m not entirely sure what we’re going to find in the rest of the house. I peak around his broad chest and see Mike scooting out the door. “Hard to believe he’s your brother though.”

  He half snorts a laugh. “Half-brother, actually. My step-mom asked me to help him out and she’s always been decent to me so I let him use this place. We weren’t all that close and I suspect we’ll be spending even less time together after this.” He straightens and takes on that army command look. “Let’s finish looking around so I can see what the damage is.”

  It turned out the rest was actually much better. It didn’t look like Mike had even bothered going upstairs so while it was dusty, it was pretty much as Tyler had left it two years ago. The bones were good, deep sloping ceilings and the amazing big windowed doors that opened onto balconies front and back. His decorating style was definitely Target minimalism but that’s easy enough to fix. I saw the pain and anger fade from his eyes to be replaced by a decidedly glazed look when we stepped out on the balcony outside the master bedroom. I was resting my arms on the railing when Tyler stepped back. I looked over my shoulder to see he had his phone out. “Don’t move, Princess.” He snaps the picture and then looks down at his phone with satisfaction. “That’s the money shot, babe. Going to get me through all the lonely nights until I get back to you. I roll my eyes. “You going to explain that anytime soon?”

  I see a little red coming up over his shirt collar. Interesting. Tyler Carmichael is hiding something.

  We take another fifteen minutes to look around before Tyler lifts me back in the truck. He locks me in and then goes looking for Mike. I guess he found him because I can hear raised voices coming from the garage. Tyler is calm when he gets back in the truck and we back out of the driveway.

  “You okay?” I ask quietly.

  “Yeah, we’re good, babe. I told him he has to be out by the end of the month since I’ll have to get cleaners in here. He wasn’t happy but he can go live with his mom if he has to so he won’t be homeless. I’ll get the locks changed too.”

  “Do you need me to do anything while you’re gone?” He smiles over at me warmly when I make the offer.

  “Naw, Princess. You’ve got enough to do getting ready. My friend Liam’s coming in Monday. I’ve got a few favors to call in. He’ll take care of it.”

  “Um, don’t take this the wrong way but what exactly am I getting ready for, Tyler? The fiancée thing was news to me. But then so was being called your girlfriend yesterday. After only meeting you yesterday morning.” I add dryly.

  He winces a little and glances over at me before putting his gaze back on the road. “Yeah, that kind of slipped out but I did, or do, plan to ask you. That’s part of why I wanted to come out here today… Can you hold that thought for a few hours until we get back to Sala Bay?”

  “I guess.” I’m reluctant to let it go but this feels a bit like I imagine surfers feel catching the perfect wave. Everything’s moving really fast, it could go out of control at any time, but right at this moment everything is in harmony.

  “So you really like the house?”

  “It’s gorgeous, Tyler. I can’t imagine anything better than waking up with you there.”

  “I love you, Sophie.”

  He reaches over to take my hand and places it on his thigh. I keep it there for the rest of our drive back.

  8

  TYLER

  I don’t deserve my Princess. I know this but I’m keeping her anyway, hanging on with everything I’ve got. Fuck Mike for trashing my place like that and ruining my moment. There’s something odd going on with him. I didn’t miss Sophie signaling that he’d been the guy wandering the halls of Alpha Corps. I’m not sure how he would have gotten in; their security is intense. I’ll mention it to someone on Monday but since both Sophie and I will be leaving the company soon I’m not going to obsess about it. Now that we’re back at her place for the night I’m working on convincing her that oral sex is enough for tonight. God, she’s stubborn!

  Right this minute she’s riding my hand and giving me this insatiably hungry look. I give in and thrust two fingers into her pussy showing her where her g-spot is. I’m thinking the resulting two orgasms might distract her from wanting my cock there too but no such luck. Don’t get me wrong I want to push into her until I bottom out but not if it’s going to hurt her.

  “Tyler! I feel better, really I do.”

  She’s adorable, and a terrible liar. “Princess. No matter how much you beg I’m not going to hurt you.”

  She pouts and then a gleam comes into her eye. “Fine then. I want to…” She stops and blushes delightfully.

  “Use your words, Princess. What do you want to do?”

  She glances down at my cock which is still confined behind denim. “You know…”

  I play dumb. “What, Princess?”

  She’s getting frustrated and she’s blushing even harder. She sits up, pushing my hand away. I roll onto my back because I do know what she’s thinking and I figure I’ll make this part a little easier for her. She licks her lips and then with deep concentration reaches over and undoes the button on my jeans. I have to stifle a groan as she pushes the zipper down over my rock hard cock. It springs free, and her eyes flick up to meet mine. “Tyler…” she hesitates.

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bsp; “Yes, Princess?”

  “I’ve never… never done this before. I don’t want to hurt you, either!” she rushes the words out, looking nervous.

  “Do you want to do this, Princess? You really don’t have to.” I don’t want her doing anything she’s not crazy for, no matter how many fantasies I’ve had. She jerks her head affirmatively but her eyes are wide and nervous. “How about you do some exploring? As long as you’re careful with your teeth.” I swallow convulsively. “ You won’t hurt me.”

  “Okay. You’ll let me know though, right?”

  “Yeah, sure.” I tell her while my fists clench in the sheets and I settle back for some serious torture. I’ve had military training for enduring enemy capture and I’m calling on everything I ever learned as her mouth settles over the tip of my cock. Shit, she’s a natural. Her fingers are long and elegant and she’s got them curled around the base, stroking up the length as her mouth tastes and drops soft kisses on the head. She licks off a few drops of pre-cum, letting her tongue linger. Her dark curls are bouncing against my thighs and I reach a hand down to thread my fingers through. I look down to see her lips stretched wide as she takes me deep in her mouth. “Ah fuck, Princess. I’m never letting you go, got that?” Her eyes are smiling into mine as she starts to hum happily. My cock jerks deep in her mouth and I know I’m about cum. I’m desperately trying to decide if I should ask her to swallow or if marking her pretty breasts would be better when she delicately scrapes a fingernail down my cock, the part that’s not caught in the vortex of her hot, wet mouth and I lose it all. “Ah fuck!” She keeps sucking it down like a champion until I’m limp, everywhere. “You sure you’ve never done this before, Princess?” I gasp as I collapse back on the bed. She’s going to kill me and I can’t think of a better way to go.

  She laughs and starts kissing her way up my abs to my collar bone and then drops a peck on my nose. “You saying I’ve got talent? Maybe I should make some videos?”