Cyrus (27 page)
I had begun to trust my instincts when he
brought me the albums from home. They weren’t dreams, they were
memories. I now knew why it felt wrong with Tony, I knew before but
at some points I felt like I was being a judgmental bitch, like I
had no right to think I was above him or the people he brought into
my life.
I’d tried to convince myself that it was
because he had done so much for me that I felt obligated to love
him but I knew that wasn’t true. I didn’t owe him anything anymore,
well not when everything was out of the Townhouse, and let’s be
honest, a lot of it was. I didn’t have much. What I did have was a
decent car, my license, some plants, clothes, and my photos and
memories. They all fit in my car and I liked it that way.
My car was a Toyota Highlander. Christoff
George my new best friend helped me pick it out. It had four wheel
drive and would be safe for travel, which he and I planned to do.
He loved to ski and I loved to try new things, now anyway.
Tonight we had to interrupt the normal
Saturday evening chick flick a thon to attend the Halloween party
that was being put on by Steel Industries. I didn’t want to go, I
was actually not going to go until someone pouted and all but
begged… and I promised to consider it, but when he picked me up
from work and asked if we should go as Tink and Peter Pan or Robin
Hood and the Big Bad Wolf I caved.
Tink and Peter Pan it was, and we looked
great walking into the hotel lobby arm and arm. We were
fashionably late.
Which was perfect because I felt like an
idiot and hoped everyone was drunk enough to not notice me.
When we walked in I spotted Dorothy right
away, Carly looked amazing and Zandor was the lion, Jase was the
Scarecrow and they had an actual puppy. When she saw me she ran up
and hugged me.
“You got a puppy?” I bent and pet him.
“Yes, apparently this is supposed to squash
the desire to get pregnant.”
“You want a baby?”
“I want ten. He’s being a pain in the butt.”
We both laughed, “Look I should have told you…”
“We’ve already been through this Carly I
understand, it’s family.”
“No, it’s love…regardless here’s a heads up,
the Tin man…”
“Come on Baby, dance with me,” Jase pulled
her away and she turned and mouthed TIN MAN.
I watched as Carly tried to keep her
distance and Jase continued holding her hips. She cracked me up.
She was scowling at him now and he dropped his hands and his head
and his lip stuck out. Carly smirked and started doing the cupid
shuffle… by herself when it wasn’t even playing.
“Is she serious?” Christoff laughed and
looked at me.
“Yeah she is, let’s go,” I pulled him behind
me and we went and danced with her.
Jase stepped back and watched her,
adoringly.
“You drunk Carly?”
“Yes, yes I am. The men in this family drive
me nuts. Especially that one right there,” she pointed at Jase and
he smiled and winked at her, “Damn dimple!”
Jase laughed and I glanced over, he was
standing with the rest of the cast from the
Wizard of Oz
“No
munchkin?”
“She and a few classmates will be on
Thursday. Tara, the Tin Man is…”
“A heartless fuck,” I knew that voice and I
started walking off the dance floor. “Birdie, stop.” He grabbed my
hand and pulled me back, “Give me a minute?”
I continued looking at the ground,
“Everything alright Darlin’?
“She’s fine,” his voice was almost a
growl.
“She can talk just fine all by herself can’t
ya?” Christoff wrapped his arm around my shoulder and Cyrus didn’t
let go of my hand.
“She’ll give me a minute, and you’ll step
back and allow that,” he was angry.
I looked up at Christoff and smiled, “This
won’t take long.”
“Alright if you say so, but keep in mind I’m
not afraid of overgrown man boys,” he bent down and planted a big
kiss on my cheek and whispered, “Not afraid, turned on.”
I laughed as he walked away.
Cyrus turned to leave the room pulling me
behind him and I pulled my hand away.
“Birdie don’t, please just trust me.”
I shook my head no and he looked
crushed.
“Fine if this is where you wanna do this
that’s fine by me. But …damn it-- ten minutes tops and if you still
wanna go back to Ken or Peter then you will get no resistance from
me alight?” I looked up at him, “Don’t count Birdie. All you need
to do is listen. I need you to listen.”
“I’m not counting.”
“Alright,” he pointed to the elevator, “Ten
minutes?”
I walked ahead of him and stopped at the
Elevators.
The door opened on the top floor and he
pulled off his gloves and hat and walked down the hall, he slid his
keycard and opened the door. He pulled off the funnel hat and shed
the can jacket and he grabbed a facial scrub and cleaned off his
face. He stood in front of me in grey pants and a black t-shirt. I
looked down.
“Let’s sit.” I sat down on the couch and he
sat next to me. “You look amazing.”
“Thanks?”
“Look I fucked up. I didn’t listen to you
and now you’re with this clown…”
“Christoff is a very good friend Cyrus.”
“Christoff wants to fuck you Birdie… or
likes to. Fuck!” he stood and paced.
When he finally stopped he squatted down in
front of me and took my hands, “Don’t move in with him. Don’t love
him, don’t do a damn thing with him.”
I closed my eyes, I couldn’t look at the
milk chocolate eyes and be strong right now.
“Okay fine, you don’t have to answer-- but
you will listen damn it! Open your eyes Tara and listen to me.
Thank you. Something happened when I realized I’d done what I said
I would do. You know this already. The last night we were together.
I had made a decision and when I make a decision I stand firm. I
don’t waiver and I don’t let anyone change my mind. I walked away
from you because I promised myself and my father that I would
respect women. I wouldn’t take them any further than they could
handle. I was way off with you. Well not the first time I saw you,
I should’ve stuck with that feeling. I wanted you then and you blew
me off. That night I didn’t want you to leave I felt…protective of
you. You hated me. Which yeah, kind of made me want you even more.
That night something shifted, it was like a door opened, a door I
had closed years ago. I ignored it, well part of it. Well since
then that damn door won’t close because something’s stuck in it.
That something is you. There’s this pull, like when you’re not even
in the same room I feel you. I’m across the world and I feel you,
Tara. When we’re in the same room staying away from you is like
trying to contain lightning. It’s impossible. When something
happens, be it significant or not, I wanna talk to you. I fucking
pretend to talk to you. I don’t want you with him. I want you with
me.”
“If I talk I’m gonna cry and I have too much
makeup on to cry.”
He smiled, “God it’s good to hear you
Birdie, so fucking good.”
He leaned in and kissed me. I was dizzy from
his kiss, from his closeness, he pulled back and left his forehead
against mine, “You are so beautiful.”
I nudged his nose with mine and moved it
slowly side to side.
He grabbed my face and held it between his
hands gently, “Are you in love with him?”
I shook my head no, “He’s not in love with
me either.”
“Okay, are you sleeping with him?”
“No,” before I even had a chance to tell him
anymore his mouth covered mine and he sucked on my lips, his hand
held my face as he kissed me harder.
He groaned when I pulled back, “Can’t
breathe.”
“Sorry.”
My body was on fire, honest to God it was as
if every fiber of my being suddenly realized he was here. No longer
guarded and veiled.
I was coming back to life.
“Can you spare a few more minutes?” she
shook her head yes and I wiped her tears.
“One is my heart, I only have one
Birdie.
Two is you and I.
Three is the number of times I’ve made love
in my whole life, all with you.
Four I’m gonna have to come back to.” I put
my hands over her lips when she tried to speak because I know if
she said one word I wouldn’t get through this.
Five is the number of times I worry about
you every minute of every day.
Six are the total weeks I have known
you.
Seven are the number of hours I spent inside
of you.
Eight is a number that reminds me of you as
odd as it seems, your tight little curves, and two circles
combined.
Nine rhymes with mine, and I want that. I
want you to be mine.
And ten are the amount of lifetimes it will
take to get over you if you tell me to fuck off. Back to four,
forever Birdie, you and me, I need that, I want that and I know you
do too. Eleven…”
She wiped the tears from her eyes, “We have
to stop at ten, Cyrus.”
“Not this time. Eleven are the number of
times I’ll beat that ass if you ever mention that I said all that
girly shit. I’m all man Birdie, possessive, jealous, controlling as
fuck. That won’t change, ever. I know you need me to be that too.
So it’s you and I Birdie, caged together for the rest of our lives
got it?” She shook her head yes and I took a deep breath, “I love
you.”
She hugged me so tight I actually felt
it.
“Birdie, I need to fuck you now.”
She leaned back and smiled, not cautious,
not weary, not nothing but the most beautiful smile, a smile that I
planned to keep on her face for the rest of her life.
I lifted her up and walked into the bedroom
in the suite, my lips were glued to her face, her neck her
body.
I peeled that tight little green dress off
her and then smiled. “I kind of like the wings.”
“I kind of would do anything you asked me to
right now, I’ve kind of missed you so much.”
“Anything?”
“Absolutely anything Cyrus.”
“Cool, call that fuck and tell him you’re
mine and you won’t be moving in with him.” She smiled and then
covered her face and laughed. “Shit’s not funny Birdie, if you
don’t, I will.”
“I’m still moving in with him…”
“No, you are not. You’re moving in with
me.”
“Cyrus…”
“Not up for negotiation. You’ve agreed to be
mine…”
“Cyrus, what if you flake out again?”
Holy shit she did not just say that, “Hey
Birdie-- you remember when I said I love you like two fucking
minutes ago?”
She scowled, “Yes.”
“Well remember that even though I love you,
doesn’t mean we aren’t going to disagree about shit okay? But it
does mean I’m the man you’re the woman and you’re to do what I
say.”
She smiled and giggled which made me laugh,
she wrapped her arms around me and whispered, “Not gonna
happen.”
“We table this discussion for a while: as my
woman you’re gonna need to shed the clothes, the undergarment and
put the wings back on.”
She smiled, “The wings?”
“Yes the wings, I wanna fuck you in
them.”
I lifted her up and tore those panties off
as she took off the bra, “Damn I love those Razzles.”
She undid my pants and held my cock in her
hands, “I love this.”
I reached between her sweet little legs, “I
love your hot little cunt.”
“I love you,” she bent down and grabbed the
wings and put them on, “This what you want?”
“I want it all.”
“That’s good cause I wanna give it all to
you.” She stood over me and took the place of honor and I was in
heaven.
I pinched her little nipples and sat up. My
cock was buried in her and throbbing, she was riding me hard and
wild. “Slow down Birdie or that eight second shit isn’t gonna be
something you can laugh about again.”
She didn’t listen, she was fucking me so
hard, her head buried in my neck and I had to lift her ass up to
stop her. I laid her on her back and after I pulled my eyes off her
now fuzzy little vag I noticed she was wiping more tears, “Birdie
don’t do that.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
“Don’t stop.”
“I’m a man of my word Birdie, and I couldn’t
stop if I tried and I tried. I’m gonna lick you and make you come,
then fuck you.”
“Make love to me.”
I started with her toes and licked and
sucked my way up her legs until I finally had my mouth on her and I
couldn’t stop licking her. She came loud as she pulled my hair. She
was dripping wet and I was real glad as I glided into her and made
love to her, as I kissed her perfect lips, caressed her hot tits
and as I was about ready to come I pulled out and came all over the
bed.
We lay in each other arms panting and she
looked up at me, “It’s been more than ten minutes.”
“Hell yes it has been.”
“They’ll miss us downstairs.”
“You’re staying here with me tonight.”
She laughed and I looked down at her, “I
want to.”
“Good cause I would tie you up if you tried
to leave. I’m gonna take a shower. I love smelling like you but I
don’t want any other fuck down there to get any ideas. I don’t
share Birdie.”
“I would never.”
“I know.”
When I got out of the shower she was gone
and a note was sitting on the bed.
Come find me…love Tara
I dressed fast and went down in costume
well, all except the make-up.
She was dancing with Carly and him. She
stopped when I came in and smiled. Carly looked at me and
clapped.
He was walking towards me and he looked so
hot, “He loves me.”
“I knew that already,” Carly took a drink
and Jase wrapped his arm around her waist.
“I love you,” he kissed her cheek.
“Prove it,” Carly laughed as he kissed down
her neck. “You better stop, I’m not on the pill anymore buddy.”
