Fighting Control (Bay State Series Book 3) (16 page)

“Well that’s the answer I was hoping to hear young man. She’s upstairs in her room. I’ll go get her for you. Sit tight.”

CATCHING UP

Tanya

I haven’t left my bed with the exception of using the bathroom since the talk with my father yesterday after seeing what was on the news.

I’m startled when there’s a knock on my door and my dad enters. “Hey sweetheart, there’s someone downstairs that would like to talk to you.” I have no idea what he’s smiling about, but it’s there, a big smile on his face as he comes to sit next to me all curled up underneath my covers and I turn away from him. His smiles, although usually contagious, I’m in no mood to join him.

“I really don’t want to see anyone daddy. Can you just have them come back later?”

“No Tanya, I’m not going to let you rot away in this room. You haven’t eaten anything since yesterday. I think it would be a good idea for you to get out of the house.” He slowly rubs my back as he speaks and it’s comforting. “Besides you need to talk to him. He’s just as affected by this mess as you are.”

“Julian is down stairs?”

“Yeah pumpkin, he is.” I roll over once again to face him and I see the truth in his eyes.

“He must hate me,” I say as I start to cry. My God, I’ve been doing way too much of this lately. I wish it would stop.

“No he doesn’t. Not even close. Why don’t you go talk to him? I think it would do you some good.” He stands from the bed and as he’s walking to the door he turns. “Oh and Tanya?”

“Yeah, dad?”

“We won’t be waiting up.” I return his smile. Whatever Julian said to him must have made a good impression. I don’t think he ever approved of Eric. Hell in hindsight, I think he might have been on to something.

I take a few minutes to make myself presentable before rushing downstairs. Making my way to living room first, expecting to see him sitting on the couch, I’m disappointed. Did he leave? Think better of it? Or was this all a ruse so my father didn’t hate him after this? For what? What should it matter to him what my father thinks if he just leaves me because he doesn’t want to be burdened with some chick he met a little over a month ago?

All of these thoughts are going through my mind as I cross the hallway and start climbing the stairs back to my room. The sound of his voice stops me dead in my tracks with my foot on the first step. “Tanya?” I turn to the sound of his voice. “Did your father not tell you I was here?”

I can feel the tears burning again; wanting to seep out but I fight them back. “I thought,” I stop myself, not sure of what to say next.

“You thought what?” he asks.

“That you had left. That maybe you didn’t want me. That you just came to smooth things over with my dad before walking away from this mess.”

“First of all, I’m not going anywhere and secondly, we’ll get through this mess together. It’s you and me now. I don’t give a shit what anyone says as long as we know the truth.” I don’t know how I could ever doubt this man. The sincerity in his voice speaks a thousand words and I rush to him, letting him crush me to him in his embrace. He lifts my chin and kisses me sweetly, barely caressing my lips with his tongue and for a minute I forget where we are. When I start to deepen the kiss he pulls away. “Slow down baby. Let’s go grab some lunch and bring it back to my place. Your father was very vague about what happened and I want you to tell me everything.”

“I’m so sorry,” I break down into sobs again. Damn it, I’m such a wreck.

“Shhh, you have nothing to be sorry about. Come on, grab your things. I want you to spend the night. My bed’s been lonely without you.”

I wipe the tears from my eyes as I enter my room and grab the duffle bag under my bed. I don’t bother packing any pajamas since I either sleep in the nude or one of his shirts anyway.

As I round the corner at the bottom of the stairs I hear Julian say, “Your daughter is safe with me Jim. I’ll take nothing but the best care of her.”

“Hey, I’m ready to go.” I walk to my dad and give him hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I follow that hug with a kiss on the cheek before leaving his arms. Julian takes my hand in one of his and my bag in the other. I’ve missed his smell. I can’t quite figure out exactly what it is he wears but it oozes masculinity. He looks like he just left the gym sans shower and I swear he smells even better when he’s all sweaty.  I think I just might have to snoop in his medicine cabinet while I’m there.

I spot his car at the curb and he notices when my face falls. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I was kinda hoping you had your bike.”

His face lights up as he asks, “You want to go for a ride?”

I nod my head vigorously and he laughs. “Okay hot shot; let’s go dump your bag and this piece of shit car off at my house.”

“Hey!” I give him a playful slap on his arm. “This car is far from a piece of shit. It’s quite sexy actually.”

He comes from the back of the car where he’s placed my bag in the trunk and wraps and arm around my waist. “You think my car is sexy?” he asks as he pulls me flush against his body.

“Yeah, its owner isn’t too bad either.” My hands have made their way inside of his shirt, tracing the contours of his toned stomach. He sucks in a harsh breath and watches me. He watches the expression on my face and the sparkle of mischief reflecting in my eyes as I run my fingers under the edge of his shorts.

“Oh, I see. You’re just with me for my car.” He takes hold of the back of my neck and gently squeezes.

“Na,” I say playfully pushing away from him. “You only have one stick I’m interested in riding.”

“Let’s go,” he opens my door for me and closes it once I’m safely inside. He quickly makes it to his side and is buckled with the door closed in record time. “As much as I want to take you home and let you ride my stick, I did promise your father I would feed you. We can take the bike to get a bite and talk while we eat. That will give us the rest of the day to get caught up on other things, if you know what I mean.” I certainly know what he means and I think about it all the way to his house. No words are needed on this ride. We hold hands with the radio playing softly. My mind is so preoccupied with images of our sweaty bodies tangled in his sheets that I have no idea what songs are playing.

                                *****

I had never ridden on a motorcycle before Julian's and the feeling is invigorating. I love having my arms wrapped around Julian’s waist as I squeeze him tight, afraid to loosen up for a split second as he takes corners. I caught on quickly the first time to lean into them with him. I finally get the nerve to open my eyes after about ten minutes, unlike the first time when I kept them closed the entire ride and I’m not sorry that I did. The scenery is beautiful, rushing by us without the confinements of the car.

We leave the city behind us and I wonder where he’s taking me until the coastline comes into view. I’ve seen it a hundred times but for some reason, on the back of Julian’s motorcycle with him in my arms, it seems like the first time; the only time that matters. The ocean seems a little clearer, the sky a little bluer and the air a little fresher while I’m here with him. He rides around for a few more minutes trying to find a place to park and when he does, he turns in his seat, removes my helmet and kisses me like he’s never done before. I feel so much conviction in his kiss and I return it in kind.

“What was that for?” I ask, feeling out of breath.

“Because I can,” he answers smugly and I have to agree. He definitely can.

We walk the streets trying to decide on something to eat. The smell of the ocean is inviting and I wish I had my suit with me. Maybe another time. He stops at a hotdog vendor and I shake my head. “Nasty.”

“You don’t like hotdogs?”

“Nope. Used to eat them right out of the fridge when I was little. I can’t stand them now.” Just the smell is making me nauseous.

“What are you in the mood for then?”

“Hmm?” I think it over for a couple of minutes before answering. “I could really go for some fish n’ chips but I probably won’t be able to finish them all. Do you want to split a plate?”

“Sounds good to me. Salty’s is right around the corner. Have you ever eaten there?” he asks and pulls me in the direction of the restaurant, not waiting for my answer. The streets are busy with people so he clutches tightly to my hand, making sure I don’t let go.

As soon as he parked the bike he traded his helmet for a snug baseball cap. He’s wearing it low to try to hide who he is. He might have been successful in another state but he won’t be getting away with it here. His slightly too long chestnut hair peeks out from the front and sides, his handsome features only being intensified. He doesn’t notice but he’s being ogled by practically every female and some men that walk by and if he does he’s not showing it. He just walks with my hand in his making small talk on our way to the restaurant.

The view from our table is breathtaking. The small restaurant sits at the end of the pier, its large windows facing the ocean. I sit and mindlessly people watch while I pick at my food. As expected I haven’t even put a dent in our plate and I’m glad he agreed to share with me. I hate wasting food.

He breaks the silence and I’m forced to look away from all of the happy families playing with their kids on the beach below. “Do you want to talk about this now or wait until we get back to my place?”

I know he’s going to be pissed when I explain what happened on Monday and I don’t want him riding the bike over an hour while he’s angry. “I think we should wait. Let’s enjoy our time here before we go back to reality.” I avoid the scrutiny in his glance by looking out the window again and I envy how peaceful everyone looks like they don’t have a care in the world. I would be naïve if I thought for just a second those people didn’t have challenges. I guess I’m feeling a little envious of how well others seem to mask their issues. To be able to let go and live carefree. I wish I had that ability. I’m slowly getting there so that’s a step in the right direction.

The ride home is a much less peaceful one. The conversation that looms ahead of me is one that I’m not looking forward to.

“She what?” Julian asks when I finish filling him in on everything that Amy had said on Monday.

“She basically told me that if I didn’t cooperate that she would make my life a living hell. She said she would have me blacklisted. I never in a million years would have thought that she would get the rumor mill running when I used the excuse of being too sick to go back to work.” I’m mostly pissed at myself for underestimating her.

“Okay, we’re just going to go about this calmly and ignore it,” Julian says while rubbing my shoulders. We’re lying lengthwise on the couch and I’m settled between his thighs. “I’ve seen much worse, trust me. There are plenty of things that would have painted us a much uglier picture. I for one am happy that that’s all she started.” His fingers start to slowly massage the nape of my neck, relieving some of the pressure there and it’s so easy for me to sink back into him.

“I’ve been looking online for another job, since that one was just an internship. I hope it’s not going to be too hard to find something entry level.” There wasn’t much to look at in this area though and I have no desire to relocate.

“Find anything good?” he asks as his fingers venture to the front of my body, cupping my breasts in his hands.

“Mmmmm,” is all I reply. I don’t want to talk anymore.

I let my hands wander along his muscular thighs, inching higher and higher, making him suck in a sharp breath when my touch reaches his growing shaft. He changed out of his jeans when we got back  to his house and now he's wearing a pair of extremely easy access gym shorts. My hands roam to the bottom edges and I slowly inch my fingers inside, causing a moan to escape. My shirt is flung over my head faster than I can blink and my bra follows with much speed and precision.

“Don’t make me wait days Tanya. I can’t take it and then I have to ravage you when I really want to take my time.” He lifts my body and turns me so I’m straddling his waist. His still covered erection digging into my core.

“What are you going to do while you’re away?” He doesn’t answer; instead he takes one of my aching nipples in his mouth and lavishes it with his tongue, alternating strong swift circular licks and hard suction.  Releasing me from his wet grip he kisses the tender peak a few times before speaking. “I don’t want to think about that right now. Right now I want your hot wet pussy wrapped around my cock.” He intensifies his words while lifting his hips and grinding even harder against me. He tugs at my shorts and growls. “Get these fuckers off now!”

He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I jump up from his lap long enough to rid myself of the restriction that my shorts present, while he does the same and instead of his lap I straddle his thighs and lean down to engulf his hard, pulsing shaft in my mouth with firm suction, circling the tip with my tongue as I make way down his length.

“Jesus Christ Tanya,” he says and grabs my hair, gently tugging with the rhythm of my movement. He lets me control this and his low moans urge me on. “You feel so good baby.”

“Mmmm,” I moan as I take him all the way to the back of my throat. His hand in my hair grips tighter and he takes control, setting the pace for his impending orgasm. “I need to feel you,” I say, coming up for air.

“Kneel on the couch and hold onto the back,” he tells me and helps me find the perfect position. “Get ready Tanya; this is going to be fast and hard.” His words send chills through my body and I’m so ready for this.