I’m a nervous wreck. My hands are sweaty, and my heart pounds in my chest. How am I gonna tell her about my past? A past I spend every day trying to forget? Telling it is gonna be like placing a knife to my chest and slowly stabbing myself. In order to give her what she wants, I’m gonna have to bleed myself emotionally dry. But she deserves that. She deserves for you to rip yourself open in order to make her understand why you couldn’t tell her the truth.
I take a deep breath and twist the doorknob to my bedroom. I open it up to find her lying in my bed asleep. I let out a long breath. Of course, she is; it’s three in the morning. I spent most of the night at the hospital with Brecken. Then on my way home, I found myself taking the longest way possible. I even made wrong turns to avoid this conversation for a minute longer. But somehow, I found my way to her. She came after me today to tell me how she felt. It’s my turn to do the same.
I remove my clothes quietly and make my way under the covers with her. I wrap my arms around her and pull her into me, letting out a sigh.
“Your heart is beating really fast.”
I look over at her, and her eyes are wide open staring up at me. “I thought you were asleep.” A man could hope.
“I heard you come in.”
I arch an eyebrow. “You were pretending,” I muse.
“Maybe,” she whispers.
“Why would you do that?”
She removes herself from my arms, and I don’t try to stop her. She pulls back the covers, gets up, and straddles my hips. Both my eyebrows raise to my hairline. “I thought …”
She places her finger over my lips, quieting me. “We have plenty of time to talk.” She leans down, her bare chest laying on mine. “Right now, I want you to touch me.” She reaches out; grabbing my wrists, she places my hands on her hips. I gladly grab a hold of them. She leans up just a bit, and her hair brushes my chest as she hovers over me. She then places her hands flat on my chest and runs her fingers down my chest and stomach. I arch my back and grip her hips as her nails try to tear my skin open. She always makes me burn when she touches me.
“I want you,” I say selfishly. I should stop her. Tell her that even though it’s gonna kill me, I want her to know the real me. But she is giving me a peace offering. She knows she’s gonna get to know the real Tyler Cason Crawford no matter what. Why not wait one more hour? Or two?
She leans down once again, her lips find my neck, and her tongue licks gently. “Then take me,” she whispers.
My cock jerks, and I toss her over onto her back. I spread her legs with mine, and she arches her back letting out a moan. Grabbing my hard cock with one hand, I run the other hand over her pussy. It’s soaking wet. Without foreplay, I push myself into her.
“Oh, God,” she cries out, gripping my shoulders.
I close my eyes and pull out, then push forward. Her hot pussy tightens around my cock and I let out a growl. “You feel so good,” I whisper.
“Please,” she begs as her legs wrap around my hips.
“Please what, baby?” I ask bending down and placing soft kisses from her collarbone to her neck.
She moves her hands to my ass and she digs her nails into my skin as she tries to pull me deeper into her. “Please fuck me,” she begs as she closes her eyes and arches her neck.
I grab her hands, pulling them from my ass and wrap my hands around her small wrists. I pin them above her head as I push my hips forward. “Say it again,” I demand.
“Fuck me, Case.” She takes in a deep breath as I thrust my hips forward again. “Fuck me hard.” Her voice rises as she calls out, and I can’t help but give it to her. The room fills with our heavy breathing, her cries of pleasure, and my grunts as I take her roughly. I needed this. An escape. Something to take my mind off what she wants to know. And I’m thankful she has allowed me another chance to avoid the inevitable.
“Case …” she pants as her pussy tightens around my cock. She arches her back and her lips part as she sucks in a breath.
“Come on, baby.” As I egg her on, I curse myself. “Come for me, baby,” I grind out as I pull back and thrust forward. The quicker she comes, the sooner we’ll be done. I wish I could hold out forever.
She sucks in another breath, and her muscles tense against my body. She fists her hands, and she lets out a cry as her pusssy tightens. She comes on my cock and I bite the inside of my lip as I enjoy the feel of her running down my cock and coat my balls. I could never get enough of her. Her body shakes and I can feel her heart pound in her chest as I allow my body to fall on top of hers. She looks up at me through hooded eyes as I slow my hips. For once, I want to make love. I want to show her that I do have a heart. Because once I tell her about my past, she will think differently.
CASE
I pace back and forth at the end of the bed with my hands in my hair as Taylor sits up, resting her back against the headboard.
“Do you want to sit down?” she asks.
“No.” My reply comes out sharper than I intended.
“Okay,” she whispers.
You would think the fact we just had sex would help my nerves, but it’s made them worse. My entire body is tense, and if she would let me, I would crawl on top of her right now and fuck her to the point she passes out. That way I could hold this off just one more day, but what good will that do us? Hasn’t she waited long enough? “I don’t know where to start,” I mumble more to myself than to her.
“Anywhere you want,” she encourages me softly.
“My name is Tyler Cason Crawford.” That was easy enough. I look over at her, and she smiles at me encouragingly. “I’m twenty-nine and as long as I can remember, I have always been called Case.”
I let out a long breath as I come to a stop and stare at her. She licks her lips nervously before giving me another soft smile. I feel my body physically relax. Just the fact she is still in front of me after everything I have done is a miracle of its own.
I take a deep breath. “I have a twin sister.”
For a few seconds, she just stares up at me. And I didn’t expect her to be all that surprised about that part. “I know you knew that already.”
“How would I know that?” she asks wide-eyed.
“The family photo. I know you looked at it,” I inform her, and she nods once.
“Yes. But I didn’t know that she was your twin.” She’s lying I can tell. I’m not sure how she knows, but she does.
I nod. “Her name was Nicole.”
Her eyes look down at my wrist where Nicole’s name is tattooed. I look down at it too and lift my other hand. Without thought, I rub my thumb over it.
“Was?” she asks softly.
I take a long breath. “Yeah. I haven’t seen her in twelve years.” I swallow the lump in my throat.
“What happened to her?” she whispers.
I look over at her, and I hate that my eyes sting. I hate that bringing up my past is gonna make me look weak in her eyes. So I place that mask on. The onl where I show nothing. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. It’s time … “She was taken from us.”
“Good game, man!” Brecken slaps me on the back as we run off the field.
I laugh. “Yeah, you were actually good tonight,” I say shoving his shoulder as we walk through the parking lot. Tonight was the last game of our senior year, and we kicked ass.
“What happened to Nicole?” he asks looking around the parking lot. “I never did see her with the squad.” He shakes his head with a smile.
“Well, you know her studies come first.” My sister doesn’t let anything get ahead of her schooling. Not even being head cheerleader.
“I don’t know, man. She never misses a game,” he says starting to sound worried.
“I wouldn’t sweat it.” I come up to my beat-up old car. “I’m sure she’s at the house.” He had come over before the game, so we drove together.