I leaned in and kissed him. It was just a light peck on his lips.

Tyler grinned at me, "So should I take that as a yes?" he asked me in a sultry voice that could have been hard to turn down if you weren't immune to his charms.

I laughed, and I decided to tease him a little. "A little too eager, are we?"

His lips trailed a path from my cheek down to my jawline. I closed my eyes and felt warm all over, as if I was coming down with a fever. Even though he'd said that I'd won our game, I couldn't feel victorious for some reason. Maybe because he'd admitted defeat. He'd thrown his weapons down for me.

Ty was the winner.

"Look, I've got you something." He whispered close to my ear which made the goosebumps rise over my arms.

I looked at what he was holding. A packet of peanut m&m's.

I rolled my eyes, "I hope there's no ring inside this time."

He chuckled, opening the packet. "I didn't put any ring inside so don't worry. I couldn't risk you tossing it aside like the last time. I told you, I want to take it slow. I'm not going to keep shoving a ring in your face every time I see you."

I felt relieved hearing him say that. I watched him as he popped one red m&m into his mouth. I leaned in and swiped his mouth with my tongue and ate it. He groaned low in his throat, pulling me closer to him. His forearms were so strong and bulky, his shoulders broad and the way he squeezed my waist deliciously, I thought I'd come before we could even start anything.

Okay, maybe I was a little too horny but could you blame me? I'd stayed apart from him for over ten years because I didn't want anyone else so excuse me while I feel dizzy over a hot kiss.

As if our minds were linked by telepathy, he reached for his t-shirt and brought it over his head and tossed it away. He began opening some buttons on the front of my dress, and my lacy beige bra started playing peek-a-boo from underneath.

He attacked my mouth again, my hands curling into his thick dark hair as I tried pulling him even closer, while his tongue fought inside my mouth for dominance. His hands sneaked under my dress and his fingers pressed directly against the fabric that covered my core. I gasped and rubbed myself over his hand like a wanton seeking release. I think I was losing my mind with the way he kept teasing me. Frustrated, I removed the rest of the buttons of the dress and peeled it off completely and that left me in nothing but the bra and panties.

Tyler laughed softly, "Who's eager now?"

I unbuckled the bra and tossed it aside.

The laugher died on his lips as he stared at me with a look so heated and primal, it promised a lot of things that I couldn't wait to find out.

His erection pressed against me from the revolting thick fabric of his jeans. He covered my right breast with his palm and squeezed, and I was panting as he continued to knead, his fingers teased the hardened nipple.

I was so lost in the sensation, as he licked, sucked and savored to his heart's content. His expertise had reached another level, and I couldn't help but feel envious about Sarah and the other women that got to be with him too. It made me furious, but I tried not to let it bother me. I'd been his first; it was me, with whom he had his first kiss with, me whom he had lost his virginity and the rest of the other women after that didn't matter because he'd come back to me after everything.

I was still trying to steady my breath because I was getting a little too excited, and Tyler noticed that too. "Vicky..." he whispered, "Are you okay? Is this too much for you, baby? I can stop."

"No!" I said almost immediately. I grabbed his neck and kissed him deeply, "I want you. I've...I've..." damn I was even stammering like a teenage girl. "I've waited too long."

Tyler

It was so easy to get lost in the sensations when I was with Vicky. It's like she made me feel alive as if my body was lit on fire because I couldn't think of anything than to be with her.

To be inside her. To be as closer to her as I could get.

I didn't understand feelings, didn't care much about love, and I knew that Vicky was aware of that when I said I loved her. She knew it was impossible for me to love but these other emotions I had for her weren't lies.

I felt so much, and sometimes nothing at all but I'd learned to focus everything on Vicky when I was with her. I was content when she was close to me, the constant roaring in my mind ceased to exist. I could be myself, I didn't need to put up walls or faces. She accepted me with the way I was.

I carried her to the bed behind us and placed her on the mattress while I discarded my jeans and joined her. I kissed her again, long drugging kisses that drove her mad to the point where she was guiding my fingers to her covered pussy. I clenched her panties in my fingers and yanked at it so hard it tore into two pieces.

She frowned at me, "you could have just asked me to remove it."

I chuckled, "sorry baby, I'm running low on patience."

When I touched her bare wet pussy, she came undone in seconds, and the minute my fingers penetrated deep inside her slick channels I thought Vicky died, went to heaven and returned. I couldn't blame her. I mean I'm not smug, but I know I'm pretty goddamn amazing at pleasuring a woman.

If this affected her so badly, I was sure to wreck her by tomorrow morning. Vicky would be so hungover her pleasure; she wouldn't remember her name or who she was. Okay, that was a little too much, but I trusted my level of expertise.

I reached out for the packet of condom in my wallet and tore it with my teeth.

Vicky gave me an amused look, "You came prepared. Can't say it matters anymore where I'm concerned," She said sadness filling her voice.

But I wasn't going to let it dampen her mood or mine. I slid the thin film over my member and positioned myself between her thighs. I tested her first with the tip of my penis and damn if she wasn't tight. I pulled a bit and sank inside her, making us both groan with pleasure. Joined like that, I held her and flipped her over so I was lying on my back on the bed and her body impaled over mine.

That was Vicky's favorite position to fuck, she liked to be top and I wasn't going to complain because the pleasures in taking her this way were far better. She threw her head back and nearly bruised my back with her nails.

I pulled out and thrust into her again, and kept making the languid thrusts until she was whimpering. Sensations overtook me and I was back to that night when we'd fucked each other senseless and it was our final goodbye. The memory of that was etched into my very being, and I'd held onto it for years and kept replaying it.

"Fuck, Vicky. So fucking hot. Do it again, baby." I grunted. "I want that sweet little cunt throbbing around me..."

She began unraveling, her moans were music to my ears. I closed my eyes and gave in to it, the sounds of her pleasures and I didn't want this to end. I opened my eyes again because I didn't want to miss anything, so I kept my gaze trailed on Vicky as she cried out.

She was so beautiful, like an angel. I wanted her forever, by my side for as long as I lived. I was overcome by an emotion that ran so deep, and raw, so primitive and something I didn't think I even recognized. The pleasure started to build up between us as we came hard and I kissed her like she was never kissed before. Her body spasmed over mine as the final wave of orgasm hit her, "I love you...Tyler." she said between moans, "so much..."

Hearing her say that probably did it for me. I growled low, pumping hard as I came.

We lay there in the aftermath of our lovemaking, with Vicky still on top of me, her long silver-blonde hair falling in waves on my chest. Her eyes stained with tears.

"Marry me?" I asked for the second time that night.

She looked up from my chest with her tear-stained face, and giggled, "You're so confident that sex would change my mind?"

"I'm sure by morning light I can convince you. You still haven't experienced the expertise of my tongue." I teased her.

"My answer is no." She said pecking my lips but I could see the fire in her gaze.

I sighed. "You gonna keep playing hard to get?"

"Maybe."

"I already told you, Vicky. I like a challenge. If I blow your mind for the second time, I'll take that as a yes." I teased her.

"I'm quite confident I'll keep saying no, but I'm feeling very generous right now so I'll give you a few chances to prove yourself." Amusement danced in her stormy gray eyes that often reminded me of glacial mountains.

I pulled her close, brushing her hair away from her face, nuzzling her neck, and inhaling her scent that had become so familiar to me, kind of like coming home. I was home finally. She brought so much peace, I couldn't explain it.

I drove home the next morning feeling sated after so long, I had a foolish grin on my face. Hazel had arrived in the wee hours of the morning and sneaked into the house, and Vicky hadn't bothered questioning her because I'd kept her busy on her knees, then in the shower, and then back in bed. She'd been a willing participant. The three of us had breakfast later on. Hazel was wiggling her eyebrows at us, she was thrilled that we'd been together.

I maneuvered the car into the mansion, stepped down, and tossed the keys to the boy standing outside to park it. My phone vibrated with a message. I smiled when I saw Vicky's name on it.

Shorty: I miss you :-*

Ty: Aww baby

Shorty: I miss your cock* I mean, Sorry that was a typo ;P

I laughed. I liked how she objectified me on purpose.

Ty: I'm going to report this text to the police for sexual harassment.

Shorty: Did I hurt your feelings big boy?

I was laughing as I walked through the hallways and took the stairs. The servants were giving me weird eyes; they'd hardly seen me smiling like this. I headed to the home office upstairs dreading the overload of paperwork waiting for me. I planned to work until later tonight and maybe try to meet up with Vicky again after that. I was screwed. Totally and completely pussy whipped. I already knew it would happen the minute I had the chance to fuck her last night.

Ty: You're going to pay for all those insults, ma'am.

Shorty: We'll see about that.

I was going to sneak into her room from the roof like old times. I also had an Ace up my sleeve that I'd saved up for later. I went to the tank in which my green anaconda Medusa was kept in. She sometimes chilled there when I was around. Since a part of the mansion had caught on fire thanks to a certain asshole called Noah, I'd had to relocate them to another room for the time being. Some of them were still slithering in the Lockhart woods. I opened the bucket on the floor and pulled out a rat to feed Medusa.

My eyes flicked to the cherrywood desk and I remembered I always kept the pen holder on the left side since I was left-handed. There was no way a maid had shifted it to the right when she knew how I liked my stuff arranged. Now that I recalled, this wasn't the first time. Things would go missing all of a sudden and reappear, and I'd been too busy with the workload to pay attention to it.

I placed my phone on the desk and walked to the wall. I checked it for some sign, testing it with knocking.

Instinctively, I walked to the inbuilt library and began throwing the books on the floor, one after the other. By the time I was done, the floor was a mess of hundreds of books.

I put my boot on the surface of the shelf and kicked as hard as I could. A panel opened.

The Lockhart's mansion had a lot of secret rooms built by one of my loony ancestors back in the 1800s. Some of these rooms in the mansion weren't even discovered yet, and I wondered if this was one of them. I quickly retrieved the gun from inside my desk and loaded it. I kept my guns close to me, you'd never know when a psycho intruder would break in and I'd have to deal with it.

Ha, the irony.

The broken wall of wood led to a staircase. I went downstairs slowly and walked into what I'd call a suite. A Victorian-styled furnished parlour. It's like I'd teleported into the era. The coffee table near the cushioned seats had an empty cup of what looked like a coffee and half-eaten breakfast.

I kept my gun ready and walked through the parlour to the door on the left side of it. I turned the knob slowly and kicked it.

I already knew what to fucking expect and I was ready to not be surprised.

I smiled in greeting at the occupant inside.

"Hello, Dad."