had to find a way to get him on board, and I might have eventually, if this hadn’t happened.
It’s funny, but ever since my experiences as a teen something had gone wonky with my sexuality. Before then, I had the usual urges of any red-blooded sixteen year old. I didn’t do anything about them, but there were there, and I knew from listening to my friends and reading, that it was natural.
After the thing with my stepdad and then my boss attacking me, I started to see sex as something to avoid at all cost. Technically I knew that it wasn’t sex that was the problem that it had been those two, but mentally I couldn’t separate the two.
But Tyler changed all that. Before he came into the picture there were plenty who showed an interest, but those I easily warded off, never even giving them a hint of reception.
One look at Ty though and I was ready to throw all my inhibitions to the wind. I’d badgered poor Dani to death for every morsel of information I could glean about him. I lived off every little tidbit she shared until I was going out of my mind wanting more. I ached for him like nothing before.
I know I made a fool of myself whenever we were in the same room together. I couldn’t seem to help it. There was just something about him that called to me, like two sides to the same coin. And when I saw him with the baby, my ovaries had opened like a flower and started doing handsprings.
I’d felt a burning so deep inside, and anger. Anger at him for not seeing what I saw, not wanting what I knew would be so good for us. I’d heard him teasing his brothers about their lovesick ways as he called them. Each time he said it I felt hope dwindling farther and farther away.
But then I’d watched him with that little girl and my hope was restored. No man could look at a baby girl like that and not feel. And when he’d looked over her head and right into my eyes, I knew I’d fight another ten years if I had to, just to taste the promise in those eyes.
Then this, only the night before I’d been dreaming sweet dreams about when we finally got together. Even though he’d gone back to being his usual self after that shared look, the damage had already been done.
I’d sensed something different in him, a slight change, like maybe he was more open to the possibilities of us. I was planning to work on that and enlist the help of the others if I had to. I got the impression that they would approve, and maybe with a little nudge…
I wouldn’t say he was ready for wedding bells like the others, but I had seen something more than interest in his eyes that time. I’d gone home with a warm feeling; things were finally looking up.
My breath hitched at the memory of what followed and I reacted. “Easy baby, easy.” Ty put the tray down and climbed on to the bed with me. I can’t believe the way my body trembled. In my mind I knew I was safe, that nothing could reach me behind these walls, in his arms, but my body couldn’t seem to grasp that.
“Baby, I have to ask…” I knew what he was going to say before he gave the words free reign. I curved into myself as much as I could with his arms wrapped around me. It was the way he reacted that shocked me out of it.
He practically flew from the bed in a rage. “Son of a mothering fucking bitch I’ll kill him.” His rage for some reason helped to assuage whatever was going on with me. I climbed off the bed my body wracked with pain and tried to hold him as he looked around the room, his eyes wild.
It was like he wasn’t there. “Tyler, look at me.” He was gone and I was never so scared in my life. There was nothing in his eyes, nothing but a deep dark rage. He didn’t look at me as much as look right through me.
I hobbled out of the room when I saw it was no use, there was no getting through to him. “Vicki…” Logan saw me first and started to get up. It looked like they were all here keeping watch.
“Ty, mad…” They were the only words I could get out
It’s funny, but ever since my experiences as a teen something had gone wonky with my sexuality. Before then, I had the usual urges of any red-blooded sixteen year old. I didn’t do anything about them, but there were there, and I knew from listening to my friends and reading, that it was natural.
After the thing with my stepdad and then my boss attacking me, I started to see sex as something to avoid at all cost. Technically I knew that it wasn’t sex that was the problem that it had been those two, but mentally I couldn’t separate the two.
But Tyler changed all that. Before he came into the picture there were plenty who showed an interest, but those I easily warded off, never even giving them a hint of reception.
One look at Ty though and I was ready to throw all my inhibitions to the wind. I’d badgered poor Dani to death for every morsel of information I could glean about him. I lived off every little tidbit she shared until I was going out of my mind wanting more. I ached for him like nothing before.
I know I made a fool of myself whenever we were in the same room together. I couldn’t seem to help it. There was just something about him that called to me, like two sides to the same coin. And when I saw him with the baby, my ovaries had opened like a flower and started doing handsprings.
I’d felt a burning so deep inside, and anger. Anger at him for not seeing what I saw, not wanting what I knew would be so good for us. I’d heard him teasing his brothers about their lovesick ways as he called them. Each time he said it I felt hope dwindling farther and farther away.
But then I’d watched him with that little girl and my hope was restored. No man could look at a baby girl like that and not feel. And when he’d looked over her head and right into my eyes, I knew I’d fight another ten years if I had to, just to taste the promise in those eyes.
Then this, only the night before I’d been dreaming sweet dreams about when we finally got together. Even though he’d gone back to being his usual self after that shared look, the damage had already been done.
I’d sensed something different in him, a slight change, like maybe he was more open to the possibilities of us. I was planning to work on that and enlist the help of the others if I had to. I got the impression that they would approve, and maybe with a little nudge…
I wouldn’t say he was ready for wedding bells like the others, but I had seen something more than interest in his eyes that time. I’d gone home with a warm feeling; things were finally looking up.
My breath hitched at the memory of what followed and I reacted. “Easy baby, easy.” Ty put the tray down and climbed on to the bed with me. I can’t believe the way my body trembled. In my mind I knew I was safe, that nothing could reach me behind these walls, in his arms, but my body couldn’t seem to grasp that.
“Baby, I have to ask…” I knew what he was going to say before he gave the words free reign. I curved into myself as much as I could with his arms wrapped around me. It was the way he reacted that shocked me out of it.
He practically flew from the bed in a rage. “Son of a mothering fucking bitch I’ll kill him.” His rage for some reason helped to assuage whatever was going on with me. I climbed off the bed my body wracked with pain and tried to hold him as he looked around the room, his eyes wild.
It was like he wasn’t there. “Tyler, look at me.” He was gone and I was never so scared in my life. There was nothing in his eyes, nothing but a deep dark rage. He didn’t look at me as much as look right through me.
I hobbled out of the room when I saw it was no use, there was no getting through to him. “Vicki…” Logan saw me first and started to get up. It looked like they were all here keeping watch.
“Ty, mad…” They were the only words I could get out
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