“Please what?”
“TJ,” I groaned. “Please.”
“You know what to do.” He grinned down at me and licked his lips.
“TJ.”
“That’s my name,” he said and then he started humming.
“TJ! What are you doing?”
“I’m about to start singing ‘Move Together’ by James Bay.”
“TJ,” I moaned and watched as he grinned wider as I put my legs up in the air.
“Yes, Mila?” he said as he stepped forward and grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulder.
“Oh TJ,” I said and closed my eyes and waited to feel him inside of me.
“Tell me what you want, Mila,” he said, his voice throaty. My eyes fluttered open and looked up at him. He was staring down at me, his face looking more handsome than I’d ever seen him.
“Fuck me, TJ,” I said and grinned.
“Louder.” He winked at me.
“Fuck me, TJ,” I said a little louder.
“Even louder.”
“TJ, no.” I shook my head.
“Louder,” he said and I felt the tip of his cock rubbing against my clit. “What do you want, Mila? Tell me what you want.”
“I already told you,” I moaned as I tried to close my legs around him. “Please.”
“Tell me again.”
“TJ,” I groaned and reached down and grabbed his cock and tried to guide it inside of me.
“Yes, Mila,” he groaned as I squeezed his hardness and placed it against my entrance. “Shit, you’re so wet.”
“I want you, TJ. Please,” I moaned and I was rewarded with the swift movement of him entering me.
“Is this what you wanted?” He groaned as he slammed in and out of me quickly, his hands around my ankles as he held my legs up. I could feel my whole body moving back and forth on the bed as he fucked me hard, each thrust seeming to enter me deeper and deeper.
“Yes,” I cried out and I couldn’t stop myself from screaming as I felt his finger reaching down to rub my clit quickly as he entered me. “TJ,” I screamed out as I felt myself reaching the top of the cliff even faster than I’d thought possible. “Oooh,” I screamed as he thrust into me even harder and deeper and I felt my whole body shaking as I started climaxing.
“Come for me, Mila,” he groaned as I felt his body shuddering next to me. “Oh yes,” He groaned and I felt him thrust into me three more times before pulling out and coming on my dress. “Oh Mila, shit,” he groaned as he leaned down and kissed me on the lips.
“Oh, TJ,” I giggled as I looked into his satiated eyes. “I’m going to have to change.”
“I can wipe it off,” he said as he kissed me again.
“I think I’ll change.” I moaned. “I hope no one asks why.”
“Just say I got my sperm on you.” He winked.
“You want Cody to kill you?”
“Okay, just say you got gravy on your dress. Haha.” He stood up and pulled me up off of the bed. “Take your dress off and change.”
“You’re so bossy.” I rolled my eyes at him as he zipped himself up.
“Isn’t that what you love about me?” he asked with a smile and I just smiled back at him as I pulled my dress off. I wanted to answer him and tell him that that was just one of many things I loved about him, but I didn’t want to ruin the mood and make it too serious by gushing on about how much I loved everything about him.
“Let me get changed and finish up dinner,” I said and hit him on the shoulder instead. “Go and take care of our guests and I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said and saluted me. “Look who’s being bossy now.”
***
"Now that’s what I call a good dinner party." TJ closed the door behind Cody and Sally as they left and then turned to me. "Thank you for a delicious dinner."
"You're welcome." I smiled at him happily. "It was fun—well, aside from when you almost punched James."
"I didn't almost punch him. I just told him that maybe he should join an online dating service if he was looking that hard for a girlfriend." He shrugged and then stared at me. "Or were you hoping to be that girlfriend?"
"Whatever, TJ." I rolled my eyes at him. "You're an idiot for even saying that."
"I'm an idiot for you." He smiled at me with an adorable puppy face and I just shook my head.
"I have dishes to do." I sighed and ignored his cutesy words. He was drunk and I didn't want to take anything he said right now too seriously. He'd been loving and attentive all evening and my body still felt high from our lovemaking, but I didn't want to read anything into it. I already knew that he was weird with his feelings and as far as I knew it was the alcohol putting him out of character.
"Leave the dishes until the morning and we'll do them together," he said and put his arm around my waist. "Let's go to bed and have some lovemaking."
"TJ." I leaned my head against his shoulder. "You look like you're way too drunk for any lovemaking to me."
"I'm never too drunk for lurvemaking," he said and he slurred his words.
"Uh huh," I said as we walked towards the bedroom. "We'll see." We walked in companionable silence in the room and I watched as he pulled off all of his clothes and jumped into bed. He lay flat on his back, looked up at me and grinned as he closed his eyes and stretched.
“You’re so tired,” I said, smiling down at him, a feeling of affection sweeping through me as I gazed at him.
“I wouldn’t say so tired,” he mumbled, his eyes still closed.
“Oh, wouldn’t you?” I said softly, smiling to myself as I took my dress off and put on a nightgown. I walked out of the bedroom and went to the bathroom so I could take my makeup off. That was something Sally had instilled in me. Always try and remove makeup at night; especially eye makeup, because it did terrors to your skin if you left it on when you went to sleep. I cleaned my face and then walked back to the bedroom feeling happy, but still slightly anxious. Everything was going so well, but it was all really a facade. Nothing had really changed between us. I sighed to myself as I wondered if I was doing the right thing staying here and playing this game. Was I only prolonging the pain I was going to feel in just a few weeks? I crawled into bed and snuggled next to TJ. He rolled over, pulled me towards him and held me against his chest and moaned slightly. I snuggled next to him and listened to the sound of his heartbeat as I lay there.
“If I ever wanted to get married, it would be to someone like you,” he mumbled next to my ear and I froze and looked up at him. His eyes, though still sleepy, were open now.
“Why don’t you want to get married?” I looked at TJ, truly curious as to why he was so opposed to a union I couldn’t wait to enter.
“Because a marriage is meant to last forever,” he said without pause, his eyes finding mine as he tried to focus on me.
“And that freaks you out? Being with the same person forever?”
“No.” He shook his head and frowned, sleepiness making me confused. “What freaks me out is the possibility that the marriage could end. What freaks me out is that I could have the one person I love more than anything in the world and I could lose her. Marriages aren’t infallible. People change, fall out of love. It happens every day. My heart would break, my world would end. I would cease to be the person I am if that were to happen.” He shook his head. “I will not let myself become a statistic.”
“Your marriage might not end,” I said, but I felt weird saying the words. I wanted to say our marriage would not end, but I knew that would be putting all my cards on the table and I wasn’t willing to do that.
“But the love might,” he said with a yawn and I watched as his eyes fluttered closed again and he drifted back to sleep.
Chapter Eleven
TJ
Two Years Ago
“When I meet the man of my dreams, I want him to woo me with flowers and chocolates and poems.” Mila laughed as she spoke to Sally in the living room.
“Poems?” I spoke up and sat on the couch next to them. “What sort of pansy is going to be writing you poems?”
“A man full of romance.” Mila rolled her eyes at me. “A man who loves me more than life itself.”
“You’ve been reading too many of those romance books, Mila.” I shook my head. “I don’t know any guy who’s writing love poetry.”
“I know plenty of guys that do,” Sally said with an encouraging smile. “Don’t listen to TJ. He’s just jaded because he doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body.”
“I know. He doesn’t.” Mila stuck her tongue out at me and laughed. “When I fall in love and meet my soulmate, I want to be so special to him that he’d give up his life for me.”
“Give up his life, huh?”
“Yup.” She grinned. “He would give up his life, his happiness, his everything just to be with me.”
“Would he give up his dog?” I asked with a grin.
“If he had to,” she said, not even blinking.
“Would he give up his car?”
“That’s not even a question.”