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Veronica

Evergreen Forest

W ith each tortuous push of Tanner’s cock deep inside me and his thumb now teasing my clit, I can feel myself getting closer and closer. He fills every bit of me in a way I never knew I needed. My body starts to tense as I push myself up into his length and hand, craving a release.

He hums back to me. “Can you be a good girl and come for me? I can tell you want it.”

I nod, biting my lower lip. My body shaking with each breath, his voice speaking to my core.

He leans forward, his elbows now pressing against the tops of my shoulders, his broad chest caging me in. My legs fall to his side and I wrap them around his waist, pulling him even further into me. His lips brush my forehead, my mouth now on his neck and collarbone. My hands are on his back again, digging in with each thrust of his hips into me. With his body like this, the base of his shaft is rubbing my clit each time he pushes into me and it feels so fucking good.

His pace quickens and I can feel the knot of tension in me start to completely unravel. His hands run through my hair, holding tightly. I bury my face in his neck, moaning in ecstasy.

“That’s right. Let go and come for me.” His husky voice pushes me over the edge.

The orgasm that takes over me is more intense than the others he’s given me. My pussy clenching every inch of him as his cock fills me entirely. I melt into his arms, my head pressed against his hard muscular chest, my skin loving the warmth of his body. I can feel his heart pounding as his pace now becomes more erratic, more feral. Each push of his hips into me is more intense as he chases his own release. I can feel his body tighten, his ass clenching and flexing as he starts to lose control. I feel each twitch of his bare cock as he comes deep inside me.

He tilts my face towards his, craning his neck to kiss me, our mouths both open as we catch our breath.

I look into his eyes. I could get lost in them forever, like staring into an endless evergreen forest.

“Ronni,” he says, still breathing heavily, “that was amazing. You’re amazing.”

He leans back, his cock still deep in me. I rock my hips toward him, wanting to savor the feeling of fullness he gives me as long as I can. I run my fingers through his chest hair, my hand lingering over the tiger head.

“Interesting choice with the teal stripes. I didn’t know you were a fan, Tanner.” I look up at him as he lets out a low chuckle, that I can feel all the way through his cock into my center.

“I may listen to them every now and then.” He grins at me slyly, like he’s hiding a secret.

After getting out of bed and grabbing me a warm damp towel, he stops short of the bed. He looks at me with a smile on his face, his eyes running up my legs and stopping as our eyes meet. The way he looks at me melts my heart and I can feel a smile spreading across my own face.

“I love seeing you smile. You know that, right?” he says, catching me by surprise, a quick giggle getting out before I can regain my composure.

“Um, I can tell. You’re always looking at my face every time I look over at you. You’re kind of intense.” I smirk, winking at him.

“That’s because I’m serious, Ronni. I hate seeing you upset. I’m glad you’re having a good time. I hope your trip is going according to your plan so far,” he says, coming back to the edge of the bed. He sits down next to me, running his hand through my hair. His presence is somehow both exhilarating and comforting, getting me to live in the moment but also feel like everything is going to be ok.

Like I can just be me. Be myself.

“You know, I don’t actually like planning,” I blurt out.

He laughs, caught off guard by my seemingly random outburst, one I’m emboldened to make with how comfortable I am around him.

“Oh really? It always seemed like your favorite thing,” he says. His expression changes when he senses that I wasn’t joking.

“No. I hate it actually. It takes all of the fun out of everything. I want to be more spontaneous, to live in the moment. But not knowing what’s next, it’s terrifying. Planning is just a feeble attempt to cope with my anxiety. At least with planning, I can try to prepare myself and not be scared of what’s next. But it feels like I’m missing out on so much in life living this way.” I feel a look of worry starting to form on my face.

He eyes me carefully, his hand still running through my hair.

“Remember what I asked you before on the gondola, Ronni? Do you trust me ?”

I nod, unsure of where he’s going with this.

“Yes. I do.”

“Then let me help you. I get it, life’s scary. But it’s easier when you have people around you that you trust. It might sound backwards, but let someone you trust take that burden of planning off your plate and trust them to surprise you in a way you’ll like. You can trust Collin and Lizzy, I would. Know that they are there for you and will keep you safe.” With a raised eyebrow, he continues. “You trusted me to surprise you on the gondola, remember?”

Shit. I can’t argue with him. It’s still so jarring to see Tanner so sensitive though. So serious.

I lean towards him, holding his scruffy face with one hand, pressing my lips to his.

“Trust isn’t always easy. But I’ll try, Tanner. Thank you,” I say, my eyes flutter shut as I press my forehead to his.

He stands back up, a fresh idea on his face.

“Hey,” he says, his ragged, deep voice breaking the silence, “we have like 15 minutes before they’re back. I told you I wanted you to see this kitchen.”

“Oh. You were serious? I thought that was just a clever ruse.” I look at him, enjoying the sight of him shirtless, only having put his jeans back on. He laughs. “Unintended benefit, Ronni.”

He turns to get dressed and I gasp.

“Oh, fuck.”

“What?” he asks, looking back at me terrified. “What’s wrong?”

“Your back,” I cover my mouth, seeing I was a little too aggressive with my nails. “You look like you got clawed by a raccoon.”

“Don’t worry,” he snorts. “I’ll come up with something.”

After getting dressed, we walk hand in hand back to the main house until we reach the kitchen.

I’m stunned. Tanner was right. The kitchen is incredible, like something out of an architecture magazine. I wander the enormous kitchen as Tanner leans against the refrigerator at the end of the room. It’s modern like the exterior of the house, with matte black countertops and sleek oak cabinets. In the center, there’s a massive island with waterfall counters and an oversized Italian range. I run my fingers over the ornate knobs on the eight burner range, picturing the meals I could prepare here. As I reach the end of the counter, heading towards the dining area, I notice a knife block with familiar handles. TJ must be a fan of Tanner’s work as well.

As I look into the open dining area, something else on the wall catches my eye. There’s a ten foot by ten foot painting of a tall, slender man with blonde hair. He’s holding a microphone up, singing, facing an unseen crowd not in the painting. His face is so familiar though.

Wait. It can’t be.

It’s Tommy Jacob. The singer from Teal Tigers. This dude, TJ, must be a huge fan.

Wait. Fuck. TJ.

“Tanner, is this fucking Tommy Jacob’s house?” I whip around to look at him, he’s already grinning as wide of a smile as that face can fit.

“Told you I had a surprise for you. Now you’ve been in his kitchen and fucked in his guesthouse. Something nice to think about the next time you listen to him.” He laughs, clearly amused that his surprise worked.

My jaw is hanging wide open. “How did you know? How did you remember I love Teal Tigers?” I ask, incredulous that he could think of this the same way he remembered my coffee order after all these years.

He walks closer, pressing his body into me as I lean against the edge of the dining room table, the painting still visible over his shoulder.

“I told you, Ronni,” his voice husky and low again, “I’ve thought about you in that t-shirt for years. Hard to forget.”

He cups my ass, pulling me closer to him as he kisses me gently, tugging my lower lip as he pulls away.

“So, Tanner,” I look him in the eyes with a smirk, “time to act normal again?”

“If we must,” he growls. “Let’s go, I guess.”

After heading back to the guesthouse, we hear the footsteps outside of Collin and Lizzy coming back with the carryout. I can just hear them mumbling something about finding Lizzy a cowboy together.

Dinner is quick, standing around the island in the still impressively large kitchen of the guesthouse. Not quite the monstrosity of the main house kitchen, but it still dwarfs our condo’s kitchen or even mine back at my house in Ohio.

While we’re standing around, the boys are talking about TJ, now everyone realizing that it’s Tommy Jacob’s house that we’re at. Lizzy seems less interested though, her eyes fixed on me.

“Ok, Lizzy. You’re starting to creep me out,” I say, putting my plate of dumplings down on the counter. “Why are you staring at me?”

There’s a soft but still mischievous smile on her face as she eyes me up and down.

“You’ve been all smiles since lunch yesterday. I rarely get to see you this relaxed. You’re practically glowing. It’s a good look for you,” she says skeptically.

I blush a little, not quite sure how to handle the compliment. Yes, Lizzy. Three orgasms in the last day and a half will do that to you.

Nope. Not saying that.

“If you say so, I guess.” That seems like a more appropriate answer.

“Seriously, V. It’s good seeing you like this. Tanner even changed your sacred itinerary yesterday from a lazy night at the condo to a fun dinner here with a hot tub. You didn’t even bat an eye at the change,” she says.

I think about it for a second. She’s right. It does feel good to just go with what the day brings, especially when Tanner is leading the way. I should do this more often.

“Yeah, I guess this place really brings out the best in me. Just feels so good to be here,” I say, shrugging my shoulders trying not to give away any hints of my exploits with Tanner over the last two days. Oh Lizzy, if you only knew girl.

My gaze shifts over to Collin and Tanner. Tanner is looking away from me, but he must have heard Lizzy. I see the signs of a smile forming on the one side of his face I can see, one of his dimples now clearly noticeable through his beard.

Those dimples. My heart flutters.

I still don’t know exactly what we’re doing together. Yes, we’re having fun. Yes, he has feelings for me. I know we aren’t labeling it yet.

Normally, this kind of uncertainty in my life would make me spiral and panic. But I’m eerily calm and at peace, for now at least. I don’t know what’s next, but I know I don’t want this feeling to stop.