Page 25 of Husband to Go

I head outside and call a taxi. Once I’m back at my apartment, I head straight to my bedroom and hole up in it. But even lying on my bed isn’t helping because I’ve got his musk all over me, and I’m wearing the floral dress he complimented. Everything is a gosh darn reminder ofhim. Tanner freaking Logan!

I need to get out of these clothes. I need to take a shower, a very,long, coldshower to be precise. I strip, throwing everything onto the floor. I’ll take care of them later when my head is on much straighter. I stumble into my bathroom, drunk off this anger and resentment towards myself, of all people. Turning the knob as hot as I can take it, I decide I deserve a bit of punishment. After all that just happened, I’m not even sure who I am anymore.

I mean, what is my life? Just a couple of weeks ago, I was excited about applying for a job at the library, and now, I’m sleeping with my soon-to-be stepdad. Not to mention, I’ve done it again and again and again and again.

What happened to the Kylie the future librarian, spending her days surrounded by stacks and stacks of books? What happened to the girl who was happy with zero drama, who had a simple, straightforward life?

What’s happened is I’ve become someone I don’t even recognize. I’m sure this isn’t what my friends meant when they wanted me to become less boring. They probably just wanted me to get out a bit, instead of staying locked away in my apartment reading books for fun.

Why did this happen? How did Tanner cause this change? The crazy part is that I’m starting to actually like him, and that’s the most frustrating portion of this whole thing.

Heisa bit of a jerk and does all these things that exasperate me, and he pushes every single one of my buttons. But then there are those other moments. Moments when he makes me feel beautiful and desirable and he makes me smile and laugh.

Moments that could maybe make this whole thing worthwhile.

Why?!?!I’ve never had a man make me feel this good, and now, that man just had to be my mom’s fiancé, of all the men in the world.

I soap up my loofah and start to scrub my body. On every inch of my skin, I can feel his hands. I scrub harder and harder, needing to forget.

But I can’t.

I throw my loofah to the ground. This isn’t working. Nothing about any of this is working. I lean against the shower wall, my mind immediately wandering to thoughts of Tanner.

My body feels flushed as I think about him being in this shower with me. I still haven’t seen him fully naked, but I’ve felt his muscles underneath those beautifully tailored suits he wears.

I massage my breast, rolling my nipple between my fingers. We didn’t have sex last time, not really. And now, I’ve come to love to feel of his cock in my bottom. I never thought I’d be so into anal but having the ridges of his dick slide in and out of me…

Jesus Christ!

My hand travels down my body, but instead of going straight for my clit, I wrap my arm around to my back and tentatively push it between the crease in my ass. My breathing picks up as I slip my middle finger into my anus, twirling it around.

I imagine that it’s Tanner’s finger, sending a perverse thrill up my spine. I add more fingers, pumping in and out more vigorously. My legs are barely holding me up.

I use my other hand to press against my clit, rubbing tight, aggressive circles.

“Oh, fuck!”

I want to get Tanner’s face out of my head, but he’s exactly whom I’m thinking about when orgasm finally tears through me. His piercing blue eyes rock my world, with those perfect lips are doing things that I can’t even imagine. I scream in the shower, letting loose violently as my pussy and ass spasm over and over again. Those blue eyes sparkle in my mind, and the corner of his lip quirks as he praises me on how responsive I am. I moan again, my chin dropping as electric tingles judder through my sweetest spots.

I finally come down from my high, and boy, is it a far fall.

Sliding on to the shower floor, my head drops into my hands. I’m beyond royally screwed. Even with the hot water running down my face, I feel tears begin to fall in hot trails. I cry until I have no more tears left.

The rest of the shower goes by quickly. Shutting down my brain, even for a short amount of time, is easier than actually thinking. But once my back hits my mattress, my mind is back to racing.

Clearly, I’m going to have to be the one to fix things. Tanner doesn’t seem to have any interest in finding an actual solution. Maybe it would be easier to be more like him. To go for what I want with zero qualms.

But what does Tanner Logan want?

On the surface, it sounds like he wants sex and power, but there are easier ways to get both. Especially sex. I’m sure he could get any woman he wanted, but he had to go afterme. His fiancée’s daughter.

There has to be something else going on. Something deep, dark and incredibly secret, that no one knows. Maybe even Tanner doesn’t realize his own true nature.

“You know what?” I say to no one but myself. “I’m going to have to do something about this.”

I get out of bed to check my calendar. My heart falls. My mom’s bachelorette party is this coming weekend, except that she’s decided to combine it with Tanner’s bachelor party, all in the name of “parity” and “gender equality.” I already don’t want to go.

But it’s the next time Tanner and I are in the same room together, and I’ve got to take things into my own hands. Sure, there will be other people there, but that’s how it seems to always go with us. I’m going to confront him and get the answers I desperately need.