Going Full Throttle

Chapter 35

You are Pia fricken Callahan.

You are Pia fricken Callahan.

I grabbed my vanilla body wash and scrubbed my body for the third time. The water had long gone cold but I just didn't feel clean yet. My nerves swarmed around me like annoying little mosquitos; buzzing and swooping around my ears but never landing.

I let the water run over my face and tried to relax. It wasn't like we hadn't hooked up before. Just thinking about those past times made me relax a little as the heat burned in my stomach. This time though, I knew it would be different.

The last few hours of the party had been insufferable. The little touches, the whispered promises. It felt like everything Tyler did lit my skin on fire. It was all I could do to contain myself until the final guests left and Finn was ready to start his slumber party with Twyla.

I would have dragged Tyler right over to the cabin but he got a work call and had to step away. At first, it had seemed like a good idea to have time alone to get prepared. Now though, the time away from him allowed my nerves to creep in.

It wasn't that I didn't want to spend time alone with Tyler. The thought of us having the night to ourselves, free of the pressure to remain aloof, made me giddy. We could relax and just be together. The problem was, I hadn't been with anyone, in that way, since I was eighteen.

Sex with Ryan had been great. We were young and in love and ready to explore. We learned together what worked and what didn't, but there was no pressure because we were both virgins before each other. Tyler was no virgin. He was definitely not a bumbling teenager. How would I stack up next to all of his experience? What if I couldn't keep up?

When the water went from mildly cool to downright chilly I turned it off. I took my time blow drying my hair and tried to reason with myself. It's not like Tyler and I hadn't done a lot. I mean, we'd basically become extensive experts on foreplay.

I let my mind wander over those scenes as I walked to my room. Tyler staring up at me with dark eyes as I rode his fingers on the roof. Tyler's hand gripping my hair gently as I took his impressive length into my mouth. The euphoria of Tyler's tongue bringing me to orgasm as the rain beat down on my face.

My neck was warm as I dug through my drawers for clothes. My daydreams had succeeded in reigniting the butterflies in my stomach even if some nerves were still there. I skipped the panties and bra and slipped a large white teeshirt over my head. I didn't have oodles of fancy lingerie like Grace did, but the thin material brushing against my nipples made me feel sexy and more confident. If there is one thing I didn't need to doubt, it was Tyler's attraction to me.

I went to my bed and flopped down on my stomach. Picking up my phone with one hand, I adjusted my shirt with the other. My bum was toward the door and I didn't want to flash Tyler the second he walked in.

Opening Instagram wasn't as terrifying as it had been before Tyler's video. His plea to his fans had been heard pretty clearly and a lot of them had laid off me in the comments. There were still those who were #TeamIsla but there seemed to be just as many ready to defend me.

I heard Tyler stomping through the cabin and tensed seconds before he walked in. I was suddenly nervous to move too much and regretted my no underwear choice. If I twisted he would for sure notice. I stayed on my stomach and tried to appear relaxed as I stared at my phone even though I was no longer reading anything.

Tyler groaned when he came into the bedroom and goosebumps rose on my skin. I could feel his eyes raking over me as his footsteps slowly stalked to the bed. A rush of air shot from my chest when he jumped on top of me, catching only some of his weight with his arms.