Torn [SHAWN MENDES]

~63~

"I never do this sort of thing," Taryn said as she unlocked the front door to her house.

Elijah sweetly kissed her cheek instead of responding, and she wondered if that meant he hooked up frequently. He was young, hot, and talented, so that wouldn't be surprising. She'd observed several gorgeous women flirting with him between his sets, and the fact that he'd only had eyes for her was probably why they were now at her place. It felt good to be desired.

"Get ready for my dog to be really excited to see us," she warned him.

"No prob. I love dogs. If I didn't travel around Ontario for gigs, I'd have one of my own."

Hendrix came charging into the foyer and stopped short when he saw that Taryn had brought home someone new. He looked the stranger up and down before approaching him happily. Elijah kneeled down to pet him, and they were immediate friends, though Hen tended to be that way with everyone he encountered.

"You're a good boy, aren't you! Not much of a guard dog, I bet, but such a sweetheart," the singer said in a cute animated voice.

"Hendrix is my companion. I worry about the fact that he's getting older. I can't imagine life without him."

"He seems super youthful to me."

She let the dog out to pee and then felt weirdly self conscious having someone in her home. Wrapping her arms tightly around herself, she leaned against the counter.

"Hey...we don't have to do anything," Elijah said softly, reading her face and body language correctly. "I'm cool with just having a beer and talking."

The thing was, she wanted to do something. The entire time she'd watched him perform, her libido had slowly become more and more heightened. He'd offered to walk her to her car after he was done, and when he told her that she was beautiful, she'd been the one to initiate their first kiss. They'd then moved to the backseat of his car where they'd made out in a dark corner of the parking lot for over an hour before she'd suggested they go back to her place.

Taryn hadn't done the one-night-stand routine in probably twelve years. She'd been with Shawn for a long time, and after him she was alone for quite awhile. Then Jules came along and they didn't have sex right away because she wasn't ready. So while she physically wanted to be with Elijah on a very primal level, she wasn't prepared for how strange it felt to open herself up to someone she didn't know.

"I'm sorry if I'm giving off a weird vibe. I wouldn't have asked you to come home with me if I didn't want to," she told him.

"There's nothing wrong with your vibe; I just want you to be comfortable. Do you have a place to sit outside? It's warm and there's a full moon, and I bet Hendrix would love it, too."

Taryn smiled up at his handsome face. "I'll get us each a beer."

On the patio, they sat side by side on the loveseat, and Elijah threw the ball for Hen who didn't mind playing fetch in the middle of the night since the moon was bright enough to illuminate the small yard.

"Can I ask you a weird question?" Taryn said after a bit.

"Shoot."

"Do you know who I used to be married to?"

Elijah took a long drink from the glass bottle. "Yeah. My first night at Ford's, one of the waitresses told me. She said he used to pop in and do a short set and that I reminded her of him."

"You do have a similar look."

She wasn't sure if this was a turn-on or a turn-off. She found him immensely sexy, but it wasn't solely because he was like Shawn. Elijah had an appeal that was distinctly his own.

"I've only heard that a thousand times," he chuckled. "Maybe I should shave my head."

"Shawn did that for awhile. It was buzzed when I first met him. If you did it, someone would probably make a comment about how he'd done it."

"Then I should just embrace it and change my name to something that sounds like his or maybe alter the spelling slightly. I could be Mawn Shendes."

This was enough Shawn talk for Taryn. First her date brought him up, and now she'd turned the conversation in that direction. Amber would say that being able to talk about him casually was growth, but she needed him out of her brain before going to bed with this man. She changed the subject and asked something she'd wondered since she first saw him. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-eight. Is that a problem?"

"You know I'm a lot older, right?"

He took her hand in his. "I know. I find mature women very very hot. I don't have some weird mommy fetish or anything creepy like that, but I think there's something alluring about a woman in her thirties. Isn't that supposed to be the female sexual peak?"

"If it is, my peak is being wasted," she said wryly. She had the toy that her mom had insisted she buy, but that wasn't quite the same as being with a real person.

"We need to change that tonight. I'm going to take you to the precipice of that mountain and make you glad you took the hike."

Taryn felt a warm tingling rush to her nether regions and let out a deep sigh at the thought of a night of great sex. Elijah took the lead and leaned over to kiss her. It wasn't long before she was straddling his lap, grinding against his very large erection. Not only was he beautiful to look at, he was clearly packing a lot in his pants. Shawn and Jules both had incredible sexual skills, though neither was enormous. Maybe this would be a nice change.

"Should we go inside?" Elijah asked, removing his mouth from her breast.

"Yes."

After giving Hen a large dog bone to munch on, they went upstairs and closed the door to the bedroom.

"This room is really pretty," he said as he looked around.

"I gave it a make-over recently. It was really cathartic."

He began taking off her remaining clothes, placing kisses over her bare skin as it was revealed. Once she was down to her panties, which thankfully weren't of the granny variety, Taryn helped him get undressed. She gasped when she saw how big he really was.

"I promise to be gentle," he whispered, since this wasn't the first time he'd gotten that reaction.

They moved to the bed and continued the foreplay they'd started on the patio. He got up and retrieved a condom from his jeans pocket, which answered her earlier internal question about whether he hooked up a lot. Any performer who didn't fuck around probably wouldn't carry a condom to a music gig.

Thankfully she was fully aroused and wet, because otherwise it would have been uncomfortable when he first entered her. It took some time for him to get fully inside her tight walls, but eventually her body adjusted to his girth.

Taryn closed her eyes and allowed herself to get lost in the pleasure Elijah shared with her. He was true to his word and he took her to the crest three times before he allowed himself his own release.

Hours later, she awoke with a start after having a nightmare. Shaking, she looked over at the sleeping form next to her and was grateful that he hadn't been disturbed by her. She climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom with a definite soreness between her legs. After drinking some water, she sat on the toilet and went over the dream in her head.

It had been about Shawn. They were in bed, making love during those stolen days after Christmas, only each time he touched her with his left hand, his wedding band painfully burned her and left a blister. When they'd had their affair, she'd noticed the ring but had forced herself not to fully acknowledge the meaning of it, just like she'd done when she saw the six tiny hearts tattooed on his chest. Sometimes the walls she put up came in handy, though she knew from therapy that it wasn't healthy.

It wasn't hard to figure out the meaning of the dream. The ring was a symbol of his marriage to Yasmin, and it burned her because she been the other woman and had hurt his wife. It was a penance of sorts. The confusing thing was why she'd have this dream now. Was it because she'd been thinking about him? Did fucking someone new make her feel guilty all over again? She cried into her hands as she wondered whether she'd ever be able to shake him from her thoughts or if she even truly wanted to.