Green Eyed Daydream #Wattys2016

Chapter 70

Tyler's POV

Carrie's plane is landing soon, but this time I am not standing waiting pathetically at the airport to pick her up. After some time to think it all over, I hate to admit it, but Shelly was right. I have been way too fucking accommodating, and available, and maybe even pushy with this 'moving in' shit. I'm probably coming across like some needy chic, and Carrie feels suffocated. So, I've decided to cool my engines a little bit, and see if she even notices. Not that I'm going to be a prick or anything.

I'm sitting on my couch at home, my fingers itching to text her, but I flick on the TV instead. I watch a couple of episodes of Peaky Blinders, my new favorite show, and try to relax. An hour goes by, and I know that at this point Carrie should be at home. Still no word from her.

Tiffany texts me an image of her ultrasound, and I spend the next half hour texting back and forth with my sister. She already sounds like such a mom...in the best way possible. The idea of having a nephew or a niece is strangely exciting to me. I was never one to gush over babies, and never really considered having my own kids, but knowing that Tiffany is expanding our family only makes my heart feel fuller.

When I glance at the clock, it's after eleven. I wish Tiffany goodnight, but I can't even think about sleep without hearing from Carrie. Reminding myself of my plan to give her more space I force myself to shift focus. I pack a gym bag and decide to get the necessary distraction at the gym.

I grab the keys to my car, and as I open the door, I am startled to see Carrie standing in front of me, her hand suspended in mid-air, about to knock.

"Tyler!"

I see the smile I've missed for days, and my heartbeat springs into overdrive. I instantly pick her up and swing her around. So much for cooling my engines, but I don't give a flying fuck. The only thing that matters is holding her close.

I breathe in the familiar perfume, and bury my hands in her hair.

"God damn, I've missed you," I tell her, and squeeze her even closer.

She looks up at me, beaming. "I've missed you too. That's why I'm here. I couldn't just go home..."

"I thought about picking you up, but thought you might like to go home and relax...take a shower, and all that," I tell her, still holding her tight in my embrace.

"Well, I could use a shower, actually," she says, and wiggles her eyebrows.

Yeah, there's no way I can go nice and easy now. The mere image of Carrie in my shower has my cock at attention.

"I can help lather you up," I suggest, and she giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I lift her up in my arms, and carry her inside, kicking the front door shut behind us. When I sit her on the bathroom counter, she doesn't waste any time. She kisses me hungrily, and starts tugging at my shirt, lifting it over my head. I match her eagerness, and quickly shed my clothes, watching her eyes travel to my bouncing dick. I kiss her, trying to keep it under control, slipping my hands under behind her back and unhooking her bra. Finally my palms get a hold of her warm tits, and she moans her pleasure.

"I want you to fuck me in the shower," she breathes into my ear, and I nearly come from her words.

I wrap her legs around my waist, and carry her to the shower, my hands full of her ass.

Once we're under the warm water, skin to skin, tongues lapping at each other, I slide my finger up and down her slit...she's already slippery wet for me, and I can't wait to bury myself inside of her.

"Tyler," she whispers, breaking our kiss. "I...I...love you," she tells me, holding my face with her small hands.

"I love you too," I answer, and try to make sense of the suddenly serious look on her face.

"More than anything," she adds, and crashes her lips against mine.

It feels as though she wants to wipe away any doubt I may have had about her feelings towards me. Her passion, and her words are tugging at my heartstrings, and I feel the rush all over again. This is the girl I remember falling for. This is my Carrie.

We make love in the shower, but she doesn't let me come...teasing me, as she walks out of the stall, she beckons me with her finger to join her in the bedroom.

Her perfect ass is still glistening with drops of water, as I watch her get on all fours on my bed.

When she looks over her shoulder, and smiles, I basically pounce on her. Gripping her by the hips, I plunge inside of her, eliciting a cry of raw pleasure. There is no way I can let up now, so I ride her hard, until she begs me to make her come.

Only after I feel the shocks of her orgasm reverberate through my cock do I let myself spill inside of her.

As we curl up, and restore our hearts to regular rhythms, I can't help but smile.

"That was...that was..." she can't even find the words, and my smile only grows wider.

"I aim to please," I tell her.

Carrie props her head up on her bent elbow, and stares into my eyes. Her expression seems serious again, and it looks like she wants to say something...but then she looks down, and chews on her lip, remaining silent.

"What is it?" I ask, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

She meets my questioning gaze, and her expression goes from serious, to almost...panicked?

"What's wrong?" I ask again, hoping she'll open up about whatever it is that's bothering her. As far as I'm concerned, nothing can ruin this perfect moment, so I'm sort of at a loss as to what could be going through her head.

She plops her head back down on the pillow, and covers her eyes with her hands.

What the hell?

"Did something happen in Chicago?" I ask.

Carrie turns her body away from me, burying her face in the pillow, and I think I hear her start to cry.

I place my hand on her bare shoulder, and try to soothe her.

"Babe, talk to me," I urge softly. For a second I'm a little freaked out thinking that maybe I was too rough with her. Her skin does look pink and raw in some places... I cast a guilty look at a fresh hickey on her neck.

"Did I hurt you?" I ask nervously.

She keeps crying into the pillow, but then I think I hear her say something.

"What? Carrie, come on, I can't hear you when you're talking into the pillow."

She turns to look at me then, her eyes are red, with fresh tears brimming.

"I...I messed up, Tyler...I really messed things up," she says, hiccupping in between words.

I sit up, and bring her in for a hug. She leans her forehead on my shoulder, her little sobs coming in short spurts.

"Babe, whatever it is, it's gonna be okay," I promise, without knowing what the hell I'm talking about. "Did you fuck up the meeting, or something? Even if you don't land this client, you'll have other opportunities to prove yourself at work. Don't worry about your boss getting upset. I mean, even if he chews you out, I'm sure that your team will back you up, and--"

"Tyler, stop..." she interrupts me, and holds my gaze.