The Runaway Bride

Chapter 34 -- Putting back the pieces

Two years later ..

I woke from a light sleep and jumped when I realized there was someone in bed with me, a hard chest pressed up against my back. Weak blue early morning light filtered through the open window of the bedroom and I smiled when I remember to whom the sleepy voice might come from

 

 "Relax, it's just me,"Tyler said, his voice muffled by my hair as he kissed the back of my neck. His hand was lightly stroking my belly and the hardness pressing against the back of my thigh made it apparent that he was ready for round two. "God, I thought you'd never wake up."

 "You're insane. What is it, like four in the morning?"

 "Something like that," He said, his hand drifting lower to tease the curls at the apex of my thighs. "You know what they say, though. The early bird gets the worm."

 "Hold on. In this scenario, which one of us is the bird and which one is the worm?"

 He moved his hips against me, pressing his now fully erect junior along my ass crack, drawing a sharp intake of breath from me. "I would think it was pretty obvious who the worm is here," he said with a chuckle. "Though now that I think about it maybe that's not the most flattering analogy."

I can’t help but groaned in protest when he dragged his hand up my belly to lazily circle one breast.







 I parted my legs and tried to roll around to face Tyler, but he tightened his arm around me and held my tiny frame still. He propped his head on one hand and looked down at me, meeting my glare with a grin.

 "It's my turn, now. Do you remember what I promised?"

 "No," I said, the hint of a smile touching my lips telling him I was lying.

 He bent his head and nipped gently at my jaw before taking my earlobe in his mouth and sucking on it. "Are you sure? I think you probably do," he said quietly, his breath tickling my neck and sending shivers down my spine.

 

 "Maybe."

 "What was it?" His hand was back to circling my breast and I felt goosebumps pop up all over my body.

 "Something about you giving in?"

 The deep rumble of his laugh sent more vibrations through me and his thumb swept gently over the tip of my mound, barely grazing it before moving across to my other breast and taking up the same frustrating path just outside of where I wanted it to be.

 

I couldn't hold back a whimper and put one hand on his arm trying to guide his hand back to my aching peak, but he held strong.

 "You left out the most important part," he said as he squeezed the flesh of my breast gently. "Come on, I want to hear you say it."