squeezing my nipples and he lined his cock up with my pussy. His hands landed on my hips and he pressed his cock inside. He began to thrust, back and forth, dragging his big cock over my sweet spot until I was mad with lust.
He let go of my hips, and put his hands on the bed near my head, bracing himself above me. He drilled into me, fast and hard. The feeling was unspeakably good.
“Tyler,” I moaned. I was close to coming and his hand hadn’t even touched my clit for this round. “I’m so close.”
He bent his head down by my ear. “If you can come from my cock alone, with no help from my hand, then you are free to let go whenever you’re ready.”
I screamed with a feral intensity as my body reached a new level of pleasure. I gritted my teeth together as his cock rammed into my body.
I couldn’t hold myself up any more, not even on my knees, and I crashed to the bed, flat on my stomach as my legs gave out. Tyler followed me down, still drilling into my pussy with his massive hard cock.
“Tyler!” I screamed once more and then I did let go. I came, just from my hands on my nipples and his cock in my pussy.
My hands relaxed and I let go of my nipples as my climax reached its zenith. Everything was a hazy blur for several minutes as my focus narrowed to the feel of Tyler pounding my pussy.
Then his lips were on my cheek, and he was kissing my face all over as he found his own release.
Weeks went by. Tyler and I fucked as often as we could, and it only got better each time. September turned into October, and I began to settle into a routine in Pine Hills.
I met Tyler’s mother, Mrs. Whittaker, and she was just as much fun as his sister was. I started helping Abigail with the preparations for the Fall Festival that would take place right after Thanksgiving, and I started writing up book reviews for the library.
I still hadn’t decided when I wanted to call the FBI, and Tyler had advised me to sit tight. He had eyes and ears on the ground in Chicago. There were no signs that anyone knew where I was. He still wouldn’t leave me alone, but I’d adjusted to that too.
He insisted that I didn’t have to clean his house, but I wanted to. I was able to get everything done in the hours he was off, and while I hung out at the sheriff’s office, I had plenty of books to read and reviews to write.
All in all, I loved my life in Pine Hills, and I wasn’t ready for it to end.
Chapter Eighteen
Tyler
“Ava,” I said.
“Yes?” she asked, looking up from her book. She’d gotten really into reviewing books for the library, and now at least twelve residents had told me they only trusted her reviews, and not the ones they saw online.
It was really nice to see her settling into life in Pine Hills.
At first, after I’d refused to let her stay alone, Ava had been pissed about being stuck at the office. During that first week when I wouldn’t leave her, I’d offered for Barrett to take her home and hang out there, but she’d refused, over and over.
She’d been restless at first, and then she’d settled into one of the empty offices, and opened her laptop. After that, she’d been busy typing away.
As the weeks went by, I began to enjoy the forced togetherness. This situation had only made me more aware of my feelings for her. I was going to ask her out. Was it a smart idea? Probably not. But I was going to do it anyway.
I wasn’t sure I could classify my feelings for her into a neat box. I definitely cared about her. My sister would ask if I was in love with her. But I wasn’t sure if it went that deep, not yet. I’d never been in love before, so I had nothing to compare it to. But I wanted to be with her all the time.
I’d been reluctant to date, and even after all this time, Ava didn’t spend the night in my bed. So I’d never mentioned my nightmares to her before. And the good news was that they’d become even more infrequent lately. I was down to about one nightmare per week now, which was a huge