Healing Inc. (18 page)

Evy responded with a low throaty laugh prompting an astonished Tyler to gently swat her backside.  “Ow!  She exaggerated laughing harder.

“What am I going to do with you?”

“Love me is all you can do,” she responded with a smile.

Wow
! Tyler thought.  His two favorite women had said those very same words to him in the same night.  “I do love you, more and more each second.”  He gave her a gentle squeeze.

She turned over to face him.  “Okay then.  Show me how much you love me.”  The amusement left her eyes, replaced with a plea from her physical longing.  Although Tyler was more than ready to end six years of celibacy he didn’t want to rush her, especially after tonight’s revelations.

“Are you sure you’re ready for that?”  He held his breath, hoping she would give him the answer he wanted.

“More than sure,” she replied, not disappointing him.   She started applying faint kisses to his lips, reassuring him of her decision. 

He moved her to her back as he lifted onto his elbow to hover over her.  He leaned down and kissed her softly starting at her lips then her cheeks, forehead, nose.  He pulled back to look at her bringing his free hand up to tenderly stroke her cheek.  “You’re so beautiful, Evy.”  He moved closer to her, covering her mouth with his, sucking on her lips one at a time.  He drove his tongue deep between them as his need to taste her heightened. 

Evy felt that now familiar wave of warmth wash over her, causing the delicate spot between her legs to tingle.  She felt his naked erection rubbing against her thigh, rekindling the earlier image of it as he sat in the tub.  It made her kiss him back harder, pulling him into her by the back of his head. 

Feeling her increase in intensity aroused him further making him harder. His hand moved down her body, stopping momentarily to play with her breast before continuing downward to her wetness.  Touching her there produced a moan from her.  He knew that she was ready.  With speed he parted her legs further and took up his place between them. 

He pressed his hard head to her opening and stopped.  The look on her face bordered on comical.  He stared at her as she lay beneath him, eyes tightly shut, every muscle of her body shaking with tension.  He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.   Just moments before she had appeared to be into it, into them and what they were about to do.  Now she was suddenly as nervous as a virgin anticipating the pain of having her hymen shattered.

“Evy,” he called quietly, “are you okay?”

One eye popped open to acknowledge him.  Then she began to relax as the realization of what she was doing sank in.  “I’m sorry; I didn’t do it on purpose.”  Once again she was embarrassed for ruining the moment.

“Hey, don’t feel bad.  I shouldn’t have rushed it.  Just remember that it’s me making love to you, no one else.  I want you to enjoy this.”  He rested his forehead on hers, continuing to stare into her eyes.

Evy wasn’t a virgin in the sense of the word but this was foreign to her.  There had been countless occasions where David had entered her before she was ready, not to mention her last sexual encounter had been Raheem’s assault on her fourteen years ago.  She had never enjoyed sex, just tolerated it, viewing it as something men had to do.  She knew other woman enjoyed it but she had never learned how to.  Now this man cared, actually stated that it was important for her to enjoy it as well. 

She continued to gaze into his eyes, noticing that the original lust that always seemed to be there had been replaced by something else.  She was looking at love, all that he had for her unhidden, visible right there in those intense blue eyes of his.  That familiar heat once again started to claim her body.  Slowly her hands began to roam, exploring him for the first time in their relationship.  She stroked his silky hair, the strong muscles of his back and sides.  Her feet moved up and down his hairy legs, feeling their strength and firmness.  She felt his chest hairs tickling and stimulating her already taut nipples whenever he breathed.  

Tyler remained unmoving between her thighs with his forearms planted securely on either side of her head.  He was enjoying the pleasure of her having her way with him. 

Their eyes remained locked on each other’s permitting her to see his response to certain areas that she touched.  She felt the head of his manhood jerk at her entry when her hands floated over his buttocks.  She began to squeeze and knead the hard mounds while her mouth began a journey of its own.  She kissed his tender lips, sucking and nibbling lightly on the bottom one. Tyler fought the urge to move, the need to pump further into her.  She moved down his chin to his neck where she started licking and sucking his delicate skin.  An audible groan escaped him as he tried harder and harder to control his hips. 

Just when he thought he would die from trying, Evy used her legs to guide him into her.  Her head jerked back into the pillow as a low whimper escaped her.  Tyler began to pump slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.  She moved her hips, raising them to meet him in response to his thrust.  They kissed deeply, each taking turns making love to the other one’s mouth. 

Evy kept one hand on his head while the other held onto his back for the ride.  She felt her passion building with each stroke making her tingle, the feeling radiating throughout her vaginal walls.  Their vocal displays of pleasure added to the sensation, moving it ever closer to that one thrust that would send her over the top.  Within minutes she exploded, her climax bringing tears to her eyes as she convulsed around him. 

Tyler pumped deeper; responding to her pleasure and prolonging her ecstasy.  He needed this to be the most awesome sexual encounter she had ever had.  He continued to elevate her higher, holding back his own euphoric eruption as orgasm after orgasm seized her.  Each new wave pushed her further from her well warranted fear of the act and toward the acceptance of how blissful true love was going to be.  Soon he tensed up and came, calling her name out as he did.  He collapsed on top of her, remaining inside of her to further savor the feeling.

“I love you Tyler Moriatti,” she whispered in his ear.

“I love you Evelyn Stone,” he whispered back before rolling off of her. 

They lay entwined facing each other, communicating their love through soft touches and kisses.   The remnants of their love making granted Evy one of the greatest nights of sleep she had enjoyed in a long time.

The second Friday of November in Venice, Italy brought no better weather than the first, cold and rainy.  Tyler sat in the office of his suite going over invoices and itineraries for upcoming maintenance on the hotel.  He had been busy all week showing Evy the land of his origin. He was glad she didn’t mind the cool weather because it kept the tourists to a minimum, giving them more room to move about the enchanted cities and small towns.

They spent mornings, when she could either get him up early enough or she was willing to wait for him, working out together.  He was impressed with her martial arts skills as well as his own ability to pick up on the few moves she taught him.  He hoped he would never provoke her to use them on him because he wasn’t so sure he would come out the winner.  Their nights were filled with good food and lovemaking.  Although they made love often he made it a point to try to be gentle with her, releasing any aggressive energy he had on his punching bag in the gym. 

Since unleashing his pent up urges he found it harder to keep his hands off her, night or day.  She had asked him one day, “I know why I waited so long but I can’t understand why you did?
”
  He had told her about his last encounter where Cecile walked in on him.  She was only twelve at the time but the look on her face made him wish he could disappear through a hole in the floor. 

When he tried to explain the nature of sex to her and the needs of any red blooded male she had accused him of being immoral and taking advantage of those women knowing the sexual encounter would not evolve into a meaningful relationship of any kind.  She had then asked him if that’s the way he wanted men to treat her.  Her little lecture haunted him, even when he tried to fulfill his needs far away from his little angel’s presence, rendering him useless in bed. With that, he had decided to set an example for her; at least until he could get her off to college. 

They would soon be heading for England.  This was his supposed other land of origin as his mother’s side of the family often reminded him.  He wasn’t quite sure which bothered them more; the fact that he wasn’t full blooded Italian or that he was a bastard.  He had never met his father and often wondered if he was the true reason for the rift between him and his maternal family. 
They’ll get over it…someday
.  He and Evy planned on picking up Cecile now and then to join them at his hotel there.  Evy was dying to meet her.

His thoughts went back to Evy as they always did.  Being in love made it difficult to complete boring tasks such as the one before him now but he wouldn’t trade this feeling for the world.  She was currently down in the kitchen learning how to cook some of his favorite breakfast foods.  The head chef was very arrogant and usually wouldn’t allow anyone in his kitchen, not excluding his boss, Tyler.  Somehow Evy had managed to soften him. 
It would appear she has a gift for that
.  He felt the need to keep his eye on the handsome, single chef and was paying the sous chef to do just that. 

It didn’t escape Tyler when the bold employee persuaded Evy to start taking her meals in the dining room where he would come out to their table at the end of each meal and ogle over her.  Tyler was very familiar with the look the chef gave her as he had given it to her a thousand times himself. 

The chef wasn’t the only one enchanted by Evy.  The rest of the winter staff had taken to her as well.  She had introduced them to some of her favorite music and now they all played it, listening and dancing to it while they went about their responsibilities. 

Her two favorite staff members were Antonia and Adelina, the two girls who had come to their room soon after her arrival.  On more than one occasion he had walked by an open room to find her teaching the young maidens dance moves.  He had observed in silence, acknowledging the way she made the slightest of movements look so sexy.  On those occasions he had to exercise extreme discipline to keep from kicking the girls out and taking her right where she was. 

His staff was happy for once and had actually become more efficient in her presence.  He could only wonder what affect she would have had if the hotel had been fully staffed. 

What Tyler didn’t realize was that Evy had changed him as well.  The staff couldn’t get over the difference in him.  They had always dreaded his annual visits, knowing he would show up barking orders at everyone, barely looking anyone in the eye.  This year he had been worse than ever the first week.  Within hours of Evy’s arrival he had morphed into a completely new person, speaking kindly and even calling his employees by their given names.  They were going to do everything within their power to make sure this lady stayed around. 

The ringing of the phone next to him for the umpteenth time that morning encroached on his thoughts.  It was barely eight but he had already been inundated with calls.

Abby was the first to call, waking him up and trying her damndest to talk him into encouraging their daughter to spend Christmas with her.   He found it odd that she was up making phone calls so late at night but then again she was odd.  She had grated on his nerves so badly that for once he was glad Evy had left the room early so as not to witness his growing dislike toward his ex-wife.  He wasn’t ready to share his new relationship with Abby knowing she would find some new way to make his life miserable over it.  Even though they had been divorced for over fifteen years she maintained an air of jealousy about everything he did.

“Moriatti,” he answered gruffly on the third ring.

“Tyler, this is your Uncle Nathan.  We need to talk.”