Page 39 of No Going Back

Tyler eased her back into the couch cushion. His body covered hers as he continued to assault her mouth in the best possible way. Mira moved her hands around his back, loving the feel of his strong muscles. Her sex was throbbing, her panties already soaked. Oh God, she wanted him, needed him.

Tyler moved one hand down her body, stopping at her breast. He squeezed through her top and she immediately arched into him, wanting more. Her nipple was erect, pushing into her bra and thin top. He rubbed it between his finger and thumb, and she squirmed under him.

His hand moved lower, unbuttoning her jeans and lowering the zipper. At the same time, he continued to kiss her, his lips never leaving hers. His hand slipped inside her jeans and under the waistband of her panties. When his fingers touched her hot wet folds, he growled low in his throat. She writhed under him, little mewing sounds escaping her. He rubbed slowly back and forth over her folds. God, she wanted them inside her now.

Then her brain kicked into gear.

No. This wasn’t right. She couldn’t do this. He was already in her heart. As good as this was, it was going to hurt even more when he walked away again. And there was a good chance he was going to do that.

Mira broke the kiss. “Tyler, stop.”

He did immediately, looking at her. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t do this. It’s a bad idea. Just friends, remember?” She pushed at him gently, trying to sit up. Tyler sat back so she could move.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Mira. I didn’t mean to. Hell, it just felt so right. You drive me crazy. I’m sorry... I...”

Mira shook her head. “Don’t. It’s fine, but you should probably go now.” She stood and zipped up her jeans, straightening her clothing.

Tyler got up. “Are you OK?”

Mira nodded. “I am, really. We both got carried away. Go home and get some rest. You need to be good for your team.”

Tyler walked to the door, opening it. “I wish things were different. I wish I was different. I wish I could be the man you deserve instead of the one that hurt you.”

“You are a good man, Tyler. You just need to let me in. You said you care about me, so talk to me. Let me help you.”

Tyler shook his head. “I can’t. I’m sorry, Mira.”

He left, closing the door behind him.

Mira leaned against it, squeezing her eyes shut, determined not to cry. She loved him. Yeah, it was quick, their history wasn’t particularly conventional, and he wasn’t emotionally available, but the heart wants what the heart wants. What the hell was she supposed to do about that when he was adamant, he couldn’t give her what she wanted?

***

“ALRIGHT BOYS, LET’S see what you got.” Dex stood arms folded behind his team as they prepared for target practice.

Tyler took position in his firing lane. Ryan next to him, Donnie in the third lane. Their targets were set at fifty feet.

"On three.”

The three men set their stance ready to fire. Steve and Mackie stood with Dex, waiting their turn.

“One, two, three.”

Tyler raised his weapon and fired; confident he’d delivered three shots to the head. Putting down their guns, they raised their hands, indicating they were clear. Dex hit the switch and the targets moved forward. Donnie’s three shots were on top of one another, center forehead. Ryan had one between the eyes. One center forehead, one just above, all in a line. Tyler’s were random across the forehead.

“Well, I guess they’re all dead. Nice.” Dex said. “Let’s swap it out.”

Tyler, Ryan, and Donnie moved out, and Dex, Mackie, and Steve took their places. The guys were joking around as normal. Filling time while they waited for the nod from Sam for the op.

Tyler really wasn’t in the mood today to shoot the shit. His head was still reeling from last night. What a fucking idiot. God, what the hell had he been thinking? He had just got to a good place with Mira and bam! He ruined it by letting his small head take over his big one. Damn, she had felt so good under him. Everything about her, soft, warm and...right. He wanted her, more than he had ever wanted anyone.

“Hey, Tyler, headphones.” Ryan nudged him, bringing him back to the present. Tyler quickly put them on, listening as Ryan counted them down. His three teammates took their shots.

“Let’s see how the boss man measures up, guys.” Ryan grinned as the targets moved forward. Steve’s three shots were in a horizontal line across the forehead. Mackie’s in a triangle. The team moved closer to see Dex’s and started to laugh. He had one hole in each eye, the third on the nose.

“Does that measure up enough for you, Ryan?” Dex gave his best buddy a big smile.

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