Page 2 of You are the Reason

“That’s better,” he praises, kissing me from my collarbone, up to my ear and whispers, “Good girl.”

Minutes pass and, like teenagers, our tongues tangle together as he grinds against me. It feels like butterflies are swirling around in my stomach, a feeling of desire and excitement. Tanner makes me feel things I haven’t in such a long time. He trails kisses back down my neck and across my chest. Hands gripping my waist, as his mouth teases my nipple through the lace covering my breast. When a breathy moan escapes my lips, he growls. My back is pressed down onto the counter and he throws my legs over his shoulders.

I roll my hips against the air, my body begging for any form of contact. Tanner chuckles, “Patience, Kins.” I can feel his warm breath on my thighs as he lowers his face. Tugging my thong to the side, he strokes his tongue up my center and circles around my clit, before curling two fingers inside me.

Tanner will be the end of me.

I thread my fingers through his hair, praying he doesn’t stop. I’m so close. I focus on the movement of his fingers, whilst he sucks and caresses me with his tongue. I prop myself up onto my elbows so I can watch him, my slight movement causing him to look up and meet my gaze. There is a hunger in his eyes, a darkness that sends a buzz of electricity straight through me. My head falls back, I explode around him. An orgasm bursts from my body, like fireworks.

Before I have a chance to come back down to earth, I hear the tear of foil.When did he even stop?I think to myself. He doesn’t let me get too lost in thought before I feel my thong pulled to the side once again. He lines himself up with my entrance and I watch him slowly thrust himself inside me.

“Oh God, Tanner,” I moan whilst my body adjusts to him stretching me. Hitting that spot deep inside.

“Fuck, Kins. You feel so good.” His voice is rough and that on its own does things to me, another orgasm builds.

Tanner guides my hand down between us, placing my fingers on that delicate bundle of nerves. “Play,” he commands. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

His voice matches that dark look I saw in his eyes moments ago. I reach down and stroke myself. Once. Twice. I whimper, I’m not going to be able to hold off any longer. Then I climax — again. My back arches and Tanner thrusts into me finding his own release. This is exactly what I needed to wake up to today.Happy Birthday to me.

Tanner collapses down onto his forearms, peppering kisses across my breasts. Once we have both caught our breath he stands and his eyes rake over me. “I better get going.” His lips brush my forehead as he helps me down off the island bench. “And you better go shower and get dressed, you know, in case anyone else pops over unannounced”.

I laugh, as I begin walking towards the stairs. Looking back over my shoulder, I watch as he fixes himself back into his jeans. He meets my eyes, winks and heads for the door.

Tanner is my escape from reality. I don’t have to think when I’m with him. Before Tanner, I was empty.Now, I’m alive.Other than how I like my coffee and my orgasms the guy knows nothing about me, and that is exactly how I want it to stay. It’s just easier this way.

Six months earlier …

Pulling up outside a two-storey townhouse close to the city center, I double-check the address which I scribbled onto a piece of paper. I feel as though I’m stepping into a fairytale … Narrow and tall, white with black trimmings and greenery creeping up to the second-storey balcony.

There is no driveway and the allocated parking is on the road. Maybe I should just sell my car? Who am I kidding, I’m not a city girl.What the hell am I thinking?

Before I can give myself any more time to change my mind I grab my purse and jump out. Rounding my car, I look to the open door of the townhouse, as a gorgeous tanned man with messy dark brown hair steps out.

Crap Kinsley, you are in trouble here, girl.

Tearing my eyes away before he notices me eye-fucking him, I take a deep breath and as gracefully as a country girl can, walk over to my new home.

“I’m guessing you’re not Mrs Hayes,” I say shyly and offer my hand for him to shake.

He laughs, and it does something to me, a strange feeling in my stomach. Are thesebutterflies?

I am way in over my head here.

“Annette is my mother, my name is Tanner.” His firm shake sends a shiver up my arm.

My cheeks are bound to be rosy now.

Tanner turns and walks into the house. “C’mon, I’ll give you the grand tour.”

Chapter Two

Kinsley

After Tanner left, I showered, got dressed and reheated the coffee he had distracted me from drinking earlier. Getting myself comfortable on my bed, I grab the journal out of my bedside table. Once again, I start at the beginning hoping that this time when I read it, I will find some answers.You’re being ridiculous Kins, you have read this journal in its entirety hundreds of times.

It’s true, my mother gifted me this journal for my twelfth birthday and the amount of times I have read it over the past ten years is more than I would like to admit. But something keeps pulling me back. There has to be something, somewhere in here,, that will give me the answers I am so desperate for, why else would she give it to me? I’m five journal entries deep when there is a knock at the door.

The downstairs door unlocks and then closes again. “Meadow, you home?” This time, it’s someone I actually gave a key to.

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