Chapter 15

15

Iona

I sat outside of Tyrion’s home, trying to relax my nerves before I went inside. All week long, he’d been quiet on me. His responses had been dry. I’d barely seen him, and I was getting fed the fuck up. Every day this week, I’d watched him drop Summer Rose off to school. If I didn’t meet him at the drop-off, I didn’t see him at all. He didn’t ask me to take her, even though I had to pass his house to come to work. I didn’t know what was going on with him, but I was going to get to the bottom of this shit.

Getting out of my car, I headed up the front steps. Using my key, I went inside. It was about five thirty, so I knew he couldn’t have been too busy. When I walked in, the house was eerily quiet. There was no TV on, no music playing… not even the sound of anybody talking. The living room and kitchen were empty, so I walked down the hall to Tyrion’s bedroom.

Empty.

I checked Summer Rose’s bedroom. Empty.

Every room I checked, there was no one there. It was weird because his car was out front. I circled back around to the living room. After standing there a minute, I went to check out back where I found Tyrion drinking liquor and smoking a cigar, still dressed in his work clothes. I walked over to where he sat and took a seat in front of him, catching a glimpse of the nearly empty bottle at his feet. He looked over at me, then took a sip of his liquor.

“Tyrion.”

“Iona.”

I shook my head. “I guess it’s not only your text messages and phone calls that are dry.” I motioned to the liquor bottle. “Why are you sitting out here like this? Where is everybody?”

His words slurred slightly. “They’re gone.”

“Gone? What do you mean, gone?”

“Evenie moved out. She’s with her parents, and Summer Rose is with her for a little while.”

I frowned. “So she took her?”

He shook his head. “No, she didn’t take her. We talked to Summer about it, and she agreed that she wanted more time with her mom. I respected that.”

“And what about you?”

“What about me?”

Again, I motioned to the liquor. “This is depressing.”

“Honestly, Iona, I don’t feel the best about anything right now.”

“Meaning?”

He looked over at me with an expression I couldn’t fully read. “I need to tell you something.”

I swallowed hard. “Something like what?”

“Evenie and I… we kissed.”

“You what?”

“The first time—”

“The first time! How many times did you kiss her, Tyrion!”

He hung his head. “Twice. The first time was when I went to pick her up. It was an emotional moment, and when she kissed me, I… I didn’t stop her. I did kiss her back. The second time was Monday. Again, it was an emotional situation. I was trying to comfort her, and it just happened. We both knew it was a mistake the moment it happened.”

I could feel my anger surging. I closed my eyes and counted to ten, trying to remember all the advice my mother had given me about men over the years. When I opened them, he was staring at me, waiting for an answer.

“I’m trying to be understanding, Tyrion,” I said calmly. “I’m trying really not to lose my shit. I know this isn’t my home just yet, but I gave my blessing for her to stay here off the strength of Summer Rose because I love that little girl. I trusted you, and you’re out here kissing her? Honestly, I think it’s best that she stay with her parents. We’re trying to build a life together, Tyrion. I don’t need her here making shit harder by pulling you into her feelings. I get it. Something tragic happened to her. I’m sorry about that, but life for you moved on.”

“She’s not pulling me into her feelings, but her feelings are valid, Iona. We had a life together before you and I ever knew each other existed.”

“Your life isn’t with her anymore, Tyrion. That’s what you aren’t getting. Yes, you have a child together. That’s fine. I’m all for you co-parenting for Summer, but you are my man. Mine .”

“I know that, baby. This is hard for her. For all of us.”

I scoffed. “Well, if it’s so hard for you, then maybe I should just remove myself from the equation all together. I’ll go get my shit and leave. That way, you don’t have to feel so fucking torn and guilty.”

I stood and stormed into the house toward his bedroom. I could hear him calling my name as I turned the corner and went down the hall. His bedroom door was already open, so I went in and made a beeline for the drawers that held what little belongings I had over here. When he walked into the room, I was throwing everything on the bed.

“Iona.”

I ignored him as I grabbed my perfume and other miscellaneous items from on top of the dresser.

“Iona, baby, please. Can we talk about this?”

“Clearly, there is nothing to talk about.”

I stormed into his bathroom to grab my toiletries. When I came back out, I tossed them on the bed as well. Going into his closet, I grabbed a duffel bag.

“Don’t worry,” I said, as I threw my things inside. “I’ll make sure I return this.”

“Iona, stop!” He snatched the bag from me and tossed it to the floor.

“Fuck you, Tyrion!” I screamed, tears streaming down my face. “I’m not gonna stand by and watch you leave me for her! If you want her so bad, go fix your marriage! Is that what you want? To be with her? Fine! Forget you ever claimed to love me!”

“I do love you!” he yelled. He stumbled toward me, gently taking me into his arms. “I do love you,” he repeated softly. “I’m sorry.”

I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. “You kissed her.”

“I know, and I was wrong. Believe me, Iona. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt either of you. This is an emotional situation. I’m trying to get my shit together, and I feel like nothing I do is right for anybody.”

“Do you want to be with me?”

“Yes.”

“Then be with me.” I cupped his face. “We were happy before all this, Tyrion. You had me. I had you. We had Summer… We were going to be a family. Don’t ruin that.”

I could see the doubt in his eyes, and desperation filled my core. I cupped his face and kissed him, the taste of the liquor lingering on my tongue.

“Please don’t ruin this,” I begged, moving from his lips to his neck.

My fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt as I kissed him harder. Once I got them undone, I pushed the shirt from his shoulders and pulled it off.

“I love you, Tyrion,” I whispered against his lips as I undid his pants.

“I love you too,” he mumbled.

Pushing him down on the bed, I took off his shoes and pulled his slacks and boxers off. Quickly, I undressed and straddled his lap. Immediately, our lips crashed into each other’s. His hands were rough as he gripped and groped me as we kissed with the type of drunken passion I’d been missing from him. I could feel his dick hardening against my ass.

Sitting up, I reached behind me to stroke it. He sat up and pushed my breasts together before latching onto my nipples. He suckled them like a baby seeking nourishment from its mother.

“Tyrion…” I panted heavily as pleasurable sensations flooded my body.

Lifting my hips slightly, I positioned his hardness at my entrance and eased him into my wetness. Mutual moans of satisfaction filled the room as I rode him with reckless abandon.

“I love you,” I declared in his ear.

“I love you too… shit!”

He fell back against the bed, pulling me with him. His hands gripped my ass, holding my cheeks apart so he could go deeper. Moans escaped my throat as he bent his knees and thrust his hips upward and into me.

I cried out in pleasure. “Fuck!”

I threw my hips to meet his strokes. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of us panting and our skin slapping together. The next thing I knew, he had me on my stomach with my ass in the air and my face in the pillow, plowing into me from behind.

“Yes… ooooh shit! Don’t stop!”

I gripped the sheets and threw my ass back at him. The harder I threw it back, the harder he pounded me. I caught a glimpse of him in the mirror and realized his eyes were closed. He looked like he was trying to concentrate. I wanted to say something, but the only thing that came out were cries of passion. I wasn’t sure if it was the liquor in his system, but he was killing my pussy.

“Tyrion! Oh, God! Yes!”

He slammed into me a final time, causing my orgasm to break through full force. Just when I thought he was going to cum inside me, he pulled out and shot his load all over my back. I could hear him panting heavily as he made his way into the bathroom and turned on the shower. A few seconds later, he returned with a warm towel to clean me up. When he was done, he tossed it in the laundry hamper and reached for me.

“Shower with me,” he said, pulling me to my feet. “Stay with me and let me try to fix this.”

I nodded slowly as I walked ahead of him with a smile on my face. I had to take full advantage of Evenie being gone while I could. She was already kissing on him, and I couldn’t have that shit. If she knew what was good for her, she would bow out before she had to come up missing once again.