2. Illawarra Flame Ch. 10-12byinspirixis1©
As soon as Maya left Tyler got in the shower, he needed to release. Lying in bed with her last night and then on the couch with her today had been bliss but it had also been agonizing for his poor cock. He wanted her so badly but he knew she needed more time. She had clearly specified that she didn't want to have sex, he was going to have to leave making the next move in her court.
He turned the water up nice and hot. Maya had been in this shower this morning. The thought of that exquisite woman naked in his shower was enough to get him hard again. He stepped under the water and soaped up, stroking his cock in long firm strokes.
He let his mind wander.
She was so beautiful, he had never seen a more perfect woman.
She'd had all of the right reactions to his music. He had suspected that she would know about classical music, she was a ballerina after all, but there are a lot of people who know a lot without ever feeling anything. Maya felt music the way he did.
Cinta had made her laugh with the Mendelssohn piece, Maya had recognized her genius immediately. When Tyler had looked down at her when she was laughing he'd noticed that her bottom teeth were crooked, for some reason this minor imperfection was so sexy to him. He knew something about her that most people would never notice.
The way she had looked at him after he played the recording of him and Josh and Cinta had just about killed him. It was like she was looking straight into his heart, right at his soul, and approving of him. He had wanted to kiss her right then. He had wanted to take her clothes off and worship her, caress her and make love to her.
One day she would let him run his hands over her immaculate skin, feel the curve of her waist, the arch of her lower back, caress the contour of her hips. One day she would moan as he entered her, as he stroked her towards orgasm. Her face would contort in pleasure, her round lips would part and she would say his name, she would call out to him, needing him.
Oh fuck, that thought was going to be the end of him. His hand was moving up and down over his cock rapidly and he felt his balls tighten. His cum came in long pearlescent ribbons, dropping in globular pools on the tiled floor before the water pressure broke it apart and washed it down the drain.
He supported himself with one arm on the tiled wall while he breathed deeply to regain his composure. The water flowed over his body, soothing him. He wanted to go for another swim, to feel the water around him, to feel his body moving through it, to let it lull him into that place where nothing else matters.
He wasn't looking forward to retiring from swimming, he would probably have to retire from competition after the next Olympics but he would always swim so long as his body was able. He thought of poor Maya being forced to retire from ballet.
She had been a true athlete. He remembered seeing her dance that Christmas all of those years ago. Cinta had wanted to go and he and Josh had agreed that it would be a good Christmas present for her.
He hadn't wanted to take Kelly, but it was unavoidable. She was always such a shit when they'd hang out with his siblings, she was always trying to challenge them to see which side he would fall on when an argument erupted. He didn't want to choose sides, he didn't understand why she couldn't just accept that other people had other opinions and let it rest. She was so confrontational.
That night there was no way that he could side with her, Cinta was still just a little girl and it was her Christmas present, and not only that, Kelly was way out of line. Maya's performance had been breathtaking, her dancing was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She moved with a fluidity that gave her a divine aura on the stage. But just like his swimming he appreciated that every movement, even down to the tips of the fingers, was practiced and practiced and practiced to achieve the desired effect. For him it was speed, for her it was beauty.
Cinta had been so excited, she couldn't stop talking about how amazing Maya was. Kelly saw it as an opportunity to cause problems and started talking smack, saying that she could dance like that if she wanted to. He remembered how pissed off he'd been when she had yelled at him about fucking in front of Cinta, as if he had viewed Maya as a sex object. He didn't want his thirteen-year-old sister to even realize that he had a cock, let alone think that he would use it to degrade a woman. Josh was right, he should have left her back then.
He got out of the shower and went straight to bed. He was tired and Zach was coming over in a few hours to play with the remote controlled cars. He wondered if that would be something that Nicholas might like. Maybe he would ask Maya if he could take him with them next weekend.
On Monday he wasn't surprised when he saw Simon, the guy that Maya had wanted to hire against his advice. He didn't understand why she wanted to hire him, he was like plain tofu in every respect, boring and uninspired. She had given him the cubicle that backed onto Graham's, probably because Graham's work was the stuff that needed the most correcting.
That morning she called him and asked him to come to her office. He didn't know what it was about and he wasn't sure how he should act. Should he just pretend that nothing had happened between them? As he approached her glass box he saw that there was someone else in there with her.
He made eye contact with Maya before he got to the door and she motioned for him to come in. The other person was Jessica, the woman that he had wanted to hire.
'Tyler, you remember Jessica," Maya said.
Maya's hair was pulled up in some sort of twist that left her neck bare. Her ears stuck out a bit, it was cute, she had little wingnut ears. She was wearing dangly earrings that drew his eyes to that soft curve where her neck flared out to meet her shoulders. He'd had his hand on that place when they'd kissed in Jacinta's room.
Tyler snapped back to the present. 'Of course, good to see you again," he extended his hand to Jessica and shook hands with her. Jessica smiled shyly. He looked questioningly at Maya.
'Jessica has accepted our offer, I was going to put her on the Packer project with you, I was wondering if you could help me set her up with what she needs and then walk her through the project?"
Tyler felt the smile that spread out over his face. She had taken his advice. 'Of course," he said.
'Good." She looked like she was trying to repress a smile, the corners of her mouth turned up just a little bit. She stood up and walked around her desk dragging her chair with her. There were only two chairs in this room. She motioned for him to sit in her chair and she sat on her desk.
As usual, she was barefoot, those enticing feet pointing and flexing every now and then, driving him to distraction. She was talking about computer specifications, she wanted to know what she should order for Jessica. It was easy for Tyler to keep up with this conversation while letting his mind wander a little, thinking about her while she sat in front of him. She was so much more than just a woman in a suit.
She was wrapping things up, writing things down so that she would get it right when she put the order in. 'Jessica, you can go and choose whatever free cubicle you want and do all of your paperwork. Donna can provide you with a temporary machine to work on. Check in with Tyler later today and he can explain the project to you."
Jessica thanked her and left.
Maya slid off her desk and sat in the chair that Jessica had been in.
'Tyler...' She smiled at him. 'You need to get yourself under control."
He smiled back, 'What do you mean?"
'You can't stare at me like that at work, it's not appropriate. I'm your boss here, okay?" She was being gentle.
'Like what?" He said in a sly voice, he was grinning, he wanted to play with her.
The smile fell from her face. 'Tyler stop. We're at work."
He had overstepped the mark. 'Sorry." He felt embarrassed of all things. He liked to think that he was above feeling emasculated by a female superior, but perhaps that wasn't true.
She seemed to sense his discomfort, probably his burning cheeks were a give-away. 'Hey, it's fine. I just think that we should try and act professionally when we're here." She said kindly.
There was a pause. For once it seemed like Maya didn't know how to proceed at work.
'What are you doing on Wednesday night? Want to eat together?" She asked.
He really didn't want to make nice with her right now but there had been uncertainty in her voice, the only thing that reminded him that he was looking at his Maya, the one that had been weeping in his arms on Saturday. 'Okay."
She smiled at him. 'Good, come over to my place. Wednesday night we can drop the façade."
'Okay, I'll be done at the gym at about seven thirty."
She bit down on her bottom lip and looked at him for a moment. Finally she nodded and he got up and left.
It left a bad taste in his mouth.
He was pissed. He knew that he shouldn't be, it was her job to tell him what to do, but it still pissed him off. It drove him mad, he went over the conversation in his head again and again and each time she was a bit more sinister, a bit more of a bitch.
In his brain he knew he was blowing it out of proportion, but he couldn't help it, she had totally cut him down. After a while he convinced himself that she had ordered him to come over to her place on Wednesday night. Who was she to tell him what to do in his own time? He was pissed.
Nicholas was a little shit on Wednesday. Maya had not been kidding when she said that his grandparent's influence was detrimental. He wanted what he wanted and he wanted it now. Tyler was immensely frustrated. First Maya had humiliated him and now Nicholas was pushing every button he had and more.
He ended up sticking him in the bathroom, he didn't know what else to do. He tried the naughty chair, he tried threatening him that they wouldn't go to the park, he tried everything that he could think of short of spanking him, but the kid was out of control. He had a will like an iron rod. Tyler had to keep on reminding himself that he was the adult. Now he understood the despair that Maya had felt when she was living in New York.
'What the hell is wrong with you?" Sam asked at weight training that night.
'Fuck it Sam, I don't want to talk about it." He slammed the bar back on the rack.
'Settle down, I'm your friend, remember?" Sam added more weight to the bar and took his turn. They were doing dead lifts. When he was done Sam turned back to him. 'Is it Cinta?" He asked.
Fuck. Why did he have to bring Cinta up when he was feeling so unstable? 'No. I said I don't want to talk about it."
Tyler stepped up to the bar and lifted his second set. Fuck Sam. Just when he thought he couldn't feel any shittier he had to go and bring up his brain dead little sister.
Sam got the hint and stopped trying to pry. Tyler was lifting like shit.
'Hey, Gray? Maybe you should just go for a run or something," Sam suggested.
Tyler glared at him.
'Dude, you're going to hurt yourself if you don't settle down, I'm trying to do you a favor."
Sam was right, it wasn't a good idea to lift when you were angry. Tyler walked away without comment and changed into his running shoes. He flung the doors of the training center open and took off. He ran hard. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been angry like this. What the fuck was his problem?
He really didn't want to see Maya tonight, and if there was one person he wanted to see even less it was Nicholas. What was he doing pursuing a woman who was such a bitch and had such a little shit of a kid? He had never been so happy to see anyone in his life as when Emma came home this afternoon and he knew he could leave Nicholas behind.
He tried to clear his head, he tried to calm down but it wasn't working. In his brain he knew that he loved Nicholas and that he was a good kid but right now his emotions were totally out of control. He was still fuming when he got back to the gym and took his shower. Luckily Sam had already left so he didn't have to deal with any more of his stupid questions.
He was already running late but he didn't hurry. He'd told Maya he'd be there at seven thirty but it was going to be more like quarter to eight by the time he got over there.
Who the fuck cares, he thought. Let her wait.
When he got to her front door he was still angry, only now he was also tired and hungry. Not a good combination. He tried to tell himself to calm down. He knocked on the door.
It only took a moment before she opened it. "Hey," she said with a smile.
"Hey," he said flatly. He didn't bother to smile back.
She motioned for him to come inside. It smelled amazing in her house, she was cooking something good. She led him through to the kitchen. She was playing Dvorak on her stereo, he grudgingly admitted to himself that he liked the piece, it reminded him of his dad, Dvorak was one of his favorites. He could hear Nicholas screaming somewhere upstairs.
"I'm glad you're here, I was starting to worry that you were going to stand me up," she said a little too quickly. "Do you want to sit?" Her kitchen had a bar with a few stools at it. Tyler sat down without answering her.
She went to the sink and poured a glass of water and then set it down in front of him. He was really thirsty but his pride was preventing him from picking the glass up. Nicholas' screaming was fucking annoying. Didn't that kid ever shut the fuck up?
She paused for a moment and then came and sat on a stool beside him.
"What?" He looked at her and was immediately sorry for his bluntness. She had a pained expression on her face.
"I'm really sorry about what happened on Monday. I should have brought it up with you on Saturday, before we saw each other in the office. It was completely my fault. You did nothing wrong."
She did it. She disarmed him in just a few short sentences. All of a sudden there was nothing for him to be angry about, there was just a beautiful woman in front of him asking his forgiveness. He felt like a dick.
He reached out and touched her arm. "What are you cooking? It smells good."
She smiled, relief passing over her face. "Moussaka, it's ready whenever you are."
"I'm ready. Where's Nicholas?"
She got up and went to the oven. "He's in his room. I put him to bed, he was being a shit."
"Tell me about it."
"Was he bad today? I'm sorry, it's his grandparents."
"Yeah, I figured. I have no idea how you put up with it for so long, you must be some sort of a saint."
She took the dish out of the oven and set it on the counter. "Not likely, just a mother. It's amazing what you'll put up with because of biology. Now I just try and stand my ground. Yesterday night was hell, I thought I was going to have to leave the house. He screamed until close to midnight before he finally fell asleep, I'm hoping it wont take that long tonight."
She tried to pass him to get to the pantry behind him but he caught her by the waist. He looked into her eyes as he pulled her closer to him, they reminded him of the ocean, that grey blue pool that he would never get sick of. He hugged her close, laying his head down on her shoulder. He felt her hands in his hair, the stress dissipating with her touch, leaving only exhaustion.
"Bad day?" She asked quietly.
"Mmm..." He had been so angry at her. How could the person that caused the anger be the one who made everything alright?
"I missed you," she said.
Tyler sighed as he lifted his head to look at her. "I was angry at you," he admitted.
"Yeah I know, I'm glad you came over."
"Me too." He leaned in and kissed her. It was like coming home. He didn't know how that was possible, it had been less than a week since they'd kissed for the first time but she felt like home to him. Even with Nicholas screaming in the background Maya felt like a good place to be.
Her cooking was fabulous. The dish she had made was rich and flavorful but it had a tonne of vegetables in it. Tyler could really get used to this.
Sometime during dinner Nicholas finally stopped screaming. He must have fallen asleep.
"What's the story with you and Sam and Emma?" She asked.
"They're my best friends."
"So you went to school with them in LA and then all three of you decided to move out here together?"
He knew what she was getting at, it was a bit odd. "Emma went to Cal Berkeley." He said.
He was stalling, trying to decide how much to tell her. It wasn't his secret to tell, but at the same time there would be no future for them if she couldn't accept Sam and Emma so he might as well get it out of the way now.
"Oh, I thought they started dating in college? I had just assumed they went to the same school."
"No, they'd know each other for a long time." He put his fork down. He was going to tell her, this was a make or break moment.
He watched and waited for her to realize that he had something to tell her. Eventually she put her fork down and gave him her full attention.
"You might not like this," he warned.
She sat still and waited for him to continue.
"I decided to follow them after school because of Emma. She is the reason I have a world record, she is an amazing coach."
She nodded. "Emma's your coach." It was a statement.
"No, she's not, but she has insight. She sees things that nobody else does."
"Okay..." He could tell that she still wasn't satisfied with his answer.
"We moved to Colorado because it is the only state that they can live in legally."
She tilted her head to the side in question.
"Emma's mother died during childbirth, she was adopted by Sam's parents. Legally they are brother and sister, Colorado is the only state that allows marriage between siblings."
She was sitting still, it seemed like she was still waiting for something. He wasn't sure what was going through her head.
"That's it?" She asked.
"Fuck Tyler!" She whacked him in the arm. "I thought you were going to tell me you were in a polygamist relationship with them! Don't scare me like that!" She shook her head and went back to her meal.
Tyler was shocked, he hadn't expected that to be so easy. "You don't think it's weird?" He asked.
"The polygamy thing would have been intolerable, but the sibling thing? Probably if I sat down and thought about it in detail I could think of it as weird but I don't intend to because it's none of my business," she said. "They're good people and that's all that matters."
Tyler was gob smacked, he wasn't sure what sort of reaction he had been expecting, but she was sitting there eating her dinner as if these sorts of things happen every day. So much for a make or break moment, Maya had just made herself somewhat of a legend in his eyes.
"More rice?" She asked.
"Um... Sure." Tyler was struggling to come to grips with how amazing Maya was. He had never met anyone like her before. She had a very firm grasp on reality, she didn't let the winds blow her around. She knew what was important to her and what wasn't.
Suddenly Nicholas started screaming again. He had been quiet for a good half an hour. Tyler looked at Maya, she was frozen, looking at him. Suddenly she burst out laughing, and then Tyler was laughing too. He didn't even know what was funny, they were just laughing.
She was panting she was laughing so hard. 'At least nobody will ever say that he's easily swayed!'
That sent them both in to renewed hysterics.
She didn't invite him to stay the night. He hadn't been expecting her to and honestly he didn't think it would be a good idea to see her at work only hours after emerging from her bed, but that didn't stop him from feeling a little disappointed. It had been such a relief to see her, the real Maya, not the fake Maya at the office. He didn't want to let go of her, he knew the next time he saw her he would have to pretend that he wasn't falling in love with her.