LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 41: [7]
"Vinny?" Tara sleepily calls out to me.
"Hmm?" I hum back to her.
"You won't get mad at me if I tell you something bad about Mikaela, right?"
"No…" I reply to Tara while trailing off.
"The last time you were here…before going to prison…I feel asleep while we were watching the Transformers cartoon movie, I woke up while you and Mikaela were fucking…I, it was so hot that I played with myself while watching you two…
You were pretty much out of it between the bottle of vodka and being tired from sitting with me the night before… but Mikaela ripped the blanket off of me, catching me in the middle of fingering myself." Tara starts to babble…and I'd be lying if I said that it wasn't making me hard as fuck.
"Okay…" I say gently to Tara who was looking up at me angles her gaze away from me.
"She…she made me straddle your lap and grind my pussy against your cock while licking her pussy clean…once you were hard from my grinding…she pushed me down on your cock…" Tara's chest hitches and it sounds like she's about to break down.
'Wait, what…Mikaela…practically raped Tara using me as a tool to do so.'
"Tara, I'm sorry…"
"No, I liked…loved it…I was finally with you…even though you were asleep…you called me baby and I got to give you my first time…I didn't like licking Mikaela clean…but…"
'Well, that's a relief…at least I wasn't unknowingly apart of raping her.'
"Tara, look at me." I murmur gently cupping her chin in my hand, while she lifts herself up on her arms and looks down at me.
"I'm not mad at you, truthfully I wish you'd told me about your feelings for me and what Mikaela made you do, even if you did end up enjoying the better part of it…it shouldn't have been how your first time was." I say to Tara honestly a bit of righteous anger seeping into my voice, Tara smiles at me with a slight amount of insecurity in her expression as she leans down tucking a few loose strands of hair behind her ear and begins kissing me which I quickly return.
Tara's hands slide up and down my torso, underneath my shirt before sliding down to my jeans, unhooking my belt, unhooking the button and sliding the fly down with her dexterous fingers, showing her skill as a world class surgeon.
Tara takes my cock in her right hand while her left slides down my chest and goes between her thighs, and pulls her thong to the side, lifts her hips slightly, lines me up with her entrance and slides down taking me fully inside her tight, wet, warm silken tunnel.
Eliciting a groan from me, and a hot sigh of content form her.
"Come with me to L.A." I find myself saying to Tara as she slowly rocks back and forth with me inside of her as my hands grab her exposed tits, the top having rods up while we slept together, Tara moaning at my touch grabs the bottom hem of the top and takes it off throwing it across the room.
"Fuck, yes! I'll go anywhere with you!" Tara moans out in pure happiness, a smile comes to my face while I remove my left hand from her left breast and fist it in her hair pulling her into another kiss.
Feeling a deep sense of happiness and only a small amount of guilt towards Jax and what I was taking from him…
'She was never really his…she was always waiting for me…well my predecessor…'
Breaking the kiss enjoying Tara's smile and the way her mouth falls open in an expression of pleasure as I lightly pinch her right nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
Her walls flexing rapidly around my girth, as she cums lightly, "Please, please cum!" Tara pleads as she quickens rocking back and forth on top of me.
I smirk up at Tara and flip us over so she's on her back a little yip of surprise leaves her before a grunt of a moan as I bottom out inside of her hitting the fleshy wall of her cervix her face a mix of happiness and pain, as I lean down and start lavishing her breasts with my tender ministrations while pumping in and out of her, never ceasing even as I pump rope after rope of my cum into her.
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An hour later Tara and I are sitting on the couch while I'm sitting on the couch. Tara is sitting in my lap her back against my chest my semi-erect cock still inside of her while the way past overdue rented tape of The Transforms plays of the old rabbit ears tv.
My right hand on her abdomen my left on her left breast idly gripping and moulding the soft perky globes of flesh.
"Tara…I know you probably don't want to talk about it…but I know the look of someone running from something or someone…will you tell me about it…?so I can really help you get past it." I breach the subject and Tara releases a sigh filled with pain.
"His name is Joshua Kohn he is or was an Agent with the federal Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives from Chicago. We dated for awhile…but he was obsessive, abusive and controlling, I broke things off with him and got a restraining order…then I found out I was six weeks pregnant by the time the restraining order was instated…I got an abortion…things were okay for a couple of weeks but…when he found out about the abortion he started harassing me again, broke into my house defiled my house…
I know I shouldn't have but I ran here…I knew that if I went to the Club…to Jax that he would protect me…I'm sorry I shouldn't have come here wanting to use the Club, Jax and even you, just because of our past." Tara breaks down crying and starts to get off my lap but I hold her in place.
"I'll always do what I can to protect you Tara." I murmur and kiss the back of her head before resting my chin against her shoulder just holding her in my arms as she sobs.
"I know that's what makes it so much worse!" Tara struggles to say through the tears and sobbing breaths...I keep quiet and continue holding her... letting her get it all out, so that she can begin healing.
Tara stops crying only when she expunges all of her energy she bonelessly lays against me in my lap.
'Maybe... it'd be best if I took care of him and left Tara out of it...more exposure to this piece of fucking shit...will probably cause more harm than good...' I internally express as I stand up and finagle Tara so that I'm holding her against my chest, carrying her into the bathroom and entering the shower, cleaning us both and then just standing under the water hoping the water would help wash away some of her problems.
We languidly kiss and touch one another the whole time, before I turn Tara around and press her up against the wall taking her nice and slow her forehead pressing against the tile wall, underneath the shower spout.
"Oh, oh mmm, yes!" Tara moans and gasps, as we lose ourselves in one another.
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Now out of the shower and mostly dry Tara and I are In her childhood bedroom, Tara is languidly getting dressed while I lay on her bed enjoying the show with my hands behind my head.
"You don't really have much here…in the way of anything…huh?" I mutter while looking at the large purse Tara is living out of, Tara looks down at the floor and nods.
"There wasn't much that, that disgusting bastard didn't…I took what I could stomach and left." Tara explains in a soft voice and I stand up from the bed sidling up behind her wrapping my arms around her middle, pulling her against me. All she's currently wearing are plain white panties and a blue bra.
"We'll start over together…in L.A…if that's what you want…if you want it with me I mean…" I say and garble up my words a bit, making Tara laugh softly at me.
"Starting a life with you has always been my dream of a perfect life…though I know it won't be perfect…I know how you were raised and that you're a horn dog…just promise even with whomever else there is or may be, that I'll always be a priority, that you'll be there when I need you…"
"You always have been and always will be one of my top priorities…but I'm only human Tara…I'll make mistakes…I can't be your Superman…" I say honestly while making a reference to a song that is Tara's favorite, a little confession which she made in the shower…is that when she listens to the song she always pictures me as Superman.
Tara let's out a strangled sound that's a mix of a giggle and a cry, though the large mirror on the bureau shows me that she is smiling widely and crying at the same time.
"You say that…but you've been fucking non-stop since you got out of prison and didn't even break a sweat with me on the couch." Tara shoots down that I'm not Superman playfully and I look away from the reflection of her glowing amused eyes in the mirror feeling a bit of shyness.
'How do you tell someone…you're practically a knockoff Superman powered by Chinese magic...and have an army of magical shadow ninjas at your command??? You don't!' I ask myself and reply to my own internal question quite vehemently.
"You may not agree...but you are a, my Superman, Vinny." Tara murmurs to me while turning around to face me, her hands cupping my face both pulling and turning my head to face while standing up on her toes to kiss me.
My heart feels so full of love and happiness it almost hurts, but I accept these feelings and Tara's love for me, processing and accepting the feelings of guilt for betraying Jax, and letting them go...as Tara and I both have a right to have our own happiness.
'If we have any sons I'll name one Abel as a tribute to the Abel that never will be.' I say in my mind as I continue and deepen the kiss Tara initiated.
"Is there anything you want from here?" I ask Tara.
"Just you." Tara says to me a little smirk playing at the corners of her lips, making me laugh deeply.
"Okay, then let's go rent a truck or van... I'm not leaving my new V-ROD behind...and I doubt you can ride the six hours to L.A. on the back seat of my bike."
"Your new bike is a lot nicer than your old one." Tara nods with a happy/dreamy expression on her face.
"Hey, my panhead was beautiful!" I pout as the panhead was gorgeous for her age and was actually restored by me in shop class in highschool...what little of it I actually attended.
"Aww, poor baby..." Tara teases me and pats my chest playfully.
'It's good seeing Tara lighten up a little.' I introspect.
"It's nice to see you smiling like this." I say to her earnestly making Tara smirk, and back away and begin to model her body for me in her very unsavory underwear combination.
'Defenitly gotta take her lingerie shopping...'
"Stop modeling that sexy body, and get dressed honey...we have to some important stuff to do before starting our life together." Tara flushes bright red at my light chastising in my deep husky voice, and immediately jumps to finish getting dressed though taking the time to wiggle her pretty little ass at me and smirk at me over her shoulder.
'Oh, somebody is going to get spanked later...' I internally snicker while smiling at this Tara that is a lot closer to the Tara from my memories.