1 comments/ 12296 views/ 1 favorites Evicted By: al_Ussa There are very few things in life that are worth getting kicked out of your downtown apartment. Sex is definitely one of them. It's probably the best reason for getting kicked out of your apartment! Hell, it's probably the best reason for doing anything! In case you haven't figured it out already, that's what happened to me. It all started a couple of months back. I was living in this apartment up in the city... it wasn't exactly a palace, but at least it was clean, relatively decent sized, and best of all, close to work. Considering what I was spending on rent, it was practically a steal. Well anyway, one day my neighbors were moving out. To be honest, I had hardly noticed until they packed their stuff and were out the door. This being the Windy City, it wasn't long before someone else moved in to take their place... a girl... a sexy little Goth vixen in fact. Oh, I didn't see her at first. Not until one day when we had a chance meeting in the hallway. She was petite little thing, with perky little breasts, long legs and an ass that just wouldn't stop! She was wearing a little leather mini-dress, complete with fishnets, platform boots, and about a dozen piercings all through her face. Her short hair was dyed deep, neon purple with cherry red streaks through it, just to complete the whole ensemble. Just my kind of girl! As we passed each other, she just sort of smiled and said 'hi.' I smiled, waved back and walked past her. That was it. And had it been anyone else, it probably would have ended right then and there, but something about this rebellious Goth chick really piqued my curiosity, so I started digging around. Turned out that she was some girl from out of state. She had moved to Chicago for college, was new in town, and hadn't made many friends yet. I also learned that her name was either Lisa or Linda, according to the various residents of the apartment. And... well, that was about all I learned of her. It was hardly enough to make for a budding friendship, let alone a romance, so I just kind of waited. I figured since she lived on the same floor as me, I'd eventually see her. Turns out that I was right. You see, one day, I heard a door open across the hall. I quietly got up and walked over towards the door, just in time to see the Goth chick start walking down the hallway... except her skirt got caught on a nail or something sticking out of the floorboard because it tore right off her pale, elegant frame. I could hear her scream 'oh shit,' and quickly reach down to cover her lacey black panties. She paused for a moment, and then confident that nobody was there, she turned back and walked over to her apartment. In the process, I got a nice view of her skinny little ass. I'm not exactly sure why I did it, but I carefully unzipped my pants, trying hard not to make a sound. I whipped out my dick and began to stroke it as I stared at the now skirtless Goth chick struggling to unlock her apartment and get back in before anybody saw her. It didn't last long, but it was enough for me to get hard and drip some cum onto my floor. I'm sure the landlord is going to love cleaning that stain out of the carpet! That tantalizing view of my Goth neighbor's ass fueled my masturbatory fantasies for about a week, I swear! I thought about her in my dreams, when I was laying in bed, and in the shower in the morning. I just kept jerking off to that image which was now burnt into my mind's eye. Well that's when I started to watch her every time she left her apartment. Being that I work from my computer, I can stay in whenever I want, so I was able to get a good idea of the girl's schedule. Even fully clothed, she was pretty damned hot. She had a bad tendency to wear either skin-tight leather outfits or lacey, see-through fabrics. Either way, it got me hot to watch her saunter through the hallway every morning. Sometimes, when I was really lucky, she'd brush right past my door, giving me a bird's eye view of her cleavage or her back. I remember once when she walked by I actually shot my load, splattering my cum across the door. She stopped for a moment, and I was scared shitless that she must have heard me. My heart was pounding away in my chest, and my breath slowed almost to the point of stopping, but fortunately, the Goth girl decided to walk on. Once she was safely far away, I literally collapsed on the couch. And things probably would have continued on like that for a while, relatively uneventful, were it not for the fact that I still had to leave the apartment for groceries. One evening, just as I had stepped out into the hallway, I saw her door open. As if on cue, my cock immediately began to stiffen in my pants. Sure enough, Goth girl came out, clad in a lacey white dress, with torn fishnets and heels, and a fearsome assortment of body piercings. "Hi," she said to me as she closed and locked her doors. "Right back at you," I said as I tried to regain my composure. "So long time no see," she said walking over to me, her white dress flowing behind her, "I don't think I've run into you since... oh, since I moved in, in fact!" "Is that so," I said, "Well I'm Steve..." "And I'm Lorna," she said. LORNA! Not Linda, or Lisa, or anything else. I never would have guessed that name in a million years... "Well it's nice to meet you Lorna," I said extending my hand. She glanced around the hall furtively. "You want to know something Steve," she said leaning in towards me. "Ummm," I stammered, "What's that." "I know that you've been watching me," she whispered. I froze dead in my tracks when she said that. "Don't be ridiculous," I told her. "Oh no," she continued, "I know you've been watching me... why do you think I always like to stop in front of your door and adjust my panties?" I gulped. "And you know what else Steve," she whispered as she traced her fingers across my chest, "I... think... it's... hhhooottt!" She literally hissed out the last word like some sort of lust filled succubus. "R... really?" "MMm hmm," she replied, "But you know what would be even hotter? What if we gave into our desires and did it, right here, right now..." "Where everyone could see us," I asked. "We could get caught any minute," she squealed in excitement. Now I've never been into the whole exhibitionist thing. I mean, sure I get the appeal, but it's not exactly something I ever thought that I would be acting out in public. But when a beautiful woman is practically offering herself to you on a silver platter, you don't say 'no.' You just take it and run with it, which is what I did. "Sounds good to me," I said as I roughly grabbed her and lifted up her white dress. I pinned my leggy Gothic waif against the wall, spreading her legs and pulling down her lacey black panties. Her fishnets were already torn up, which made it easier for me to gain access to her sweet, sweet young cunt. As I brought my lips to hers, I started to finger her cunt. The Goth girl was writhing in pleasure as I worked her over. I could feel her slender fingers take hold off my ass as our bodies pressed against each other's. After bringing her through a couple of orgasms, I slipped my hand out of her juicy pussy, undid my belt, and unzipped my pants. I let them fall to the floor. Lorna opened her eyes for a moment and looked down, then went back to work making out with me. She slowly slipped my briefs down to the floor and started to jerk my cock in her skillful hands. "Oh yeah," I said as she slid down to her knees, "That's what I'm talking about!" "If you like that, then you'll love this," she said. And then she popped the head of my cock into her mouth. As her head bobbed up and down, trying to fit as much of my shaft into her throat as humanly possible, I ran my hands through her short, purple hair. It was amazing, but I could actually feel the piercing in her tongue rubbing against the tip of my cock. Damn did that feel good! "Fuck Lorna," I said as she sucked me off, "I'm going to cum! I'm going to shoot my load down your throat!" She didn't seem to mind, and soon she was swallowing an entire gob of my white hot seed. Lorna stopped for a moment, letting my dick slip out of her mouth, and then rose to her feet. She swallowed again and wiped some of my cum from off her lips, then just looked at me and smiled. Unfortunately, it was right then and there that we noticed a rather large crowd of apartment residents gathering around us. Lorna hardly seemed to be phased by this, though. "What do you think Steve," she said taking hold of my still rock hard cock, "Should we give them a show!" There was no point in feigning modesty at this point, so I simply turned and ignored the crowd of gawkers. I could hear some of them cheering my own as I spread my Goth lover's legs and sunk the length of my dick deep into her sticky cunt. She was crying out in pleasure, bucking her hips back and forth as I fucked her. Eventually we wound up on the floor, writhing and rolling around on top of each other. I took hold of her hips and roughly pound in and out of her. Apparently someone told the landlord, who in turned called the cops. I just barely managed to finish before the police got there, shooting my load up into Lorna's pussy just before they arrested us. We were both leaking our juices across the floor as we were escorted off the apartment premises and taken down to the jail. Needless to say, we since have been kicked out of the apartment. But looking back on the whole sequence of events, if you asked me if it was worth it, I would say yes! Hell, I'd do her all over again! Eviction She didn't want to say anything. It wasn't that bad, really. It wasn't home, but it was clean and dry. Small. But clean. "Jesus," he said. "It's not that bad, Tommy," she said, trying to believe it as she said it. She looked up into his tired eyes and smiled at him. "I'm so sorry, Mel." His voice was thin and weary. Dry leaves over the sidewalk. That's what she thought of. That thin rasping. He'd been working non-stop to put what little they had left into a storage unit. 48 hours of packing and carrying. She didn't know how to drive a manual shift so he had to do that too. They'd managed to fit everything into one giant truck. She tried to help, but all she could do was try to make sure he had something to eat as he worked. "I'm sorry I couldn't help more, Tommy," she said as he walked in the little room. She shut the door behind them and looked around the little room. "Don't worry about it, he said wearily. He dropped down to the bed, slumping down and just staring out to the wall. "Um...Oh, they have air conditioning. That's nice." "Yeah." "Do you... Why don't you go get cleaned up. You'll feel better." "Right," he said, rubbing his hands over his face. "I'm so sorry, Mel." He sounded so stretched. So thin. He just stared out at the pale walls. She sat down next to him and took his hand, feeling the warm flesh. "Stop saying that," she said softly. "You did what you could do." "It was just too much. I can't make that much." "Mom and dad didn't leave you much to work with." "I should have been able to do something." She wrapped her arms around him, and pressed her face to his shoulder. "Jesus..." "We'll be alright. Let's just forget about the house. It's not ours now, so let's not waste our thoughts worrying about it." "For Christ's sake, we're..." He just shook his head, letting his arm drape over her shoulders as she held him. His free hand wiped down his dirty face. "We've got enough to stay two nights. I get my check Saturday. You get yours on Monday. We'll be fine." "If I'd known things were that bad, I'd have gotten a real job," he said. "I didn't know." "Tommy, you have to put this all behind us. I can refund my summer tuition. Full refunds go all the way to next Wednesday. We'll think of something." "I don't want you to cancel your classes. Mom and dad wouldn't want that." "Well, they wouldn't want us out on the street either." "We're living in a fucking motel, Melanie." "And we're fine. Mom and Dad put the house in hock, not us." "I tried, Mel, I really did. I went to everyone I could think of for a loan. There's no one can float us that much." "Tommy, go get a bath. You'll feel better." "I don't want a bath." "It'll make the aches go away. Take a shower, then fill the tub and just slide under the water. I'll set this all up." "How you feeling?" "I'm fine." "You feel warm." The backs of his fingers laid against her ear, then her forehead. "I'm just tired." "You take all your pills? I didn't even check," he said angrily. "I'm sorry." He jumped up and threw his bag on the bed, nearly ransacking the contents. "Tommy, I've got them in my little black zipper," she said, digging through her duffel and pulling the little nylon case out. "Oh. I'm sorry. I'm just tired." "I'm sure. I don't know how you did it." "I'm going to take a shower," he said, standing up with a grunt. He limped on his foot. He was a wreck. She watched her brother, someone she always saw as a kind of giant, walk with effort through the little room into the bathroom. She looked around, looking repeatedly at the cheap curtains and thinking of the soft, shimmering weave curtains she had in her bedroom. But she didn't have a bedroom anymore. She didn't have a kitchen, or a dining room, or anything. She had a little room that cost more than they had to spend, and it wasn't anywhere she wanted to sleep. She waited until she heard the shower curtain roll along before she cried. It had been hard enough to lose her mom and dad. But they were just starting to get their lives back together when they lost the house. Tommy had been trying to save it, but it was too far in debt. The bank owned it, and that was that. It wasn't the bank's fault. She understood that. It was just something that happened. There wasn't enough life insurance left over to pay for anything more than a few meals and the rental truck. Her house, the place she lived, and played as a child, and the place where she had her first goodnight kiss from a boy, the place she first...it wasn't hers anymore. She wiped her eyes and let out a long breath, putting her hands in her jacket pockets. She felt the crumpled up eviction order. It felt so normal. Just a piece of paper. But it was like a big knife in her gut. She had saved it, pulling it from the trash after Tommy had finished talking to the deputy sheriff. He was a nice old man. He'd come by to make sure they understood what was going to happen. Tommy had talked him into stalling long enough to let him move their stuff out. They didn't want strangers coming in and dumping everything on the front lawn. He understood. He had told Tommy that he would come by and check on them every few hours. As long as they were making progress and they weren't just stalling to try and give themselves time to find something else, he'd keep the crew from coming out. Tommy had crumpled up the eviction order and tossed it in the trash. She'd pulled it free. She looked at it for almost an hour that night. It seemed incredibly simple for something that had the power to take their home and put them on the street. In the motel room, listening to the water run, she took a calming breath and smoothed the eviction order out, pressing her little fingers along the paper as she laid it on her lap. She folded it neat and set it in a small pocket on her duffel. She pulled out a rumpled dollar she found in her jacket pocket. Every dollar mattered. The room was 45 dollars a night. It was tiny, and it was all they could get. Everyone else wanted credit cards and they didn't have any that weren't stretched to the limit. Melanie sighed in resignation and set about making the room as presentable as she could. It was clean enough, but it wasn't home. * * * * Tom slid under the water, having to bend his legs up to fit, but sighing as he felt the hot water relax his aching body. Two days. He'd done nothing but carry boxes and furniture for two days straight. Lift as much as you want, he thought, two day of that, and you're fucking wiped. His fingers hurt to the point of not being able to make a fist. He'd never been that tired. Melanie had diligently kept an eye on his meals. She seemed to know just when he needed on the most. Never too heavy. She cleared a space in the mess at night and made a bed of blankets and the pillow she'd saved out. He only slept an hour, but it was glorious. He woke to her fingers brushing his hair from his face as she smiled down at him. She'd packed the entire living room in that time, and looked more than a little flushed. It was the last thing he let her do. "Tommy?" Her voice was faint behind the door. "Hmm?" "Can I come in? I have to pee." He slid the curtain across. "Yeah." He heard the door open and then shut. "You feel better?" she asked him. "Clean." "Um," she said, lifting the seat cover on the toilet. "Could you..." He used his foot to turn on the water, letting her use the toilet without him hearing. "Okay," she said, flushing. He cranked it back to normal and slid down, letting the water splash and cover his tight shoulders and neck. "Tommy?" "Yeah?" "I'm sorry you have to take care of me." "Don't say that, Mel," he said, sliding down to his chin. His knees were high as he lowered himself, pressing his feet tight to the far edge. "It's just...if it wasn't for me, you could have stayed with friends or something. I don't know." "I don't have any friends," he said. "Not around here, anyway." "Oh." "Just don't say that anymore, okay?" "Okay." Such a small voice. It fit her. She was tiny. Pretty like his mom was. Not stunning, but worth a glance. She had that same tussled blonde hair their mother had. He ran his hands through his hair, slicking it thick with the hot water. "How's your back?" He could almost see her sitting with her hands clasped together, resting on her little knees. She'd done it since she was a little kid. "Fine," he said. "Bath was a good idea." "You mind if I sit in here?" "No." "Okay." "Mel?" "Yeah?" "If there was a chance I could buy the house back..." "No, Tommy. We don't need to go into debt like that." She paused a moment. His eyes drooped shut. "You think you could?" "What?" He forced his eyes open again. The room stretched back into focus. "The house. You...you think there's a chance you could get it back?" "I don't know. Might be able to." "No, don't do it. We'll find something. We wouldn't have lived there forever anyway." "This isn't what I wanted for you, Melanie." "You're my brother, Tommy. Not my dad." "I'm just sorry as hell, that's all." "Me too." "Jesus, we're homeless." He looked to the ceiling and let out a long breath. "I mean, that's not something that actually happens to you." "It happened." "I should have just taken the money we had and gotten us an apartment." "We both decided this was right. It was our home. We had to try to save it." "I fucked it up," he said, closing his eyes and sitting up. He rested his arms along the edge of the tub. "Uhh..." "Mel?" "I don't feel so good," she said weakly. "What's wrong?" he asked shoving the curtain aside. She sat perched on the closed toilet and had her hand to her chest. She looked pale. "Mel!" He jumped out, catching her before she fell. He lifted her little body and carried her quickly to the bed. Her skin looked like milk. Her lips moved as she tried to breath. He snatched her little pack up and nearly broke the zipper as he opened it. His big stupid fingers had trouble with the little pill bottle. When he finally got it undone, he frantically pulled loose a little yellow pill half the size of a Tic Tac. "Come on, honey, you have to swallow this. Shit," he said. He ran to the bathroom and ripped open the plastic wrap on a cup and filled it with water. He ran back, trying not to spill too much of it and saw her stiffening up and then relaxing. She was stiff again as he bent over her. Water dripped from his hair to her shirt. "Okay, Mel, just take this and we'll be fine, okay?" He pushed the pill into her mouth and carefully lifted her head as he tipped the cup to her lips. He started breathing again when he saw her throat slowly move, swallowing the pill and the water. Not too much, just enough to get it down her throat. She wheezed and went deathly still for nearly a minute until she started to breath again. Her eyes fluttered and she looked around, blinking, and crying. "It's okay, Mel," he said, softly. "You're fine." "My chest hurts," she cried softly. "I know. It'll go away," he said, smoothing her hair back. "Promise." "I'm sorry," she said. "I think I forgot to take a pill, or..." "Or, you've been up for two days and your little body just can't do that." "Maybe," she said, wiping at her eyes. He waited until she drifted asleep before going in to dry off. "Tommy?" She looked around as he rushed up to the bed. "Yeah, Mel. I'm right here. You want to take a shower?" "Uh-uh. I just want to sleep." He helped her sit up as she pulled off her shirt. He looked away as he held out one of his T-shirts for her. "You don't have to look away," she laughed. "You've seen me naked. "It's different when you're unconscious," he said with a grin. "How's your chest feel?" "Better." "We're not off to a great new start, are we?" "Not really. Okay," she said. He looked to her as she pulled the T-shirt down over her hips. He pulled her to her feet, watching her wobble a bit and blink hard and fast. "Head?" "It's pounding like someone just hit me with a bat," she said, holding herself steady on his arm. He held her softly as she leaned into him. She put her hand to her head, holding them tight and gritting her teeth. Tom rubbed his hand down her back, speaking softly into her ear. Finally, letting out a long breath, and looking as tired as she'd ever looked, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight. The top of her head barely came to his rib cage. "Get some sleep," he said. "There's nothing we can do for the next few days, so we can sleep all day if we need to." "Okay," she said. She lifted the shirt to get to her jeans. She let them drop and held his arms as she stepped out of the pool of denim. She started to bend over to take off her socks when she suddenly grabbed at his hand. "Careful," he said, sitting her on the edge of the bed. Her little hand came up to her head as she closed her eyes. "I'm getting worse, Tommy," she said. It sounded like a confession. Her eyes had big dark circles under them. "You're doing fine," he said, looking at her. He smiled and knelt down in front of her, taking her foot in his hand. He carefully slid her sock off and tossed it to the floor. He did the same to the other and lifted her feet to the mattress as she laid back. "Are you going to sleep?" she asked in her small voice. "Yeah. In just a few minutes." "Okay," she said closing her eyes. He pulled the sheet over her, lifting it to her shoulders. Her long hair spilled around her, the dark blonde of her curly locks contrasting with the normally pale peach of her face. He checked the door, pulling the chain across and turning off the main light. He adjusted the waist of his boxers and looked around the room. "Mother fucker," he said, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck. * * * * Melanie woke in the middle of the morning. The sun tried to shove it's way around the thick curtains. She felt her stomach trying to turn itself inside out. Her hair dropped in front of her face. She rolled, trying to get out of the sheet without waking Tommy. His big body was on its side and she watched the even rise and fall of his thick chest. She stumbled as her feet hit the floor. She moved fast, feeling her way along as she wove through the room and into the bathroom. Her heart was beating so fast. It was a feeling that scared her. It made her jumpy and sluggish all at once. She made it to the toilet, flipping the lid up just in time to lose her stomach. There wasn't much. She'd barely eaten in the last two days. Her appetite was miniscule to begin with, but she'd noticed that she only ate because she had to anymore. Hunger was a remembered thing, not a thing of fact for her. She held her hair aside with one hand and put her other to her belly as it heaved. She coughed, feeling tears slide down her face. Her head was killing her. It felt like water was being pumped into her skull, filling harder and harder. Her vision started to darken, and she felt a curious and almost peaceful absence of balance and gravity. Then it swirled back to right, leaving her with only the throbbing pain to which she was so accustomed. She stood up, stumbling back into the wall and held her head. All she could think was how she was a drag on her big brother. His life wasn't his because of her. They were homeless because of her. She couldn't do anything. She couldn't walk up too many stairs without having to sit down and try to not have a heart attack, or puke. Melanie reached forward, still holding a hand over her racing heart and flushed the toilet. She made her way to the little sink and counter outside the bathroom. She found the half used bottle of mouthwash she'd put out when Tommy was having his shower. The taste was bitter, and she almost gagged again as she tried to gargle quietly. She stood, leaning over the sink as she tried to get herself to calm down. Her heart... It just kept going. She went on shaky legs back to bed and sat down on the mattress, her feet dangling just off the floor. "Mel?" His big hand was over her shoulder, squeezing as she looked back. "I had to pee." "You okay?" "Fine." "What time is it?" She looked over to the cheap little clock by her pillow. "Just a little after 10." "Jesus, I feel like I just went to sleep." "Sleep some more. You need it." "What about you?" "I'm not tired." "Mel, are you okay?" "Fine," she said, smiling at him. "You hungry?" "Not really. You can eat, though. I'm sure you're hungry." She closed her eyes and pushed down the urge to puke again. "I can wait." He made a noise of pain as he sat up. "What's wrong?" "Just sore," he said. "Whole body." "You worked really hard." "Yeah," he said flatly. "How about some sun?" she asked, looking over her shoulder. He was rubbing at his thick shoulder and carefully rotating his arm. "Sun?" "It rained the last two days. I thought you might like a little sun." "Sure," he laughed. She took a second to steady herself, not wanting him to see how bad she was. Her fingers closed around the thick weave of the curtain and pulled it aside, letting the sun fall suddenly into the room. "Christ," Tommy said. "What?" "My damn toes hurt. I don't think there's anything that doesn't." "What are we going to do, Tommy?" It wasn't a question asked in desperation. It was just a curious statement. "Well, with your check, and my check, that's about five hundred. And I think you're right. We'll refund your tuition. I'll make sure you go back next semester. I promise. So, there's almost a thousand. We can probably get a little apartment. I mean, we owe on my credit cards, but we're not behind, so that's probably good." He grunted as he stood up and moved his normally powerful frame with deliberate thought and great effort. "You think we can get a decent place?" "Don't know. I can sell my truck. Buy a decent car and there's a little more cash." "It won't be so bad," she said, walking to the bed. His shirt drifted around her like a robe. "I'm sure I can get my own place soon. I'll take on a full week at work." "The hell you will," he said, picking up his duffel bag. "You scare the hell out of me with the 20 hours you work now." "But I hardly make anything. I have to do something." "You'll go to school. You'll get a good job that won't...wear you out. That's the end of it." She heard the quick anger in his voice. "Tommy, I feel so useless," she said quietly. "I'm sorry, Mel. I'm just a little stressed. I shouldn't have... I'm sorry." "What are you looking for?" He was digging through his duffel bag, pushing aside the clothes. "I had a list of apartments we could look at. I thought I put it in my bag." "Oh, I put that in mine." "Let me see it," he said, sitting at the small table by the window. She pulled it from her bag and tossed the folded newspaper section to him. "Um, I hate to bring this up, but what about...um, my pills and all that." She looked at her small feet as they scrunched along the flat, red and green patterned carpet. "Yeah, I know," he said, nodding. "We'll figure it all in." "It's just... I was on mom's insurance from work, and it runs out next month." "We'll just have to pay for it." "Thing is, without insurance, it's...it's really expensive." "Mel, we'll figure it out. You can't go without them." "No, I know, but..." "Mel. We'll figure it all out." "Yeah," she said, looking down into her hands. She pressed the shirt into the well of her crossed legs. He could make it without her. All she brought was hardship to the whole thing. "We'll find something," he said, looking down the paper. Eviction Notice Thats what it said on the envelope. Typed in. Not handwritten, but not exactly official looking either. I'd been expecting it, my job hasn't exactly been keeping me in ferraris. The contents of the envelope were as follows... "Dear Tenant, I know times are tough. I am willing to accept certain bartered services for the remainder of the rent." Respectfully, The landlady. "P.S. If you're interested, show up at my home at 11pm. Wear whatever you're comfortable with, but be sure to wear a mask that conceals your face." That was it, nothing more. I knew what this meant. This landlady can be evil. Totally taking advantage of my misfortune, she has had me do some horribly humiliating things. The last time I was shy on the rent, she made me entertain several of her very attractive lady friends at her home. She made me wear a thong like Chippendales,and called me Poolboy all night, that all the girls loved. One of the girls even put a bit of lipstick on me for the humilitation and laughter of it all. None of them hurt me, but they all laughed and I guess hurt my pride, pinching my ass, waving their tits in my face, while serving them drinks. I do remember coming home with a massive hardon though. That lady loves control. So, after a shower, dinner, a couple glasses of wine, I went to the closet and, after digging for a bit, pulled out an old "HE-MAN" skeletor mask and made my way to the home of the landlady. When I got to the door, I hesitated, took a breath, put on my mask and rang the bell. When the door opened, I was surprised to find we were alone. Just me, and her. She was soo hot. Dark eyes behind a crimson mardi gras feather mask,an evil grin leering underneath. I can see those sexy lips, dark hair, and a schoolgirl pair of legs to die for. If she wasn't so evil, I'd probably try to fuck her more often, but she's a strong bitch, and likes to keep it that way. She leads me in and hands me a glass of wine, and sipping her own, leads me to the couch. "So!" I say, "Whats with the mask?" "All in good time. Now as I see it, you owe a substantial amount for rent, and I assume you don't have it nor the late fee. Am I correct?" "Yes Ma'am," was all I could say, feeling very "scolded". "Very well, I'm giving you a treat today Lateboy." "Lateboy? Better than Poolboy." I thought to myself. "I'm feeling extra frisky tonight Lateboy so if you let me have my way with you, I'll waive the entire rent, all of it. Do we have a deal?" "Have your way with me? You mean, sexually?" I was going to lose my mind. I'd kill to fuck this hottie, and here I am getting the proposition of a lifetime,to basically be her "boytoy". There must be a God! But I better make it look good, so in my most reluctant sounding voice I say, "Ok. I'll do it. Whatever you say." "Excellent!" She exclaims. I'll just slip into something more comfortable. So there I was, left alone in a lovely home. surrounded by various antiquities, signs of a very sophisticated and cultured woman. I'll bet she'll teach me a thing or two." I joked to myself. After an eternity she was back, still wearing the makeup, but instead of the evening gown she answered the door in, she was in a very flimsy negligee. The kind you see in magazines, and various soft porn. Nothing too revealing, just enough to make my bulge rage in my pants. she looked hot, and the mask with that evil grin made it even hotter. She leads me to the couch, and after sitting down, she leads me in to kiss her lips. They were awesome. I can't believe this is happening. I lay on top of her kissing her holding her face and graze her cheek in my hand as we passionately envelope each others tongues. Suddenly I hear the creaking of metal teeth against metal teeth and the tinkle of a small chain. I was handcuffed. Before I could react, the other cuff was attached to the arm of the couch we were sitting on. I was helpless. She breathes heavy with delight and she literally takes my shoulders and applies pressure signaling me to head south. I kissed her neck, her throat pausing only to cup her breasts in each hand and gently kissing the nipples through the negligee fabric. and after kissing and licking her cleavage I continued down my chosen path once more. Kissing her stomach, licking her "happy trail" until my lips found her mound, and as she spread her legs wide she leaned back on the couch and the words "Lick me Lateboy." whispered from her lips. I pulled back the black panties with my one uncuffed hand and revealed her sexiness. Beautifully hot and sexily shaven, already glistening with the anticipation of my hot mouth. I lean forward and gently place my mouth on her. No tongue, more like an open mouthed kiss. The scent and the taste sent me into orbit, I buried my tongue gently inside her, as she let out a whimpering "Yeah." As I buried my face inside her, I reached up with my free hand and began grazing the tips of my fingers back and forth over the bulging fabric of each of her nipples pressed against her nighty. They were full and erect, telltale signs I was doing a great job for her. She took my head in her hands and guided me to the prize. her clit was throbbing in my mouth. I kissed and sucked her hungrily, eagerly, I was in heaven. It tasted so good, and whats more, I think I am more turned on at the fact she is making me do it, I have to do it and do it good. Why does that make me so hot? She reached down since I was at a 90 degree angle, and started stroking my already swollen cock. it was awesome. She didn't bother licking her hand as I was already starting to drip precum she smeared my wetness all over the head of my shaft, and stroked me lovingly as I ate her. I could feel her heartbeat, her breathing was getting shallow, her pulse raced, I could tell she was going to cum. I licked and sucked her with reckless abandon. Gyrating my head touching her nipples in slow circles, my cock getting pumped like a piston engine, and then, finally, She lets out a moan that in itself almost made me lose it right there,and I start to feel the warm flow all over my lips. My Sexy landlady, is cumming in my mouth, despite the awkwardness of the stupid mask. I knew I had done my job and done it well. I think I earned my rent and then some. Maybe she should just GIVE ME an apartment for that performance. I continue to eat her until I know she is spent, and I have lapped every drop of honey from her. I sit up, and she passes me my wineglass refilled, as we both peer into each others eyes, we smile. I say "cheers" and we drink til our glasses are empty. So after I put down my glass, I say, "Well that was awesome, I guess we're even now?" Thats when she laughed. "No no no hun, you're not going anywhere. You're mine tonight remember?" Besides, you haven't even cum yet. The least I can do is make you cum too." She was right, on all counts. I agreed to be hers tonight, so I am hers. How bad could it be? Ok She lets me fuck her all night. I'm cool with that. "Of course of course." I sigh, still trying to make it seem like I'm not TOTALLY LOVING THIS. "Wonderful. Pour us some more wine while I get ready." she exclaims as she gleefully runs out of the room giggling. I pour our glasses full with my free hand, and after a sip, I get undressed the rest of the way.There I am naked kneeling on the floor in front of the couch, because I am handcuffed to the damned thing. When the landlady returns and stands in front me with a big smile on her face, and says in a sultry tone "I hope you're ready for me "Lateboy."" Thats when I saw it. She was wearing the same outfit, the mask, the sexy black negligee' only instead of the matching panties she was wearing something much more sinister. A strapon cock. I gasped when I saw it. It was huge. 7 inches easily. she held it in her hand like a weapon. It WAS a weapon, and I think I was to be her victim. "I always wanted to try this." She says evilly. What could I do? How can I get out of this one I thought to myself, but I was at a loss. She owns me. "Get to your knees!" She demanded," And think of every girl you made suck your cock, and start sucking mine." I had to do what I was told. I had to do it. I climbed to my knees, though it was awkward still being cuffed. and looked up at her. Even with a cock, she was so fucking gorgeous. Her evil smile still leering under her mask. Her firm tits poking out of that negligee like they were trying to escape from their silky prison. She waved her cock in front of my face, I think I even heard her giggle as she placed her hand on top of my head and pulled my mouth to her cock. "Good boy" she said as I opened my mouth, closed my eyes, and put her in my mouth. I could taste her, on the cock, as if she fucked herself with it prior to wearing it just to make me lick her cum off it. With her hand on the back of my head she began to slowly buck her hips, pushing herself deeper into my throat. At first I physically protested pulling my head back, which she seemed to enjoy that much more, forcing me to suck a cock. Her cock. This powerful lady wielding more power over me than any other woman ever had. I sucked her. Her shaft in and out of my mouth, "She is fucking my face." I thought. All I could do was take it. As I was being mouthraped, I did start thinking of all the girls I made suck my cock, how humiliated they must have felt, how out of control. How weak they must have felt. I'm feeling it too. She shoved her cock in and out of my mouth, I was repulsed, I was disgusted, making me do something horrible like this. So why is my cock so hard? As I totally forgot about everything else in my life and world, but pleasing my Landlady, I sucked her. I sucked her cock. She was bucking her hips holding the back of my head literally fucking my mouth. still naked and on my knees, my hard cock is literally banging up against her legs as she pulls me back and forth to her big strapon. I think the Landlady came again because of this half moan half chuckle she let out before she finally stopped ramming her cock down my throat. But as soon as I no longer tasted her pussy soaked rubber cock on my lips I started thinking of what could happen next. She wouldn't would she? I remained silent as she eased herself back on the couch arms draped over each side, with her big rubber tool waving back and forth as if swaying in a breeze. "Did you like that?" she asked? I didn't know what to say. If it was some guy land lord saying suck me for rent I'd decline only AFTER beating the hell out of him. But the humiliation this girl put me through, and now going as far to make me do something I would never do under any circumstances, is what turned me on. Looking up and seeing her tits bouncing as she fucked my face turned me on, and the thought that she was truly enjoying herself really turned me on. "Do you want me to like it?"I asked making sure I stay in my "role." "No," was all she muttered. There was a long pause, as I looked down at the ground sitting at her feet. When I looked up, I noticed she was literally stroking her cock. Not hard or fast. Slowly, thoughtfully as if her mind was preoccupied with the possibilities of what she is capable of. At the moment, my mind was pretty occupied with the possibilities she was capable of too. Finally she spoke... "So, guess what happens next?" "We kiss gooodnight and I go home with my rent paid?" I asked sarcastically. As she finishes yet another glass of wine, she murmers, "I'm sorry baby, but I've always wanted to try one of these. You're gonna be a good boy and take my cock." "Please, not that." was all I could manage to whisper before she got up and starts pushing me over the couch. "I'll pay the rent, just gimme a couple more days I'll have it." "Too late hun." she says as she has put me into "position" on my knees in front of the couch. my one free hand supporting the weight of me as my other hand was still tethered. I could feel her kneeling behind me, I was scared, I didn't want this. I again pleaded with her. "Please I don't want this. You'll be raping me." "Thats right big boy.You're gonna take my cock, while I have my fun and fuck your little brains out." "No Please baby." Not a word as she is positioning herself behind me. "No I can't" I feel a glob of some kind of lubricant slathered on my crack. "No please!" I cry out. Suddenly I feel the tip of cock pressing against my ass. I let out a yelp of some kind, as she pushes the head into my ass. The pain was intense, I cried out, and she released the pressure against me, but before I could take a breath again she entered me only deeper this time. Again I cried out, she laughed for just a moment and pushed her big cock even further. Once she was confident I was taking all her cock, she began slowly fucking me. Slowly and rhythmically her cock starts sliding in out of me. She was raping my ass. I clenched my fists I gritted my teeth as I felt her bucking against me, hands on my hips, fucking my ass regardless of how much I cried out, yelped, screamed, she just kept going.She was in control, and I was nothing more than her little bitch. My sweat building inside my rubber mask, "I heard her mumbling under her breath, " Not having the rent huh Lateboy? Do you think money grows on trees you piece of shit?" She grabs my hair and I pull my head back only to see another rubber cock in front of my face attached to the couch. "Suck it while I fuck you." She gagged me on it, and went back to fucking me. "That oughta keep you quiet." she says happily. "Fucking bitch" I thought to myself. All I could do was hope beyond hope, that if I did what she wanted, the way she wanted it, she would cum that much quicker, and this ordeal would be over with. So I obliged, I sucked her cock, but the pain in my ass was intense, she was fucking me so hard, she wanted it to humiliate me, make me her bitch, and I knew that.I accepted my fate. Suddenly, my ass didn't hurt as much, as if my body relaxed a bit to the ramming she was giving me. As the pain lessened, I realized suddenly that there I was with this hot girl fucking my ass, making me suck her and fuck her, and it was then I began to not only bear with the situation, but I start enjoying it. I begged her to stop, only for effect if nothing else, which made her start grunting and fucking me harder, which in turn made me that much hotter.I buck back matching her every thrust with my own, I suck the cock she put in front of me. My own cock bouncing and flapping against my stomach raging hard, she fucks me hard and fast, both of us moaning in ecstacy. She reaches around and grabs my cock, and noticing how hard it was goes back to pumping my cock like before using my precum as lubricant. All the while fucking my ass. she starts moaning louder, as I do as her thrusts get shallow, and less rhythmic, she was going to cum again. Not only does a hot girl take me for the first time like this, but is going to cum too. I begged her to stop again, and she pumps me, both my cock and my ass, Suddenly she cries out as she grabs my ass and pulls me to her deeper than ever, and I know she is cumming just as I started to cum as well. the timing could not have been more perfect.We explode in an orgasm that rocked the very foundation. We both cry out together is if the mix of pain and pleasure humilition and control all mixed into one amazing burst of energy. She collapses on top of me and uncuffed me. I'm still on my knees and bury my face into her couch cushion as we both take a needed breath. We just stay there, frozen in time. I think even she was amazed with what just happened. Slowly we finish our wine, dress, and realize we both just had the night of our lives. As she walks me to the door, she hands me a receipt that says PAID IN FULL in bold letters. We both let out a little chuckle. "You will have next months rent on time I presume?" She questions. "I hope not." I thought to myself. It wasn't a week later when I received an Email that gave me a link to a video called, "LATEBOY PAYS THE RENT" I had to click, and there I was, Skeletor being raped by the landlady. We're on the top 5 Hitlist on that website. I guess she paid the rent with it. At least we wore masks. I must have watched the free video preview a hundred times today. THE END Eviction: Prologue & Week 01 Author's Note: Because of the length of this novel, I have decided to break it up, posting each "chapter" separately. This is my most recent reader request project that I have been working on since July. As always, I would like to thank the reader who worked with me on this idea and helped me bring the characters to life. Since this is a novel, there is going to be a lot of plot, which may be a departure for some short story readers. That being said, there is still a lot of erotica in this, so be aware that there may be some space between erotic scenes, with one full chapter being devoted to plot (I'll post a note at the beginning of that chapter). This story is inspired by the reality show "Big Brother", however loyal fans of the show will see a departure from its format. This novel focuses mostly around a contestant named Gwen, who must not only navigate the common problems that arise when you live with eleven strangers, but also fight the temptation of the men in the house, as she has a boyfriend watching back home. The novel is also interspersed with other character stories, and their issues and relationships within the house. As always, feedback is appreciated, so please feel free to tell me what you liked and where I can improve. I will be posting each new chapter as soon as the previous one is approved and posted, so you will not have to wait long for this story's conclusion. Thanks for reading. Katie Prologue She was sitting in the green room of the studio, nerves frayed with anticipation. After an extensive interview process, health examination, and thousands of questions, she finally had approval to participate in her most ridiculous idea yet, to take part in the reality show Eviction. "Nervous?" her boyfriend asked, sitting beside her on the white couch. "Yea. A little." He reached over and grabbed her hand, squeezing it lightly. "Don't worry about it. You'll be fine." "Easy for you to say. You're not the one who has to worry about making a fool of yourself on national TV." He chuckled. "True," he said. He pulled her face towards his, staring into her silver eyes. "But I know you. If you act like your loveable self, this will be an easy for you to win." "Do you really think so?" "Yes. You made me fall in love with you." She gave a side smile. "That was not as easy as you make it sound." "I beg to differ." "Two minutes until show time," a garbled voice said over the loud speaker. She stood up, her hand still clasped in his. It was now dawning on her that she would be without him for the next ten weeks. No letters, no phone calls, no video chats. No contact of any kind. She was going to feel hollow without him. "I'm going to miss you," she said, nervously biting her lip. "I am too," he said, bringing a hand to her face. He stroked her cheek gently, and she closed her eyes as she memorized his touch. "I'll try to watch the show as often as I can." "Hopefully the next time you see me, I'll have won this game and we can get on with our lives together." She felt his lips against hers, earnest and intense. She pushed her lips against his and parted hers, allowing him to slip his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues twirled around each other, savoring the last time they would be together. After a minute, they pulled apart. "I love you, Gwen," he said, in panted whisper. "I love you too, Jessie." They gazed at each other lovingly, lost in the moment. "All contestants, please report to Soundstage A," the garbled voice returned, penetrating their silence. Moments later, the door opened and a studio hand stood in the doorway, waiting to escort Gwen to the soundstage. Without another word, Gwen gave Jessie one final kiss, then left to face her future. Week 1: Let the Games Begin Introductions Gwen waited patiently outside of the house, nervous as the cameras rolled. She gazed around at the eleven other competitors she faced. Among them were a short girl with auburn hair, a heavily tattooed man, an older woman with short black hair, and a tanned, muscled man. Gwen felt she did not stick out like some of these people, but she knew that might help her in this game. Gwen planned to keep low early in the game, only to pull the rug out from everyone in the end. She knew if her appearance were radical, it would be more difficult to stay low. The doors to the house opened, allowing the contestants to enter. The first to run into the house was a tall, broad man with messy brown hair. He bounded up the steps two at a time in excitement. Some of the other contestants followed and Gwen found herself in the middle of the pack. Gwen entered into the living room of the house. The area was surrounded by a heavy black curtain, which secluded the contestants in the room. The walls were silver, which connected to a thin, soft dark gray carpet. In the middle of the room was a white table with a small collection of fake, blue flowers. On the left side of the table was a light blue sectional couch. On the right was a love seat in the same shade. At the closest side to Gwen sat a white armchair. At the far end of the table were two white ottomans. On the far wall of the room was a large, flat screen television that displayed a welcome message. The other contestants looked around in confusion before the message on the set changed. Contestants, welcome to Eviction. Over the next ten weeks, you will have to live in this house with eleven other strangers. Each week, someone will be sent home until only one person remains to collect the million-dollar prize. To stay in this game, you will have to earn the respect of your fellow housemates, who will determine who leaves each week. Your only safety net lies in the hands of America, as one person of their choosing will be safe from eviction each week. Gwen looked at her housemates, each of which was sizing up the competition. In order for her to stay through the game, she was going to have to be friends with most, if not all of them. No two people seemed alike. Gwen swallowed hard as she realized this might be harder than she thought. A bell rang out, drawing the contestants eyes back to the screen. Play smart. Play bold. Or you may find yourself outside those doors sooner than you anticipate. Let the game begin! Suddenly, the curtain lifted up, allowing them to access the rest of the house. Gwen watched as everyone sprinted through the house, cheering and hollering as they moved from room to room. Gwen followed the mass of people through the house, taking in a quick glimpse of her surroundings. She did not linger too long in any room. She knew she would become more familiar with this place in the coming weeks. For now, she was watching people's behaviors and trying to determine who was a good match to begin forming an alliance. She spotted a shy, fragile looking girl making her way towards the stairs. The broad man who was the first in the house sprinted past her and up the steps, nearly knocking the girl to the ground. She looked shaken as she regained her composure and moved up the stairs. Gwen followed her as she ascended the steps. Once on the second floor, the blonde haired girl turned left and entered the door at the end of the corridor. Gwen followed. Inside was a large bedroom, with four full sized beds. The walls of the room were a light pink. Each bed set had a different color scheme, as was the adjoining lamp. All the furniture was white. Next to each bed was a nightstand with a lamp. Next to the door were four dressers, lined up against the wall, with the drawers matching the color schemes of the beds. The room reminded Gwen of her bedroom when she was five. When Gwen entered, the blonde girl was in the right corner, sitting on the purple bed. Gwen smiled at her as she moved across the room towards the blue bed. "Are you okay?" Gwen asked gently. "I saw that guy almost run you over." "I'm fine, thank you," the girl responded timidly. She looked at Gwen briefly before dropping her blue eyes to her hands. "I'm Gwen," she said, outstretching her hand. The girl looked up and smiled as she grasped it. "Hattie." "That's a unique name. I like it." "Thank you. It was my grandmother's name." Gwen smiled, glad that she was able to break the ice with her. She seemed polite and innocent. She liked Hattie in just the few brief seconds of speaking with her and hoped that they could be friends. "Well, Hattie, is it okay if I room with you?" "Of course. I hope you don't mind, but purple is my favorite color." "Not at all. I'm partial to blue." The girls shared a laugh. Gwen could see they were going to be good friends. *** Gwen and Hattie made their way downstairs to gather with the other contestants. The first man in the house wanted everyone to get to know each other and it really did not seem like a bad idea. The two young women made their way to the couches. There were two open spots on the love seat, close to the ottomans. Gwen sat in the middle, while Hattie sat at the end, close to the muscled, tan man. He looked over at the two of them as they sat and gave a smile. Gwen noticed he had a beautiful smile. Paired with a gorgeous set of blue eyes, Gwen was captivated by him. Although she had Jessie back home, they had agreed they could look and appreciate, but never touch. She was taking full advantage of this policy. After a moment, Gwen had to force her gaze away from him. There was appreciating, but she was bordering on creepy. She distracted herself by looking around the room at her competition, although she could still feel his gaze on her. "Okay, let's get the introductions out of the way while we all still like each other," the first man said. Everyone in the room laughed at his true statement. It would not be long until they were ripping each other apart. "Why don't we start with you, little one," he said, pointing to Hattie. "Name, age, occupation, and where you're from." Hattie blushed and cleared her throat. Gwen could see some discomfort in her face at being put on the spot. "Okay. I'm Hattie and I'm twenty-two. I'm from a small town in Iowa that none of you would know the name of and I'm a currently a graduate student at the University of Chicago, studying evolutionary biology." "Wow. I now feel like the dumbest person in the room," said a woman sitting on across the room. "You're turn then," said the leader. "I'm Samantha and I'm a thirty year old waitress from Washington state." "Being a waitress doesn't make you dumb," Hattie reassured her. Samantha's brown eyes darkened, insulted by the assumption. She began to twirl a piece of her two-toned, brown and black hair. It seemed almost therapeutic. "No, but I didn't go to college," Samantha responded, unable to keep the anger from her voice. Gwen could see Hattie sinking back into the couch out of the corner of her eye. Samantha's glare was forcing her back. "Neither did I," said the youthful man on the other side of Gwen. Everyone's eyes were instantly drawn to him. "I'm Drew and I'm a twenty-four year old mechanic from Colorado," he said, running his hand through his short blond hair. "Did you bring any pot with you?" asked the leader. Drew let out a light chuckle at the man's eagerness. "No, not my thing. Besides not everyone in Colorado smokes." "Then what's the point of living in Colorado?" "Okay, funny man. What's your story?" Drew asked, turning to face the man who sat in the lounge chair. "I'm Jeremy and I'm a thirty year old bouncer from New York City," he responded with pride. His brown eyes shown the giddy excitement of a child. It was evident to Gwen that he liked his work. "Ever hit a guy?" asked the excessively tattooed man, who was sitting on the lounged portion of the sectional couch. "Of course. That's half the fun of the job," responded Jeremy, who could barely contain his excitement. "Your turn." He nodded to the other man. "Alright. I'm Walt and I'm a thirty-five year old tattoo artist from Arizona" he said, brushing his shoulder length black hair from his ice blue eyes. An uncomfortable silence fell over the room, as no one was sure what to say to him. The woman to his left shifted uncomfortably, as if she did not want to be near him. Gwen felt bad for Walt, but did not know how to make the conversation flow again. It was the older woman seated to his right that broke the silence. "I'm Zoey and I'm a forty-one years young stay at home mom to three annoying teenage boys in New Orleans. Just so we're clear, I came here to escape my children, not have to raise other people's children." Instantly, the room erupted in laughter. Zoey appeared to be a woman younger than her age. Her jet-black hair was cropped short, barely reaching her jawline. Although she had bags, her brown eyes were full of pent up energy. Gwen could see this was a vacation from her boys, which was probably much needed. "This side of the room has been awfully quiet," Jeremy said, gesturing to the men seated at the ottomans. "What about you, buddy?" He gestured to the man sitting the furthest from Gwen. "I'm Connor and I'm twenty-seven years old. I work for the Environmental Protection Agency office in Ohio." "Aww. So you protect little animals?" squealed the short, auburn haired girl to his left. "That's part of our job," he replied smiling at her excitement. "That's so cool." "Okay, tree hugger. You're up," commanded Jeremy. "I'm Quinn, I'm a twenty-four year old hair dresser from South Carolina, and obviously, I love animals." There was a light laughter amongst the group, but it was split by a booming voice. "Why is this starting to feel like an AA meeting?" said the man seated between Zoey and Samantha. He was overweight and out of shape. His salt and pepper hair combined with the lack of liveliness in his brown eyes showed he was the oldest person there. Jeremy turned to him, his eyes like daggers as he sized the man up. It was obvious that he did not like the man zapping the good vibe out of the room. "What's your story, gramps?" he asked coldly. "I'm Don. I'm a forty-seven year old banker from Michigan." "Hmm, sounds incredibly boring." He turned away from Don, not giving the older man a second thought. Instead, he focused his attention to the woman to his left. "Now on to this lovely lady over here." She rolled her eyes and sat up like a proper lady. She was dressed in office attire and acted as businesslike as she looked. "I'm Patricia, no I don't like being called Patty. I'm a lawyer from Los Angeles, and it is rude to ask a lady her age." The young guys in the group gave collective boos, as did Zoey. Patricia's business façade cracked a little, but she attempted to recover. "You're clearly younger than I, so fess up," Zoey ordered. Patricia relented, rolling her eyes again before she spoke. "Okay, okay. I'm thirty-two." "If it makes you feel better, you don't look it," said Connor with a smile. "Thank you," Patricia blushed. "Save the ass kissing for later people. We got two others to get to know. What about you buddy?" Jeremy pointed to the gorgeous man on the ottoman closest to Gwen. He stole a quick glance at her before addressing the group. "I'm Tyler, I'm twenty-nine, and I'm a construction worker from Florida." "And you are absolutely gorgeous," said Quinn breathlessly, eyeing Tyler up. Gwen had to agree with her. "Hey, what did I just say about ass kissing?" joked Jeremy, pulling Gwen's attention back to reality. "Let's let the last lady tell us about herself before you all start feeling each other up." Jeremy looked at Gwen with a devilish smile. She could not quite figure out what he was thinking behind it, but she did not give it more than a moment of thought. "I have a feeling we saved the best for last," he continued. "Well, you'd be disappointed. I'm Gwen and I'm a twenty-five year old nurse from New Hampshire." "Emergency room or family practice?" Tyler asked, giving her an admiring smile. "ER," she said, her gaze dropping to her hands. He was so beautiful it was uncomfortable. "Jackpot," Jeremy screamed. "You've got to have some amazing stories of people who have come through." Gwen turned back to face Jeremy, thankful for the distraction. "It's New Hampshire. Not overly exciting. Just the occasional car crash, binge drinker, and rectal removal." The rest of the house burst in to laughter again, except Don who looked bitter. This was what Gwen had been hoping would happen. She wanted a chance to win everyone over quickly, or at the very least, not see her as a threat. She could tell that her plan was working. "Strangest thing ever removed from someone's ass?" Jeremy asked. "That I saw? A perfume bottle with the spray nozzle inside," Gwen responded nonchalantly. The house erupted in laughter again. Jeremy was laughing so hard he fell out of the chair. It took a moment to compose himself to a sitting position on the floor. Through tears, he grabbed a filled champagne flute off the table and stood to his feet, still giggling like an idiot. "I think that is a fantastic way to kick of the start of the game," he began, raising his glass. Everyone else stood, taking a champagne flute as they joined him in a toast. "To a great season and just remember, everyone's shit stinks...except that guy's." Start the Show Gwen was sitting in the lounge area in the backyard the next morning, soaking up some of the rays California had to offer her. From her position on the large outdoor sectional couch, she could see the whole back yard. Across the yard, in the other corner next to the house were Drew and Connor, both using the free weights. Neither man was well built, but it seemed that their focus was to stay in shape, instead of bulking up. Each in their own chair across from her was Don and Walt; however, neither man spoke. In the lone day that everyone had been together, they seemed like the outsiders in the house. "So Zoey, are you married?" Quinn said, drawing Gwen back into the conversation with the other women in the house. "I know you mentioned you were a mom." "Yep." Zoey sighed, putting her lemonade on the table. "My husband and I have been together for sixteen years." "Aww. How did you guys meet?" "We were friends in high school and through college," she shrugged. "How long did you guys date before he popped the question?" Hattie asked excitedly. "We didn't. I got pregnant after a night of partying and we ended up getting married." Everyone grew quite, afraid to continue the conversation after it had taken an unexpected turn. "That's awesome that you guys have been able to make it work for so long," Gwen finally said. "Being friends definitely helps; however, I still have the desire to ring his neck from time to time." The girls all laughed and the tension in the area washed away. "What about you, Hattie? Does studying give you time for a man?" Samantha asked. Ever since they first spoke, Gwen had noticed that Samantha had often made Hattie the target of conversation. She was not sure if it was genuine interest or something else, but something did not sit right with her about Samantha. "No," Hattie responded nervously. "How about in high school? Was there a hot guy between your legs?" "No." Her response was out just at the end of the question. "Have you ever had a boyfriend?" Hattie shook her head, as her cheeks grew red in embarrassment. Eviction: Prologue & Week 01 "Aww. Our little innocent," Zoey said wrapping her arms around the young girl seated next to her. "Don't worry about guys, Hattie. You'll have enough time in the future." Quinn rolled her eyes and turned her attention elsewhere. "Patricia?" she asked, without a true question. "No man," Patricia admitted. "Most guys I know are intimidated by career driven women." "Sam?" "I like to stay available. Too many guys out there for me to pick only one." "How about Gwen?" Quinn asked, turning to Gwen at the other side of the couch. "My boyfriend Jessie and I have been together for a little over a year. We work together." She smiled. It had only been a day and she was already missing him dearly. She did not know how she was going to survive the next ten weeks without him. "You got yourself a doctor? Nice," said Zoey, pulling away from Hattie and lighting a cigarette. "No, he's a nurse as well." "What's he like?" Hattie asked as her excitement returned. Gwen could she was a romantic, even if she was innocent. "He's charming, sweet, kind, sma-" "He's generic and boring, we get it," Quinn interrupted, rolling her eyes again. Gwen did not like the lack of manners, but she was not going to get in conflict over it. She did not know what she had done to incite a reaction from Quinn, but she did not worry herself about it. Quinn seemed like the type of person who hated you for existing. "What about you, Quinn?" Gwen asked, studying her, "I'm just waiting for Mr. Perfect." Quinn's attention was no longer on the conversation, but on the sliding door of the house. Gwen followed her gaze and soon realized why. Tyler and Jeremy were both exiting the house in nothing but a pair black warmup pants. It was easy to see why Quinn was so distracted; they were both specimens in their own way. Both men were incredibly tall, at least six foot two. Jeremy, however, was an inch taller than Tyler. Both men were also overly muscular. Jeremy's arms and broad shoulders were rippling, probably from all the guys he had to physically throw out of clubs. Tyler was all around muscular and perfectly proportioned, most likely from his long days of heavy lifting at construction sites. As they approached, Gwen could see the smirks plastered on their faces. They were up to no good. "Good afternoon, ladies," Jeremy said with a smile. "Tyler and I have decided to provide you some entertainment." Tyler grabbed the sound system remote and pressed play, causing rave music to pulse through the speakers of the backyard. "So, just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show." Tyler and Jeremy looked at each other, grabbed their snap pants, and ripped them off in unison. Underneath, the men were each wearing a tight pair of black boxer briefs that showed off their massive bulges. The backyard was filled with squeals of enjoyment from the women. Even Gwen could not contain herself. It was like a live strip show in the backyard. Tyler and Jeremy each started to dance to the music, putting emphasis on gyrating their pelvises. After a minute or two, each man headed to a different side of the couch, giving each girl an individualized show. Jeremy was the first to visit Gwen. She tried to play coy and look away from Jeremy's package, which was only a foot from her face, but he wouldn't allow it. Each time she looked away, he would bring his hands to her face and turn her back to him. He twisted and pumped his hips to the music, keeping Gwen's attention on his hardening manhood. After a minute, he moved down the line to Hattie. She was more squeamish than Gwen and covered her eyes with her hands. After a few tries of trying to get her to look, Jeremy moved on to Zoey, who was happy to stare. The men continued to cycle down the line of women, high fiving when they crossed each other. It was not long before Tyler skipped Hattie and focused his attention on Gwen. He smiled down at her as he pumped his body to the music. He straddled Gwen and grinded his lower body against hers. His face was only inches from hers and she could smell the intoxicating scent of sweat and cologne on Tyler. She twisted a little beneath him as she felt herself getting aroused. Although she had Jessie at home, she could not help but appreciate the man before her. Tyler seemed to see this in her and he smirked before standing up. Grinding against the air for a few seconds, Tyler bent over and spread Gwen's legs open, crawling between her thighs. She looked down in shock as he climbed up her body, a triumphant smirk upon his face. He continued his in tempo grinding of his pelvis against hers. She could feel how hard he was beneath this briefs, which was making her wet. Suddenly the music stopped and Tyler pulled away, winking at Gwen as he did. Gwen let out a breath she had unknowingly held, and then joined the cheers of the surrounding women. Jeremy and Tyler bowed before high-fiving each other. "That has to have been the most disgusting and immature display I have ever seen in my life," Don finally chimed in. "Your families should be ashamed of you." "No, I'm pretty sure I'm my mom's favorite child," Tyler said. "Don, this show wasn't for you," Jeremy said, not turning to face the older gentleman. "We're trying to have some fun with the girls in the house. Lighten up!" "There are ways to have fun without being lewd," Don ranted in a raised voice. "And if that was an attempt at flirting, there are better ways to impress the ladies. Hell, I did not need to shove my junk in my wife's face to win her over." Annoyed, Jeremy and Tyler finally turned to address Don. "Yea, well you got married in the Stone Age, so your opinion isn't even acknowledged." "Now, hold on, Jeremy," Tyler said. "I think Don is on to something." "What?" Jeremy said, shocked. Tyler wrapped his arm around his friend's head and pulled him close, whispering something in his ear. Jeremy chuckled after a moment, before both men separated. They turned and looked at the group of women they had just entertained. "Ready?" Tyler asked. With that, Tyler and Jeremy removed their briefs in unison, leaving them stark naked and both of their manhoods exposed. They each struck a superhero pose, so that the women's line of sight would not be obscured. Everyone was staring, even innocent little Hattie. Both men were semi-erect, so it was difficult for Gwen to get a proper measurement of each man's size, although she knew she should not be even looking. It was clear that Tyler was the larger of the two; however, Jeremy made up for it in thickness. Try as she might, Gwen could not look away. "How did my words lead you to this conclusion?" Don yelled, as if the sight offended him. "You were right, Don," Tyler said over his shoulder. "We should not be thrusting ourselves into their faces. We should put ourselves out in the open for all to see and appreciate. Come, Jeremy. Let us share our gifts with the world." Tyler gave Gwen a quick wink before running off, circling the backyard with Jeremy. When they passed Connor and Drew, they stopped to thrust themselves at the men, who erupted in fits of laughter, before running off again. The girls cheered as the men streaked through the yard. "Imbeciles," Don muttered, closing his eyes to rest. "This is just a cry for attention," Walt said, leaning forward. It was the first time he had said anything. "I say we vote them out this week. We don't need this senseless distraction." "Hell, no. I want this senseless distraction." Samantha said, watching the men move through the yard. Both men yelled then sprung into the pool, still naked. Everyone in the yard cheered, except Don and Walt. Samantha and Quinn stood up, removing their swimsuit covers and pulling their hair back. "But they could easily win this whole thing," Walt complained. "Walt, shut the hell up. We're here to have fun, too!" said Quinn, who bolted off with Samantha to the pool. Gwen watched the four of them in the pool, rough housing and splashing about. She wanted to join the fun, but knew it would be entirely inappropriate if she did. She had Jessie and the two guys were naked. She bit her lip, pushing back the thoughts before turning back to her conversation with Hattie and Zoey. Viewership Jessie sat on the couch seething as he watched the two fools grind on his girlfriend. His teeth were starting to hurt from clenching his jaw so tight, but it was the only thing that was controlling his rage. Jessie did not like when men touched his girlfriend, but then again, what man did. When Tyler and Jeremy pulled down their briefs, he almost lost it. Gwen and Jessie were okay with each other looking at other people. He knew a simple look did no harm, but when they agreed to that, he never thought a man would willingly expose himself to her. And she was taking full advantage of their looking policy. "Relax, Jessie," Gwen's father said, grabbing his shoulder. "Gwen's a smart girl. She'd never be swayed by such stupid acts of machismo." "I trust her completely. It's everyone else I don't trust." Gwen would never do anything to betray him, but he did not know these men or what they were capable of. Granted the show would protect her from rape or any other sexual crime, but he still did not like the way these men were behaving, especially around a woman who was happily taken. "She'll be fine," her father said, removing his hand. Jessie hoped so, but he was going to keep watch on Tyler and Jeremy. He did not want to lose his girlfriend to either of them. Favors The sound of the washer filing with water was the only noise in the laundry room as Tyler separated his clothes. However, in his mind, he could still hear the cheers and hollers coming from the appreciative women of the house. He had enjoyed the dance he and Jeremy had put on for them. He enjoyed being close to all those beautiful women. What he enjoyed most of all was the burning desire in some of their eyes, especially when he was naked. Tyler loved women. The feel of them. The smell of them. The look in their eyes when they enjoyed him and his body. He had hoped that he would not have to suddenly become abstinent during this ten-week contest and that show had all but guaranteed he would be getting laid. Most of the women had shown interest in him, especially the single ladies. Quinn and Samantha had been the most obvious about their attentions, but he had noticed a flicker of desire in Gwen, and maybe a bit of interest in Patricia. He had his pick of women, but he was going to wait it out before making a move. He wanted to see who would come to him. Soon enough, his question was answered when he heard the door open. He turned to see Samantha saunter through the door, a look of pure desire in her brown eyes. Tyler chuckled to himself, as the game was playing out as he had intended. "Hey, Sam. What's up?" he said turning back to his laundry. "I wanted to say I enjoyed your show the other day. It was pretty spectacular." "Glad you liked it," he said, dropping the lid on the washing machine. He turned to face Samantha, who was biting her lip. Tyler knew the sign well. He was going to get something out of this. "I was thinking I could repay the favor and give you a little show of my own," she said, seductively. "Really?" Tyler said, leaning back against one of the machines, with his own sexy smirk. "What did you have in mind?" Samantha reached around her back and untied her red swimsuit top, exposing her massive tits to Tyler. His smirk had become a full-blown grin as she dropped to her knees and began to unzip his cargo shorts. He watched in admiration of the bold woman, waiting for her reaction to what she was about to find. Samantha removed his shorts, releasing his nine-inch member. Although she had seen it before, she had not been this close to it. She sat back on her heels, admiring his massive size, then smirked and opened her mouth, taking in just the tip. She sucked lightly on his head, twirling her tongue around it. Tyler gasped at the sensation on his sensitive head. He had been dying for some attention all week. Samantha took a little bit more of him into her mouth, sliding her tongue up and down his length. She sucked lightly as she adjusted her throat to his massive cock. She moaned as she slid her mouth up and down his dick. Tyler groaned lightly at the increased attention. She was struggling to fit it all in her mouth, so she continued to bob up and down on Tyler's cock, moaning periodically. She relaxed her throat and took him in as far as she could. Her eyes were watering and when she could go no further, she pulled him completely out of her mouth, her tongue running underneath his cock the whole way. She took him back into her mouth, sucking as hard and as fast as she could. Tyler tilted his head back and closed his eyes as he focused on his own climax. He heard the sound of the laundry room door opening. He did not even bother to open his eyes to see who was entering. "Get out!" he commanded and heard the door quickly shut. Tyler returned his focus to Samantha's mouth. Her tongue was sliding up and down his pole, but she was not going nearly as fast he needed. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down, feeling his cock enter the back of her throat. He groaned in pleasure, and then repeated the movement faster and harder. Tyler could hear her gasping as she struggled to keep up with his fast pace, but he was so close to release, he did not care. She had her chance to take it at her pace, but it was doing nothing for him. He continued fucking her face, feeling the tightening in his balls. Two thrusts later, he stilled and exploded deep into her throat. She tried to swallow every drop of him, but when he looked down some of it was spilling out of her mouth onto her tits. He withdrew his sensitive cock from her mouth slowly. He watched her scoop up the mess on her breasts and she licked her fingers clean. "How was that?" she hoarsely asked, still sitting on the floor. Tyler said nothing to her as he slid his member back into his cargo shorts. "So I was thinking, since I helped you, you could help me by guaranteeing my safety in the house," Samantha offered. "Maybe we could set something up where I meet your needs each week and you help me get the votes to stay?" Tyler snickered at the request as he grabbed his laundry basket. He did not even bother to look at her as he walked towards the door. "Sorry, I don't trade sexual favors for votes and definitely not for mediocre blowjobs." Deals Jeremy waited patiently by their bedroom door, although his patience was wearing thin. Where the hell was she? It was not like she had any friends in the house besides Quinn and he knew Tyler was in the backyard working out with Drew. So where was she? His heart stilled for a second when he heard footsteps on the stairs. He repositioned himself against the doorframe, hoping it was her. When he saw her distinctive brown and black hair rise over the floor, a smirk spread across his face. He had her right where he wanted her. "Jeremy, what's up?" Samantha asked as she rounded the corner. He shrugged. "Not much. Can I talk to you for a minute?" "Sure." Jeremy gestured for Samantha to enter their bedroom, following behind her to shut the door. He turned to face the woman, who seemed unaware as to his intentions. "I saw you with Tyler the other day, Sam. Why would you reward him, but not me?" Samantha looked shocked by the question. She had not realized he was the one who walked in on her and Tyler. "I was actually trying to ally myself with him," she confessed, showing no shame in what she had done. "I was hoping if I met his physical needs, he would help me stay each week." "What did he say?" "He doesn't trade sexual favors for votes." That was exactly what Jeremy had hoped to hear. "Well, you're in luck because I do." He sauntered across the room to Samantha, who was standing by the edge of her bed. He pushed on her shoulder, forcing her to sit on the bed. Samantha looked up at him with her brown eyes, but at this angle, Jeremy was distracted by her massive tits, which were almost bursting out of her bikini top. He knew he would get to see them soon enough. "What do you want?" Samantha asked with a playful smile. "Let's start with the same treatment you gave Tyler and we'll go from there." As he spoke, Jeremy undid the tie of his swim shorts and pushed them off his hips. They dropped to the floor, releasing his thick, seven-inch cock. Samantha admired it for a moment, before dipping her head and rubbing the tip against her lips. Her tongue jutted out and licked the head of his cock. Jeremy groaned at the attention as she continued to torment him. "Take it in your mouth, baby," he whispered and she obliged, sliding half his length into her mouth at once. She moved slowly, savoring every inch of his cock. He was much wider than she was used to and struggled to get halfway down. Samantha wrapped her tongue around him and sucked. Her fingers wrapped around the rest of his cock and slowly jerked him. Jeremy's moans grew louder and his head rolled back. Jeremy reached behind Samantha and pulled the string of her bikini, releasing her barely contained tits. He reached down and pulled on her pink nipples, which became instantly erect. Samantha moaned, but it did not impede her movement on his cock. He grabbed her massive breasts, taking them completely in his hands and massaged them. He knew they were not real, but that did not keep him from enjoying them any less. As much as Jeremy was enjoying her teasing his cock with her tongue, he wanted more than what she had given Tyler. He pushed her off him and spun her around so her torso was on the bed, but her legs were still touching the ground. "What are you doing?" she gasped, looking back at him. "If I'm going to save your ass, I want to claim it." He gave her a playful smack and she yelped. He was going to enjoy this. Jeremy reached over to his nightstand and grabbed the tube of lube. He turned back to Samantha as he squirted the warm gel in his hand and pulled down her swim bottoms, revealing her ass and exposing her bare pussy lips. As he began to spread it around her hole, Samantha pushed her ass closer to him. Most women he had tried to fuck in the ass would try to move away when he got the lube, but he could see that Samantha was eager to have his cock inside her. "You've done this before," he stated, positioning himself at her tight entrance. "Uh-huh and I love it." "You're going to love it even more with my dick." And with that, he pushed passed her tight seal and all the way into her. Both of them moaned the entire time it took for his shaft to fill her. When he was finally in, Jeremy had to pause. She was so tight that he almost blew his load before he got to enjoy her. When he finally composed himself, Jeremy fucked her unrestrained. His cock slid in and out of her ass fast. He held onto her hips tightly to control her and keep her from getting away, but Jeremy knew she would not be having second thoughts. Samantha was thrashing and moaning into the gray comforter of her bed. "Oh fuck, Jer," she panted as he continued to slam into her ass. "You like that, baby?" "Oh I fucking love it. Don't stop, baby. Don't stop until you fill me with every drop of cum." Her words were driving him wild and they pushed him onward as he continued to plunge into her hole. Samantha was losing control beneath him. Her hand was between her legs, furiously toying with her clit. Her moans were becoming louder as Jeremy continued to penetrate her. It all became too much and she screamed out as her orgasm overtook her. Eviction: Prologue & Week 01 Watching Samantha succumb to her pleasure proved too much for Jeremy. He groaned and unloaded deep in her ass. Jeremy leaned against her back, his cock still buried in her ass. He pulled aside her messy hair, exposing her ear. "Here's the deal, Sam," he whispered. "Every week, you give me exactly what I want. In return, I'll rally the votes in the house to keep you here. Understand?" With what little energy she had left, Samantha nodded. Satisfied with her answer and his release, Jeremy withdrew himself from her, causing her to whimper from the absence of his dick. He snickered with pride at what he had done to the woman and the possession he had claimed. He gave her ass one last playful slap before opening the bedroom door and heading down the hall to the shower. America's Choice: Paranoia Gwen was sitting at the kitchen table with Hattie, Zoey, and Drew, eating lunch. Connor was perched at the counter with Patricia and Quinn, while Trent was behind the counter, making a sandwich. Everyone was lost in their own conversations, when Gwen heard footsteps speeding down the stairs. She turned to see Walt, hustling into the room. "Hey, house meeting, real quick," he said, signaling for everyone to gather around. The members of the house stopped what they were doing and focused on him. "I just heard Jeremy and Samantha upstairs. We need to break that up right away. I say we vote one of them out this week." Everyone stared at him in silence. "Dude, you are taking this game way too seriously for the first week," Tyler finally said, taking a bite of his sandwich. "Yea, that's because I've studied and mastered this game and I know that two people who are fucking each other can go pretty damn far." "Did you also know that you shouldn't show your hand this early?" Patricia retorted, spinning on the barstool. "Think about it, Walt," Tyler began, moving closer to Walt, sandwich still in hand. "You just outed your plan to the entire house. You plan to get out two people, who have done nothing wrong except having some form of sexual relationship, without any backup." "Sounds pretty fucking stupid to me," Quinn said, leaning on the counter. "You just painted a bullseye on your back, my friend." Tyler patted Walt on the back and walked away into the living room. Gwen knew Walt was always paranoid. She could not figure out if it was part of his strategy or if he was overconfident in his gameplay. All she knew is that the other contestants hated it and if he did not cease his behavior soon, he would be the first one to go. The house alarm sounded, calling all the contestants into the living room. Most of the house was there quickly, but Jeremy was the last one to arrive. His brown hair was wet and he had a towel around his waist. While everyone else was seated, he chose to stand. Gwen looked up at the television screen as the latest announcement flashed by, Contestants. Welcome to the America's Choice Ceremony. As viewers watch your behavior in the house, they develop loyalty towards their favorite contestants. To show their love and support, America has been voting for the last five days for their favorite contestant and a guest of their choosing to spend twenty-four hours in The Suite, a camera-free zone that allows guests a much needed break from the game. In addition to this reward, the contestant voted as America's Choice will receive immunity from eviction for that week. "Holy shit, that's awesome," Jeremy said. Gwen eyed her fellow contestants. While this prize seemed amazing, twenty-fours away from the game as the guest seemed like a stupid move. It would completely pull you away from the game, she thought. Why would anyone willing take that disadvantage? It did not appear that the rest of the house shared that belief. Everyone was happy and excited about getting some time away from the game. Gwen turned her attention back to the screen as the message continued. The votes have been tallied and the winner of this week's America's Choice is... QUINN. "Oh my God!" Quinn jumped up excitedly, running to the front of the room. What was America thinking? Gwen thought. "Okay, okay," Quinn began, eyeing up her fellow contestants. "So I am going to take Tyler with me to The Suite." Jeremy let out a woof whistle and some of the other contestants cheered. Gwen looked at Tyler on the other side of the couch. He was giving Quinn a sexy smirk as he stood up and followed her upstairs to pack. The Suite: A Better Story Quinn was excited to be spending some alone time with Tyler. It was hard to get really close to a man like him. He was unbelievably gorgeous and every woman in the house had eyes for him. She had a slight advantage over some of them since she shared a room with him, Samantha, and Jeremy, but they were never alone. Jeremy was always paling around and Tyler spent much of his time in the main areas of the house. The Suite was the perfect opportunity to get him alone. Quinn was excited for what could potentially happen tonight, if she played her cards right. Quinn and Tyler exited the house out a door in the backyard. From there, they followed the paved path that lead to another, smaller house. Quinn opened the door to a beautifully decorated living room. The walls were tan and the floors were hardwood. There was a large, white leather sofa and a matching leather chair. In front of the sofa was a glass table, decorated with a small vase of red roses. Mounted on the wall was a flat screen television. Tyler followed in behind Quinn, not taking much notice of the room. "This is so exciting," said Quinn, jumping with delight. "Oh, yea," Tyler replied, giving her a sexy smirk. She almost melted into a puddle right there on the floor. The familiar chime of the TV drew Quinn and Tyler's gaze as a message appeared on the screen. Quinn, congratulations on being selected as the America's Choice for the first week. For your reward, please enjoy the twenty-four hours of camera free time. In addition to this privacy, you and your guest, Tyler, will be enjoying a preview screening of Knights of Amber Road, which hits theaters in September. Please feel free to explore The Suite and all that it has to offer. Quinn and Tyler dropped their bags as lights on the floor lit a path to the backyard. Once outside, they continued to follow the lights, passed the pool table and the pool to a curtained off area. Tyler pulled the curtain back and gestured for Quinn to enter. Inside was a small theater of only two seats. Along the wall was a collection of traditional movie snacks. Quinn rushed over with glee and grabbed a small box of popcorn. When she turned around, Tyler had already made himself comfortable in one of the seats. She moved across the room to join as the lights began to flicker, signaling the start of the movie. Quinn did not pay too much attention to the film. Instead, she spent her time staring at the gorgeous man seated next to her. In the cover of darkness, she could admire his beautiful features, which were glowing in the light from the screen. His jaw was strong and there was an ever-so slight bend in his nose, which made him look tough and rugged. He probably broke it in a fight. His skin was tanned, undoubtedly from endless days working in the hot sun. She could not control herself. She had to touch this perfect man. Quinn laid her hand on his muscled arm. How she longed for him to pin her down with his strong arms and take her. Her hand moved down his arm onto his leg. Tyler shifted slightly, but made no move to stop her. Quinn's hand continued to slide until it finally rested on his bulge. Quinn knew exactly what Tyler was like. She had enjoyed seeing his cock during the strip show and she hoped she could convince him to use it on her. Quinn leaned in and placed gentle kisses on his neck as she rubbed him through his pants. She could feel him harden with each passing second. The feeling of his manhood beneath her hands made her excited and bolder. Quinn dropped to her knees and started to undo his pants. She looked up at him while her hands worked and saw Tyler watching her with a devilish smirk. Quinn knew he wanted it just as badly as she did and she was going to give him exactly what they both craved. It did not take long for Quinn to free him and when he was, she stared down at his dick in awe, biting her lip with desire. He was much larger than she remembered, but she was not as close to him as she was now. After a moment, she wrapped her delicate fingers around his massive, nine-inch cock and began to stroke him. Above her, she could hear Tyler's breathing increase. She could feel him growing harder in her hand the longer she stroked. She wanted him to be fully erect when she took him in her mouth. "I hope you have more planned than just a hand job," Tyler said. "Plenty more," she moaned before wrapping her lips around his cock. Tyler's dick was much longer than average and Quinn knew it would take her a moment to become acclimated to take him entirely in her mouth. Until then, she was focused on making every moment pleasurable for Tyler. Her tongue danced around his shaft as she slid it in and out of her mouth. She pulled him out so that the tip was just passed her lips. Her tongue swirled around his head and she sucked gently. Tyler's cock was growing even harder the longer she focused on his tip. Tyler was groaning as she began to relax her throat and slide his cock into her mouth. She made it most of the way down before she had trouble. Her eyes watered, but Quinn did not care. She loved the taste of Tyler's massive cock and loved that he was enjoying it. When she pulled him out of her mouth, her lips dragged against his sensitive flesh and he groaned even louder. She continued to suck and lick his cock as hard and fast as she could, hoping to taste every drop of cum. Quinn could feel he was close. His groans of pleasure were growing louder and his breath was coming in short pants. "Stop," he breathed, pulling Quinn off him. She looked up confused and disappointed. Had she done something wrong? She watched Tyler stand up and pull his pants back on, though he did not button them. He grabbed Quinn's hand and pulled her behind him. Quinn could still hear the movie playing behind her, but she did not care. What was happening now was going to be a far more interesting story. Tyler pulled her back into the house and moved to the bedroom. Once inside, he threw her down on the bed. Quinn giggled with delight as his hands worked to remove her clothing. Tyler looked like a desperate man. Sexual desire filled his eyes and Quinn knew that he was being controlled by this desire. He ripped her shirt off and expertly unhooked her bra, releasing her perky tits. Tyler's mouth latched onto her right one and Quinn whimpered. He sucked and toyed with her nipple, causing Quinn's whimpers to become full moans. While he teased her breasts, he was able to yank off her skirt and panties leaving her completely naked. Tyler stood up and removed his pants. Quinn sat up on her elbows, biting her lip teasingly. "Do you like what you see?" Quinn asked seductively. Tyler gave no response as he removed his shirt and pushed Quinn onto the floor, positioning her in front of his rock hard cock. Quinn stuck her tongue out and licked the tip of his dick, teasing him slightly. Tyler grabbed the back of her hair and pushed her head down onto his cock, moaning as her tongue rubbed against him. Quinn let Tyler take control. He pushed her head down onto his dick, pushing it all the way to the back of her throat. She tried to relax her throat as much as possible as he thrusted deep into her mouth. She was able to relax enough to suck on his cock as he moved in and out of her. After a few minutes of fucking her face, he pulled her up and pushed her back down onto the bed. His lips found hers and his tongue plunged into her mouth. His hand reached between her legs and he furiously rubbed her clit. "Ooh. I'm going to take that as a yes," Quinn giggled. Tyler moved her face back to his with his free hand and slipped his tongue back into her mouth. Quinn tried to pull away to moan out loud, but Tyler held her face in place with his hand as he continued to tease her clit. Eventually, Tyler slipped a finger into her drenched pussy and Quinn screamed against his lips. He continued to rub her clit while at the same time fingering her. Quinn's body writhed against his and she moaned as loud as she could with her lips still locked with Tyler's. Quinn was loving the attention and was aching for him to fuck her. Although she was enjoying herself, she wanted to feel his amazing cock inside of her. Almost as if Tyler read her mind, he let up off her body. Quinn attempted to lean forward and kiss his amazingly muscled chest, but he did not allow it. He flipped Quinn onto her stomach and rubbed his dick against her dripping hole. Quinn moaned in anticipation of what was to come. "Tyler, I want it baby. Don't tease me," she begged. He said nothing as he slammed into her. Quinn screamed out, unused to such a size being forced into her. Tyler did not let up. He pulled out and slammed back into her just as hard, grunting as he continued his movements. Eventually, Quinn's screams became moans and she enjoyed as Tyler fucked her from behind. "That's right, baby. Fuck me! Claim me as yours because I just want you." Tyler pushed her head down into the purple bedspread, muffling her sounds, as he continued to pound into her. His pace increased and he slammed into her harder. His balls slapped against her clit, stimulating Quinn further. She was writhing and panting into the covers as Tyler took her. She did not know how much more she could take. "I'm cumming," Quinn yelled only a few minutes later and her body was rocked by an intense orgasm that shook her small frame. She collapsed into the sheets, trying to catch her breath, but that did not stop Tyler who continued to pound relentlessly into her pussy. Suddenly Tyler pulled out and seconds later, Quinn felt him shoot his load onto her ass. "That's it, baby. Cover me in your cum. Mark me as yours," Quinn moaned as she watched stream after powerful stream of cum coat her ass. When he was finished, Quinn stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him sweetly on the lips. "That was amazing," she giggled. "Why don't we go clean up together? Maybe you can take me again in the shower?" Tyler pulled her arms off him and moved towards the bed. "Maybe another time," he said, plopping down in his spot. Although his response was disheartening, Quinn understood. He was exhausted from fucking her. She decided that she could live with cuddling next to him as they fell asleep. She ran to the bathroom and quickly hopped into the shower to remove the cum from her backside. She soon returned and found Tyler asleep. That was not ideal for Quinn, but again, she could understand. They would have time to reminisce about it in the morning. Quinn slid into bed next to him and soon drifted off to a pleasant sleep. *** Tyler looked down at the small girl sleeping next to him. Quinn was cute; there was no doubting that. She had long beautiful auburn hair that was flowing around her naked body. She was thin and could easily fit in his arms. Her breasts were small, but full and her ass was a perfect heart shape. He had enjoyed seeing it when he had pounded into her. Quinn's fault was she was unbelievably annoying. She made everything about her as though she was the center of the galaxy. He found her voice grating and he could not stand when she talked because she always talked about nonsense. He had avoided being alone in their room together at the house because he knew Quinn's intentions. He had hoped that she would not pick him to be her guest, but it was unavoidable. He was trying to be nice when he accepted her invitation, but he hoped that nothing would manifest between them. That idea went out the window when she started rubbing his cock during the movie. Tyler had not had release since Samantha's blowjob. When Quinn started sucking him off, he lost all control. Quinn was much better at sucking dick than Samantha. Now that he was lying next to Quinn, he was regretting everything. He knew she would blab to everyone in the house that they had fucked and she would probably say that it was spectacular and mind blowing, as most of his conquests did, but to him, it was not. Sex with Quinn was okay, but he found that halfway through, he had to think of Cathy to finish and that was a memory he never liked to tap. He only used it in desperate times. God how he missed her. Tyler shook his head, pushing Cathy from his mind. That was over. He had to live in the moment and work with what he had now. Looking down at Quinn, he knew sex with her was not happening again. He would not let it. Instead, he was focusing on his next prize; one that he knew would be a difficult, but worthwhile task. He was going to nail the most unattainable woman in the house. The Vote: No One Who Will Be Missed Gwen came downstairs after enjoying a wonderful shower. She did not know if it would be the last one in the house. No one talked about the coming vote. Everyone was having too much fun to think about the game, but Gwen knew the second that first person was gone the game would be on. She walked into the kitchen in her plaid red sleep shorts and a grey tank top, her wet hair pulled into a messy bun on top of her head. Across the room, she could see Tyler watching her every move like a predator hunting his prey. It made her uncomfortable. Everything about him had made her uncomfortable since he returned from The Suite with Quinn. She did not know what happened there and Quinn had been especially hushed about it when she was around. She could not trust Quinn, so by association, she could not trust Tyler. Besides, she knew very little about him, other than he was very well endowed. Gwen moved around the counter and behind Tyler, to get herself a glass of water from the faucet. He said nothing, but continued to stare at her. As soon as she had her water, she left his side and headed to the kitchen table, hoping to join the conversation taking place. The entire walk there, she could feel Tyler's gaze following her. He finally looked away when she glared at him as she sat down. "So you've never had a boyfriend or anything?" Drew confusedly asked Hattie. "You say that like it's a bad thing," she blushed, looking at her hands. "No, it's not. I'm just shocked that such a sweet girl has never been nabbed up before." "I grew up with just my mom," she confessed still looking at her hands. "My dad left us when I was really young, so I haven't exactly been throwing myself out there. I don't want to end up in a similar situation." "Smart girl," Don praised, rubbing the innocent girl's shoulder. "My wife and I were friends for years before dating, and we waited until we were married before consummating our relationship." "That's starting to look more like my relationship future," Drew said, laughing. "You've never...?" Zoey questioned. "I've come close a few times, but no," Drew said, ashamed, but he soon recovered. "It's fine though. No rush, really." "Speaking of rush, Miss Gwen. When are you and Jessie going to get married?" Zoey asked, cocking an eyebrow. "We've only been together for a year. That isn't on the table right now," Gwen said, taking a drink of her water. Of course, one day Gwen wanted to be married and she definitely saw Jessie as marriageable material, but she was cautious with her heart. She had seen too many relationships end in divorce and she did not want to be one of them. She wanted a love that lasted. Eviction: Prologue & Week 01 "But you love him, right?" Hattie asked, returning to her hopeless romantic self. "Of course I do. It's just, we want to take baby steps. After the show, we're probably going to move in together, but no ring yet." "Living together before marriage? That sounds catastrophic for a relationship," Don interjected. This is not what Gwen needed to hear. "Living conditions can make or break a relationship," Tyler defended from across the room. He must have been eavesdropping on the conversation the entire time. Gwen had not noticed. "If you can't live with someone for a year without constantly being at war, how do you expect to do it for your whole life?" "It's called working things out, something your generation of instant gratification doesn't seem to understand. You all just end things when they get tough," Don yelled, angry at being told he was wrong. Tyler looked as if he was ready to go on the offensive, but Gwen spoke up. "We just want to take things slow and do it right is all," she said putting a stop to the argument. Tyler glared at Don, and then looked at Gwen, before leaving the room in a huff. Gwen watched him leave, puzzled as to his turn in attitude, but she did not have time to ponder it before Walt scrambled in, panicked and paranoid as usual. "Guys, we need to get a plan together for this week. That mixed bag alliance of Quinn, Samantha, Jeremy, and Tyler needs to go." "Just because they share a bedroom, doesn't mean they are all allied with each other," said Zoey. "I know they all are. We can't go after Quinn this week, so I say we hit one of the guys, maybe Tyler since Quinn picked him for the Suite." "So we punish him because a girl has a major crush on him?" Drew asked. "Walt, please know I am speaking to you as a friend," Gwen interjected. "Your paranoia is getting the best of you and it's angering some people in the house. Just calm down." Walt stepped back, offended. Then his offense turned to anger. "You're all sheep, just lining up for the slaughter," he spat. "I'll make it through this game without you." Walt stormed off in the direction of the living room. Gwen had given him a chance to gain allies and he blew it. He had no one left to turn to in the house. Quinn, Patricia, and Tyler had made their disapproval known and it would not surprise her if Jeremy and Samantha knew that he plotted against them. He was a dead man walking in this game. "Such a shame," Zoey said, turning back to the group. "I was starting to like the guy." *** Gwen sat in the living room with the other contestants waiting for the votes to be tallied and the announcement to be made. Although she was certain she was staying at least one more week, she was still a bundle of nerves. Nothing was ever certain in this game. At any point, she could be gone without warning. The screen flashed on. Contestants. The votes have been counted and listed below are the results. The contestant with the most votes is evicted and must leave immediately. Results: Jeremy- 1 vote Walt- 11 votes Walt has been evicted. Walt jumped up, saying nothing. The anger on his face was murderous and frightening. He moved to the door swiftly, saying nothing to anyone. When he opened the door, he finally faced the group. "You'll all regret this," he yelled. "Just you watch, the team that fucks each other will win it all and you're all going to feel really fucking stupid." "Nobody cares and no one will remember you were even here," Jeremy said, crossing the room. "See ya later, douchebag!" He shouted, giving Walt the finger. Without another word, Walt walked out the door. One man down, ten to go! Eviction: Week 02 Author's Note: Here is week two as promised. Please keep in mind that this is a novel and unlike the short stories I write, will not be jam packed with erotic content in every week. Again, due to the size of the file, I did not feel it appropriate to post it as one story. I hope you are enjoying the story and as soon as this section is posted, I will submit week three. As always, feedback is appreciated. For my short story readers, the conclusion to Blake should be up in the week. As always, thanks for reading. Katie *** Week 2 Losing it Samantha sat on the pool table in the game room, impatiently waiting. As she looked around the room, she could not understand why guys spent so much time playing video games and pool. To her, it seemed stupid, especially when there were better interests available, like a woman. She looked at the door and then at the clock that rested overhead. It was late and much of the house was asleep, but she knew he would be awake. Drew always stayed up late playing his stupid little video games. Samantha hoped to change that tonight. She was looking forward to him playing with her and taking his virginity. Although she and Jeremy had an agreement, she did not think it would hurt to gain a few more allies. Drew would definitely owe her after letting his dick penetrate into her. Besides, Samantha was always turned on and aching to be fucked. Just sitting there waiting was driving her crazy and she had to resist touching herself, although Drew might like to walk in and see her do that. "Samantha?" she heard as the door opened. As expected, it was Drew. "I thought you went to bed hours ago. What are you doing here?" Samantha hopped off the pool table, and moved towards Drew, sizing him up as she moved. His light blond hair was short, but messy from him constantly running his hands through it. His eyes were a dark emerald green. His physical build was different from most men she pursued. Unlike Tyler and Jeremy, Drew was not ripped. He was in good physical condition, but he did not have washboard abs or bulging biceps. Right now, Samantha really did not care; she just needed one thing from him. "Aww, Drew, you're so cute," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself into him. "A little birdie told me you were a virgin. I'm here to fix that problem for you." Drew looked shocked. "Wha-?" "Shh. Shh," Samantha whispered, bringing her finger to his lips. "Trust me. You're gonna love this." Samantha replaced her finger with her lips. They moved gently across his. Drew seemed tentative, which Samantha did not like in a man. She pushed her lips harder against his, forcing her tongue into his mouth. He did not return her kiss and Samantha was growing irritated, but she was not going to give up. Her left hand moved down his body slowly before resting on his bulge. Drew tried to pull away in surprise, but Samantha moved with him. Her hand roved and massaged him through his pants. Drew groaned and began to relax, even returning her kiss. Samantha smirked as she was wearing him down. Samantha's tongue massaged his, while her hands worked to remove his growing cock from his pants. Once she had his zipper down, she stuck her hand down, feeling his bare cock. Drew gasped and Samantha moaned. He was much bigger than she expected and she was eager to have him inside of her. Samantha pulled away from Drew. Biting his lip slightly and tugging on it as she pulled away. She knelt in front of Drew and began pulling his pants down. "Sam, what are you doing?" he stuttered. "What do you think? I want to taste every amazing inch of your cock before I slip it into my dripping pussy." Before he could say anything else, Samantha had his pants off and his dick free. He was easily eight inches long and was already painfully erect. Samantha took hold of him and started to jerk him. She brought the tip of his cock to her lips and her tongue licked the tip, making small circles around it. Drew moaned loudly and Samantha took him completely into her mouth. She sucked on his cock, twisting her tongue around his rigid shaft. "Holy fuck," Drew gasped. Samantha moaned on his cock as she bobbed up and down on him. She could feel him tighten between her lips and she knew he was close. Samantha was not going to let that happen, not without her getting something in return. Samantha stood up and removed her tank top, releasing her massive tits. Drew's jaw dropped as Samantha took his hands, bringing them to her chest. She moved his hands, urging him on. After a brief moment, Drew took control, massaging her breasts and tugging at her aching nipples. "Do you like how they feel, Drew?" "Oh God, yes," he moaned. Samantha pushed him down onto the floor of the game room and removed her skirt, leaving her completely naked standing above him. She lowered herself down onto his waiting cock, pushing him deep inside herself. Drew groaned. Soon, Samantha was bouncing on his dick and playing with her clit, pushing herself to her own orgasm. She knew with Drew being a virgin and them going bareback, it would not take him long before he exploded deep inside her. She rode him fast and hard, panting as her finger circled her clit at a matching pace. Drew was biting his lip, trying to keep from erupting before Samantha had climaxed. Suddenly, Samantha felt the familiar pleasure spread through her body and moaned as her orgasm passed through her. Drew followed suit a second later and Samantha felt him fill her completely. It was not the intense mind-shattering orgasm she always longed for, but sex with Drew was much better than she had expected. Samantha looked down at Drew, whose eyes were still closed. He was attempting to regain some control over himself. Samantha could not help but smile, as she knew he was completely satisfied. Samantha pushed herself up and off Drew's dick. Sitting on the floor next to him, she gathered her clothes and began to dress. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Drew finally sitting up. A small smile spread across his face as he turned to face Samantha. She gave him a half-hearted smile in return. Suddenly, Drew leaned in, intending to give her a kiss. Samantha turned away from him. She did not do romance and she absolutely hated kissing unless it was leading to or during sex. She did not need Drew getting the wrong idea. When she looked back at Drew, he looked confused. "So, now that I've helped you, I need you to help me," said Samantha. In an instant, Drew's expression of confusion turned to one of shock. "What?" he stammered. "Since I let you fuck me, I need you to keep me here for another week." Drew was taken back. "Wait. So you used me for a vote?" Did he really think that she liked him? How naïve was he? Samantha let a light chuckle escape her throat as she stood. She looked down at Drew, who was still naked and confused on the floor. "Aww. You think I actually liked you. Cute and inexperienced." She ruffled his hair with her fingers and left the room. Confident that she had another vote, she sought out Jeremy to pay her weekly fee. The Fallout Gwen had been watching Drew for much of the morning. He seemed to be in a funk. He was avoiding all eye contact with everyone in the house as he shuffled from place to place. At one point, she found him curled in a ball on the couch. When she tried to talk to him, he insisted on being left alone. Around noon, she saw him pull Hattie into the library. They were not in there long before Hattie exploded out of the room, anger on her tear-streaked face. "I can't believe you. I thought you understood me, but I guess I'm just an idiot." "No, you're not," Drew pleaded, following closely behind. He tried to grab her arm, but Hattie shook him away. "You're smart and sweet. I'm the one that messed up and I am so sorry. Please let me explain." All eyes were on the two of them. From the couch, Gwen and Zoey were the closest to the fight. Connor lifted his head from his lunch at the dining table. Jeremy came out from the workout room, excitement in his eyes at the unfolding drama. Hattie turned on her heel and faced Drew, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She looked around and saw that all eyes were on her. The tears finally fell again as she looked back at Drew. "I don't want to hear any more of this." Hattie turned back and headed for the steps. Drew continued to follow her without saying a word. "Stop following me. Just leave me alone," she screamed back at him before breaking into a run, sobbing the entire way. Drew stopped. Pain was spilling onto his face. Gwen quickly rose from the couch, as did Zoey. Connor was already sprinting up the steps after Hattie. Gwen stopped in front of Drew, confused about what happened. Zoey rushed passed her and up the stairs after Connor. "Drew, what happened?" Drew pushed his hand through his blond hair, trying to calm himself down. "I slept with Samantha last night," he whispered. Gwen was in total shock. For the last week, all signs had pointed to Drew being interested in Hattie. The two had been flirty, giggly, and inseparable. This was a huge blindside. "Welcome to the other side, virgin," Jeremy said, patting Drew on the back. "It's a lot more fun over here." Drew shrugged his hand off him and turned back to Gwen. "I confessed to Hattie because I felt guilty. I really like her and I didn't want to keep any secrets from her." "She's acting like such a child. It's really not her concern who you sleep with," Quinn interrupted. Gwen had been unable to see her from her previous spot on the couch. Quinn was seated at the counter next to Samantha, who was twirling her hair. Tyler was moving from the kitchen with a bowl of food in his hand. Gwen had not realized that the entire house had seen everything. "Besides you shouldn't feel guilty about getting some action, especially when it's with me," said Samantha with pride. Tyler let out a snicker from the table as he focused on eating. Gwen was not sure what was funny about the situation, especially since it was Hattie who was getting hurt. Drew turned to face Samantha. He looked pissed and he did not hide his anger from his voice. "You tried to buy my vote with sex. So yea, I do feel guilty about letting you use me." Gwen knew she had to gain some control of the situation. Grabbing him by the arm, she led Drew upstairs and away from prying eyes. The rest of the house did not need more juicy details, although it would not surprise her if Samantha ran her mouth. When they reached the second floor, Gwen pulled him down the hall and stopped right outside his room. "Drew, just give her some space. I'm going to go talk to her." Drew nodded, looking defeated before heading into his room. Gwen turned quickly and headed for her own room. Hattie was still crying when she entered. Connor was sitting on the floor in front of Hattie's bed, while Zoey was seated next to her with her arms wrapped around the heartbroken girl. "I can't believe him," Hattie sobbed on Zoey's shoulder. "I thought he liked me, but I'm just the biggest idiot in the world." "No you're not, sweetheart," Zoey reassured her. "He's a jerk," Connor said. "There are plenty of guys out there. You don't need him." "I know. I just thought I found a guy who wanted me as I am. Who wasn't going to try to push me to do anything. It turns out he was just as warped and selfish as the rest of them." Gwen's heart broke for Hattie. Finally, she seemed to be opening herself up to someone, only to be hurt by the person she trusted. She was angry with Drew for being stupid, but most of her anger was directed towards Samantha for using sex as a tool in this game. It was not a secret that Drew was a desperate virgin. When he was around Hattie, he downplayed his desire, but everyone else knew the truth. Samantha had played on his desire and desperation for a vote. It was ridiculous. "He did not mean any harm, Hattie," Gwen said. Drew was a fool, but he was not malicious. Hattie looked at Gwen. Her ice blue eyes were red and full of tears and disbelief. Gwen sat next to Hattie on her bed, trying to help the inexperienced girl understand. "I just talked to him. He really likes you and he wanted to be honest with you. Turns out, Sam has been sleeping with people for votes and she tricked him." Disbelief turned to confusion. "If he liked me, why would he sleep with her?" "He's a young guy who has never gotten laid before. It wouldn't take much seduction, especially if she made him think she liked him," explained Connor. "This doesn't make any sense." Hattie was becoming more confused by the second. If only love were so simple, thought Gwen. "Men often don't," added Zoey, squeezing the young woman tighter in her arms. "Just take some time away from him. There isn't a rush for you to figure this out," advised Gwen. "Drew has agreed to give you space, though he did look really hurt. I think he does like you, he just made a stupid decision." Hattie was hurt, but Gwen knew she would get through it. To be honest, Gwen did not fully understand the situation. Until she did, she could not offer Hattie anything more than simple advice. In all honesty, this was Drew's fuck up and if he wanted to fix things with Hattie, he had to be the one to do it. Hattie had calmed down a little by the time Don had entered their room. He looked angry and worried as he hurried to the young women, taking her in a big bear hug. Hattie's sobs started anew, but Don was instantly comforting her, much like a father would comfort his daughter. "Everything is going to be okay. We'll vote them both out." *** It had been a few days since Hattie and Drew's fight. As promised, Drew left Hattie alone, but Gwen could see the separation was taking its toll on both of them. Drew hid out in his room most of the time, as did Hattie. Don spent much of the day talking to Hattie, advising her on how to handle this. Gwen did not think Don was the best person given that he really had no experience in the area of heartbreak, but Hattie was happy to have a father figure in her life, so Gwen let them be. There was now a distinctive divide in the house over this whole situation. Quinn and Jeremy agreed with Samantha that Hattie was being a baby and overreacting. Connor, Zoey, Don, and Gwen were siding with Hattie. They thought it was ridiculous that Samantha would go after Drew knowing that they liked each other. Patricia and Tyler were the odd people out. Patricia openly said she was not taking sides and Tyler was a hard man to read. Gwen finally was able to coax Hattie out of her room and into the sunshine. Gwen looked down at the shallow end of the pool where Hattie was sitting on the stairs, barely sitting in the water. Gwen was giving her space at her request, sitting at the edge of the pool a few feet away in case Hattie needed her. Gwen's gaze turned to Tyler as he swam up to her. He had been doing laps in the pool for the last fifteen minutes. "How's everything with Hattie? Is she doing better?" Gwen hesitated for a moment, captivated by his beautiful blue eyes. They reminded her of the clear waters in the Caribbean that she had seen once on a cruise. He gave a slight smirk as he waited for her to respond. Gwen shook her head clear and mentally distanced herself from him. She did not need him distracting her from her friend. Besides, she had Jessie and as gorgeous as Tyler was, she and Jessie had depth. This reminder made it easier for her to keep focused. "Uh, yea," she finally said, looking back towards a love sick Hattie. "Has she said anything about who she wants out?" "She hasn't thought about it." Tyler rested his hand on her knee, rubbing his thumb gently against her skin. "I'll vote whichever way she wants to go." Gwen looked down at Tyler, confused by his gesture. "I'll let her know." Gwen looked back down towards Hattie, who was now gently moving her feet in the water. She had not talked to her about what she wanted to do, but Gwen knew they had the numbers. Out of the corner of her eye, Gwen could still see Tyler; only know he was resting his head on her lower thigh, his hands nestled beneath his head. What was he doing? Tyler had been acting differently since he had returned from The Suite and she could not figure out why. "It was nice of you to help your friend out." Tyler's right hand was caressing her leg, up her inseam stopping halfway up her thigh and traveling back down. He repeated this gesture over and over, going higher up her leg as he went. Gwen's breath caught in her throat and her body ached from his touch. She had not felt this way since her last night with Jessie before the show. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling for just a moment before she placed her hand on top of his and pushed it away. As sexy as Tyler was, she was not going to give up her relationship with Jessie. "Isn't that part of the job description of a friend?" Gwen said plainly, turning to face Tyler. Tyler set his jaw and looked away. "Yea, I guess it is," Tyler said coldly as he pushed away from the wall and resumed his laps. Gwen knew Tyler was the biggest flirt in the house and most of the girls went along with it. Gwen never saw a problem with flirting, as it was harmless fun, but touching her was crossing a line. It made flirting from harmless to intentional and she did not want that. She was with Jessie and that was the way it was going to stay. Gwen turned her attention away from Tyler and back to Hattie. She saw Drew approach her friend. "Hattie," he said in a hoarse whisper. "What do you want?" she said, not looking away from the water. Drew looked down at his hands, fumbling over his thoughts. "I know I said I would give you your space. Not hanging out with you is driving me crazy and I hope one day, we can be friends again. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for everything." He turned to leave, but Hattie's words stopped him. "Did you like her? Did you like what she did to you?" "No, but I thought she liked me." Drew crouched down next to Hattie, but kept a decent amount of space between them. "I regret everything that happened between me and her and if I could take it back, I would." Hattie continued to look at the water lapping at her toes. She was lost in thought, but Gwen saw the pain in her face start to ebb. Hattie took a deep breath before turning to look at Drew. "I want to be friends again, Drew and I'm willing to try. But you have to do something for me." "Anything," he agreed with renewed hope in his eyes. "Get her out this week. I want her gone." "I promise. I'll make sure we have the votes to get her out." A gentle smile spread onto Hattie's face as she patted the spot next to her, signaling for Drew to sit with her. He returned the smile and joined her in the pool. America's Choice: Powerless Jessie was seated on the edge of his couch, watching his two least favorite contestants intently. When Jeremy and Tyler were together, there was never anything good going on. They were always up to some kind of trouble and it made Jessie feel uneasy. He trusted Gwen with all his heart, but he did not know exactly what their intentions were. What was worse, even if he did know, there was nothing he could do to stop it. He was completely powerless. "So, I never asked you. How did your time go in the Suite with Quinn?" he asked, wiping the sweat from his face with a towel. Eviction: Week 02 "It was overrated," Tyler said, dropping the dumbbell to the floor. "She did not put out?" "No, she did. But she didn't do much." He took a quick drink of water. "She sucked me off, but kind of laid there when we fucked. I had to go through my masturbation material to finish. It really pissed me off." "Samantha would have been a much better fuck. I enjoyed the time I had with her last week." "Really?" Tyler said, shocked by his friend's admission. "Then you're standards are lacking, my friend. I hated the blowjob she gave me in the laundry room. If that is any indicator of her other abilities, I actually feel bad for Drew. She might have ruined sex for him forever." Jeremy stood up from the weight bench and shrugged. "Then, looks like I won't have to share her. But what are you going to do? Let me rephrase that, who are you going to do?" Tyler looked at the floor for a moment before a devious smile spread over his phase. "Gwen." Jessie's stomach tied in a knot. No, not Gwen, he thought. "How do you plan to pull that off? She has a boyfriend." Jessie was curious of that himself. Tyler stood up, wiping the sweat from his chest and neck. "That's going to be half the fun. She is a sweet, kind, devoted girl, but I'm going to rip her away from her man." Jeremy laughed, but Jessie was not. "Is it really going to make the sex that much better?" "Oh yea. I've done it before." Jessie clenched his fists, trying to contain his anger. If Tyler had been successful at seducing some poor girl before, he knew he could easily do it to Gwen. Although he trusted her, he knew Tyler had some skill in this area. Gwen might not be able to avoid him or his advances. "Well, good luck, brother," Jeremy said, patting Tyler on the shoulder as he turned to the door of the weight room. "If you get the Suite this week, it should make it easier." "I hope so," Tyler said. He gave Jeremy a friendly smile as he slid out the door. Jessie's knee was bouncing impatiently as he watched Tyler walking around the room alone, returning workout equipment to its proper place. He hated this man more than anyone else he had ever met. He was a sick man to go after a woman who was already happily in a relationship, and worse he hoped to break them up. Soon, Tyler started to whistle. The tune sounded familiar, but it was not until he reached the chorus that Jessie realized what he was whistling. It was the song Jessie's Girl. Jessie shot up from the couch, running his fingers through his hair. He could not sit still and watch this or his fist would end up through the TV. He was frustrated and angered that he could not protect his girlfriend. How could the producers see this and let it happen? Because it makes great TV, Jessie thought to himself. Jessie paced behind his couch as the show progressed to the America's Choice ceremony. He hoped America had enough sense not to vote for Tyler. They were his only hope in protecting Gwen. The TV flashed the ceremony message across his screen and Jessie screamed in anger. This could not be happening. Tyler stood up in front of the house, looking over his fellow contestants. He had his finger placed over his lips, as if he was thinking about his choice. "Okay, I'm going to pick...Gwen." "Me?" she said, shocked by his selection. Jessie rolled his neck, trying to keep calm. She was so innocent and unsuspecting. If only she knew, what Tyler had planned for her. "Yea. You seem really cool and I want to get to know you better, but you're always surrounded by your little entourage." He gave Gwen a friendly smile. Convinced, Gwen agreed. Jessie leaned over the back of his couch. His head flopped forward, defeated. There was nothing he could do to stop this. He had to continue to trust Gwen to be faithful and resist Tyler's advances. He knew she loved him and he hoped it would be enough to spare their relationship. The Suite: Competition Gwen was apprehensive following Tyler down the pathway. He had told her they were going as friends, but knowing so little about him, she could not really trust him. He was the house flirt, so it probably looked really bad to the cameras that she was leaving the house to a private area for twenty-four hours. She knew Jessie was probably freaking out a little, even though he trusted her. She hoped he would understand that there was very little she could do to deny him. There was a bright side to being taken away from the house. She would have the opportunity to gain another steady ally. She did not think Tyler hated her, but she really never knew where his mind was. Without anyone else around maybe should get a better sense of whom he was. Tyler entered The Suite into the living room. On the television was a message for him. Tyler, congratulations on being selected as America's Choice for the second week. For your reward, please enjoy the twenty-four hours of camera free time. Please feel free to explore The Suite and all that it has to offer. Tyler dropped his bag and headed for the backyard. Gwen followed, curious as to where he was going. She followed him through the backyard to a curtained off area. Tyler slipped inside without a word. Gwen paused for a moment before slipping past the curtain herself. Inside, Gwen found a miniature golf course. Tyler was standing at what she assumed was the first hole, giving her a gorgeous smile. "I thought we could go golfing. Any good?" Tyler asked as she approached. She gave him a coy smile as she took her club from his hand. "Growing up, I played golf with my dad. Hopefully, the skills are transferrable." "Ladies first." Gwen approached and lined up her shot. She swung and the ball traveled down the green, landing a few inches from the hole. Gwen smiled as she faced Tyler. "Oh, look at that. I guess they are." Tyler looked down the green in disbelief before regaining his composure. He had a competitive look in his eyes. "Lucky first shot." Tyler lined up his shot and did not come close. Gwen could not resist a smug smile as she approach the hole to sink her shot. Gwen had always been incredibly competitive and this game was no exception. Tyler was underestimating her skill, but he would learn. As the game progressed, she was easily pulling away from him in score. Tyler had not been expecting it, as his face was indicating. The last few holes, Tyler was buckling down and catching up in score, but there was not much he could do to save himself that did not involve cheating. On seventeen, Gwen was preparing for her shot. As she swung, Tyler coughed unnecessarily loudly, screwing up Gwen's shot. She turned to Tyler, giving him a disapproving look. He shrugged and smiled at her as she moved down the green. Her ball was wedged in an awkward corner. She was trying to figure out how to approach it when she felt Tyler up against her back. "Let me help you with that," he whispered, feeling his breath on her ear. He wrapped his arms around her, and overlapped his hands on hers. His head rested on her shoulder, his lips close to her neck. His pelvis was grinding against her ass and she could feel his hardness rubbing against her. The closeness of it all was making it difficult to focus, as was the growing ache in her body. Tyler took her shot for her, but made no move to distance himself from her after the swing. He turned to look at her, but Gwen could not bring herself to look at him. She was not going to give into her physical urges and desires, even though she was off camera. She pulled herself away from him and continued down the course, thankful for the distance to clear her head. Gwen ultimately won the game, even with Tyler's attempt to distract her. She would usually rub it in her opponent's face, not maliciously of course, but she could not do that to Tyler. She did not know how he would react. One minute he was distant, the next he was flirtatious, then he was...well she did not really know. His behavior was giving her whiplash. When they left the golf course, Tyler walked straight to the pool and stripped his shirt off, revealing his perfectly chiseled figure. Gwen bit her lip, admiring his perfection. The aching between her legs was growing. She quickly shook her head. What the hell was she doing? She had Jessie and when she left here, whenever that would be, she wanted to return to Jessie. Tyler turned to her with that sexy smile on his face. "You coming?" Gwen nodded and stripped off her clothes, leaving only her brown bikini on. She hoped that a dip in the cool water would help her. As she approached the pool, Tyler could not keep his eyes off her. She knew she had that impact on guys and was used to it, so it was not surprising that Tyler was admiring her. He would stare at anything that had two legs and boobs. Gwen stopped a few feet from him and he was still staring. She rolled her eyes and then shoved him into the pool. Gwen laughed as he went under the water, hoping he had learned his lesson about staring. Instead, he resurfaced near the edge of the pool and pulled her into the water. She shrieked as she went under. When she resurfaced, Tyler was now laughing. She lunged at him and tried to pull him down, but he was stronger. He wrapped his arms around her body and threw her back under the water. Gwen kept coming back for more, and each time, Tyler was able to handle her easily. After some time, Gwen became exhausted and Tyler laughed at her misfortune. She tried to attack him again, but this time, Tyler wrapped her up and pulled her close to his hard chest. As she caught her breath, she stayed flush against his chest, breathing in chlorine and his scent. It was intoxicating and welcoming. When she finally recovered, Gwen quickly pulled away. Moving towards the other side of the pool, she could see a twinge of frustration on Tyler's face. Was he really trying to do more than flirt? "So Gwen, tell me about yourself," Tyler asked, swimming closer to her. "What's there to tell?" Gwen responded as her back hit the edge of the pool. "Family life is always a good start." "Okay, I've grown up in New Hampshire with my older brother, Rick. He's incredibly overprotective," she began, casting him a cautionary glance. Most guys backed off at the mention of Rick, even if they did not know him. Older brothers were something guys did not want to mess with. Tyler did not look like he was threatened. Maybe all his behavior had been in my head, Gwen thought. "Both of my parents are still married and are so madly in love, they'll be one of those couples that dies together." "Cute," he said, leaning next to her, although the emotion never reached his eyes. "What do they think of you being here?" Gwen shrugged. "They know I do weird things like this from time to time. They've just accepted it." "What about Jessie?" He was confusing her with his constant topic shifts. "What about him?" "How does he feel about this?" "He's my boyfriend. He supports my crazy, although he doesn't always understand it." Jessie was not entirely sold on the idea of her being here. He did not like being away from her for a few days, let alone ten weeks. She convinced him that the money would help them get a house instead of settling for a cheap apartment. Even then, it took a lot of talking before he was relaxed with everything. "What does your family think of him?" Tyler asked, drawing her back to the moment. "He's a guy with a career, a spotless criminal history, and no face tattoos, so they love him." "Do you?" The question caught her completely off guard and it took her a moment to overcome the shock and bluntness of the question. "Of course. Why are you so interested in my boyfriend?" Tyler smirked and shrugged. "No reason." "Uh huh." Tyler definitely did not have a good poker face. "Okay, it's my turn to ask questions." Tyler shook his head. "Nope. When you win a night in the Suite, you can ask the questions." Gwen looked in his blue eyes and could tell he was not going to budge. Why did he not want to talk about himself? How was she supposed to trust him if she knew nothing about him? Gwen was not going to fight him. She did not need him to win this game. "Fine," she said with a huff, looking away from him. A moment of silence passed between them before Tyler finally spoke. "So, tell me a secret." "What?" Gwen turned back to him with a look of complete bewilderment. Tyler leaned forward, resting his arms and head on the side of the pool. He gave her a smirk and shrugged. "There is no better way to bond with someone than by sharing a secret." "Why would I tell one of my secrets to a guy I don't know well?" "If I tell you one of mine, will you tell me one of yours?" Gwen contemplated for a moment. She wanted to know something, anything more about him. It was the only way she would know if he were trustworthy. "Okay," she said, figuring she had nothing to lose. Tyler leaned in close to Gwen, his eyes locked with hers. "I was building a sunroom for this house and one day, I slept with the homeowner's wife. Both my boss and her husband never found out." "I cheated once," she said, pulling herself out of the water and onto the side of the pool. Tyler perked up in excitement. "Really?" "Yea," Gwen said, leaning in close. "It was on a history test in college. I never told anyone about it." With a smirk, Gwen stood up and walked back to The Suite. The only thing she got out of that conversation was that Tyler was a whore and he was looking for some chick to fulfill his needs while he was here. She was definitely not the type. Hopefully, leaving the conversation the way she did would let him know that she was not going to fuck around on her boyfriend and to just give it up. When Gwen reached the bedroom, she saw that there was only one king sized bed. Why was she surprised? It was as if this game was designed to test her loyalty at every turn. She looked around the room and saw a grey lounge couch in the corner. She heard Tyler walking into the room behind her. "I'll sleep here tonight," she said moving across the room to the couch. When she looked over her shoulder, she saw Tyler roll his head back and groan. He followed the path she just traveled, stopping next to her by the couch. "No, you won't. It isn't that comfortable." Tyler grabbed the pillows off the couch and set them in a line down the middle of the bed, dividing it in half. He turned back to Gwen, irritation creeping onto his face. "I promise I won't cross the barrier. Then you won't have to tell Jessie you slept with another man." Gwen laughed at him, but she was not sure why. "Well, when you phrase it like that, it does sound bad, but thank you." *** Tyler looked down at the beautiful woman sleeping on the other side of the bed. She was lying on her side only giving him a small glimpse of her face. Her breathing was slow and steady. She had been lying perfectly still for the last half hour, while Tyler sat uncomfortably. He was aching to touch her, to feel her skin against his. He wanted to kiss her full lips and slide his tongue against hers. He wanted to feel her body come alive beneath him and make her scream out his name as he took her in every way imaginable. Just thinking about what he wanted to do to her was making him painfully hard. As much as he desired her, it was not going to be a reality tonight. She had been far more resistant than he expected. He had tried to seduce her by his usual means. During golf, he grinded himself against her tight ass as he helped her with her shot. While they roughhoused in the pool, Tyler held her close to him and ran his hands against her body. He thought he had her when she said she cheated, only to hit him with a witty comment. He could not help but smile a little at her comeback. None of his usual bag of tricks had worked. He was going to have to come up with a completely new plan to get Gwen. Tyler knew she had a sweet side, especially when it came to her friends. Maybe he could use that to his advantage. One thing he knew for sure was that he was not going to give up on his mission to bed Gwen. He had to have her. Tyler was drawn from his thoughts when Gwen rolled over onto her back, her face directed towards him. Her lips parted slightly, her breathing light. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath. Her long, chestnut brown hair cascaded around her, framing her face. She was so beautiful. A single strand of hair fell over her face. Tyler could not help himself as he leaned over to brush it away. He tucked the lock behind her ear, but he did not pull away. Her skin was so soft and warm; it was like touching silk. He ran his fingers along her cheek slowly and gently. He leaned in closer to her, not knowing what he was doing, but possessed by her presence. He just wanted to be near her. He paused what he was doing when she rolled on her side, getting closer to him. Her face was now a few inches from his own. This close she was even more beautiful. Tyler rubbed her cheek with his thumb, unable to resist her. Gwen smiled as he continued to stroke her cheek. He moved closer still, intoxicated by her beauty and scent. Suddenly, Gwen tilted her head up and pressed her lips to his. Tyler had been so distracted by her that he did not realize he was so close. He knew he should pull away from her, but he loved the feeling of her full, soft lips against his. He could not help himself. Her lips parted slightly and Tyler took the advantage, slipping his tongue into her sweet mouth. He gently massaged her tongue with his. With each passing second, Tyler was losing control of his desire and becoming more passionate and aggressive. He was starving for her. He tore his lips away from hers and moved to her neck, kissing and licking the length of her throat. Her body came alive beneath him as she panted and twisted. A small gasp emanated from her throat as he satisfied his need for her. "Jessie," she moaned. Tyler stopped dead. It was as if someone had splashed him with a bucket of ice-cold water. He could not continue this, not when she believed he was Jessie. To him it was the same thing as rape. He jumped away from her and out of bed, running for the bathroom. He turned on the shower and jumped in, hoping the cool water would help clear his head. As he stood beneath the falling water, Tyler was still in disbelief of what had happened. He did not usually lose control of himself like that until he was deep inside a woman and she had climaxed multiple times. He had just kissed her and he was out of control. Check that-she kissed him. There was only one other woman in the world who had ever brought him to that level of desire so quickly. He shook his head at the memory of Cathy that tried to break its way out. His mind quickly drifted back to Gwen. She was so beautiful, so perfect. He could see how it was easy for him to lose control. He wanted her so badly, but it was not him she wanted. She was still dedicated to her boyfriend and Tyler was not the type to take by force. He knew he could sway her away. And once he did, it would be that much sweeter. If a kiss alone could do that to him, he could imagine what the rest of it would be like. He could not wait to run his hands over her tight body, to cup her tight, round ass as he pulled her against him. He was eager to grab her perky breasts and suck her nipples while she moaned. He desperately wanted to feel the soft warmth of her dripping pussy, which would be aching for his cock. He wanted to slam into her body and watch her silver eyes fill with lust and passion as she met his thrusts. He wanted to make her quiver and writhe until she climaxed and screamed out his name. Eviction: Week 02 Tyler could not take the thoughts anymore and after a few more jerks, he unloaded, shooting cum all over his hand and the walls of the shower. He had not even realized he was jerking off. He was so engrossed in his fantasy; the ice water was not enough to abate his erection. He leaned against the wall of the shower trying to catch his breath and clear his head. He had to have his fill of Gwen. It was not a matter of want, but need. He knew he was going to have to work harder to win her over next week. Once he had his fill, he would be fine and able to move on to another conquest. The Vote: Solving the Problem Gwen noticed things had been weird between her and Tyler since she woke up. For starters, Tyler was not in bed as he was when she fell asleep. Instead, he was asleep on the uncomfortable couch. When she tried to ask him why, he seemed distant and unlike his usual flirtatious self. She was not sure if she had done something in her sleep to upset him, but she did not think that was possible, given that she was a sound sleeper. She had woken up in the middle of the night, which was a rarity, but Tyler was in the shower. Right before, she had been dreaming about being with Jessie. She was remembering their last kiss. She missed him so much that the kiss almost felt real. She knew it could not have been related to her sleep habits, so she assumed Tyler was just upset that he had not gotten to release his sexual tension. It was his own fault really. If he wanted that, he should have taken one of the single girls, like Quinn. "Yea, you're back," Quinn said, bouncing with excitement as Tyler entered the house. "I missed you. How was The Suite?" "Fine." Tyler blew right passed her and headed for the stairs. Quinn looked puzzled at his cold reception. She gave Gwen a quick dirty look, as if she was blaming her before chasing up the stairs after him. Gwen's friends greeted her as she walked into her room. Zoey was lying on her bed, her head dangling off the end like a gossipy teen. Hattie was sitting on her bed while Drew painted her toes purple and green, which was Drew's favorite color. All the problems of the week seemed to be behind them now and they were starting to work things out. The incident with Samantha seemed far in the past. It did not matter too much because Samantha would no longer be a problem. Soon after returning to the house, the second eviction took place. Many people in the house agreed that Samantha's behavior was problematic, as eight people in the house voted her out. Drew, Hattie, and Gwen each received a vote, but it did not bother Gwen. It showed that there really was not a secondary alliance in the house and that people were voting out of bitter feelings. When Samantha found out, she scoffed and threw death glares to everyone. Quinn gave her a quick hug as she left. Jeremy tried to as well, but Samantha was not having it. She walked right past him, having the last word. "Protection my ass." Eviction: Week 03 Author's Note: This chapter can almost be classified as non-erotic as most of the 'erotic' content is just teasing. I will make up for the lack of content in chapter four, which should be approved along with this chapter. IF not, it should follow soon as I am submitting both chapters simultaneously. Katie *** Week 3: Growing Temptation Growing Closer "Thanks again for your vote," said Connor as Patricia lined up her shot. "That really made it easier to get her out." "Of course," Patricia shrugged. "She was more Quinn's friend than mine. She was too stuck up for my tastes and if experience has taught me anything, it is never trust a stuck up bitch." Patricia hit the cue ball, which hit the yellow solid, but it did not have enough power to force it into the pocket. She muttered a curse under her breath as she stood up. "I'm sure your job has given you loads of experience understanding people," Connor said, lining up an easy shot at the green-striped ball. It went into the left side pocket. "I have the pleasure of defending some of the worst people in LA. The stuck up ones usually did it." Connor chalked his stick quickly and focused on the blue-striped ten. "How do you do your job when you know their guilty?" Patricia shrugged. "Everyone is guilty of something. I just have to make them look innocent to a jury." Connor missed the shot and backed away from the table. Patricia leaned in front of him over the table. Through her tight yoga pants, he had a perfect view of her ass. Her waist was tiny, but her hips were larger to accommodate her large, round ass. He could see she was not wearing any panties, making his dick twitch in his pants. He moved around the table to the other side. It was wrong for him to stare at her. Patricia was his friend and he had his beautiful girlfriend at home. She would lose her mind if he saw him looking at Patricia. The other side of the table was not any better a place for him. As he watched her line up her shot, he had a perfect view down her low cut white shirt. He could see her white push up bra, her tits straining for escape. He was getting harder and it was becoming more difficult for him not to stare. He had to get his mind off her. "So everyone is guilty?" he asked, trying to get conversation rolling again. "Yes. Including you," Patricia said with a beautiful smile, her green eyes glowing with excitement. "What are you guilty of?" Connor asked, running his hand on the back of his head. "Working too hard," she shrugged as she lined up for another shot. "How about you?" "Being too nice." Connor was not sure what compelled him to do what he did next. He laid his pool stick against the wall and walked around the table ending up behind Patricia. He leaned over her placing his hands on top of hers on the pool stick. "At that angle, you'll miss the shot. Move the cue this way." He adjusted Patricia's arm until it lined up with the red ball. His face was resting on her shoulder. Her soft, highlighted brown hair was brushing against his cheek. Her scent was lavender and it assaulted his nostrils. In his current position, his throbbing cock was resting against her ass, straining him further. They never took the shot. Patricia turned her face to look at Connor. He looked right into her eyes, conflicted about what to do. Every thought in his mind was telling him to get away, but he could not. He pulled his arms off the stick. As he did, his hands gently ran along her body. She did nothing to stop him as his hands traveled down her sides, then down her full backside, where they lingered longer than they should have. Patricia turned to face him, gazing into his eyes. He could not tell what she was thinking. The only thing he was thinking right now was how unbelievably beautiful she was. Unexpectedly, Connor leaned in and gently pressed his lips to Patricia's. Immediately, she returned his kiss, their lips moving as one. The feeling was electric as their gentle kiss became more passionate. Patricia was the first to make a move, running her fingers through Connor's blond hair and pulling him in deeper. Her tongue traced his lower lip until he relented and allowed her to slip into his mouth. Her tongue found his and massaged it with just the tip of her tongue. Connor groaned against her lips. The more Patricia's desire grew, the more Connor's resolve weakened. When she slipped her tongue into his mouth, his hand slid up the side of her body, grabbing her full breast. Patricia moaned and smiled as their kissing continued. Connor gently pushed Patricia down onto the pool table, pushing the balls away to accommodate the sex-starved couple. Patricia wrapped her legs around his waist, rubbing her hips against his hardening shaft. The thin fabric of her yoga pants and his swim trunks only separated them. Patricia ground herself against Connor, moaning wildly. Connor returned the favor, grinding his shaft against her aching body. Connor's lips moved from Patricia's mouth to her neck. She was moaning freely as he licked her throat and he grabbed her breast. His other hand traveled up the outside of her leg, ending at her ass, which he roughly grabbed. "Oh God, Connor. I want you to take me. Right here, right now. I want you to fuck me," she panted. The thought was so desirable. Connor moved his mouth down her neck and to the collar of her loose fitting shirt. He licked the tops of her breasts and stretched the collar enough to lick between her mounds. He wanted to slip her nipple out and suck it. He wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her like she had begged him to, but he could not. Connor ripped himself completely away from Patricia, panting. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that," he said, rubbing the back of his head. "I have a girlfriend." Patricia sat up off the table, giving him a sexy smile. It was hard to resist her when she was doing that. "It's okay," she said as she moved closer to him. God he wanted to taste her again, to feel her magnificent body beneath him, but he could not. He had to think of Veronica. He already knew she was going to lose her mind over this kiss; he did not need to make matters worse. He loved his girlfriend. As Patricia grazed his arm, Connor pulled away. "No, it's not. I should go." He hurried towards the door, not looking back to see Patricia's expression. He knew if he did, he might do something unforgiveable. Recap: Ladies Edition "So, what happened in the Suite?" Hattie asked, hugging her pillow. Gwen was glad to see that she had returned to her hopeless romantic self. "Nothing. We just talked," she said, jumping onto her comfy blue bed. "Really? That seems like a waste," said Patricia, who was perched on her pink bed in the far corner. "Now, wait. Maybe it wasn't," said Zoey, putting her hands up. "What did you talk about?" "Nothing in particular," shrugged Gwen. "He was friendly." "So he tried to stick his dick in you?" said Zoey, bluntly. "No. He was not trying to be 'friendly'," Gwen replied, grabbing her boobs to make her point, "just being a nice person." Gwen did not want to speak on her suspicions, especially since nothing was confirmed. Tyler was a hard person to read, as most flirtatious people were. She did not want to falsely accuse him of something and cause drama in the house. "I'm calling bullshit on that one," shouted Patricia. "Even if he tried, I'm faithful to Jessie." "But for how long?" she asked, grilling Gwen like a powerful attorney. Hattie threw her pillow across the room, barely missing Patricia. "Come on, Patricia. She isn't Samantha. I think she can resist Tyler." "Although it will be difficult," interjected Zoey. "He is absolutely gorgeous." Gwen rolled her eyes. She knew that, but she did not go after looks. "All I'm saying is he just has to push the right buttons. Look at Connor. He made out with me last night on the pool table." Gwen shot up in bed. This was shocking news to her. Connor was very open about his relationship back home and his love for his girlfriend. There was no way he could do that to her, could he? "Really?" asked Zoey, who was also drawn into the latest gossip. "Oh yea, it was so hot," Patricia responded as she laid back on her bed, day dreaming. "I can't help but want his body now. God, I hope I get the Suite this week. I'll let him have me every way." "Wow." Gwen was in utter shock about what Connor had done and what Patricia was planning. "Maybe practice a little discretion, Patricia. He does have a girlfriend," chimed Hattie. She was always thinking of others and she was right here. Patricia should not be running her mouth about what happened, if it was true. It was Connor's responsibility to handle his issues with his girlfriend. Patricia sat up, rolling her eyes in irritation. "Like I care. By the end of this show, I'm going to make him all mine." She stood up and bounded out of the room. Gwen heard the door across the hall open and then shut. Patricia must have gone across the hall to gossip with Quinn. The two had been talking more since Samantha had left. "Am I the only one who is starting to hate her?" confessed Zoey. Gwen shook her head. "Nope, the feeling is mutual." Recap: Gentleman's Edition "So, how was she? Better than Quinn?" Jeremy asked, excited for the details. "I wouldn't know. She's putting up one hell of a fight," said Tyler as he took a swig of water. "She's so devoted to that boyfriend of hers back home." "Damn right she is," Jessie said to himself. The anger he felt had not subsided since Gwen was picked for The Suite visit with Tyler. In fact, while he waited between episodes, it had grown. Jessie wanted to watch the internet feeds, but he just did not have the time with work. He had spent the last few days in a panic, wondering what went on in the camera-free zone. He was glad to hear the Gwen was not giving in to pretty boy's charms. "You're moves aren't as good as you thought. Maybe I should step in and show you how it's done," Jeremy said with a devilish grin. These two just were not giving up. "No, thanks. I just need more alone time with her. I'm going to take her into The Suite again if I win." "Fuck," Jessie said, dropping his head. He knew America had a love affair with Tyler. All the women at work were gushing about him, so he knew the odds of him winning America's Choice again were pretty high. Jessie did not know if he could take another week of uncertainty as to what Tyler and Gwen did in The Suite. "Good luck with that man," Jeremy chuckled, getting up to leave. "If things don't play out or once you're done with her, send her my way. I need a replacement for Sam." "Once she's been with me, I'm going to ruin her for everyone else," Tyler retorted. "Including her prissy little boyfriend." The two men shared a laugh as Jeremy left the room. Anger was rising in Jessie again. He hated how they talked about Gwen as if she was a piece of meat. Jessie knew how sweet and kind she was. She should not be treated like some object of lust. She deserved respect and it was clear that neither of these guys had any respect for her. Jessie watched Tyler walk around the workout room. Suddenly, he stopped right in front of the camera, looking straight into the lens. It was as if Tyler was looking right at him. "Your girlfriend may be putting up a fight now, but it won't be long until I have her on her back, screaming my name as I fuck her senseless. And when I do, I'll be sure to put it all on display for the whole world to see." Jessie's rage reached unknown territory as he watched Tyler leave the room, a smug ass smile plastered on his face. Jessie stood up and screamed to keep from putting a hole through his wall. He could not believe what Tyler had said. Worse, he could not believe he had the nerve to direct it right at him. He was making him a fool to the whole country. There was nothing he could do to stop Tyler and his ridiculous pursuit of Gwen and it seemed like the only way he would stop would be if she gave in. Jessie hoped and prayed she could abstain. She had already survived one week, but it seemed like Tyler was going to up his game. The longer Gwen was away from him, the easier it might be for her to cave. Jessie was now wishing he never let her go on the show, but he knew he could not have stopped her once her mind was made up. He had to hope Tyler would be voted out soon, or better yet, Gwen. Fun in the Sun Tyler was in the backyard, working with the free weights. He always liked working out because it cleared his mind. He was also aware that women loved watching him work out. This was proven as Quinn ogled him from across the yard, but it was not her attention he was vying for. He watched Gwen from across the yard, looking beautiful in her black bikini. She was lying on her stomach, reading a book while she tanned. His eyes wandered over her tight body. Her legs were long and thin, leading up to her full round ass. He wanted to grab it, to feel her body in his hands. Just looking at her and desiring her was making him hard. He had to fight to suppress his urges. Tyler's attention was drawn away by the high-pitched screams of a woman. He followed the sound to Patricia, who was screaming and cursing at Jeremy, her hands covering her breasts. Jeremy had his typical shit-eating grin on his face as he waved her maroon bikini top in front of her. She reached for it, but Jeremy pulled it out of range and ran around the yard. Tyler could not help but laugh. He followed Jeremy as he ran. He passed by a sunbathing Quinn, who was still staring at Tyler. She had untied her pink and green bikini top to avoid tan lines on her back. Jeremy took advantage of this, ripping her bikini from beneath her. Quinn shrieked and sat up, but did not cover herself. Her perky breasts were completely exposed and she had a faux look of shock on her face. Tyler could see her look at him out of the corner of her eye before chasing after Jeremy, her tits bouncing as she ran. Patricia was also in pursuit, covering her breasts. Tyler continued to laugh at Jeremy and his game. The girls were no match for Jeremy and could not keep up. As he ran past the pool, Jeremy threw the tops into the water, laughing as he ran. Tyler high fived him as he ran passed him, sharing in his laughter. After Jeremy was passed, Tyler could see Gwen, looking over at him. The look on her face was one of complete judgement. She held his gaze for only a moment before returning to her book. Tyler's joy faded as he looked away from her. He did not know why he cared what she thought about his behavior, but he suddenly felt ashamed. He started to go back to his workout when he heard another shriek. In the few seconds Tyler had looked away from Gwen, Jeremy was able to steal her top as well. She immediately covered her breasts and glared as Jeremy laughed and ran away from her. Gwen did not chase after him, but instead grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself. Jeremy sprinted towards Tyler and tossed him Gwen's bikini top. "This should help you," he laughed. Tyler looked over at Gwen who looked agitated and frustrated. She was not looking at him, instead working to gather her things to head back inside. Tyler walked over to her. Gwen did not look at him until he stopped right in front of her. "Here you go," he said handing her the clothing. Gwen looked surprised as she took the top. Tyler grabbed his towel and pulled it in front of her, acting as a shield from prying eyes. Although he was tempted to peak, he did not look down at Gwen as she replaced her bikini top. When she was done, she pulled his towel down and looked up to him, her eyes conveying gratitude, but searching for something. "Thanks," she responded. Tyler smirked at her, not wanting to take his eyes off her. "Really, dude?" Jeremy yelled from the other side of the yard. "Jeremy, I bet your parents are ashamed of you," said Don as he read his book. "I bet they wish they had disciplined you more as a child so you wouldn't turn out to be such a failure." "You know what, old man. Shut the fuck up," Jeremy yelled barreling towards Don. "You are the biggest buzzkill here. This show isn't about sitting on your ass all day, bitching about the world." Tyler saw the look in Jeremy's eye was murderous and immediately jumped in between him and Don. Connor, although not as strong as Tyler, also jumped between the two and Tyler was thankful for his presence. He alone was not able to keep Jeremy back. Although he was restrained, Jeremy was still running his mouth. "We're having fun and if you don't want to, that doesn't mean you can ruin it for us. So shut your fat fucking mouth before I make you." Tyler pushed him back, giving him a look that urged him to walk away and cool off. "That boy has no respect at all," Don said. "Don, they're young people," interjected Zoey. "They're enjoying being young. Don't try to saddle them with responsibility when we're all here, escaping our responsibilities at home." Don scoffed. "As a mother, you should not be enabling them." "They're not my children. They're grown adults capable of making their own choices." "If they are going to act like children, then I will treat them like children." Don stood up and walked into the house. "I'll go talk to him," Hattie said as she followed him. Once Don was gone, Jeremy immediately returned to the group, his anger still present. "I want that asshole gone this week," he yelled, unable to control his rage. "I did not come here to have someone be up my ass like my dad and I'll be damned if I let him speak to me like that again." Tyler looked around the group. Although he knew of a divide in the household, he could tell that this was something that they all agreed. Don had to go. America's Choice: Frustration Quinn was growing frustrated. Ever since The Suite, Tyler had been avoiding her. He rarely spent time with her in the house. At night, she slept alone even though he was only one bed over. Last week really pissed her off when he chose Gwen for The Suite visit instead of her. She thought that after their night in The Suite, he would be trying to fuck her at every possible opportunity, but he was doing the opposite. She had to get to the bottom of this. She watched Tyler enter the storage room and followed behind him soon after. "Hey Tyler. It's been a while since we talked," Quinn said, leaning against the door. She bit her lip and played with a strand of her auburn hair. "Yep," he replied, not even turning from the closet to give her attention. Quinn stepped closer to him, getting irritated with him. If he was not so damn sexy and an amazing fuck, she might not even bother, but he was a god who showed her affection and made her feel things she never felt before. She was desperate to keep him. "Did I do something to make you mad at me? We never talk anymore and you haven't hung out with me since The Suite." Tyler stood up and faced her, but he did not look into her eyes. Quinn thought he might be feeling guilty that he had been neglecting her. "I'm focused on the game right now. Setting up my moves," he said plainly. It was good enough for Quinn. "Oh, okay," she replied in her bubbly voice. "Well, if you're ever looking for a stress reliever, I'm one bed over and I'm always available." She tried to reach out to touch him, but he breezed right past her. "I'll keep that in mind," he said as he left through the door. Eviction: Week 03 Following their talk, Quinn was sure Tyler would pick her as his guest if he won America's Choice. When his name shown on the screen, she was filled with excitement, but it was short lived. Tyler picked Gwen again. Quinn was livid. Why was he picking her again? When they returned from The Suite last week, he was angry and frustrated and Quinn knew it was all Gwen's fault. She did not know what she did, but she knew she was behind it. She could not see the reason for it, but she did know one thing: Gwen was not her friend, and definitely not her ally. She just became Quinn's number one target. The Suite: A Friendly Chat Gwen was apprehensive going to The Suite with Tyler this time. In fact, she was more uncertain of what was going to happen this time around, than she had been the first time. Tyler had been different this week. When they returned from The Suite the previous week, he had been cold and distant. As the week progressed, his demeanor had softened. He was not his usual flirtatious self, but was kind and genuine. When Jeremy stole her bikini top and threw it to Tyler, she was sure he would make her chase him for it. Instead, he handed it to her, had held the towel and averted his eyes while she put it back on. When Jeremy had freaked out at Don, he took it upon himself to calm him down, when he would usually give some snarky, supportive remark. It was all very out of character for him. Gwen could not figure Tyler out. He was all over the map with his intentions and his behavior. It should make her concerned, but instead, it fascinated her. She wanted to know more about who he was and what made him tick. This time in The Suite, she was determined to get him talking. It was just her luck when they walked into the backyard to a margarita party for two. Alcohol was not allowed in the house because of a fight during a previous season. Gwen was thankful to have something to drink to help her relax, but she was hoping that maybe a little alcohol would loosen Tyler's tongue and get him talking about himself. Early in their conversations, Tyler continued to ask about Gwen and her life. She told him about her time at Colby-Sawyer College and her job at the hospital. During the whole conversation, he was attentive and interested in her work. It made her smile to see that someone outside her field appreciated her effort. After twenty minutes of questioning and three margaritas, Gwen was getting bored talking about herself. "Come on, this is my second time here. At least tell me something about yourself," she pleaded, hoping the alcohol was making him soft. "Fine, fine," he relented with a laugh. "I've lived in Florida my whole life. My parents are still together, but I don't see them dying together like yours. I've got an older brother and two younger brothers, none of them as charming as me." Gwen laughed at his smug comment looking down at her drink. She made a mental note to slow it down a bit, as the comment usually would not incite such a reaction. When she looked up, she saw Tyler smiling at her, the joy carrying to his eyes. She had never seen his face light up like that before and she was not sure what had sparked the reaction. As she stared at him, she realized how handsome he was in that moment. His blue eyes were lively; his smile was perfect and infectious. Gwen's eyes continued to trace over Tyler, admiring his perfect form. His biceps were defined; his tight chest was chiseled in his grey tee shirt. Gwen bit her lip as her arousal started to rise. She had to look away before she did something regrettable. "Did you always want to do construction?" Gwen asked, not looking at Tyler. She needed to keep the conversation going and her eyes off him. "No. I went to Florida State and was the quarterback. I was really good and had pro potential if I had not fucked around in practice. I let my social life consume my time and the fame went to my head, so I was cut from the team. I did graduate with a degree in business, though." "So why construction?" Gwen swirled her glass to distract herself. "My dad did it. I worked for him in high school, so I was good at it. I now operate his company." "Cool." Gwen and Tyler sat in silence for a moment as Gwen pondered her next question. "So do you have a girlfriend?" The question was out of her mouth before she could stop herself. She was shocked. Why do I want to know? She thought. Why do I care? Tyler did not answer at first, causing Gwen to look at him. Tyler pondered for a moment and then smirked. "Sorry, relationship questions are off the board." "What? That's not fair." Why was he allowed to know all about my love life, but I can't know about his? she thought. "Totally is," Tyler responded with a smile. "I earned The Suite. I get to refuse to answer any questions I want." Gwen let out a huff of frustration. It was bothering her that he would not tell her anything about his relationships and she did not know why. She wanted to learn more about Tyler and it seemed natural to ask about his personal life, or at least that was how she justified it to herself. Gwen looked around the backyard, trying to think of a way to get him to open up when she spotted the pool table. A plan started to formulate in her head and she could not help but smile. "How about a little game, then?" Gwen said, hopping out of her seat. Gwen turned and headed towards the pool table, thankful that she was able to walk straight. It did not seem that the alcohol was impairing her as much as she thought. "I love games," Tyler said, following her. When she looked behind her shoulder, she could see his infectious smile still on his face. She looked away, smiling at herself before quickly regaining her composure. "You may not like this one," she said as she reached the pool table. "Okay, so it's a standard game of pool, but here's the catch: For every ball I sink that is my own, I get to ask you one question, any question, and you have to answer it." "What do I get if I sink a ball?" Tyler asked, leaning on the table. "What do you want?" He looked up, trying to decide, a sexy grin settling across his face. "Every ball I sink, you give me one ten-second kiss." Gwen was shocked at his decision at first. Things had seemed genuinely friendly between them the last week. Had it all been a ploy to get in her pants? Gwen knew she should not accept the request, but she wanted answers and she had never been one to back down from a challenge, especially one she knew she would win. "Deal." Tyler's smile broadened as he racked the balls on the table. "Excellent. Might I warn you, I am amazing at pool, so start applying the Chap Stick." Gwen grabbed a pool stick, emboldened by his overconfident statement. "Oh, you're going to be incredibly disappointed." "I doubt that," he said, moving around the table. "You break. You'll need all the help you can get." Gwen lined up her shot at the perfect angle and hit the cue ball. All the balls scattered on the table before the solid blue ball fell into the corner pocket. "Looks like I'm solids," Gwen said with a smile as she stood up. "Lucky break," Tyler shrugged. "What's your first question?" "Let's start with my original question, do you have a girlfriend?" "No," he replied confidently. "Really? I thought you and Quinn were a couple." Tyler laughed for a few seconds. "Yea, no." Satisfied with his answer, Gwen lined up her next shot. The maroon ball banked off the side of the table, before rolling into the right corner pocket. Gwen smirked as she faced Tyler. "Have you ever been in love?" Gwen knew he was a flirt, but she was not sure if he was a serious guy who could commit to someone. "Yes." She was a little shocked at his response. She had not expected a guy like him to have any deeper feelings. When he answered, he looked away from Gwen. She found it odd, but did not want to press the matter. If he did not have a girlfriend, that meant that his love was lost and she was not the type of person to rip open wounds. The orange ball was the next to fall. "I know you seduced women away from their men, but have you ever cheated on a girlfriend?" Gwen watched his reaction carefully. He did not look at her when he answered. "Yes." It was as if his confidence was shaken at the invasive line of questioning. Gwen felt bad to make him feel this way, but she was too curious for her own good. She wanted to know these answers. How else was she going to get to know the type of person he was. Is that really the reason? she asked herself. She pushed the question from her mind as she lined up the next shot. Gwen aimed for the red ball. The cue ball clipped the green one, sending it into the side pocket before making contact with its target, dropping the red ball in the left corner. Gwen looked up at Tyler, who was in shock. "Why do I feel like I'm being played?" he asked. Gwen stood, giving him a confident smirk. "I used to make money in college by beating guys at pool. I paid for my textbooks each semester with the money." "Shit." Gwen chuckled. "First question, how many women have you slept with?" "I've lost count." Tyler shrugged. "Ballpark it, then." "Over twenty, maybe thirty." Gwen's mouth dropped in astonishment, but she did not linger on it. "Okay, man whore. Next question, do you ever see yourself getting married and being faithful to your wife?" What the hell brought on that question? She thought to herself. Tyler looked down and smiled before returning his eyes to Gwen. "Absolutely, if she's the right girl." "You wouldn't be marrying her if she was the wrong girl." Gwen gazed at him trying to read what he was thinking, but she could not. Instead, she was admiring him. Now that he was standing, she could see a hint of his washboard abs through his tight shirt. Her gaze drifted to his noticeable bulge in his jeans. She remembered what he had looked like when he had stripped naked in the backyard and ran around. She bit her lip in desire, longing to feel him against her again. She tore her eyes from him and back to the table, but it did nothing to stop the ache and the longing growing inside her. "Miss one already," Tyler called as she took her shot. Sure enough, she did, but the layout of the table did not worry her. Her two remaining balls, as well as the eight ball, blocked three of the pockets. All of Tyler's were grouped at one end of the table, the corner pockets blocked. The cue ball was positioned at the other end of the table, leaving Tyler with nothing. He growled in frustration as he took his shot, breaking apart a couple of the stripes that were closely grouped together. Gwen looked at Tyler who was dismayed. Something was bugging her about him. He was openly a flirt and last week in The Suite, she thought he was being more than flirtatious, although she brushed it off. Now, she was starting to see the behavior again, making her suspicious of his intentions. She lined up her shot, causing the purple ball to drop in the corner pocket. "Why do you keep bringing me here?" she asked quickly, looking up at him through her long lashes. "I enjoy spending time with you," he said with a smile. Gwen quickly moved around the table and took her next shot, dropping the yellow ball in. "Is that the only reason?" Tyler hesitated as the tone of their game had changed. "No." "What's the other reason?" "That question is going to cost you another ball," Tyler said. It was clear he did not want to reveal the game he was playing, but his answer had already told Gwen all she needed to know. "No need. I think I know the reason." "Do you now?" he asked, arching his brows. Gwen slammed the eight ball into the left side pocket before throwing her stick down onto the table. She moved around the table to Tyler, stopping inches from him. Tyler laid his stick against the wall, gazing into Gwen's eyes. "Do you want to push me down onto this pool table and fuck me senseless?" Gwen could see he was caught off guard by the bluntness of her question, but as he continued to stare at her, his expression changed. He gazed into her eyes, searching for something before he whispered his response. "Yes." She was at a crossroads. The part of her mind that was driven by physical desire was telling her to give into his little game, to let him win, which would be a win for her. The rational part of her mind was telling her to keep resisting, to make clear her thoughts. Gwen leaned into him, her lips resting close to his ear. She could hear him stop breathing. "Too bad," she whispered. She pulled away from him, seeing the disappointment wash over his face. "Have a goodnight, Tyler." Gwen pushed passed him and into the house. She was upset. It had all been a game to him. All he wanted was to get into her pants. He did not want to be friends or lay any foundation of any kind. He just wanted to add her to his total, nothing more. By the time Gwen reached the bedroom, she was upset. She thought Tyler had been genuine in who he was and his actions. She thought he had returned her top because he was a gentleman. She thought that he had shown interest in her life because he was curious and fascinated. Instead, he had played the part of a friend so well she had actually desired him. She had contemplated, even at the briefest of moments, of kissing him. She could have easily turned that kiss into something more and she would have been okay with it. She would have been okay with cheating on Jessie because what she had seen in Tyler, she had liked. But it was all a lie. As she readied for bed, she felt stupid for believing it, for almost throwing away a year of hard work on a man who wanted to make her number thirty-one. She would not have been able to continue in a relationship with Jessie after cheating on him. She knew he would never forgive her if she betrayed him. She would not be able to forgive herself. Gwen grabbed the throw blanket from the end of the bed and her pillow and made herself as comfortable as possible on the grey couch. Tyler was right that it was uncomfortable, but there was no way in hell she was sharing a bed with him knowing what she knew. He had openly admitted that he wanted to fuck her. She should not have been so surprised by the confession, but she still could not believe it. Was he so confident that he had her? Was that why he had confessed? Had Gwen mislead him as much as he misled her? No way, she thought. Gwen thought back to her behavior throughout the evening. She had laughed at his comment about his brothers. She had been biting her lip while she had admired his perfect body. She had not been hiding her glances at him; in fact, he had caught her staring numerous times. But how could she resist? He was physically perfect. His body was tight with defined muscle that was not intimidating. His blue eyes were entrancing and his smile was irresistible. His jawline was strong and chest was broad and perfectly muscular. She remembered seeing the bulge in his jeans and her longing returned. There was no denying it. Gwen ached for Tyler. She wanted to kiss his lips, to feel his tongue invade her mouth. She yearned to be crushed against his body as his hands explored her, feeling her naked skin. She desired to lie beneath him as he took her panting and moaning his name until he finally made her scream out in orgasmic bliss. She wanted it so badly and her body was responding accordingly. She was growing wetter between her legs the more she thought about it. Her hand started to move under her shorts when she stopped herself. What am I doing? She thought. Her whole reason for not throwing herself to Tyler was coming back to her. Jessie. She could not hurt him. He was a wonderful guy who had done so much for her and was so loving. To betray him like this would be devastating and she could not bring herself to do it. It was going to be a difficult couple of weeks without him here, but she wanted to go back to him when this was over. She still loved him. Suppressing her desire and after lying awake for a few more hours, Gwen was finally able to go to sleep. *** Tyler slipped into the bedroom sometime after midnight. He decided not to pursue Gwen after their little pool game. He did not know how she would react, but he knew she would not be happy. She seemed pissed when he admitted he wanted to fuck her, but he thought that the ending would have been different. Instead, he had spent the last few hours alone in the backyard lost in thought. Why was he so stuck on Gwen? Granted she was gorgeous, but he had been with many women who were Gwen's level of attractive before and none of them drove him insane like she did. The thought of giving up crossed his mind for a moment, but he could not. Something was driving him to keep trying, no matter what. When he thought she would be asleep, he decided to return to the bedroom and get some sleep as well. When he walked in, she was not in the bed. In the darkness, he could barely see until his eyes adjusted and he found her asleep on the couch. She was so angry with him that she was willing to sleep in the most uncomfortable spot in The Suite. Tyler hung his head in shame, realizing how much of a jackass he was. She was a devoted girl to Jessie and try as he might; he did not see himself prying her away from him. Maybe he should just leave her alone. If he needed a fuck buddy, Quinn had openly offered. When he looked down at her lying on the couch, he realized he could not just let her go. Her face was relaxed and her breathing light. She looked like a princess; she was so beautiful. As he watched her sleep, he realized that his desire went deeper than beauty. He remembered how her smile lightened his mood and her laugh made him smile. He loved her witty comments and was impressed that she could hold herself so well. She was a woman of many talents, which he saw in her shocking display in the pool game and the golf game last week. Gwen was fun, compassionate, and caring. She did not let things get to her easily. To him, she was the perfect girl. Tyler reached down and scooped Gwen up, being careful not to wake her. He laid her on the bed gently and admired her again. She was wearing a pair of gray fleece shorts and a loose fitting red Boston Red Sox shirt. Her long legs, which were usually a creamy white, were starting to tan from her time out in California. Her body was tight. Her breasts were full and perky and her ass was perfectly round. He wanted her so badly that he had to resist the urge to touch her. He sat down on the edge of the bed and buried his face in his hands. What was wrong with him? Why was he acting like a lovesick puppy? It was physically hurting him not to be close to her, to hold her tight in his arms and sleep together. What started out as a desire to bed a taken woman was now transforming into something more. It was a path he rarely traveled and had not been down since Cathy left. Tyler stood up and looked at Gwen one more time. That is when he noticed the wet spot between her legs, seeping through her shorts. Fuck, I want her, thought Tyler. But she was not his to have, not tonight. Tyler quickly pulled the comforter over Gwen's sleeping form and rushed to the shower to relieve his frustration. The Vote: No Surprise Gwen was concerned when she woke up in the king sized bed of The Suite the next morning. She was worried that Tyler might have overstepped his boundaries until she saw him lying on the couch again. He had switched places with her so she could sleep comfortably. Eviction: Week 03 Gwen was now more confused than before. He knew her position on sleeping with him and yet he was still showing kindness. He had nothing to gain by doing this, so why was he still being nice? All of this was driving Gwen crazy. The return to the house was the same as the week before. Tyler kept his distance from Gwen as she happily returned to her friends, but the happiness would not last long. Don has been evicted, the television screen read. Hattie immediately burst into tears, but Don did not seem shocked at all. The house did not hide their disdain for the older contestant, so this vote was not much of a blind side. As Don headed to the door, the only person that had followed him was Hattie. During their time together, they had formed a father/daughter relationship that Hattie had always longed for. Don gave the small girl a smothering hug. "Good luck, kiddo. Don't let any of these buffoons change you," he said as he eyed up the rest of the house. "I won't," Hattie said, pulling away. "Goodbye." She gave him one last look through her glassy eyes as he walked out the door. Once it was closed, fresh tears flowed as she sprinted towards her room, with Drew in pursuit. The rest of the house just silently stared at the closed door. It was Jeremy who broke the silence, saying exactly what everyone had been thinking. "Good riddance." Eviction: Week 04 Author's Note: As promised, this chapter is packed with erotic material to make up for the lack of it in the last chapter. Hope you guys are enjoying the novel. As always, feedback is appreciated. Katie *** Week 4: Succumb New Target The house sat in silence in the minutes following Don's eviction. Gwen looked around at the remaining contestants. The three most hated people in the house were gone. The nine remaining contestants all had allies or were universally liked by the house. This was where the game was going to get tough. Each move from here on out would affect the end game. Every move had to be carefully planned and all outcomes had to be evaluated if Gwen was going to win this game. "Thank God he's gone," Jeremy said, "and he will not be missed." "Except by Hattie," replied Quinn as she laid on the lounge portion of the sectional couch. "Did you see her cry after he left?" Jeremy plopped down in the chair. "Don't worry; she'll be right out the door behind him." "What?" Gwen asked, sitting up in her seat. "She's a little cry baby and I'm tired of her tears," Jeremy confessed. Quinn continued his thought. "She cried when Drew slept with Samantha and she's crying now that Don is gone. It's ridiculous." "Don was her friend," explained Zoey. "We may not have liked him, but why should we punish her for being sweet to everyone?" "Because her sweetness comes with an annoying cry," Patricia confessed as she walked out of the room. Gwen was stunned. Of all the people that the house should be targeting, they chose Hattie. Sweet, innocent Hattie. She was no threat to anyone and never caused conflict, yet half the house was okay with getting rid of her. Gwen could admit that she could be overly emotional, but she did not think it was worth voting Hattie out over. Not when Jeremy's rage and Quinn's bitchy attitude remained in the house. "We have the numbers to get her out right here," admitted Jeremy. "Shouldn't we spare her more difficulties down the road?" *** Zoey and Gwen could not take staying in the living room long and retired to their room. Hattie and Drew were in there, talking about the vote and the upcoming week. Zoey immediately announced Jeremy's plan to the couple. Drew was in complete shock and Hattie started to get emotional. Drew took her in his arms and she quickly calmed down. "Jeremy is such an ass. This is just revenge for Samantha. He should be the one leaving," Drew spat angrily as he held Hattie in his arms. "You know we wouldn't be able to convince the people we need," admitted Gwen. As much as she wanted to be rid of Jeremy, she had to be realistic. "Tyler and Quinn definitely wouldn't turn and Connor would be on the fence." "Then let's get Quinn," said Zoey, plopping onto her lime green bed. "She's about as annoying as they come." "Patricia and Jeremy would keep her, but Connor and Tyler may not," Hattie said. "We'd have a better shot." "Gwen can use her 'friendship' with Tyler to convince him," Zoey teased. "Why do you emphasize that word?" Gwen was regretting telling Zoey about her Suite visits. "Because it is so obvious he wants more from you. You are a resilient woman to resist him." "It's called having morals," Gwen playfully snapped, "But let's get back to the problem at hand." "I'll talk to Connor," Drew ordered. "Hattie, keep a low profile. I know it's hard not to be sad that Don is gone, but you need to be happy around them. If not, it will hurt you more." "Okay, but I'll be happier when all of them are gone," Hattie admitted, nuzzling into Drew. "Won't we all." Breaking a Promise Patricia was lounging on the grey sheets, dressed in her black silk babydoll. Her highlighted brown hair cascaded down her back in waves. She had redone her makeup just for the occasion: black eyeliner, with grey eyeshadow and a deep red lipstick. She had seen herself in the mirror and she knew how sexy she was. She hoped that Connor would appreciate it as much as she did. Connor walked into his bedroom, unaware of her presence at first. After shutting the door, he finally saw her lying on his bed in a sexy pose. She heard the undeniable click of the door lock and could not help but smirk. "You took a gamble in coming here," he said, walking towards his bed. "How so?" "Well, what if that was Drew that came in here?" "Then, I would have told him to piss off," Patricia responded, sitting up on the bed. Connor hesitated as he looked over Patricia. She was having the affect she desired. "You look amazing in that," he stammered, sweating with uncertainty. "That was the point." Patricia crawled closer to the edge of the bed, her motions slow and deliberate. She perched herself on the edge of the bed and bit her lip seductively. Connor hung his head before looking at Patricia again. "I can't do anything with you, Patricia. I have my girlfriend Veronica at home." Patricia was not the type who took no for an easy answer. She was used to persuading people to agree with her or give her what she wanted. It was her job and she was good at it. She knew she could convince Connor to change his mind. "Exactly," she began, bringing her body closer to him. "She's at home, but I'm right here." She grabbed Connor's hand and put one of his fingers in her mouth, sucking on it gently. Her tongue swirled around it playfully. Connor let out a light groan at her touch before Patricia pulled his finger out. "And right now, I want you Connor, and I know you want me." She slid his finger down her chest until it rested between her perky breasts. She grabbed his other hand and ran it under the babydoll nightgown, forcing him to cup her ass. She continued to move his finger down her body, rubbing her skin with the silk. Patricia leaned in close to him, her lips almost touching his. "I want you to do whatever you want to me. Anything." She pushed her lips against his, kissing him firmly and passionately. He did not object at first, letting her trace her tongue along his lips, desperately probing to push it into his mouth. After a moment, Connor pushed away from her eager lips. "Patricia, I can't," he said, shaking his head. "You just need a little convincing." Patricia's hands traveled to the clasp in the front. She unsnapped it, allowing the silk fabric to fall from her body and expose her breasts. Connor's face was in awe of seeing her nearly naked before him. Patricia sucked her index finger gently before bringing it to her nipple. She cooed as her finger traced around it, making it instantly erect. She bit her lip playfully as she repeated the same process with her other nipple. Connor watched her with desire in his eyes, yet still unable to bring himself to willingly touch her. Frustrated, Patricia tried a different approach. She moved off the bed and abruptly pulled off his gym shorts. Connor tried to back away as Patricia freed his six-inch member, but Patricia grabbed his hips, keeping him in place. Patricia leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his cock. Connor stopped fighting and groaned as she took every inch of him in her mouth. She sucked on him, bobbing her head up and down his shaft. Her tongue played with his sensitive tip, causing him to moan above her. Suddenly, Connor pulled her off. Patricia grew frustrated again, thinking he still would not succumb to her. Connor pulled her up and sat her on the bed. Patricia flopped back, her perky breasts bouncing when she hit the bed. She looked up at Connor who was still waging a war within himself. Patricia could see he was close to cracking. She smirked and rubbed her fingers over her silk covered clit, tilting her head back and moaning in pleasure. "Fuck it," Connor said and ripped Patricia's panties off in one move, leaving her completely naked on the bed. He knelt between her legs and greedily licked at her dripping pussy. Patricia gasped and twisted at the initial contact, forcing Connor to pin her hips in place. His tongue traced over her lips, teasingly coming close to diving into her dripping hole. Patricia moaned and pushed her hands into her hair. His tongue traveled to her clit, flicking it, and sending a jolt throughout her body. Patricia continued to moan and writhe beneath Connor as her body begged for more. Suddenly, Connor's tongue plunged inside of her, fucking her. His nose rubbed against her clit, heightening Patricia's pleasure. She panted and moaned as her orgasm built. Connor moved up her body, planting kisses as he climbed. He licked both of her nipples before climbing higher, burying his face in her neck. At this position, Patricia could feel his cock teasing at her entrance. His licks against her throat were making the sensation even more intense. She needed his cock. She needed him to fill her. "Connor, please. Please, fuck me," she panted, begging for what she desired. Connor sat up and lined himself up, before slamming into her, rocking the bed and making Patricia moan loudly. "Just like this?" he asked as he started pumping into her. "Just like that baby." Connor grunted as his cock slammed into her, filling her completely every time. When he pulled back, he only pulled out halfway before his desire to feel her sweet body wrapped around his cock took control. Patricia was thrashing about, completely letting loose as Connor took her. An insistent knock was barely audible above all the moaning. The couple tried to ignore it, but the sound grew louder. "Fuck off, Drew!" Connor yelled, not slowing his pace. After a few minutes, Patricia was overcome with her sweet release. Her body tightened for a split second before every muscle in her body went limp. Moments later Connor groaned loudly and filled Patricia with shot after shot of cum, before collapsing on top of her. They both laid panting for a long time, neither saying a word. Connor eventually rolled off Patricia and ran his hand through his blond hair. "I can't believe I just did that." "I'm glad you did," she said, rolling over to him. Her fingers danced across his chest, running through his dark blond chest hairs. "Don't tell me you regret it," Patricia pouted. "No. No. You were amazing, it's jus-" "You were just as amazing. No man has been able to do that to me. Connor, I'm not like Sam. I'm not just in this for a quick fuck. I did this because I like you and you're all I've been thinking about since that night in the game room." "Really?" Patricia bit her lip and nodded. "After what we just did, I know I won't be able to get you out of my mind and I definitely don't want to leave your bed." Connor looked at Patricia, torn yet again. This time, he did not need further persuasion. "Then don't," he said, leaning in for another kiss. Young Lovers Hattie could not sleep. She had stopped crying, but she was still bothered that she was a target. She had tried her best to avoid conflict with the rest of the house because she wanted to stay off the radar as long as possible. She was a non-confrontational type of person, so she did not know what exactly she could do to save herself. To be quite honest, she did not fully understand why she was the target. She knew she was an emotional person, but she did not think that warranted eviction. If someone had said something sooner, she would have been sure not to cry in front of people, but no one ever mentioned it being a problem. She thought that maybe she was targeted because some in the house did not think she would fight back. She would not go down easily and she knew Drew would not let her go without a fight. As she walked through the quiet house, she thought about how much their relationship had changed. Things between them had improved after the incident with Samantha. Hattie was able to forgive Drew after much thought. She had not known how desperate he was and how Samantha had tricked him. Hattie realistically could not be mad at him since they did not have a relationship. They were just flirting. It was Drew's admission of the incident that was the driving factor of her forgiveness. He did not have to say anything to her, but he did because he cared about her. He was a selfless person and that was what Hattie wanted. She did not want Mr. Perfect. She wanted a guy who made mistakes and fessed up to them and learned from them, and Drew was that guy. Hattie was lost in thought about Drew when she wandered past the game room. She decided to peek her head in, given that Drew spent so much time in there. She wanted to get to know him better. "What are you still doing up?" Hattie asked. Drew was seated on the pool table, throwing the white ball in the air. "Connor locked me out of our room," Drew shrugged. In the dim light, Hattie could not help but stare at Drew. He was cute, handsome even. He had short, light blond hair that was just long enough to run his fingers through it. His emerald green eyes were gorgeous and sparkled in any light. He had a youthful smile that made her heart leap out of her chest. Anytime he looked at her, she had trouble breathing. It was not like Hattie to be this weak over a man, but Drew had unknowingly accomplished the impossible. "Want some company?" Hattie said, walking timidly into the room. Drew smiled at her and Hattie almost crumbled. She loved when he smiled at her. It made her feel wanted. "I don't want to keep you up." "I can't sleep with everything going on." Hattie was next to him. She did not know what she wanted, but she did not want to leave Drew. She wanted to be with him, especially during this difficult time for her. Drew's eyes locked with Hattie. Her pulse was quickening and her breathing was sporadic. She was not used to her body's response. It frightened her. She tore her eyes away from him and looked for a distraction. Hattie settled on the classic arcade game in the corner of the room. She had never played it before and she was not one to frequent arcades. She decided to try the game, hoping to stay in Drew's company, but distracted enough that she would not feel the awkward sensations. The game was simple shooter, but it proved to be difficult for a novice gamer like Hattie. Her character quickly died and she had to restart. She did not fare much better on her second run and she groaned in frustration. As she began her third attempt, she could feel Drew walk up behind her. "Let me help you," he said his lips close to her ear. Drew wrapped his fingers around Hattie's, controlling the movement of her character. He gave her tips on when to fire and where to move. With his guidance, Hattie was getting better and having fun. She smiled and cheered when she won, and with each success, she wanted to play more. She was becoming addicted to the mindless enjoyment of the game, which was made better by Drew's closeness. After a few more levels, Hattie found herself nuzzling closer into Drew. She loved the feeling of his body against hers and she could not get enough of him. She turned her face slightly, glimpsing into his green eyes. He pulled his head back, allowing her to turn her face completely to him. He was staring back at her. She was weak from his gaze and she had to fight to keep herself upright. Drew smiled his beautiful smile at her, but said nothing. He brought his hand up to her face and stroked her cheek with his thumb. His touch was electric and a shiver shot down her spine. She closed her eyes, immersing herself in the feeling. When she opened them, Drew was still gazing at her, but his eyes were searching for something. She was not sure what. Hattie watched as Drew leaned in closer to her. She did not move, paralyzed by excitement and fear as she knew what was about to happen. A few moments passed before Drew's lips finally touched hers. His kiss was sweet and gentle. Hattie's heart soared as she returned his kiss. A few seconds passed before Drew applied more pressure to her lips. Hattie's fear was replaced with desire and she met his pressure and pushed it further. The kiss grew in intensity and Hattie welcomed it. Drew's lips moved against hers, hungrily, but it was not enough for either of them. Hattie felt his tongue trace the outside of her lips, beckoning entrance into her mouth. She parted them just enough for him to slip in and desire took greater hold over her. His tongue gently massaged hers and she moaned against him. Her fingers laced into the back of his hair, pulling him in deeper. His hands roved her body, pulling her closer into him. They could not get enough of each other. Drew pulled away, gasping as he rested his forehead against Hattie's. She was overwhelmed by it all, but by no means was she ready to stop her physical interaction with Drew. "I know you're new to all this. I don't want to push things farther than where you want to go," he panted, brushing a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. "I don't even know where things could go from here," Hattie chuckled. "Lots of places. Do you want to go further?" She was truly naïve in the ways of love and lust. She did not know where this would lead or what she wanted. All she knew was that whatever lines she was going to cross tonight, she only wanted to do it with Drew. Hattie bit her lip and nodded. Drew could not suppress his smile, causing Hattie to smile as well. She leaned into him, kissing him with the same intensity that they had left off. He guided her back towards the pool table until her backside bumped against it, and then he hoisted her up and placed her gently on the table. Drew's hands slid up the side of Hattie's tiny frame, causing her to shake with desire. Drew pulled his shirt off, exposing his tight chest. Hattie bit her lip and ran her hands across his torso before Drew leaned back into her, kissing her with uncontrollable passion. His tongue darted back into her mouth and Hattie happily met his with her own. They danced together, while Hattie's hands rested on Drew's chest. Drew pulled away from Hattie again, panting uncontrollably. Hattie looked at him with uncertainty. He met her gaze as his fingers grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it gently over her head. Hattie instinctively covered her exposed breasts and her face grew red in embarrassment. "Don't cover yourself up. I want to see how beautiful you are." Hattie swallowed hard, nodded, and pulled her arms away. She looked down at the floor, nervous about Drew's reaction to seeing her naked. Drew pushed her chin up and looked her in the eyes. "You are so beautiful, Hattie. Please don't be ashamed." Drew's lips returned to hers, pushing her back onto the table. His lips moved from her mouth, across her jawline, and down her neck. His tongue ran along her throat and Hattie was unable to suppress her moan. Her fingers found their way back into Drew's hair and she pulled him in closer to her throat. Hattie's pulse was racing and her body temperature was rising the more Drew kissed her. It was unfamiliar, but incredibly enjoyable. Drew's lips trailed further down her body. His mouth ran between her small, but full breasts, before he stopped and looked up at Hattie, who was panting with desire. "Let me know if you want to stop," Drew said. Hattie nodded, but did not protest. Without opposition, Drew's mouth latched on to one of her small pink nipples, making the small woman gasp in delight. His tongue circled her areola and his lips sucked on her rosy nipple, drawing a louder moan from Hattie. His hand was playing with her exposed nipple, twisting and pulling at it gently. Eviction: Week 04 Hattie's head was spinning. She continued to moan as pressure built in her body, mainly between her legs. Her hips were moving slightly, begging for attention from Drew. Her longing only grew worse when Drew switched his attentions between nipples, making her moan louder and her body beg for more. Drew stood up over Hattie several minutes later. He looked at her and could clearly see her need for more. He cautiously grabbed the waistband of her shorts and Hattie lifted her hips off the table, allowing him to slip the fabric off her. She was now completely naked on the pool table. "Hattie, you are the most stunning woman I have ever seen." He lowered himself between her legs and pushed them apart, revealing her opening, which was adorned with small blonde curls. He could see that she was already wet from his attentions and he hoped to please her further. Hattie felt Drew's thumb resting against her clit. Just the light touch was a jolt to Hattie's tiny body. He began to circle it slowly and Hattie moaned even louder. Her hips started to buck slightly and Drew had to pin her hips down so he could keep the constant attention on her clit. Hattie's body was experiencing new sensations and she was willingly giving herself over to them. Drew removed his finger and replaced it with his tongue. Hattie whimpered as he gently flicked her clit before sucking on it. Her body came alive and her pelvis ground into his face. Drew continued to play with her nub as Hattie's climax built higher. Drew's tongue maneuvered into Hattie's pussy, and slipped in and out like he was fucking her. Hattie was thrashing and moaning as she tried to claw at the felt lining the table. She was so close to release and she was desperate to feel her orgasm wash over her. She got her wish moments later as a heat spread through her body. She cried out one final time before going completely limp on the table. She had never felt such a release in her life, one that sucked every ounce of energy from her body. She could not focus on anything. Her head just lulled from side to side as she attempted to recover some level of sanity. When she came to, she heard Drew's heavy breathing followed by a grunt. She had just enough energy to sit up on the table. As she did, Drew stood up, wiping his hand on his shirt. He smiled at Hattie, who happily returned the gesture. "How was that?" Drew asked, climbing onto the pool table. "Why do people ever stop?" Hattie joked. "That enjoyable?" Hattie sat up and nodded at Drew with a big smile. Drew returned her grin and kissed her on the cheek. The simple gesture was enough to reignite a small spark of desire. "Is there something I could do for you?" Hattie asked as seductively as possible. Drew let out a breath of air, seriously contemplating her offer. "I don't want to subject you to too much at once. Maybe another night," he said, fixing his pants and standing up. Hattie pouted. She had enjoyed their intimate night and she did not want it to end. She had more of a desire to be near him now more than before. She was falling for him and she did not want to lose him. "Can you at least sleep next to me tonight?" she asked coyly. "Of course." Drew took her face in his hands and kissed her gently on the lips. She could taste the subtle sweetness of herself on his lips. Hattie hopped off the table, but almost collapsed instantly. Her legs were weak from her first orgasm ever. She was lucky Drew had been there to catch her. He could not hide his chuckle of amusement at Hattie's condition. She gave him a smirk as he pulled her into his arms and carried her up to her room. A Little Extra Attention It was midafternoon at the house, and at this point in the game, laziness and boredom were setting in. Much of the house had taken to napping in the afternoon to gain energy to resume their antics in the evening, but not Gwen. Instead, she was working on her tan. Living in New Hampshire, Jessie knew tanning was not much of an option for Gwen. She was taking advantage of the increased sunshine in California and he had to admit, she looked beautiful bronzed. Watching his gorgeous girlfriend laying out in the backyard wearing her skimpy white bikini was making him hard. He wished she were home so he could show his appreciation for her in the most physical way possible. Gwen had not been outside long. She sat up on the lounge chair and reached for a bottle on the ground. Apparently, she had forgot to put sunscreen on before venturing outside. Usually, Jessie would have chided her about forgetting something as important as sunscreen, being in the healthcare industry. Today, he was grateful. Gwen laid back on the chair and squirted some sunscreen into her hands. She brought her long legs back and began to work the lotion into her skin. Her hands ran up and down her toned legs, climbing higher and higher. Jessie liked watching her fingertips graze her skin. She added more of the white lotion into her palm and worked it into her arms before her hands moved to her tight stomach. Her fingertips trailed low, running along the waistband of her swimsuit bottoms. Jessie wished to see her fingers slip beneath them. He wanted to watch her pleasure herself as he had seen her do so many times before. Gwen poured more sunscreen into her hands and worked it into her chest. Jessie was enjoying the sight of Gwen rubbing the edge of her perky, large breasts. His cock was straining in his pants as he fantasized Gwen touching herself more and taking things to the next level. Jessie would do anything to have Gwen in this moment. He needed to feel his girlfriend again. Like a bucket of ice water being splashed on him, Jessie's fantasy was shattered in the worst way possible. Tyler came outside as Gwen finished applying the sunscreen on her front half. She was applying the lotion to the back of her neck when Tyler approached her. "Did you need some help with that?" he asked, pointing at the bottle. "Thanks, but no thanks," Gwen replied looking away from him. Tyler crouched down and looked into her eyes. "Come on, no one else is out here and you don't want to burn." Jessie prayed she would just tell him to piss off, but instead, she was faced with indecision. Why would she even consider letting another man touch her, much less a vile and sick man like Tyler? Gwen did not do what Jessie thought she would. Instead, she relented and laid down on the lounge chair, handing Tyler the sunscreen. Tyler smirked at the camera as he poured the lotion into his hand. This could not be happening. This had to be a nightmare. Jessie was sick as he watched Tyler run his hands on her back. That sickness soon turned to rage as he watched their interaction further. Tyler's hands started at her shoulders and his strong hands worked the cream into her skin. Jessie watched as Gwen relaxed beneath his hands and Tyler continued to massage her shoulders. A rush of air left Gwen's lips as Tyler traveled down her body. He stopped to pour more sunscreen into his hands before he resumed messaging her, this time, starting at her legs. Tyler's hands traveled up her thighs, ending at the curve of her behind, where he lingered with his massage. Gwen let out another rush of air and a small whimper. Jessie could not believe what he was watching. Tyler was getting intimate with Gwen just by touching her and Gwen was not protesting or stopping him in anyway. What the hell was she thinking? Was she thinking at all? Was this what happened in The Suite? A million questions ran through Jessie's mind, but they soon vanished as he continued to watch. Tyler stopped the massage again as he replenished his supply of sunscreen. Now, he straddled over her ass and pulled the ties of her swimsuit off, exposing her back completely. Gwen looked back at him, questioning what he was doing. "It will make it easier if the ties aren't in the way," finishing with a smirk. Gwen nodded, rolled her eyes, and laid back down. Tyler resumed massaging Gwen, starting at her lower back. His strokes were slow and powerful, causing Gwen to moan. Tyler's hands climbed higher up her back, working parallel to her breasts. Tyler hesitated in his next move, but his hands moved off towards her sides, his fingers grazing the sides of her breasts. Gwen was moaning lightly and biting her lip as she enjoyed Tyler's fingers working her body. Tyler looked up at the camera and smirked. Jessie was in a full-blown rage. He threw the remote at the wall to get rid of some of his anger. How could this be happening? He trusted Gwen and she had never given him a reason not to before. Now he was watching her enjoying an incredibly intimate massage from the man he hated most. She was not stopping him or trying to be discreet. She was enjoying him on national television and there was nothing he could do about it. Jessie could not believe she was betraying him. What made it worse was that Tyler was taunting him, just as he had promised. It would not surprise him if Tyler fucked Gwen right there in the backyard. How could this be happening? Had he missed something that hinted at Gwen's behavior? Was there more going on that Jessie did not know about? Jessie wanted answers, but he could not contact Gwen for them. He was going crazy with jealousy and if he stewed in it any longer, he did not know what he would do. There was only one hope of getting the information he wanted. He had to watch the internet feeds. He knew his job was constricting his time, but he needed the answers, no matter what the cost. America's Choice: Regret Gwen sat as far away from Tyler as possible at the America's Choice meeting. After their shameful behavior in backyard the day before, Gwen did not want to be near him. She was stupid for letting him touch her. What was worse, she had enjoyed it. Tyler's massage was relaxing and she needed it after all the stress this game was causing her. It did not change the fact that she let things go too far. She let him feel her legs, straddle her, and rub his hands up her body. She was not positive, but she thought she felt his fingers graze the side of her breasts. It took her a moment to realize that she was moaning in enjoyment, before she stopped herself and the massage altogether. Tyler was visibly disgruntled, but that was the least of her worries. Jessie was probably losing his mind right about now. She needed to keep her distance from Tyler for the rest of this game. The familiar chime of the television brought Gwen back to reality. Contestants. This week, each of you privately took a quiz on the lives of the evicted contestants. This was not simply a test of knowledge but a challenge with the best possible reward: Immunity from eviction this week. The results have been tallied and the additional immunity for this week is being awarded to...QUINN. Gwen was not surprised. Quinn was the biggest snoop in the house. She could tell you what you did five days ago and the exact time that you did it. The problem that arose was that her alliance's target was gone, leaving Hattie in the sights of the rest of the house. Hattie was doing her best to stay composed, but Gwen could tell she was upset. Drew pulled her in close to him and kissed the top of her head in a feeble attempt to make her feel better. Quinn was not helping the matter as she celebrated her victory by jumping up and down and cheering. Jeremy high fived her and Patricia gave her a hug. It was obvious who her allies were now. Gwen was barely focused as the announcements continued to roll on screen. This week's America's Choice winner is...TYLER. Gwen was not surprised by that announcement either. America loved a bad boy, especially a sexy one, and Tyler filled both qualifications. Gwen thought if America knew the truth about what was happening in The Suite, they might not vote for him, but doubt flooded her thought the instant it passed through her mind. America could not get enough of Tyler, but Gwen had had her fill. She was hoping that he would not pick her as his guest again. She knew what Tyler wanted from her and she was not going to give it to him. Furthermore, she did not want to exacerbate a problem with Jessie, a problem she could not resolve for the next six weeks. Nothing was on her side. "Gwen, would you join me in The Suite again?" Tyler asked with a charming smile. "I don't think I really get a choice," Gwen replied with an edge in her voice. She was hoping Tyler would take the hint that she was not interested and would withdrawal his offer, but he was not backing down. He just smiled at her and turned around, heading for the stairs. Gwen stood up and could see Quinn seething out of the corner of her eye. Part of her was thinking that Tyler was doing this just to start a war between her and Quinn, but she knew better. This was a vain attempt to satisfy his basic urges. Nothing more. The Suite: Confessions Gwen kept her distance from Tyler as she walked behind him to The Suite. She still had not gotten over what had happened the last time they were there and she did not want to give Tyler any indication that she wanted him. She knew she probably gave him the wrong idea when he massaged her in the backyard, but she hoped the icy reception would be enough for him to understand that it had been a mistake. As usual, Tyler headed straight for the backyard and whatever event the producers had planned for them, but Gwen did not follow him. She headed for the master bedroom, dropping her bag on the floor. Gwen sat on the king sized bed and flopped back onto the black bedspread. She covered her face with her hands and exhaled a long breath. Gwen could not believe the situation that she found herself. This was her third week in The Suite with Tyler and he was desperate to get her to sleep with him, even though he knew she was with Jessie. What was worse, she was enjoying spending time with Tyler. Yes, his advances frustrated her, but she found time with him was fun. He was competitive, funny, charming, and at times, he had shown that he could be a gentleman. It made her believe that the flirtatious behavior was all a cover for something and that there was a deeper man beneath the mask. It was driving her crazy. She also could not deny that she was physically attracted to him. He had a perfectly muscular body, with strong arms and tight abs. His jawline was strong, supporting his gorgeous smile. His blue eyes were the color of tropical seas. Just a look from him made her stomach tumble. Gwen grunted in frustration as she pulled her hands away from her face. She did not know what she was going to do. She was torn between her commitment to Jessie and her desire for Tyler. She knew what was right, so she could not betray Jessie, no matter how much she wanted Tyler. With her mind now clear, Gwen stood up and headed for the backyard. She could not avoid Tyler for the next twenty-four hours, although it would make her life easier. She paused for a moment before passing through the black curtain. Tyler was sitting in the room. There were two chairs with a small table between them. A screen was hung up with a small machine next to it on the floor. Her eyes traveled back to Tyler, who was sitting in one of the chairs. He was facing away from her, leaning forward on his knees. Gwen walked around silently, until she could see his face. He looked upset as he stared at the floor and Gwen could not help but feel guilty. A few seconds later, Tyler caught her out of the corner of his eye. When he saw her, he immediately perked up. His eyes lit up and his sexy smile overtook his face. Gwen could not resist smiling back at him. "Hey," he said, standing up. He looked right into her eyes and Gwen melted. Being around him was physically difficult. Her body was betraying what her mind had decided. Gwen looked away to the screen to keep her desire hidden from Tyler. "So, what do we have planned this time?" Tyler walked over to the machine on the floor and picked up a microphone. "You can golf, you can play pool, but can you sing?" "All-state choir in high school," she said with a smirk. "Is there anything you can't do?" Gwen laughed as she shook her head. Tyler handed her the microphone, but she pushed it back into his hand. "You first," she said and moved to her seat. She watched Tyler scan through the songs before finding one he liked. Gwen instantly recognized the opening guitar part, Dirty Little Secret by The All-American Rejects. Gwen could not resist moving to the beat of the music as the song began, bringing a smile to Tyler's face. She was shocked at how good he was. Most of the time, karaoke was hysterical and humiliating because some people just could not sing. Tyler was not one of those people. He was spot on with the notes and did not even need to look at the lyrics to the song. He got really into his performance as he sang. Gwen loved his voice and his energy. Towards the end of the song, Tyler moved close to Gwen, almost whispering the lyrics in her ear. His thumb and forefinger grasped her chin as he sang, his eyes locked with hers. The words had meaning behind them. Gwen could not deny that. As he sang them to her, her breath caught in her throat and lips trembled at his closeness. She continued to watch his performance, applauding and cheering for him at the end. Tyler tossed her the wireless microphone and sat in the other chair, catching his breath. Gwen laughed as she made her way to the machine to select her song. She wanted something upbeat so she could give an equally energetic performance. She selected Hot N Cold by Katy Perry, chuckling at how much the song applied to Tyler. During her performance, she danced around the room and kept eye contact with Tyler. He was enjoying her energy and smiled at her as he watched. She crouched down at one part, singing directly to him. When she jumped away from him, Tyler followed and took her hand, spinning her around as she sang. They danced for the rest of the song, with Gwen locking eyes with him and smiling. When the song finished, Tyler and Gwen were inches apart. He smiled down at her and Gwen could not think or react. She just stared into his beautiful eyes deciding what she wanted. Eventually, she tore her eyes from his and handed him the mic before returning to her seat. Tyler quickly picked his next song, Mr. Brightside by The Killers. The energy of his performance shifted from fun to emotionally intense. She was familiar with the song and its meaning about the fears of a cheating significant other. Why did he pick this song? Was it in reference to his mysterious lost love or was it about her? Was the thought of her with Jessie making him upset? It should not because she was Jessie's to begin with, but she could not understand why he picked the song. She was incredibly confused by everything and sat deep in thought during the remainder of his performance. Gwen hesitated to stand. Tyler walked over to her, extending the mic to her. He gazed at her for a long time, looking like he wanted to say something, but she knew he already had with the song; she was just unsure of the meaning. Gwen took the mic and decided to tell him what she knew about him, as well as remind herself that she should not fall for him. She picked Womanizer by Britney Spears. Gwen did not take her eyes off him her whole performance. She did not keep her distance either, putting all of her frustration with their relationship into the song. Tyler smirked, but she could tell he was hurt by the choice of song. He knew she was calling him out on his game, but Gwen was done with the cat and mouse. She was done playing games and she was tired of how it all made her feel. Eviction: Week 04 When she finished the song, she handed him the mic and moved towards the exit. She took only three steps before the song came on and she stopped dead in her tracks. Gwen's heart dropped with the first line. He was singing Jessie's Girl by Rick Springfield. Gwen turned back to see Tyler, walking towards her as he sang, the words making her weak. His eyes held hers as he approached her, walking around her like an animal cornering his prey. Gwen was paralyzed by the words. What was he doing? Was he so desperate to sleep with her that he was willing to make up loving her? Or did he really have deeper feelings for her? He continued his performance, singing right to her as if the words were saying exactly what he felt. He looked conflicted and torn. Tyler turned away from her running his hands through his hair. His back was completely to her and Gwen did not know how to act. She was completely overcome by the situation, unable to think or react. Tyler threw the mic aside and ran his hands through his hair again, before turning back to Gwen. He grabbed her hand and spun her around as he continued to sing to her. He moved close to her and continued to sing, bringing his face close to hers, his eyes locked with hers the whole time. As the music slowed down, Tyler rested his forehead against Gwen's and closed his eyes. She was sure he was going to kiss her and she did not know how she felt. She had not had time to process what had happened. As the music ended, Tyler opened his eyes and looked at her for a moment before leaving through the curtain. Gwen released the breath she had been holding and fell into the chair next to her. What the hell just happened? One moment she was walking out the room, determined to stay away from Tyler for the rest of the night and the next she was conflicted yet again about what she should do. She loved Jessie, but at the same time, Tyler was growing on her. She could not cheat on Jessie and then continue a relationship with him outside the house. She was not the type of girl. If she cheated, Jessie was gone and she did not want to let him go just yet. Gwen had to get answers from Tyler. Did he mean what he said with the song, or was he just playing with her emotions in hopes of sleeping with her? *** Gwen found Tyler lounging in the hot tub at the top of the pool. The water from the tub led into the pool through a waterfall. It was a very intimate and romantic setting. Gwen wondered if Tyler picked the place on purpose, but realized by the look on Tyler's face that he had not done it on purpose. He was looking down at the water as she approached, lost in thought. Gwen took off her shirt and shorts, leaving her in her black bikini. As she entered the water, Tyler looked away from her and out over the pool. The pair sat in an uncomfortable silence for a long time. Gwen was not sure how to start the conversation; she was not even entirely sure of what she wanted and what was happening. She was an emotional mess. "Gwen, I'm done playing games," Tyler finally said, looking at her. His eyes conveyed no emotion at first, but lit up after a moment of looking at her. He smiled slightly as he continued speaking. "I'm going to just come out and say it. I want you." "What?" Gwen asked, unsure of his meaning. Tyler slid across the tub and stopped short of her. She could feel his left hand on her side as his right hand caressed her cheek. "You are so beautiful and originally I wanted you on your looks alone. But now, I want you for so much more." The look in his eyes was genuine and the smile on his face grew as he spoke. "You're smart, witty, funny, talented, and just full of surprises. I'm addicted to being around you." Tyler lowered himself to Gwen and their lips touched. Tyler's passionate lips glided against hers and Gwen's body was awakened beneath him. Warmth was spreading from her legs and her body arched closer to him. She felt his hand slip from her side and cup her ass, pulling her even closer to him. She could feel his erection pressed between her legs, causing her body to spike with desire. Tyler's lips broke from hers and traveled down her neck, kissing her skin as he spoke. "Please, Gwen. I won't tell anyone," he begged between kisses. Gwen was struggling between her mind and her body, yet could not suppress a small gasp in arousal from the kissing. "It can be our secret," he continued, bring his eyes back to hers. "Just let me have you tonight. Just let me feel what it is like to be with you. Please." Had Tyler kept his physical manipulation of her body going, she knew she would have succumbed instantly, but she could not. Her mind had won out and the anger of her decision was turned on Tyler. "Tyler, no. I won't do that to Jessie; it's not fair to him," She yelled, pushing him off her. She climbed out of the tub and looked down at him. His joy was shattered and he looked hurt by her words. It was only going to get worse. "I thought you would have learned by now, but I guess not." Gwen stormed off towards the master bedroom, tears finally streaming down her face. She was emotionally destroyed. Her body wanted Tyler, but her mind was not willing to give up on Jessie. She needed some alone time to sort through her thoughts. She immediately slipped into a hot shower. As the warm water cascaded around her, Gwen worked through her thoughts. She loved the kiss between her and Tyler. She could not deny the physical attraction. The more she actively thought about Tyler, the more she realized that her feelings for him ran deeper. The flirtatious persona that everyone saw was not the real him. The Tyler she knew was kind, caring, and funny, everything she loved in a guy. Jessie was all those things as well, but there were times that Gwen felt as if he did not understand her. Gwen was known to do random things on occasion, just for the sake of doing them. It was a side of her personality she loved, but Jessie questioned her decisions when her random side took over. When she got her songbird tattoo on her wrist, Jessie had questioned the decision a hundred times; only letting up after the inking was finished. When she wanted to do the show, Jessie begged and pleaded for her to think it through for months. It took so much convincing on her part before he would stop nagging. She understood his concerns and always considered them, but when her mind was made up, she wanted his support and she did not like having to fight to get it. Could Tyler be different? He seemed to have random bursts as she did, such as the strip show and the pool wrestling. It was refreshing and fun. It was obvious that she wanted Tyler. She wanted him bad enough that she was willing to cheat on Jessie, something that no man had ever been able to sway her to do. Gwen slapped her hand against the shower wall in frustration. All of this was driving her mad. She knew she could not cheat on Jessie, but she could not get the thought of Tyler out of her head. She could not stop imagining what he made her feel when he touched her or what he could do to her body. She ached to feel his strong arms wrapped around her and pulled tight against his body. She longed to feel his lips against her again and wanted to feel his tongue rub against hers. She wanted to know what it felt like to have him inside of her. She wanted to scream his name as he pumped into her, making her orgasm repeatedly. She could not resist. The thoughts alone were too much to keep her from easing the ache between her legs. Gwen's fingertips brushed gently against her clit, causing her to gasp. Slowly she circled her nub with her finger, applying just enough pressure to making her pulse quicken. She knew exactly what she needed to do to get herself to orgasm. Gwen's thoughts were solely on Tyler as she pleasured herself. She thought about what it would be like to lie beneath him and to take the entire length of his cock inside of her. She imagined how passionate sex with him would be and how easily he would be able to manipulate her body. Gwen circled her clit harder and faster to the thoughts of Tyler, gently moaning in enjoyment. Her orgasm was building in intensity and she desperately wished that she had a cock or a dildo to help push her along. Unexpectedly, Gwen felt a strong arm wrap around her waist and pull her in close. She could feel his strong chiseled body against her back. With his free hand, he twisted her nipple, elongating it. Gwen moaned in delight. "Do you like that?" Tyler's voice asked against her ear. Gwen nodded as she continued to please herself. Tyler's lips found her neck and kissed along her throat. Gwen automatically leaned her head back, giving him better access. His hand moved from her nipple down her side, ending between her legs. Gwen felt him rub against her opening, which was already wet from her teasing. He easily slid one finger into her aching body. Gwen almost buckled from the invasive digit inside her, but Tyler held her close, still kissing her neck. Tyler began pumping his finger in and out of Gwen in time with her own fingers circling her clit. After a minute, he pushed another finger in, stretching Gwen's tight walls. He fucked her with his fingers as fast as she was flicking her clit. Gwen was moaning wildly, so close to her release. "That's it baby," Tyler panted. "I'm almost there," Gwen said in a barely audible voice. Tyler slipped in a third finger and slammed into her as hard as he could, still in rhythm with Gwen. It was her undoing. Gwen's toes curled and her body tightened as warmth seeped through her body. She cried out as her body shook in Tyler's arms. He slowed his fingers and his kisses became gentle as she rode down from her high. Gwen collapsed against the wall, a minute later, panting hard; the only change in her breathing was the gasp as Tyler removed his fingers from inside her. She felt his body lean into hers. Tyler's lips kissed her ear lightly and he nuzzled his nose against the side of her head. "Be honest. We're you thinking about me, about us?" Gwen nodded slightly and that was enough for Tyler. He quickly turned her around and crushed his lips into hers. Gwen's hands were pinned above her head by Tyler's strong arms. His body restrained her against the wall, but Gwen did not intend to fight for release. She loved the feeling of Tyler's hard manhood resting against her stomach. She had longed to feel herself beneath his powerful body. This was what she wanted. Tyler took both her wrists in one hand while the other slid down her body. Once he reached her leg, he hoisted it up, wrapping it around his hip. From this position, Gwen could feel Tyler's shaft rubbing against her pussy lips as his pelvis ground into her. Gwen was panting beneath Tyler's lips. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, exploring deep inside. Gwen's tongue glided against his and the couple moaned in unison. Although Gwen had just had an explosive orgasm, all this attention was quickly building another inside of her. Tyler released her wrists and grabbed her other leg, wrapping it around his body. Gwen locked her arms around his neck for support, never breaking their kiss. Tyler carried her out of the shower and into the bedroom of The Suite. Once at the bed, he placed her down on the mattress, their tongues still massaging each other. He was the one who broke their kiss with his mouth trailing down her jawline and down her neck. Gwen was panting as the aching grew inside her. Tyler's lips traveled down her body, grazing her skin gently. His tongue left a trail from her neck down to her breast, where Tyler latched on to her nipple. He pulled at it with his teeth while his tongue flicked it repeatedly. Gwen whimpered beneath him, silently begging for more. Tyler knew what the sound she made meant and traveled further down her body, planting gentle kisses along the path. As he passed over her clit, he kissed it gently, causing a shock to pass through Gwen's body. Tyler flicked her clit gently with his tongue a few more times before continuing to the entrance of her bare pussy. He did not wait as he plunged his tongue inside her. Gwen's hips bucked up, but Tyler held her still as he continued to taste her sweetness. Gwen was writhing and grabbing desperately at the sheets of the bed. Her moans grew louder as Tyler continued to enjoy her. She felt his tongue circle around her opening, then darting in and out of her. He moaned against her, causing the vibrations to travel through her. Gwen could not hold back any longer as her second orgasm ripped through her. She could feel her juices spill out of her and Tyler eagerly licked up every bit. He soon returned to her lips and Gwen could taste herself on him. She was already desperate for more from just his kiss. Tyler stood up and looked over Gwen's naked body. "You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, Gwen." Gwen bit her lip and found the energy to sit up on the bed. She dropped to her knees and was faced with Tyler's cock. It was even bigger now that she was closer. She rubbed the head along her lips before opening her mouth and taking almost all his length into her throat. "Oh, fuck," Tyler groaned. Gwen continued to take him into her mouth as far as she could. Her pace was slow at first, but she gained speed with each repetition. Her tongue curved around his shaft, giving attention to the underside of his cock. Her hands played with his balls, massaging them while she sucked. Tyler threaded his fingers through her hair to steady himself. He was shaking and Gwen could tell he was close to exploding inside her mouth. Tyler removed his dick from her mouth, panting uncontrollably. He pulled Gwen up and crushed his lips back into hers. His hands held her face tight against his. He was controlled by his desire of Gwen. When he tore his mouth away, he spun Gwen around and pushed her onto the bed. He climbed up behind her, ready to slam his cock into her. Gwen had other plans. Using her leg, she pushed him onto his back, catching him off guard. She spun on her knee until she faced him. She ground her pussy lips against his shaft, teasing him. "How the hell did you do that?" "Ten years of gymnastics," she smirked, continuing to rub on him. "Preferred position?" Tyler asked through gritted teeth. Gwen could tell he was fighting himself to find out what Gwen wanted. She bit her lip and shook her head. "I don't want you take me like some animal from behind. I want you to take me like a man and look at me while you fuck me." Tyler grabbed her hips and lifted her up. Repositioning himself against her opening, Tyler pushed her down on his dick. Gwen moaned out as he filled her. "You are just full of surprises, you little minx." Without another word, Tyler started pounding into Gwen. Her body rocked and bounced against him. Her tits bounced each time her pelvis hit against his. She felt so stretched with him inside of her and she felt more pleasure than she had ever thought possible. Gwen rode against him, pushing herself further to orgasm. "Oh fuck," she screamed out when another passed through her. "That's it. Cum for me baby," he groaned, watching the pleasure on her face. When the pleasure passed, Tyler pushed Gwen onto her back, his dick remaining sheathed inside of her. He continued to pound into her and the familiar sensations began to build in her again. She had never experienced so many orgasms at once. She pushed her hips against his, urging her body on to another climb. It was not going to take long, but Gwen was enjoying every second of it. Tyler pushed into her harder and faster than before, but Gwen was able to keep pace. A few more pumps and the heat filled her veins again. Her body tightened briefly before relaxing, completely drained of energy. Tyler pushed into her a few more times before grabbing her hips hard and unloading deep inside of her. He collapsed on top of Gwen for a moment before pulling out of her and rolling onto his back. He reached over and pulled Gwen tight against him. Time passed slowly as Gwen laid in Tyler's arms, barely able to stay awake. She was incredibly exhausted and did not know how much longer she would remain conscious. Tyler, who had spent the last few minutes panting, somehow found the energy to push himself up. His eyes showed concern as he stroked a strand of Gwen's hair behind her ear. "I'm sor-" "Don't be," Gwen cut him off. "I was into it just as much as you were. Besides, I regret nothing," she admitted with a smile. "Really?" A look of shock consumed Tyler's face. Gwen bit her lip as she nodded in reply. Gwen knew this was what she wanted, even though she was aware of the cost. She had grown so fond of Tyler in the last few weeks that she saw potential for something more. She was willing to end her relationship with Jessie so she could see where things would go with Tyler. Being that they were confined in the same house together for the next six weeks, she knew they would have plenty of time to explore their feelings for one another. There was just one small matter to attend. "I do have a favor to ask." "Anything," Tyler said eagerly. "Don't tell anyone. Say nothing about this in the house. No one can know before I have the chance to tell Jessie in person. He at least deserves to hear that I cheated on him from me." Tyler looked into her eyes with admiration before nodding. "Of course." Gwen was glad Tyler understood her position and knew he must really care if he was going to go along with it. She locked her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss, before nuzzling against him and falling asleep. The Vote: The Cost Tyler was in a fantastic mood when he returned to the house. As requested by Gwen, he made no indication that they had slept together and he did not intend to betray her trust. He was not even going to tell Jeremy that he had finally done the impossible because his reason was not the same anymore. He originally set out to make Gwen cheat as some kind of sick game, but through all his attempts to lure her into his bed, he realized she was not a conquest. She was something more. Tyler realized that his feelings for Gwen ran deeper; how much deeper he could not be sure. He wanted to be with her, to protect her, to care for her, to be her friend, in addition to having her in his bed. He wanted to explore more possibilities with Gwen. He wanted to spend time with her in the house, to hang out with her friends and to share more stories of their lives. All the possibilities made him excited, so excited that he had to shut himself away from the rest of the house to keep from exposing their secret. He could not stop smiling. He could not stop thinking about every single moment he had spent with her over the last four weeks. This was something that he had not felt before, not even with Cathy. This was uncharted territory for him, but he was not frightened. He was eager to explore and could not think of anyone better to do it with than Gwen. When Tyler finally had himself under control, he returned to the living room, just in time for the eviction announcement. It was not a shock to him when Hattie was voted out, as that was what his alliance had wanted. While Hattie said goodbye to her friends, he looked at his alliance. Jeremy was angry that he received a vote and Patricia was livid that she received three. They all knew those votes came from Hattie's friends, and he could not fault them for not wanting to vote her out. Tyler watched as Drew and Hattie walked to the door. He did not look at them, wanting to give them some privacy, although he was still in earshot of their conversation. Eviction: Week 05 Week 5: Secrets Come at a Cost "Why did you have to do it?" Zoey asked, trying to contain her anger. "There are plenty of other people who deserved to leave before she did." "Plain and simple, she went against the house in the last vote," Jeremy shrugged as he plopped himself into his usual chair. "Don was her friend. Could you vote out Tyler if you were told to?" asked Gwen, rage creeping into her voice. "There's no point, guys," Drew said, finally moving away from the door. "We're already in their crosshairs because we wouldn't vote out our friend. Isn't that right, Jeremy?" Jeremy shrugged, but Quinn confirmed what Jeremy was unwilling to say. "Yes. Anyone of you is next." Gwen clenched her jaw, trying to keep from slapping Quinn's arrogant smirk off her face. "Good to know," she said. "At least this time, you had the decency to tell us to our faces." Zoey and Drew led the way out of the room, with Gwen close behind. As she passed Tyler, she gave him a look of disgust and he hung his head in shame. He should, she thought. Gwen felt betrayed by him. They had slept together and were actively considering a relationship with one another. Although they had not talked game or strategy, she thought it was understood that he should not have voted out Hattie. As irritating as Jeremy was, Gwen would have spared him this week because he was Tyler's friend. It did not seem that Tyler had the same consideration for her, making her question her choice to be with him already. The Sacrificial Lamb "What are we going to do? We're grossly outnumbered," asked Zoey, taking a drag of her cigarette. She was visibly stressed, as were Drew and Gwen. Jessie was by no means an expert at this game, but he knew Gwen's situation was not ideal. It was the three of them against the rest of the house. If they did not find some way to change the tide, Gwen would not last longer than the next three weeks. He did not know how she was going to pull herself out of this one. "You guys aren't going to do anything," Drew said, lighting one of Zoey's cigarettes for himself. He had never seen him smoke so far in the show. "You're going to be nice to them, laugh at their fucking jokes, and try to befriend someone." "And what about you?" Gwen asked. "I'm about to be public enemy number one. And by this time next week, I'll be out the door," Drew said, puffing out the smoke. His eyes were trained at the ground. "Why?" asked Zoey, snubbing out her cigarette before grabbing another. Jessie always considered it a disgusting habit, but given their situation, he could understand why Zoey was puffing like a chimney. "One of us is leaving this week. There is no stopping it. Voting for Jeremy gave me the bigger target, so I'm going to take all the heat off you guys. In the coming weeks, you're going to have to make some big moves to survive, so now is the time to start." Drew put out his cigarette and headed back into the house. Gwen and Zoey sat in complete silence as Zoey finished her cigarette and headed inside as well. Gwen was visibly upset by the departure of her best friend in the house. Jessie had seen them together daily, talking and laughing. Gwen had been closer to Hattie in the few weeks she had been in the house than she was with some of her friends back home. He knew she was taking this hard and he wished he were there to comfort her, although he was unsure of how he was going to do that. The odds were stacked against her and although Gwen was smart and capable, she lacked allies and had openly called out the rest of the house. He knew Gwen's days were numbered and a small part of him was relieved. Although he wanted her to win the game and the prize money, he wanted her home and away from the predators in the house, particularly Tyler. As if on cue, the despicable excuse for a man slipped out of the house and approached Gwen slowly. His head was down and his hands were in his pockets. "Gwen, are you okay?" he asked. Gwen made no acknowledgment of his existence as she stared out over the backyard and away from Tyler. Jessie had noticed that things had been weird since Gwen and Tyler returned from The Suite. Tyler was not his usual dismal self upon returning, in fact, he seemed happy. Gwen had been her usual self and spent time with her friends upon her return. Jessie was not sure what had caused the change in Tyler, but he had a sick feeling inside as to what it was. "I'm sorry for voting Hattie out," Tyler said, sitting on the table in front of her. He tried to take her hand, but Gwen pulled it away, wrapping her arms around her. "Then why did you do it? Why did you get rid of my best friend?" She still was not looking at him. "I'm in an alliance with Jeremy and Quinn. We've been a team since the first night. They asked me to get rid of her, so I did." Gwen finally looked at him, anger and disappointment in her eyes. "So, if you're in an alliance with them, where does that put me?" Tyler hesitated, uncertainty in his face. "You don't need to answer. I know exactly where that puts me," Gwen spat as she stood up and stormed off into the house, leaving Tyler alone outside looking wounded. What the hell is going on? thought Jessie. He had never seen Gwen behave in such a way, especially towards Tyler. There was so much unspoken between them. There was something more going on between Gwen and Tyler and it was frustrating Jessie that he could not figure out what it was. His mind believed the worst had happened, but Gwen was a dedicated woman. She would not cheat on him, under normal circumstances. He could not forget how adamant Tyler was in his goal of sleeping with Gwen. He could not be sure that she could resist. However, something told Jessie that Tyler had not completely succeeded. He viewed Gwen as a conquest. If he had taken her, then he would have left her alone and focused his efforts on sleeping with someone else. He would have gone after Patricia or returned to Quinn. Instead, he was trying to be friendly. At most, he might have stolen a kiss while they were in The Suite, making him determined, but Jessie wouldn't know. Even with the internet feeds, The Suite was camera free. This entire situation was driving him nuts. The credits started to roll for the show and Jessie shut off the TV. He had to be at work early in the morning and he knew he should go to bed, but he could not. He had to know what the hell was going on between Tyler and Gwen. He needed something to abate his gnawing fear. He headed for his office and turned on his computer. *** Jessie had been scanning the feeds for hours. His eyes were bloodshot and his head ached, but he was desperate for answers. He looked at the clock on his screen. It was three in the morning and he had to be at work in four hours on no sleep. In his hours of searching, he uncovered nothing. Jeremy, the vile son of a bitch, had spent much of the night working out. Connor and Patricia were already asleep, while Zoey and Drew hung out in the game room. Quinn was lounging on her bed and, what Jessie could assume by her movements beneath her covers, was masturbating. Jessie did not spend more than a second looking at her, as he could not stand her. Between the end of the show and the time it took for Jessie to get on the site, he had lost Gwen. He assumed she was asleep in her room since the lights were off. The cameras could see well in the dark, better than they had in years past, but Jessie could not get a good view of Gwen's face. He assumed she was buried under the covers. Jessie had spotted Tyler in the backyard for some time after Gwen left. The longer he stayed there, the more relaxed Jessie became, although he would feel completely at ease once Tyler went to bed. However, while he was flipping through cameras around the house, he had lost him, leading him on a desperate, hours long search to find him. He would not rest until he did. He had checked every room at least a half dozen times. Had he left the show? Jessie knew he would not. He was too determined to leave without claiming his prize and bedding Gwen. Jessie was about to give up, but decided to do one more pass through all the rooms. He should have just gone to bed. Jessie scanned through all the public rooms in the house and found that nothing had changed. He checked Tyler's bedroom, but he was not there. When he scanned into Gwen's room, his fears became reality. The image was not crystal clear. He could see movement under the covers where Gwen usually slept. He watched in disbelief for a few moments. He was hoping that maybe someone was using her bed, like Jeremy and Quinn to get back at Gwen. When the covers came down, he could tell it was not Quinn. It was Gwen. Aside from knowing the face of his girlfriend, he saw the tattoo on her wrist as she stretched her arms above her to keep her head from smashing off the headboard. As her lover drove into her, the covers fell back, exposing Tyler, who was sucking on her breast. Jessie could hear the couple panting as they enjoyed each other's bodies. Jessie was in shock. This could not be happening. This had to be some sleep deprived nightmare that he would soon wake. As time passed, he realized that was not the case. Gwen was fucking Tyler on national television. By the look on her face, she was enjoying it. A mixture of rage and sorrow was coursing through Jessie. How could she do this to him? Another man was plowing his devoted girlfriend, the woman he wanted to settle down with and build a life. The man she chose to cheat with was scum that she met only four weeks ago. Tyler did not consider Gwen anything more than a conquest, yet she was throwing her life away just to have one night of passion. Jessie could not watch another moment. He closed out the screen and pushed his head into his hands. Everything he had built with her was crumbling down and there was nothing he could do to fix it. His future was gone and his present was rapidly disappearing. All Jessie could do was sit in his office chair and let the tears stream from his eyes. Forgiveness Gwen had been lying awake for a few hours. She was struggling to forgive Tyler for his betrayal and questioning her decision to be with him. She felt like this was all still a game to him. She could not help but feel that she was just his fuck toy and the thought was bringing tears to her eyes. Gwen heard the door open, but she did not look to see who it was. She assumed it was either Drew or Zoey coming to bed. "Gwen," said Tyler's familiar voice. "What do you want?" she spat. She could hear him moving to the side of her bed as he spoke. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my alliance with Quinn and Jeremy. I made that on the first day here, back when I didn't really know you." "How does that make me feel better?" she glared up at him. Tyler crouched down so his face was inches from her. "Because I want an alliance with you," he confessed, gently stroking the tattoo on her wrist. "Not to make it up to you, but because you're a strong player. You have people on both sides in your pocket and you don't even know it. Connor is still loyal to you and even Patricia to my knowledge. Jeremy won't vote you out and neither would I. I have a better chance of making it to the end of the game with you than anyone else." "So I'm convenient for strategy as well," Gwen retorted. She pulled her hand away and turned over on her other side, sliding to the opposite side of the bed. She could feel Tyler climb into her bed and his powerful hands grabbed her shoulder, turning her to face him. Gwen was less than three inches from him. She gazed up into his eyes and Gwen could see all the hurt he was fighting to hide. He was upset about this and it was clear Tyler was trying to right the situation. "You know I can't say most of what I want to," he whispered, "but what I can tell you is that you're my friend and I want to keep you around. I promise to take you to the end with me and protect you every week. I love spending time with you, Gwen. You're the most amazing woman I know." Gwen smiled. "You're a smooth talker, Tyler. Smooth enough to convince me to forgive you." "I have my moments," he smirked. Gwen hugged him and it was at that moment she realized he was under the covers. In the darkness of the room, she had not noticed. Now, she felt his body close against her. His powerful arms pulled her tightly against him and his scent was intoxicating. One of his hands traveled down her back and over her ass, before running down the outside of her leg. Gwen watched Tyler's face as his hand traveled up her inseam, before rubbing up against the apex of her thighs. Gwen was already wet and she was only wearing panties and a camisole beneath the covers. Tyler let out a light groan as his fingers rubbed against her covered clit. Gwen bit her lip to keep herself quiet, but the desire for Tyler was rapidly growing. "What I wouldn't give right now," Tyler growled in her ear as he continued to rub her. "Do it," she moaned softly. "Gwen, this isn't the place." She realized that what she was asking risked blowing their secret, but she was too turned on to care. Besides, it was dark in the room and anything the cameras caught would be almost impossible to see. "We can be discreet. We have the covers," she begged as her hand rubbed his hardening shaft outside of his gym shorts. "Really? This isn't some test?" Gwen shook her head as her hands pushed his gym shorts down, releasing his lengthening member. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked it gently. She parted her legs, positioning Tyler between them. She rubbed the head of his shaft against her damp panties and watched him moan lightly. She pulled her panties aside and rubbed his head against her dripping sex. She was aching for release and he was the only one who could satisfy her. "Please? I'll try to be really quiet." Not even a beat later, she felt the tip of his cock force her open and she was filled. Gwen had to bit her lip to keep from moaning loudly. "I don't know if you can be," Tyler teased as he bottomed out. He gave Gwen a kiss as he began to pump slowly into her. Gwen was so aroused already; she knew it would not take much from Tyler to push her over the edge. Gwen wrapped her legs around Tyler's waist, pushing him deeper into her. Tyler buried his face into her neck to suppress the volume of his groan. He picked up his pace, slamming deeper into her. Gwen reached up to grab her headboard to keep her head from smacking into the frame. Tyler took the opportunity to pull her camisole down, exposing her left breast. He latched onto it, sucking and pulling at it hard. Gwen reached forward and wrapped her arms around Tyler's back, muffling her moans into his neck. She was so close. Her heartbeat was in her ears and her blood was rushing through her body. Tyler was grunting in her ear and his thrusts became more frequent and determined. Suddenly, her orgasm overtook her and Gwen had to bite into Tyler's shoulder to keep from screaming out in pleasure. Tyler stilled and groaned into her ear as she felt him fill her with every drop of cum. Tyler's head collapsed on her shoulder, trying to keep his breathing soft. Gwen gently kissed the side of his face. She could not get her fill of Tyler. After a minute or so, Tyler pulled his shorts back on and turned his face towards Gwen. "I can't wait to get you back to The Suite this week," he teased. Gwen giggled in response before Tyler gave her a passionate kiss and hopped out of her bed, being as quiet as he could. She watched him leave, confident that she had made the right choice, then quickly rolled over and drifted off into a peaceful sleep. The Explosive Match Things in the house had been hostile since Hattie had been voted out. There was a clear division and both sides hated each other. Gwen was on the side of Zoey and Drew, as well as in a secret alliance with Tyler. The other side of the house consisted of Jeremy, Quinn, Patricia, and Connor. The divide had been hard for Drew, who lost his friend Connor to Patricia. As a result, he was being more hostile and rude than was characteristic of him. He did not care who he pissed off; he just wanted to burn the house down. To release some extra energy and possibly reach some peace in the house, Zoey suggested a friendly game of volleyball in the backyard. The court had remained unused for a few weeks and since most of the house was bored, everyone agreed. "Quinn and I are captains," Jeremy commanded, twirling the ball in his hand. "Ladies first." "I pick Tyler." No surprise there. Gwen watched Tyler walk to her side of the court, visibly displeased. "I've got Gwen," Jeremy said with a wink. She walked over to his side, but kept her distance from him. "I'll take Connor." "And that leaves me with Drew," he said spitefully. "I'm not much happier about it than you are," Drew mumbled as he moved to his side. "Hey, play nicely boys. This is for fun, so try to have some fun," Zoey called from the referee's chair. Although she had suggested the game, she was not one for physical exercise, neither was Patricia who lounged on one of the chairs on the sideline. "Go teams!" she cheered half-heartedly. The game began and Gwen could see that this was not going to be too much of a challenge. Quinn was bumbling around on the other side of the net, laughing and falling over. She deliberately bent over, wiggling her ass towards Tyler, and was constantly readjusting her sports bra, facing Tyler every time. Gwen knew what Quinn was trying to do and it pissed her off. Tyler did his best to avoid her at all costs, but Quinn was insistent. Eventually, Gwen had enough of her stupid toying and spiked the ball during a particularly long rally, which ended up smacking her in the head. Gwen suppressed a chuckle and Tyler smiled at her. Quinn ranted and cried, only shutting up when she realized that no one was listening to her nor cared. As expected, Gwen's competitive nature took over and she was a valuable member to her team. During one play, Drew bumped the ball at the back corner of the court, however Jeremy's set up was sloppy, sending the ball wild down the edge of the net. Gwen was able to save the point, spiking the ball into the sand. Tyler had tried to return it, but he fell short, landing face first in the sand. He looked up at her with an admiring smile, which Gwen returned; however, their brief moment was destroyed when Jeremy ran up behind her and slapped her ass. "Hell yea. Good hustle, Gwen." Gwen's smile immediately dropped, as did Tyler's. Gwen saw him look away as he stood up, trying to control his emotions. They still had not revealed what happened between them in The Suite and they had no intention of anyone in the house finding out. It was going to be difficult just going about the day without saying or doing what they wanted, but Jeremy's behavior was going to make it even more difficult. Gwen refocused herself and turned back to the game. On the next play, Connor attempted to spike the ball. Gwen jumped up and blocked it, forcing the ball back to his side of the court. Drew high fived her, but Jeremy had a bigger celebration for taking the set. He wrapped his arms around her chest, squeezing her tightly. His hands grazed the side of her breasts as he lifted her off the ground, giving her the biggest bear hug. His face nuzzled against her neck and Gwen had to turn her head towards him to push him away. "Jeremy put me down," she snapped. Jeremy placed her back on the ground and went to retrieve the ball at the back of the court for his serve. Gwen looked through the net at Tyler, who was eyeing Jeremy. If looks could kill, Jeremy would have been dead before he took a step. Eviction: Week 05 Jeremy was not getting the picture to leave Gwen alone. After digging into the sand to save a ball, which Drew spiked for a point, Jeremy slapped her ass again, this time holding it and squeezing for a few seconds. Gwen tore his hand away. "Could you not do that?" she snapped, glaring at him. Jeremy smirked at her, clearly not intimidated. "Sorry, babe. My head's just in the game." "Yea and don't call me babe either." Jeremy backed away with his hands up in the air, still smirking. He left her alone for most of the game following their spat. Their team was unstoppable. Tyler was as competitive as Gwen was and Connor was trying, but Quinn was completely useless and in the way. She thought it was funny, but both men were clearly irritated with her. Frustration and tempers eventually reached a boiling point and it would only a matter of time before there was an explosion. Gwen jumped up to block a shot Tyler made, which ended up falling along the boundary line, giving Gwen's team the win. When Gwen landed, she looked through the net and gave Tyler a playful, yet smug smile. Tyler gazed at her and Gwen felt weak. She looked down at the ground knowing that if she looked into his eyes any longer, their secret would be revealed. Gwen could hear the cheering behind her from Jeremy. The next thing she knew, someone hit her from behind, causing her to fall forward into the sand. Gwen looked up and could see Tyler glaring behind her for a second, then barreling towards someone. "What the fuck man? She told you not to touch her," she heard Drew shout from behind her. Tyler stopped in his tracks, right next to Gwen. He bent next to her and helped her up. "You okay?" he whispered. Gwen nodded and turned to the fight unfolding behind her. "She told me not to slap her ass," Jeremy defended with his dumbass smirk plastered on his face. "So slamming your dick against her ass is better?" "What the fuck is the problem? It's a game." "A game you're taking too far," Drew yelled. "She has a boyfriend. I'm sure he doesn't appreciate watching you feel her up on the court." Jeremy laughed. "You think I give a fuck about the opinions of others?" "Clearly you don't because you didn't leave Gwen alone when she told you to." "Maybe she liked it. I didn't hear her tell me to stop the last time. Maybe she likes the feel of my cock against her pert little ass." Drew snapped and bolted at Jeremy, ready to swing. Jeremy looked more than happy for a fight and moved towards Drew. Tyler rushed between them, followed closely by Connor. Tyler pushed Jeremy back, while Connor stopped Drew. Gwen moved to Drew's side in an attempt to pull him back. He was fighting hard against them to reach Jeremy, as anger spread on his face and in his voice. "You're a sick son of a bitch. You have no respect for women." Jeremy was no longer struggling, instead focusing his energy on taunting an enraged Drew. "No I have the ultimate respect for them. That's why I fuck them." "So what? Are you going to fuck her?" "Why shouldn't I?" he shrugged. "She's a nice looking girl." "She has a boyfriend. She wouldn't do that to him, especially with someone like you." Oh, if you only knew, she thought. "Why not? Connor has a girlfriend and he's sleeping with Patricia," Quinn said nonchalantly. "QUINN! What the fuck?" Patricia screamed, jumping out of her chair. Connor released his grip on Drew and focused on Patricia. "You told her?" he asked, upset by the betrayal. "It wasn't exactly hard to figure out," said Quinn. "You guys are like all over each other." "Still," Patricia yelled as she stopped in front of Quinn. "You didn't have to drag us into this." "Why are you ashamed?" Quinn was defensive, as if it was her right to tell people's secrets. "Because it's our personal business. It doesn't pertain to you," said Connor, whose attention was now completely on the women's fight. Gwen turned back to Drew and Jeremy. Jeremy was eyeing her hungrily with a demented smirk on his face. "So what do you say, Gweny? Me and you, right here on the court." "Eat shit, Jeremy." "You like it real nasty, don't you?" "I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last man alive," she spat. "Come on, baby. Don't hurt my feelings." Gwen lunged at Jeremy, ready to slap him. She did not care about the rules. She did not care if she was kicked out of the house. She was sick of Jeremy and his big mouth. Drew was her voice of reason and grabbed her, pulling her back away from her target. "So you'll let him touch you, but not me. I guess you found your replacement fuck, Drew," Jeremy cackled. "Jeremy, learn to shut the fuck up," Tyler snapped. The look on his face was murderous and Gwen could see it would only take one more of his dirty comments before Tyler pummeled his fist into his face. Jeremy was shocked by his friend's reaction. "Wha-?" A loud, ear-piercing whistle silenced everyone. Gwen saw Zoey standing on the referee's chair. She was pissed. "Everyone shut the hell up. You all are acting like stupid children. Now, everyone find a different corner of the house to sit alone and don't move until I fucking tell you." No one argued. Everyone went their separate ways, sharing silent threats with one another. If there was any way to make the house hate each other more than they already did, they had found it. America's Choice: Betrayal Following the explosive conclusion to the volleyball game, the house was quiet. The contestants were taking Zoey's order seriously, but mainly everyone was pissed off at each other. Gwen wanted to be with Tyler, but thought against it to protect their secret. He had defended her during the fight and she knew he was genuine by his emotions during the game. Watching Jeremy touch her was driving him crazy. She did not see Tyler again until the America's Choice ceremony. When she walked into the living room, Tyler was sitting on the sectional couch, leaning on his knees, and staring at the floor. His anger had not subsided in the hours since the game. When Gwen walked by and sat on the small couch across from him, his look immediately softened and he gave her a soft smile. For once, Gwen was actually looking forward to the America's Choice ceremony. She hoped Tyler won again so they could return to The Suite together. Just thinking about all they would do was making Gwen twist in her seat. She was dying to be alone with Tyler and get to know him better on both a personal and physical level. Gwen turned her attention to the TV as the usual message scrolled across. This week's America's Choice winner is...QUINN. Gwen could feel the color drain from her face. She looked at Tyler who was not only shocked, but also worried. Quinn was obvious about her obsession with Tyler. She was determined to sleep with him no matter what and America had given her the perfect opportunity. What were they thinking? Quinn bounded up to the front of the room in excitement. "I'm going to take Tyler with me to The Suite," she said, giving him a seductive look. Gwen's jaw clenched as she watched Quinn take Tyler by the hand and lead him upstairs to pack. The rest of the house went about their business as if nothing happened, but not Gwen. She fled to the library for some privacy. When she was alone, Gwen collapsed against the door in frustration. This could not be happening. Tyler was going to be spending twenty-four camera free hours alone with Quinn, who intended to try to sway Tyler into sleeping with her and there was nothing she could do about it. This was their first real test. Could Gwen trust Tyler to be faithful to her or was he going to continue his hedonistic lifestyle and fuck her? Gwen's stomach tumbled as she was uncertain what he would do. They had not had enough time together since she succumbed to her desire for him to work through anything. They barely spoke in the last few days to protect their secret, so she did not know what he expected from this "relationship", nor did she. She just had to trust that she had not made a terrible choice. She had to trust him. *** A few hours passed since Quinn dragged Tyler from the house. Gwen knew wallowing for the next twenty-four hours would do nothing, so she resigned to playing cards with Drew and Zoey in the living room. The game was not overly exciting, but Gwen was thankful for the distraction. They were about to start another game of Gin when the television turned on suddenly, showing static and blasting a loud noise. Everyone in the room turned to the screen and Jeremy came out from the workout room, muttering a string of curses. The static lasted only a second before switching to a live feed. A lump grew in Gwen's throat as she watched the video. Gwen recognized the bedroom of The Suite and had grown quite familiar with it in the last three weeks. Only this time, she was not there. In her place, Quinn was lying on the bed in sexy lingerie, running her hands up the side of her body. She was looking off camera in the direction of the bathroom. A few seconds later, Tyler emerged. There was no audio, but after a brief exchange, Quinn crushed her lips into Tyler and began to grind herself against him. Tyler made no effort to break away from her. "Holy shit, that's hot. I did not know they showed porn here. Get it, Tyler," cheered Jeremy. The clip aired only for a few seconds before going black, but Gwen saw more than enough. She felt sick. She felt used. She felt stupid. She had thrown away her relationship with Jessie just to be a number to Tyler's tally. "That got me so hard. What do you say, Gwen?" she looked at Jeremy as he spoke to her. "I could spread you out on the couch right now." "Leave her the fuck alone, you sick asshole," growled Drew. "Let the lady speak for herself." Jeremy crossed his arms. "Jeremy, get out of here. Now!" demanded Zoey "Yes, mommy." He laughed as he jogged back to the workout room. By the end of the conversation, Gwen's sorrow had turned to anger. She was pissed at being taken advantage of by Tyler and she was not going to let it happen again. She was done with him and his games. He had played with her emotions for the last time. The Suite: Unwanted Advances Tyler dreaded the entire walk to The Suite. This was not how this week was supposed to go. Tyler had planned to take Gwen to The Suite again and hoped to get to know her even better. He wanted to know more about her life at home, what other interests she had, and everything else there was to know. He also planned to spend ample amounts of time in the bedroom to better acquaint himself with her body. He could not get the last time he was with her out of his head. It was just as amazing as the first time, even though they had to be silent and secretive. Tyler wanted Gwen in every way. He was addicted to her. It was a complete shock to him when America picked Quinn, which was made worse when she chose him as her guest. Gwen looked enraged. He wanted to comfort her and reassure her that nothing was going to happen and that he wanted her, but there was no time. Quinn had dragged him out of the room and he did not want to draw any attention by running back to her. When they entered The Suite, Quinn immediately led Tyler to the backyard. Through the curtain, there was a bar full of liquor and colorful strobe lights illuminated the space. It looked like a standard rave, but they were the only people there. Music pumped through the space with the standard dance beat. He was not even in there for a minute and Tyler was already getting a headache. Although Tyler frequented raves, he hated the whole scene. If it were not an easy place to pick up women, he would never willingly set foot in one. Now he was stuck in the setting he hated with a woman he could not stand. He quickly moved to the bar, poured himself a shot of the nearest liquor, and threw it back, not even tasting it. Quinn swayed over to him and poured them both shots. As Tyler brought his arm up, Quinn interlocked her arm around his and tried to take the shot, only to spill it all over her low cut shirt. "Oops," she said, biting her lip and rubbing the liquid off her breasts. Tyler turned away from her. He had absolutely no interest in Quinn and if she had hoped that was going to be a way to get him in the mood, it was not going to happen. He threw back his shot, ignoring the small girl. Ignoring Quinn was no small task as she quickly started to grind up on Tyler to the music. He frequently repositioned himself away from Quinn turning his back to her as much as possible, but she just was not taking the hint. After a few more minutes and another drink, Tyler could not take anymore and excused himself to the bathroom. He enjoyed the privacy that the room provided. Looking around brought back the fond memories of a week ago. When he walked into the bathroom on Gwen showering, he had hoped only to apologize. At first, he did not even look at her, as much as he wanted to. He respected her far too much. What he did not expect was to hear her gentle moans and he could not resist opening his eyes. After the snub in the backyard, Tyler was surprised to find her masturbating in the shower. Watching the water cascade off her naked, perfect body was entrancing. Hearing her moans and gasps of pleasure caused his body to respond and his cock stiffened. He did not know what possessed him to enter the shower with her, but he did not stop himself. When he wrapped his arms around her, he half expected her to freak out at him and hit him for intruding on her. Instead, she leaned back against him as she continued to please herself. He watched her tease her clit and he wanted to help her achieve the orgasm she had desperately craved. She was like silk and Tyler could not suppress his moan when his fingers slid into her. He was so hard it hurt, but he did not care about his own pleasure at that moment. All he cared about was pleasing Gwen. He moved his fingers in time with her own stimulation and she rocked her body against him in time. The experience was invigorating and it only made him want Gwen more. The memories of the last week were making him hard, but they also made him miss Gwen. He would give anything just to be sitting in the same room as her; instead, he was stuck with Quinn for the next twenty-three hours and they were not ticking by fast enough. Looking at the clock, Tyler noticed he had been hiding for the last twenty minutes. As easy as it would be to hide there for the remainder of his time in The Suite, he could not do it. He had to go out and face Quinn. A small hope was that she would get drunk and pass out on the middle of the dance floor. Then he would not have to deal with her until the morning. Tyler's prayers were not answered. When he exited the bathroom, Quinn was lying on the bed in an animal print negligée. Her hair was down, surrounding her breasts, which were pushed up by her lingerie. They were barely contained to the nipple. This was what Tyler did not want to face while he was here. "It's been a while since we've been together. I wanted to look sexy for you, baby," she said, running her hand up the side of her body. Tyler walked forward, keeping his eyes down. He did not want her to get the wrong idea. "Quinn, no. I'm not interested." "I know you've had a tiring few days," she said, moving her hand up her body, drawing extra attention to her breasts by running her fingers across them. "All you need is a little reminder of our spectacular night to get you going." Quinn's arms were instantly around Tyler's neck and she crashed her lips into his. He was caught completely off guard that it took him a few seconds to figure out what was happening. In that time, Quinn's tongue plunged into his mouth and she pulled her body flush against him. Her hips were grinding against his and she was moaning and panting against him. When Tyler's head finally cleared, he pulled her arms off his neck. She took that to mean unbutton his shirt and she greedily did. She bit lightly on his lip and pulled it slightly. In the brief moment that their lips were free, Tyler was finally able to push away from her. "What's wrong?" "You don't get it; sex with you was a one-time thing. Never again." Quinn gave a seductive smile as she sat back on the bed and started to remove her thong. "Oh, you're making me work for it. Okay, baby." Quinn laid back and spread her legs open, revealing her shaved pussy. Her fingers ran on the outside of her lips teasing herself. "Remember this?" She plunged two fingers deep inside her and moaned out in enjoyment. She continued to pump slowly, biting her lip seductively. Tyler turned away from her, not wanting any part of this. He did not need Quinn running her mouth back at the house. The last thing he wanted was for Gwen to get the wrong idea and think that she meant nothing to him. In reality, all he wanted was Gwen. "Quinn, this isn't a joke or a game. I'm not having sex with you." "What? Why?" "I'm not interested," he said opening his duffel bag to retrieve his clothes to sleep in. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Quinn's expression harden at his rejection. "Is this about Gwen? Do you want to fuck her?" she snapped. "No," he lied. "How can you not want me? We had an amazing time a few weeks ago." Tyler finally faced her, wanting to put an end to this pointless fight. "You might have, but I didn't." Quinn's jaw dropped at his confession. She must not use to being rejected or told that she was not a fantastic lover. "Why are you being such an ass? What did I do to deserve this?" Tyler turned back to his bag. "Drop it, Quinn. It's not happening." "You know what else isn't happening? You sleeping in here. Get out. You can sleep on the couch out there until you come to your senses and want to fuck me. OUT!" Tyler was more than happy to comply. He grabbed his bag and headed out to the living room, shutting the door on his way out. He did not intend to share a bed with Quinn and he had been looking for a way not to sleep in the same room as her, so this worked out perfectly. Tyler quickly changed into a pair of gym shorts and a green tee shirt, before plopping on his makeshift bed. He pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and got comfortable. When he woke up, there would only be a few hours left until he saw Gwen. He soon fell asleep to the thought of her, a smile lingering on his face. The Vote: According to Plan Tyler was happy to return to the house the next day. Quinn had been insistent the whole time they were in The Suite. The girl really did not understand the word "no". Now that he was returning, it would be easy to avoid her. More importantly, he was going to get to see Gwen. Tyler hoped that he would be able to find a place where he could spend some private time with her. He was dying to hold her, to kiss her, to do everything with her, but knowing that they had to be discreet, he would take anything. He just wanted to see her beautiful face, her gorgeous smile, and the excitement in her silver eyes. He longed to hear her voice and to hear her addictive laugh. When Tyler arrived, he immediately went in search of Gwen. He checked all the rooms, but could not find her. Why was she being so elusive? Tyler thought she would be as eager to see him, as he was to see her. He thought she would be sitting at the dining room table or in the backyard waiting to greet him, but she was not. The only place he had not checked was her bedroom. Maybe she had been taking a nap and lost track of time. He smiled at the thought of waking her with a kiss, like in the movies. His smile faded when he turned the doorknob only to discover the room was locked. He knocked lightly on the door, but there was no answer. He tried knocking again, but still no answer. Tyler ran his hand through his hair in frustration. What the hell was going on? Eviction: Week 05 "Gwen's sleeping," Connor said from behind him. "Oh, thanks," Tyler responded, disheartened. He gave the door one last look and headed back downstairs. Tyler sat in the living room, waiting the hour for the eviction announcement. He did not think about anything or talk to anyone; he just waited to see her. That was all he wanted. An hour later, the rest of the contestants gathered in the in the living room for the announcement. With every person that entered the room, Tyler became more frantic to see Gwen. He did not care if he looked suspicious; he was desperate. Gwen was the last one to enter the room. Just seeing her brought a smile to his face, but when he saw the expression on her face, his heart dropped. She looked cold and distant. She did not look at him or acknowledge him in anyway. She sat as far as possible from him, positioned between Zoey and Drew. Tyler did not know what was wrong, but his gut told him it had something to do with him. The voting was announced and Drew was unanimously evicted. Tyler assumed that Zoey and Gwen did not want to face the backlash for voting against the house as Hattie had. The three friends were the only ones that stood up, hugging Drew goodbye. They followed him to the door and waved as he left. Gwen and Zoey did not return to the group, heading to the kitchen instead. Tyler was done stewing. He needed to figure out what had happened between him and Gwen. It was killing him not to know. Eviction: Week 06 Week 6: Fragile Busted Gwen could not stand to be in the same room as him let alone look at him. As soon as Drew left, she went to the kitchen. She had been hiding in her room for the last few hours, not wanting to face Tyler. Even when he knocked on her door, she refused to come out, although the idea of opening it just to tell him off did cross her mind. Now hunger was gnawing at her stomach and she could not ignore it any longer. Gwen was standing with the fridge door open, welcoming the cool air against her skin. She grabbed the bowl of potato salad and she was searching for some stuff to make a sandwich. That was when she felt him right behind her, closer than she anticipated. "I missed you," he whispered in her ear. "You didn't seem to be missing me too much," she responded coldly. She closed the fridge and moved to the counter top to get her food together. She did not look at him at first. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the confusion on his face as he ran his hand through his hair. "What do you mean?" "Well, the producers gave us a little twist this week and showed us twenty seconds of uninterrupted footage from The Suite," she responded nonchalantly, like she was telling him the weather instead of calling him out on his shit. "What did you see?" "I saw you and Quinn with your tongues down each other's throats. She was in lingerie, so it left little to the imagination as to what happened next." Tyler grabbed her shoulder and turned her to face him. He looked mortified and concerned. "Gwen, it's not what it looked like. I pushed her away." "Oh yea. You pushed her away so you could stick your cock into her," she continued with a cool tone. Deep down she was angry and hurt, but she was not going to let him see that. She did not want him to know that he was deep under her skin. Tyler leaned closer to her with a reassuring look in his eye. "No. That didn't happen." "I'm sure it didn't." "I did not sleep with Quinn." "Not this week, but that's because I wasn't you." Quinn's bubbly voice had cut into their argument. Gwen turned to see little Quinn perched on one of the bar stools, giving an evil smirk. "What?" Gwen asked, her emotions finally reaching the surface. "Let me give you the breakdown. Tyler and I have slept together in The Suite, but that was way back in week one. He didn't sleep with me this time because he's been fucking you hasn't he?" Gwen glared at Tyler, anger in her eyes. "I didn't tell her anything." "So it's true?" Jeremy asked. Gwen looked around and noticed the entire house was now listening to the conversation. "Go ahead. Tell them. Share with the rest of the house exactly what you told Quinn." She was trying to keep herself calm, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Tyler reached for her, but she pushed him away and started to walk towards the stairs. "I didn't tell her anything," he explained, chasing after her. "I respected your privacy." "Which is why the entire fucking house knows," she yelled. Gwen snapped and turned around, catching him off guard. Tyler remained silent, pleading with his eyes for forgiveness. She stared at him in complete disbelief of his betrayal. How could he do this to her? "See Jeremy, you had nothing to worry about," muttered Quinn. "She doesn't care about her boyfriend. She probably enjoyed you grabbing her." "None of this means I liked being molested." Quinn hopped off the stool and sauntered over to Gwen, her smug smile still playing across her face. "It's funny, you act all innocent and sweet, but really you're just a big slut. I wonder what Jessie has to think about all this." "My relationship is none of your concern, Quinn," Gwen threatened. She chuckled. "Well, now it is all America's concern." "Quinn, enough," Tyler snapped. She gave Gwen one last victorious look before backing away. Tyler turned back to Gwen and took her hand in his. "I'm so sorry." "Don't waste my time." She yanked her hand out of his grasp and ran upstairs to her room. Her secret was out now. Everyone in the house knew and there was no doubt, the cameras had also picked up their spat, which would most likely be airing on the next episode as well as streaming live online. Everyone in America knew that she had cheated on Jessie and this was how he was going to find out. He was not going to get the privacy or the complete explanation of why she did it. Instead, he was going to get the media treatment, where everything was twisted and speculated. He would not know what was real and what was created for a more dramatic story. It was not fair to him, but she had no one to blame but herself. Confession Jessie did not know why he was even bothering to watch anymore or why he was putting himself through this pain. The last few days had been devastating for him. He did not go to work, calling out sick. He avoided talking to anyone, with the only calls he took were from his family and Gwen's. They were mortified at what he had told them and what they had seen. It was not like her to behave like this. Jessie stared at the computer screen; his appearance was disheveled and he looked as sick as he felt. He did not care at this point; he just wanted answers. "Is it true? Did you sleep with him?" Zoey asked, lounging on her bed across from Gwen. "Yes," Gwen responded, looking down in shame at her bed sheets. The confirmation was like a knife to Jessie's heart. A small part of him hoped that it was all a nightmare and that he had not seen Gwen and Tyler enjoying each other's bodies. Now that his fear was a reality, his stomach lurched and his heart ached. Why? What had he done to deserve this? Was loving her not enough? "How many times did you sleep with him?" "Twice," Gwen confessed, her gaze not moving from her blue comforter. The pain washed over him anew. He knew of the time in her room a few nights ago, but he had not been sure if they slept together in The Suite. Jessie recalled how happy Tyler was returning to the house. He was sure that Tyler would move on after he had Gwen, but it seemed that Tyler was not done playing with her and wanted to satisfy his appetite even more. This had been Jessie's greatest fear with Gwen leaving for the game. He knew Gwen was a great woman. She as loving, kind, carrying, funny, and sweet, but her downside was her impulsive behavior. She liked doing things just because and even though Jessie would beg her to see reason, she would not once her mind was set. This must have been another one of her stupid decisions. If she had given it a moment of thought, she might not have done it. Either way, she had made her own bed with this one and she had to deal with the consequences. Jessie was not going to let her blame him because he knew he had done nothing wrong. How could he when he was not on the show, the show she signed up for? He did not know exactly what he would do when she came back. He still loved her. He had hoped to marry her after the show. Now how could he? Just watching Gwen sitting there was breaking his heart. She looked ashamed, but that was probably because she was caught. If Quinn had not said something, was she just going to come home and act as if nothing had happened? He could not bear to look at her or think of what she would have done. "Why didn't you tell me?" Zoey asked after some time. "Because Jessie would have found out. I was going to tell him in private, after the show." Jessie looked up at the screen, as Gwen spoke. "I made a stupid mistake, but he needed to hear it from me. Not like this." "How was it?" "ZOEY!" "Sorry, sorry," she said, waving off the question. "So what are you going to do now? I take it Jessie knows." Gwen flopped back onto her bed and stared up at the ceiling. "I guess all I can say is I'm sorry for now. I never intended to hurt him. I made a mistake and I at least want to explain myself after all this is said and done." Jessie wanted to be mad, but he could not. She seemed genuine. Gwen was not the type of person to do something out of spite. Maybe she did intend to keep this all private to protect him. Jessie knew how insistent Tyler was and how he had probably pressured Gwen for weeks. She had probably said no a thousand times before caving to him in The Suite. The second time was after Hattie had been evicted. He could have blackmailed her or played off her emotional state to get her to sleep with him that time. He was the type of guy who would do something that manipulative. Maybe there was a chance, even a small one, of them reconciling. Maybe they could work this all out after the show and talk about how to fix it all. Jessie was so madly in love with Gwen that he was willing to hear her side of the story at least. If she showed that she was sorry and did not sleep with him anymore, then he could possibly forgive. There would be no guarantees, but he would try. The Breakup Connor had been sulking around the house for the last two hours, replaying every moment of the events in his mind. He was still in shock. How could Gwen, the perfect girlfriend, the picture of resilience, cheat on Jessie? And with Tyler? From what Gwen had told him, Jessie was the ideal boyfriend. He was loyal, loving, trustworthy, and romantic. Tyler was a complete asshole. He flirted with every girl in the house, was narcissistic, and was America's favorite, which in any show, was never a good thing. America always likes a villain. What did she see in Tyler that was willing to make her throw away her life with Jessie? She was doing it on national television, too. Connor could only imagine what that felt like, having to watch the person you love most throw themselves at another person and being powerless to save your relationship. Connor stopped dead in his tracks in the library. His stomach turned and he was overcome with guilt. Connor had cheated on his girlfriend with Patricia, in front of the cameras. Veronica had most likely seen everything. He was no better than Gwen was. Hell, he was worse. At least Gwen had to decency to cheat in The Suite and not talk about it. If Quinn had not eavesdropped, no one would have ever known. It was so easy to forget the world outside of the house and Connor had forgotten Veronica. He was ashamed of himself. He loved her and had told her so right before he left for the show. She had kissed him goodbye as he left the green room and he had held her close up until he left. Now, he could not even remember her face or the feel of her lips. All he could see was Patricia. Her emerald green eyes sparkling against her tan skin. Her highlighted hair curving around her body. She had invaded his thoughts completely and had set up permanent residence. He sat at the table and buried his face in his hands. It was not fair to string Veronica along, especially when it would be weeks before he would be home. It was clear that he had physically moved on with Patricia; now his mind was catching up. Connor let out a deep sigh before dropping his hands. He knew what he had to do. He faced the camera that was behind the built in desk of the bookcase. "Veronica. I don't know how much of the show you have watched or what you have seen, but I need to come clean. I've been sleeping with one of my cast mates, Patricia. I thought it was just a stupid fling, but I realize it is something stronger." Connor was getting emotional and he had to pause to keep himself from coming undone. "That being said, when I leave the house, I won't be coming back to you. I'm in love with Patricia and if she'll have me, I intend to move on with my life with her as my girlfriend. I know this isn't the best way to do this, but I need to do this now, so we can both move on with our lives." He had hoped to do this another way, but there was no stopping what had happened. The only thing he could do was set things right and let Veronica go. "I'm sorry for hurting you, but I'm not going to lie to myself or you any longer. I wish you the best." Connor did not linger in the library because if he did, he would breakdown. Instead, he walked upstairs with purpose: to find the woman he loved. "Can you believe that? I would never have guessed Gwen would cheat on Jessie," said Patricia when Connor walked in. She was pulling back the covers of the bed they had been sharing for the last few weeks. She looked stunning in her dark red babydoll. He loved that she always dressed sexy to bed. Patricia stared at him, waiting for him to respond. "I don't want to talk about them," Connor finally said, moving across the room. "I want to talk about us." "What about us?" she asked nervously. Connor took her hand in reassurance. "I was just in the library and I decided I want to leave Veronica. I want to leave her for you." "Really?" Her eyes lit up causing Connor to smile. "Yes because I'm in love with you." "Oh my God. I love you, too." Patricia took Connor's face in her hands and pulled him for a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues quickly collided in his mouth, roving over each other. Their passion was controlled and sweet, and the couple was lost in their embrace. Patricia pulled away and moved to her side of the bed, climbing in. Connor did the same, rejoining Patricia under the covers. Their lips found each other and picked up where they left off. Connor's kisses trailed down her jawline to her neck. Patricia whimpered under his attention and her lower body twisted in arousal. Connor pushed the straps down her shoulders and continued to kiss down to her collarbone. The silk fell from Patricia's torso, revealing her breasts. Connor took them in his hands and massaged them, causing her to moan. He leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked on it, to elongate it, before twirling his tongue around it. His hand was tweaking her other nipple. Patricia was panting wildly above him. "Oh God," she moaned, throwing her head back against the headboard. Patricia pushed him upright. She leaned over and tugged his shorts down, releasing his dick. She bent down and took every inch of him in her mouth. Connor groaned above her as she gave his member the attention it deserved. Her tongue lapped over his head as she bobbed up and down, lubricating his cock with her saliva. She sat up and straddled Connor. Patricia was not wearing any panties and Connor could feel her dripping lips rub against his dick. He groaned while Patricia teased him, rubbing herself up and down his shaft. After a minute she adjusted herself and easily slid his cock inside her, causing both lovers to moan in ecstasy. Patricia's pace was slow at first, allowing her to return her lips to Connor's. She rode down his dick, pushing him deep inside her. As she pulled out, she circled her body, causing her sensitive clit to rub against his body. Each time she did this, she moaned against Connor's mouth and increased her speed until she could no longer kiss him. Patricia rode his cock hard and fast, panting and moaning uncontrollably. Connor held her hips to keep her stable. His head was pushed back against the headboard and his eyes were shut, as he groaned loudly. Connor was the first to break. He grabbed Patricia's hips and stopped her movements. He shot his load deep inside her. The sensation pushed Patricia over the edge. "Oh fuck," she screamed as her orgasm washed over her, coating his cock with her juices. Patricia collapsed into Connor's shoulder, barely able to breath. He brought his hand up and stroked the back of her head; his other hand took her into his embrace. He kissed the side of her head and nuzzled against her ear. "I love you, Patricia." "I love you too, baby." The Plan Furious was an understatement. Tyler was ready to explode in anger. It was taking all his energy not to freak out after what had happened. He was trying to keep his mind and his hands busy by working out, but it was difficult for him to keep his mind off the fight between him and Gwen, especially when Jeremy was pestering him for details. "So you finally nailed her," he said, lounging on the bench press. "We had sex, yes." Tyler said as he finished another set of bicep curls. He usually watched his form in the mirrors, but he could not do it today. He was too upset. "And you stupidly told Quinn?" he laughed. Tyler threw the dumbbells down on the floor, rage pulsing through every inch of his body. "I did not tell her a damn thing," he yelled, moving closer to Jeremy. "The stalker was eavesdropping on my conversation with Gwen." Jeremy threw his hands up in defense. "Why didn't you tell me?" "Gwen said she wanted to tell Jessie in person and I didn't want to break her trust. Quinn shouldn't have pulled that shit." "This is more than just sex, isn't it?" Tyler pushed his hand through his hair. He knew that Gwen meant more to him than just a booty call, but he was not in the mood to talk about that with Jeremy, especially when he had not even told Gwen how he felt. How could he? She was not talking to him. She would not even be in the same room as him. All of this was adding to his anger and rage towards Quinn, the one who started all of this. "What Quinn did to Gwen was bullshit and quite frankly, I'm getting sick of her walking around here like she is the Queen." "But we have an alliance with her." "Fuck the alliance with her," he snapped, "I want her gone." "I don't know man." Jeremy looked doubtful. "Listen," Tyler said, calming himself down. He knew he would get nowhere by screaming at Jeremy. He was not intimidated. "You're my friend. I need you on this one." Jeremy looked at Tyler for a moment, understanding that this was important to him. "Okay." America's Choice: Deals Quinn was on cloud nine. Although Tyler had not run to her as she had hoped, she had succeeded in breaking up Gwen and Tyler. They had not been seen together since the fight and it was obvious to her now that things had not improved. Tyler and Gwen were on complete opposite sides of the room and neither was looking at each other. With Gwen no longer interested, Tyler could focus his attentions on someone better, like herself. She knew it would only be a matter of time before he crawled back into her bed and she would welcome him happily. They would continue their hot sexual affair and it would lead to something more. Quinn could feel it. Her day was made better when Gwen was selected as America's Choice. "This is an easy choice," said Gwen as she announced her guest. "Zoey." Quinn would have Tyler and be free of Gwen for the next twenty-four hours. She knew she would not need that much time to convince Tyler to fuck her again, but she was glad that Gwen's presence would not be a distraction. In all her day dreaming and scheming, Quinn did not realize that everyone had left the room. She went in search of her prince and found him in the kitchen. She was disappointed that he had a shirt on, as he liked to walk around the house without one; however, he looked damn sexy and Quinn had to bite her lip to contain herself. She sauntered up close to him, but he gave her no attention as he moved around the kitchen. He only stopped what he was doing to watch Gwen and Zoey leave out the back door, before returning to what he was doing. Frustrated, Quinn finally made her presence known. "Tyler, I realize you and Gwen haven't been talking the last few days. I wanted you to know that I forgive you for sleeping with her and that my legs are always open to you." "Well, you can shut your damn legs, Quinn, because I want nothing to do with you or any part of you," he said coldly, walking past her. Eviction: Week 06 "There's no need to be an asshole." "There's every reason for it," he snapped turning to face her. There were not adequate words to describe the rage and anger she saw in his eyes. It was frightening. "You ousted Gwen and me to her boyfriend. Not only that, you have her thinking I fucked you last week because you can't take 'no' for an answer. Now she won't talk to me at all. You've made me the most miserable person in the house because you can't ever shut your fucking mouth and you go snooping through everyone's business." "What are you getting at?" she asked timidly. "You're days are numbered, Quinn," he threatened through gritted teeth. "My next goal is to get you out of the house and the fuck out of my life." Tyler stormed out of the house into the backyard, slamming the sliding glass door shut behind him. Quinn could have sworn she felt the house shake. What the hell had happened? None of this was going according to plan. He was supposed to want her, not continue to pine for Gwen. Now he was threatening revenge by kicking her out of the house. They had an alliance, but it seemed like he was turning his back on her. She had to ensure her safety, at least until she could get Gwen out of the house. Then everything would be fine. She hurried up the steps in search of Jeremy. She was not surprised to find him upstairs getting ready for a nap. If he was not working out or eating, the lazy shit was sleeping. "Jeremy, I have a problem and I need your help." "I might have a solution. What's up?" he asked, sitting up in bed. "Tyler is on a rampage. He's threatening to have me voted out. I need you to promise to keep me." Jeremy swung his legs off the bed and stood up, towering over little Quinn. "Tyler is my best friend in the house and you're asking me to go against him?" "Please, Jeremy," she begged. "I'll do anything to stay. Anything." Jeremy smirked and that was the last thing Quinn saw before he grabbed her arms and flung her down onto the bed, her face buried in the sheets. She felt him rip her shorts and panties down, exposing her shaved pussy lips. This was not what Quinn had in mind when she agreed to do anything, but if that is what it took, she was going to let him have any part of her. Jeremy's left hand reached in front of her and his fingers found her clit. He circled her slowly, but with each pass, he gained speed. Quinn whimpered as her body responded to Jeremy's attention. Jeremy's right hand was still behind her, rubbing against her dampening pussy. When Jeremy's fingers were coated enough, she felt him push one thick finger inside of her. Quinn's whimper became a moan. Jeremy moved slowly in and out of her, still providing stimulation to her clit. Her moans grew louder and her body pressed against his finger to push it further inside of her. "Does the little girl like that?" Quinn nodded, biting her lip in enjoyment. He slipped another thick finger inside her and she groaned even louder. Jeremy's thrusts were more intense, rocking Quinn forward each time. Quinn was soaked and she was close to an orgasm. She got her wish when Jeremy pushed a third finger inside her, stretching her walls like no one had before. Quinn's body tensed around his fingers as warmth coursed through her veins. She collapsed onto the bed and Jeremy quickly removed his fingers. Behind her, she could hear him moving around, but she did not have the energy to lift herself up. "What are you doing?" "I have a policy. If I save your ass, I get to claim your ass," he said, applying lube to the outside of her hole. "You've done it before right?" "No," Quinn said, suddenly alarmed. She had never considered letting a man take her in that way. She was even more concerned given how wide Jeremy was. "Then this is gonna be fun." Jeremy grabbed her hips and rubbed the tip of his manhood against her tight hole. He pushed gently against her tight seal until her body relented and his tip slipped in. Quinn cried out in pain as he forced his way gradually inside of her. She clawed at the sheets, desperately trying to make herself comfortable. When he was completely in, Quinn relaxed as much as she could. It was clear that this was going to happen and that she would have to pay Jeremy's fee, but it was worth it. She wanted to stay in this house. "I love being the first," he said. "You're so fucking tight. There is no better feeling." Jeremy pulled out slowly and Quinn was able to relax a little more. When he pushed back in, it hurt a little less. Soon her cries of pain became moans of pleasure. She never imagined she would enjoy a man penetrating her ass. "I knew you'd like this, baby," Jeremy said, slamming into her faster. Jeremy drove into her ass over and over. Quinn reached between her legs and played with her clit, flicking it furiously. Another orgasm was building inside her and she wanted to get the most out of this experience. Suddenly, her body shuddered and an explosive orgasm ripped through her body. "Oh fuck," she screamed. "Hell yea, baby. Cum for me my little slut." Jeremy stilled and unloaded deep into her ass, roaring like an animal. He stayed inside her for a moment before pulling out and leaning over her body. "Don't worry, baby," he whispered in her ear. "I'll keep you around for next week, though you'll have to pay up again." He laughed and smacked her ass playfully, before heading out of the room. Quinn collapsed on the floor, completely exhausted. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would enjoy being fucked in the ass. Now that she had, it was the most amazing thing she had ever experienced. She gingerly stood up. She was sore from the fierce fucking she had taken, but it was fine. She would be around for another week. That gave her more time to get Tyler back on her side. And once she did, she knew exactly what she wanted him to do to her. The Suite: Just a Little Convincing Gwen was glad to be away from the house, especially to be free of Tyler and Quinn. She had spent the last few days avoiding Tyler by any means necessary. When he walked into a room, Gwen walked right out. If she had to be there, she refused to acknowledge that he was there. She was infuriated that he had betrayed her and told Quinn that they had slept together. Quinn was also undesirable to be around. There were times where Quinn would follow her around the house, smirking and making snide comments about her infidelity and how the whole nation knew. She knew responding would only give Quinn the satisfaction of knowing that she was under Gwen's skin, so she kept her mouth shut. In reality, she wanted to rip her a new one. She was glad that America had picked her this week. If she had been stuck in The Suite with Tyler again, she might have quit the game. She was still tempted to just to escape him, but she did not want a broken relationship to be the only think she walked away with from this experience. She was happy to pick Zoey for the visit and even more excited about the spa treatment that was planned as their reward. It was more than Gwen had thought possible and was the perfect distraction from the game. She and Zoey were treated to a full body message, which relaxed every muscle of her body. A full body scrub was also ordered, clearing their skin of all the dirt, stress, and anxiety of the game. Gwen and Zoey were treated to new hairstyles. Gwen was feeling bold and decided on blonde highlights, with pink streaks mixed in. Zoey followed Gwen's lead by getting the tips of her short black hair dyed red. Zoey and Gwen finished their spa treatment with a manicure and pedicure. This was the first opportunity they had to talk the whole night. "So why did you cheat on Jessie?" Zoey asked, selecting the shade of red she wanted for her toenails. Gwen was suddenly wishing that they did not have the opportunity to talk. "Like I said, it was a dumb mistake," she shrugged. "A mistake you made twice. Come on, you can tell me." "I don't know," she said. How could she properly put how she felt about Tyler into words? It was something she could not fully understand given recent events. "Tyler is charming, and funny, and sweet." "And has a nice sized cock." "Really?" Gwen glared at Zoey. "And you're supposed to be the responsible adult." Zoey leaned her head back on the headrest of the chair, closing her eyes. "I have never once professed that." Gwen could not help but laugh. Zoey may be older than the rest of the house, but she fit in with the young crowd and Gwen loved having her around. "Okay. So does Jessie not fit those qualifications?" "It's not that he doesn't, it's just that it's subtle. He's more serious and rigid. Tyler is more of a free spirit, living in the moment kind of guy. It's refreshing." "So why not take advantage of Mr. Refreshing?" "I can't trust him anymore," she said, dismayed. "He told Quinn about us, and he clearly has no interest in me. You saw him with Quinn on the TV." "I saw him being kissed, not fucking her. And something tells me he didn't." "How do you know?" Zoey turned her head and looked at Gwen. "Gwen, the way he looks at you and is always around you shows he wants more. He kept taking you back into the Suite, even when you weren't sleeping with him. If he just wanted to get laid, he could have kept running to Quinn." Gwen was unsure, and Zoey picked up on her uncertainty. "This game is designed to test us," she continued. "The producers only showed you what they wanted you to see. If he fucked her, they would have shown more." Zoey had a point. It was not uncommon for the producers to throw curve balls into the game at this point to create needed drama. They needed it to fuel the ratings. At the same time, Tyler had a reputation and it was one he earned. "At least hear him out. You have to give him that." Gwen debated with herself for a moment. She had not given him a chance to explain himself all week because she had been so mad at him. Maybe he deserved the chance to defend himself. "Okay. I'll talk to him when we get back." "No. I'm going to give my spot up here so you can get through this. If you have any feelings for him, you need to resolve this before Quinn finds a way to make it worse." "Zoey, I don't want you to miss the rest of the spa." "Who said anything about that? I care about you and Tyler's future, but not enough to give up a pedicure. He can wait until my toes are pretty." Gwen and Zoey shared a laugh as they continued to be pampered, changing the topic of conversation to something more cheerful. *** Gwen sat in the back yard near the fire pit and stared up at the stars. She had not had any alone time in the last six weeks to sit back and enjoy the night sky as she loved to do back home. It was a great way to pass the time and it helped clear her mind. Zoey had left The Suite about a half hour prior. Gwen did not know what to expect. No one had willingly left The Suite unless they were quitting the game. There had never been a swapping of guests before, so Gwen did not know if Zoey's plan would work. A small part hoped it would not. She knew she needed to talk things out with Tyler, but she did not know what she was going to say to him. "Gwen." "Hey," she said, continuing to look at the stars. She could hear Tyler walking closer to her. "How was your spa day with Zoey?" "Much needed," she said, finally facing him. He looked uncertain. He probably did not know what to say to her either. After taking a moment to collect himself, he smiled at her and the familiar look of admiration fell upon his face. "I didn't know it was possible for you to look more beautiful than you already did." Gwen shook her head at him, her face giving away nothing of how she felt. "Smooth talk won't work this time, Tyler." He sat down on the end of the lounge chair that Gwen was occupying. "That wasn't smooth talk. I was being honest. You are so beautiful." "Thank you." Neither of them said anything for the first few minutes. They both sat there, staring at anything but each other. It was tense and awkward, so much so that Gwen was beginning to doubt her decision to follow Zoey's plan. "I'm so sorry Quinn outed you to Jessie," Tyler said, causing Gwen to turn and face him. "You should've been the one to tell him, not her." "Did you tell her?" He shook his head. "I never told anyone about us." "Did you sleep with her?" she asked looking away. "The first time we were in The Suite, yes I did." Tyler's hand caressed her cheek and forced her to look at him. "But it meant nothing to me. She means nothing to me." "Is there anything else I should know?" He looked down in shame. "That same week, Samantha tried to buy my vote with a blowjob in the laundry room." Gwen let out a small laugh in disbelief. "You really are a whore." "That meant nothing to me. All of them meant nothing to me." Tyler was begging and pleading with his eyes and his voice. A twinge of guilt pricked at Gwen's heart as she saw how desperate he was for her to believe him. Although the truth made her upset, she had to respect his honesty. "Why did you want me knowing I was with Jessie? Why did you pursue me for so long?" "It started out as a dumb desire to take you, even though you were with Jessie," he said staring out at the pool. Gwen shook her head in disbelief. "You are really not helping yourself." Tyler moved to her side kneeling down. He took her hands in his as he continued his pleas for forgiveness. "The first time in the Suite it was like that, but as time went on, I was enjoying being with you. I was so surprised by what an astounding woman you were, I wanted you because of how amazing you were." He brought one hand up to her face, caressing her cheek again. His touch made her heart jump as the feelings she had for him began to resurface. "Everything I told you in the hot tub was true. I wanted you because of the feelings I had for you. I knew you were Jessie's, but I wanted to make you mine. Not just to have sex, but to enjoy new experiences together. I wanted you to be my girlfriend." "Jessie's Girl." Tyler smiled at the memory they shared. "I never thought an eighties song would convey exactly how I felt, but there was no better one." Gwen gave a light laugh as a smile consumed her face. She looked at him with the same admiration he had for her. He had been honest and sincere, even when the answers were not what she had hoped to hear. He could have lied to her about everything, but it did not appear that he did. "So, can you forgive me?" he asked timidly. Gwen bit her lip and looked down at their interlocked hands. She looked up at Tyler through her long lashes. "I might need a little more convincing." He smirked at her, and then leaned in for a kiss, crushing his lips with hers. Gwen's fingers instantly laced themselves through his hair, pulling him into her. Tyler stood slightly, pushing her down onto the lounge chair. His hands traveled along the outside of her body, memorizing every inch of her perfect form. Gwen's hands moved from the back of his head and down to his shoulders. Suddenly, she pushed him away. Tyler looked confused by her behavior. "Why don't we take this some place a little more comfortable?" she panted. "Whatever you want," Tyler smiled. He stood up and swooped Gwen into his arms. She giggled as he carried her into The Suite, kissing while they moved. When they reached the master bedroom, Tyler playfully threw Gwen onto the bed. Her infectious laughter continued as she bounced on the mattress. She sat up when her body finally settled and began to undo Tyler's pants. Unexpectedly, he grabbed her hands and stopped her work. He crouched down to eye level with Gwen. "I want tonight to be all about you. I want to make everything up to you by giving you more pleasure than any other man has brought you. You deserve it after the week of hell you had and I owe it to you for causing that hell." Gwen could see compassion in his eyes. She did not argue with him. This was how he wanted to make it up to her and she did not want to take anything away from him. Tyler pulled her blue tank top over her head. He learned forward, kissing her neck, Gwen leaned her head back, whimpering at his touch. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her in. His hands reached up behind her neck and pulled at the ties of her white bikini top. His lips traveled across her shoulder, his tongue gently licking her collarbone. The familiar ache between Gwen's legs was returning as she twisted in anticipation. Tyler's lips continued to travel down the front of his body. As he moved away, her top began to slide, eventually revealing her full tits. Tyler pulled back, his thumb gently strumming one of her nipples. "Gwen, you are the most beautiful woman in the world," he said, gazing into her silver eyes. Tyler's head dipped down to her breasts and his lips wrapped around her teased nipple. Gwen threw her head back moaning and nearly collapsed onto the bed. Tyler wrapped his arm around her, holding her close to him. His tongue circled her nipple and he occasionally nibbled on it. He continued teasing her for several minutes, all while her blood was like fire through her veins and the warmth grew between her legs. He pushed her back onto the bed and his lips trailed down her stomach. His tongue dipped into her navel as he headed for her sweet spot. Tyler grabbed her shorts and ripped them off, along with her bikini bottoms. Gwen was already soaked from Tyler's earlier attention. Tyler's fingers gently rubbed her pussy lips, causing Gwen to jump from the feeling. Tyler put his hand on her stomach to keep her in place while his fingers danced around her slit. Gwen bucked and thrashed, but Tyler's strong arms impeded her movements. Tyler's mouth latched onto her clit. Gwen moaned as he sucked and nibbled on her sensitive spot. Her hand reached the back on his head and pushed him closer to her. His tongue jutted out and licked her clit with long, powerful strokes. She was so close to plunging off the edge, she did not know if she could contain herself any longer. His playful fingers finally found their way into Gwen's cunt. Her hips bucked up as he slid his thick fingers inside of her. He stroked her front wall, beckoning her orgasm to explode through her. Gwen's hands threaded through her hair and she arched back as her body tighten. She was overcome with immense pleasure, but Tyler did not stop. He continued to tease her body as she rode her wave. When she came crashing down, Gwen's senses were fried. Tyler had stopped teasing her and had repositioned himself at Gwen's throat, planting sweet kisses. "Ready for more?" he whispered. Gwen bit her lip and nodded. Tyler smirked and gave her a passionate kiss. Gwen could taste her sweetness on his tongue before he pulled away. Tyler yanked his shirt and pants off quickly, leaving him naked. Gwen took a moment to admire the form that she had grown to crave. His muscles were larger than when he first arrived and his chiseled abs were more defined. Tyler's sea blue eyes were piercing and full of desire. His sexy smile made the ache in Gwen grow even more. He grabbed Gwen's legs behind the knee and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. He pushed his arms under her legs until her calf rested just below his shoulder. He positioned the tip of his manhood at her soaked entrance, teasing her just a little more. He grabbed her thighs roughly for support, and then slammed all the way inside of her. Gwen's body bucked up as a load moan escaped her lips. "Oh fuck," she cried out as Tyler thrust into her again. He was going deeper than he had before, thanks to the angle that he held her body. Soon, Tyler's powerful thrusts began to speed up. Gwen tried to meet his thrusts, but he held her hips tightly, making it impossible to move. Her moans grew louder, which Tyler answered with increased speed and power. Eviction: Week 06 It became too much for Gwen and her body ached again as fire rushed through her body. This time when her orgasm passed, she went completely limp. Tyler soon achieved his own orgasm and exploded deep inside her before collapsing on top of her with his face buried in her neck. The couple laid there for a long time, neither having the energy to say anything. Tyler eventually gained the strength to kiss her neck. She loved when a guy was sweet like this. "Gwen," he whispered against her neck, continuing to kiss her gently. Gwen still had not caught her breath and only acknowledged him with a soft groan. "Do you forgive me?" "My moans didn't give you your answer?" She could hear his laughter in her ear and could not resist smiling. This was where she hoped to be after talking things out and if things went right; their relationship was only going to get better. "There is one thing more that I want," Gwen said, slowly turning to face Tyler. "Anything." "I want Quinn gone. I don't want to give her another chance to come between us again." He smiled at her and tucked a strand of her newly colored hair behind her ear. "I thought you might. I already secured the votes. She's going home this week." "You're earning bonus points," she smiled, locking her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. "What can I get with those bonus points?" Gwen gave him a mischievous smirk as she flipped him on his back. Her mouth trailed kisses down his torso as she moved to give him his reward. The Vote: Blindsided Gwen was in a better mood when she returned to the house. She and Tyler had spent the morning working through their issues completely and reaching a common ground. Although her trust in him had been shaken, she was able to forgive him as she realized the blame for their secret leaking out lied with Quinn, not Tyler. She also understood that the kiss he shared with Quinn had caught him by surprise and that he did not wish to pursue a relationship of any kind with her. In fact, he was more desperate to get her out of the house than Gwen was and she knew it would only be a few hours before they had their wish. Results: Quinn- 3 votes Zoey- 4 votes Zoey has been evicted. Gwen was in complete shock, as was Zoey. She turned to Tyler in disbelief and his face was filled with anger. "You said we had the votes," she whispered as they stood up. "We did. Jeremy just stabbed me in the back," he said following her and Zoey to the door. Gwen was near tears when her friend turned to face her. For the last three weeks, she had watched every one of her friends walk out the door and tonight was no exception. Zoey did not look upset, just indifferent to the situation. No one was ever safe in this game and Zoey knew that. It seemed that she had prepared herself for the worst-case scenario and this was it. "I'm so sorry. This wasn't supposed to happen." "I know. But don't dwell on it. You have to figure a way to get the numbers back on your side. I know you can." Zoey gave Gwen a big hug, then Tyler. She gave them both a smile and a wink as she walked out the door. Eviction: Week 07 Week 7: Last Alive Outnumbered "Looks like you'll be seeing Jessie sooner than you thought," Quinn said smugly with her arms crossed over her chest. "Not necessarily. I could win America's Choice and send your ass right out the door." "But if you don't, you'll be facing your boyfriend next week and have to explain to him why you spread your legs for another man in front of the whole country." The pit in Jessie's stomach was reforming. There was a great chance that Gwen would be evicted next week. The numbers were not in Gwen's favor. She maybe had one vote in that asshole Tyler, but that was about it. Jessie did not know what he was going to say to her. In the last week, he was starting to get over what had happened between her and Tyler. He was not happy about it and he knew they were going to have to have a serious talk, but he was willing to try to save their relationship. "Quinn, enough with the petty jealousy," Tyler snapped, coming to Gwen's defense. "Your problem is with me, not her. I've made it abundantly clear; I don't fucking want you. So leave her alone and stay out of her relationship with Jessie." "Shouldn't you have followed your own advice? Sleeping with a taken woman," she smirked. For once, Quinn said something that was not utterly ridiculous. "My relationships are none of your business. Back the fuck off." Jessie watched as Gwen escaped to the library, no longer wanting to be in the fight. Rather than switching over the camera feed to Gwen, he continued to watch the situation unfold. Tyler pulled Jeremy aside, uncontrollable anger in his eyes. "What the fuck? I thought you said you had my back." "I do." "Then why the fuck is Quinn still here? She should be the one gone right now, not Zoey." "We have an alliance with her. I wasn't going to go back on it." The look on Tyler's face said it all. He knew there was more to it than that. Jessie had seen the deal that caused Jeremy to betray Tyler and it seemed that Tyler figured he had some sort of sexual contact with Quinn. "It's getting down to the last of us," Tyler seethed. "Do you really think we can continue this game without being forced to turn on each other?" With that, Tyler stormed off to the library. Jessie was uncomfortable the second Tyler entered that room. He was sure that Tyler and Gwen were through with each other. Why was he bothering her? "What are you doing here?" Tyler asked, approaching Gwen. She was sitting at the table in the middle of the room with her feet propped up. "No one ever comes in here." Tyler knelt down to Gwen and looked into her eyes. "Gwen I know it seems hopeless, but we can figure something out. Please don't give up." Gwen did not look at him, focusing her attention on somewhere else in the room. Her look was cold and calculated something Jessie had never seen before. "I have no intention to give up. No, I'm going to rip Quinn and her alliance apart one by one. And I know exactly how I'm going to do it." Gwen left the room, leaving Tyler disheartened and upset on the floor. Jessie cracked a smile at seeing him miserable. Karma was coming around for what he had done to Jessie and now Jessie would get to watch Tyler suffer as he had. Planting the Seed Jeremy was starving, then again when was he not? All the free time he was getting was spent working out his rocking body and when he was not doing that, he was taking time to enjoy his other pleasure. He wished that there were more women in the house still, especially Samantha. He was dying to fuck something and Quinn was not exactly climbing in his bed every night begging him to nail her in the ass again. Too bad he had not pursued Gwen before Tyler did. "Making anything good?" Gwen asked, sitting at the counter. "Reheating some pizza. You want some?" "No thanks. I'm not hungry." They sat in silence for a few minutes. Gwen had not talked to him much during this game and had not said a word in the last few weeks. "So, you're talking to me now?" She shrugged. "Not that many people left in the house now that Zoey is gone." "Yea, sorry about that," he said half-heartedly. Zoey was cool, but this was a game and she had to leave if he wanted to win. "It's a game. It was going to happen eventually. I think she felt blindsided though." "I bet. She thought Quinn was going home." "I know how Quinn convinced you to go against Tyler," Gwen said with a knowing smile. "You know it won't be able to work much longer." "Why not?" "Once I leave, Quinn will in the optimal power position. She already has influence over Patricia and by extension Connor. She'll keep Tyler no matter what, which leaves you on the outside." Jeremy gave her a confused look. "I'm not seeing it." "She has the easiest way to the end. You take out Connor after me; Patricia will take her to the end. If you take out Patricia, Connor will rally to her side in revenge. If you take out Tyler, she will rip your head off. You are the most expendable person to her because she has to pay a fee for your allegiance." Jeremy had not thought of that. No one else had to force her to work with them, but he did. "So you want to get her out this week?" "We can't because we don't have the votes to do it. They are gunning for me and even if I have your vote, it will end in a tie. Quinn has won America's Choice before, so her placement may be higher than mine. I would go home and you would be screwed." Jeremy was panicking. He had not really thought through his last few moves. "So there's no way of fixing this?" "There is one. You vote out Patricia and keep me here. I think my ranking is higher than hers is, so I would stay and she would go. Then, we have three people to their two and can easily take out Quinn. In her eyes, you instantly become her best friend. So by voting out Patricia instead of me, you go from expendable to the power position." Jeremy knew Gwen was right. He needed to get rid of Patricia. She was the most influential in that couple, but he was nervous. What would he do next? He had to think through this next move carefully; otherwise, his whole game was trashed. "Just think about it." America's Choice: Misery Gwen hoped America would keep her. It would make everything go easier for the rest of the week. Her plan as of now required a lot persuasion of the others and there was no guarantee that it would work. Unfortunately, America was not on her side when she needed them. "Yes. Gwen, you're going home," Quinn shouted with glee as she hugged a smiling Patricia. "So it would seem." Gwen looked defeated and distant. Tyler said nothing, but the pain was on his face. He was afraid of losing her. Gwen could not focus on him; she had to keep her mind on the game. Jeremy stood up in front of the room with a gentle smile on his face. "Tyler, let's go party it up, brother." *** Gwen waited until he was alone before hatching the next step of her plan. "Connor, can I have a minute?" she asked, sitting on the couch across from him. "Yea, what's up?" he said, putting his book on the table. Connor and Gwen had been friends at one point in this game, but things changed after he fell in love with Patricia. She hoped that talking to him alone would allow him to speak for himself and maybe she could use their friendship history to her advantage. "As you can tell, I look like a dead girl walking," she began, giving a lighthearted smile. "I was wondering if there was anyway of convincing you to let me stay." "Who do you want me to vote out?" "Quinn." Connor gave a thoughtful look, but was hesitant to accept immediately. Gwen knew she would have to convince him, but she never got the chance. "Oh, look at that Patricia. Tyler is gone only five minutes and she is already making a move on your man." Quinn's bubbly voice pierced the silence of the room. "What the hell, Gwen?" Patricia snapped. "Just because you ruined your relationship with Jessie, doesn't mean you need to ruin everyone else's." "Patricia, she wa-" Connor began, but was cut off. "Connor, get the fuck away from her." Patricia grabbed Connor's arm and dragged him upstairs. He looked back at Gwen, apologizing with his eyes, but powerless to stand up to his girlfriend. "Did you really think it was going to be easy to get me out?" Quinn snickered as she walked passed, proud of what she had done. Gwen could barely contain her smirk. Everything was going according to plan. Losing Control Patricia's blood was boiling as she dragged Connor up the stairs. How could he do this to her? Talking to that tramp who could not close her legs for anyone. She was a cheater and once a cheater always a cheater. She thought this rule did not apply to Connor, but apparently, she had been wrong. She stormed into the room and slammed the door before turning and facing Connor. "Do you want to fuck her?" she yelled. "What?" Connor said with a confused look on his face. Patricia crossed her arms and glared at him. "You were sitting alone with her privately. Why?" "She was trying to talk me into voting Quinn out. Why do you think I want to sleep with her?" "You already cheated on one girlfriend. What's to stop you from doing the same to me?" Connor looked hurt, but Patricia did not care. She did not trust him around Gwen and she was not convinced that he would not cheat on her if given the opportunity. Patricia moved passed a dumbfounded Connor and sat on the bed. She stared at the ground, still furious with him. After a few minutes, she felt him sit next to her. He wrapped one arm around her shoulder and tried to move her face to meet his, but she resisted. "Patricia, how can you think that? I love you! I broke up with Veronica to be with you. I would never jeopardize what I have with you for anything." Patricia continued to sit in a huff on the bed. Connor tried to break through her icy resolve, but it was not working. She was dead set on being angry. Soon, she felt his lips on her neck. She tried to pull away from him, but he kept close to her. "Baby, what do I have to do to prove to you that I would never cheat?" Patricia sat angrily for a minute, refusing to look at Connor. As she pondered, she found a way that she could remind Connor of his place. A devilish smirk took hold of her. She said nothing as she pushed Connor onto his back and kissed his lips hungrily. He looked surprised, but not for long as he fell into her kiss, meeting her passion. Connor slipped his tongue into her mouth and Patricia sucked on it. Connor groaned and tried to move his tongue further into mouth, but Patricia was in complete control. She released his tongue and bit his lip as she pulled away. Patricia straddled Connor and pulled her shirt off. Connor sat up and tried to play with her breasts, but she pushed him back down. She undid the ties on her wrap around skirt, revealing her bare pussy beneath. Connor's hands rubbed up the back of her legs in an attempt to grab her ass, but Patricia swatted him away. "Babe, what are you doing?" She did not respond. Her hands traveled to her perky breasts. She grabbed her nipples and pulled lightly. A moan escaped her lips as she played with her breasts. Her right hand grabbed roughly at her tit, while her left hand twisted and tweaked her nipple. She moaned softly at her self-pleasure. Her right hand traveled down her taut stomach towards the apex of her thighs. Her finger found her engorged clit and she flicked it, causing her to gasp. Gradually, she flicked it harder and faster. Her breathing became more labored and her heart was pounding. Using three of her fingers, she rubbed her clit forcefully, pushing herself closer to orgasm. Her right hand continued to grab her tit. Every sensation caused her to moan uncontrollably. Suddenly, she was overcome. She flung her head back, screaming in ecstasy as her body tightened and the warmth rushed through her. She sat there, panting as she regained her senses. Patricia grew so lost in her own touch she almost forgot Connor was lying beneath her. In the time that Patricia had spent pleasuring herself, Connor had pulled his cock out and was now gently stroking it, admiring his girlfriend from beneath her. Patricia took his dick from his hands and repositioned herself over him. She stayed hovered over him as Connor begged with his eyes for her to let him inside her. After a long moment, she conceded. Connor groaned out as he slid into Patricia's body. She rode him hard and fast, knowing exactly what it would take to get him to finish quickly. "You're mine, Connor. Don't you fucking forget it," she panted. "Of course baby," Connor moaned in response. He reached for her hips in an attempt to slow her down and prolong their intimate session, but she grabbed his hands and used them to steady herself. She ground herself into him harder and faster, panting heavily. "Slow down, baby. Please." Patricia paid him no mind as she continued to drive into him. Connor bit his lip in a feeble attempt to keep from exploding into her, but it did not work. Soon, he erupted deep inside of her, groaning as he released. Hazily, he looked up at Patricia, giving her a weak smile. Instead of being greeted with her loving face, Patricia looked pissed. She leaned down onto his torso, her face inches from his. She locked eyes with him. "Know something, Connor. I don't need you to get off, but you need me. So, if you want to continue doing what we've been doing, I advise you not to cross me. I never want to see you with Gwen ever again. Don't talk to her, don't look at her, don't even let yourself be in the same room alone with her. Otherwise, all of this is gone." Patricia pulled herself up and off Connor, who laid in complete shock at Patricia's demands. She gave him a threatening look before grabbing a towel and heading down to the hall to the bathroom. Hopefully, Connor would learn that Patricia was in control of this relationship, just like she was in every other aspect of her life. If he did not, he would find his nights and his bed would become very lonely. The Suite: Man Cave Things had been tense between Tyler and Jeremy for much of the week. Jeremy knew Tyler was upset about going back on his word by voting out Zoey, but this was a game and he had to do what was best for him. He hoped that some time away from the game and the fighting between the girls would help them be friends again. Jeremy had arranged for an epic night of gaming. In a cornered off area of the backyard, there were two large gaming chairs and a massive projection screen. They had every game console imaginable, with almost any game they could dream. In addition, there were tons of snacks. It was a gamer's fantasy. Tyler and Jeremy said very little early on as the played the new Halo game, but as the night wore on and the beers flowed, Tyler and Jeremy were back to their usual selves. They cycled through dozens of games for several hours before growing exhausted and heading out to the spa to relax. "So what went down with Gwen here? Should I be concerned about where I sit?" Jeremy joked as they entered the tub. Tyler chuckled lightly. "It took me three tries to finally convince her to sleep with me. It wasn't as easy as I thought, but it was worth it in the end." "Was the sex really that amazing?" "Yea, but it was so much more. I'm absolutely crazy about her. She's so much more than what she appears and I just can't get enough of her." Jeremy could see in Tyler's face that he was smitten with her. This was far from just sex. He looked in love. While he was happy for his friend, he knew that this could not happen at a worse time. The game was starting to wind down and he needed to be sure Tyler was on his side. "Sorry about all that shit that happened with the volleyball game. Had I known, I never would have tried any of it." "I know." "Gwen came to me with a plan to axe Patricia instead of her this week," he said after a moment of silence. "I know you probably want me to take it, but I'm hesitant." "Why?" "If I keep her, when it gets down to the three of us, who will you take?" "I made a deal with you day one. As much as I like Gwen, I'm going to honor our deal," Tyler said without hesitation. "But it will be easier for us to get to the end with Gwen than without her." The Vote: Broken Bonds and Bitter Feelings Gwen was nervous going into the vote. Tyler had reassured her Jeremy was going to keep her, but she could not trust him. He was slippery and did what he wanted. Luckily, he was not the smartest person in the house and was easily manipulated. The tension in her grew more because of what had to happen for her to stay. She needed America to like her more than Patricia. While any other week she would be dead certain, the revelation of her affair with Tyler could loom over her. Whatever happened now was out of her hands. Contestants. The votes have been counted and listed below are the results. The contestant with the most votes is evicted and must leave immediately. Results: Patricia- 3 votes Gwen- 3 votes The result is a tie. The tiebreaker comes down to the America's Choice rankings. The player with the higher ranking is safe, while the other is evicted. This week's rankings are as follows: 1) Jeremy 2) Gwen 3) Tyler 4) Connor 5) Patricia 6) Quinn Patricia is evicted. The room was dead quiet, but the expressions said it all. Connor was in shock, as was Patricia, who was also angry. Quinn was furious. Everything had come together perfectly. Gwen had to suppress the smirk that wanted to break out onto her face. Tyler looked at her in admiration at what she had done and how perfectly it all worked. Patricia and Connor were the only ones who rose from the couch. Connor attempted to say goodbye, but Patricia's anger made their farewell quick. He barely kissed her before she burst out the door, leaving everything behind. Eviction: Week 08 Week 8: Favorable Changes Celebration He was in utter disbelief. Just when he thought he would be seeing her, Gwen had done the impossible and manipulated and deceived everyone into staying another week. He knew she was smart and creative, but the skill level needed to pull this off had never been seen before in this game. He was proud of what she had done. Jessie had been uncomfortable all week. He thought he would be seeing her soon and was working through everything he was feeling, trying to figure out what he was going to say to her when he saw her. He knew he wanted to salvage their relationship, but he did not know how to go about doing that. Now it was a nonissue. He would not have to worry about what he needed to say to Gwen, at least not yet. He was partially relieved because he was not entirely sure what to say, but a small part of him had hoped to see her, so they could begin to work things out. Right now, he was ecstatic for her. She was one-step closer to winning and he knew that made her happy. Things took a turn for the worse as he watched. Tyler had followed Gwen into her room and they embraced. Jessie could see a huge smile on Gwen's face and his heart dropped into his stomach. He was sure that she and Tyler were no longer on speaking terms. He had not seen them talking to each other all week. Suddenly, it was as if they had never been away from each other. Jessie stood up and moved away from the computer, running his fingers through his hair. This was not happening. She had said that her affair with Tyler had been a mistake and that she intended to talk with Jessie. He thought that meant that she was done with Tyler. Now she was in his arms, inches away from his face, looking at him with a longing that he had experienced only a few weeks ago. Tyler started kissing her passionately and threw her down on the bed. Gwen was resistant at first and a small flicker of hope lingered in Jessie. After a short exchange of words, the light was extinguished as Tyler removed her shirt and bra and began sucking on her nipples. Gwen threw her head back, moaning in ecstasy. Tyler looked up towards the camera, with Gwen's breast still in his mouth. It was as if Tyler was staring at Jessie, displaying their affair as he had promised. Tyler pulled her nipple, catching it in his teeth. As he played with it, Jessie could see Tyler's familiar sick smile. He had won and he knew it. Now it was a matter of dangling his prize in front of Jessie. That was all Jessie could take. He hit the power button on his monitor and the screen went black. He walked over to his bed and sat down with his face in his hands. It was clear to him that their relationship was over. There was no salvaging it now. Gwen had made it clear she did not want to work things out with Jessie and that she was content with Tyler, more than content even. Jessie was devastated. All his plans and life with Gwen were gone and all that he had left with were the happy memories, but at that moment, he could not recall any of them. All he felt was the sting of betrayal from the woman he loved and the feeling of not being good enough for her. *** Gwen was bursting with excitement as she entered her room. She could not believe she had pulled it off the greatest blindside in the history of the show. Paranoid Jeremy had bought her story that he was on his way out next. Patricia had freaked out as planned, with a little help from Quinn of course. She hoped that this caused Connor to hate Quinn and believed he might switch to her side. That was the next step, but right now, she was enjoying her victory. The door to her room opened and Tyler entered, with a huge smile on his face. He ran into the room and scooped her into his arms, spinning her around. "Holy shit. I can't believe it worked. You're a genius," he said, finally placing her down on the floor. "Did you see the look on her face? It was priceless." "She deserved it. And it's only going to get worse for her next week." Tyler gazed down into Gwen's eyes and she was growing weaker by the moment. "But I don't want to think about it anymore." "What do you want to do instead?" she asked, biting her lip. Tyler brought his face closer to hers, his crystal blue eyes never breaking contact with her silver ones. He ran his thumb along her lower lip, causing her breath to catch in her throat. She trembled beneath his touch, yearning for more. "Well, I have the most gorgeous woman in the world in my arms. I think I want to enjoy some time with her." Her throat went dry and she could barely speak above a whisper. "What did you have in mind?" Tyler smirked and his lips crushed into hers, as though he was starving for her. His tongue intruded into her mouth and she welcomed it by massaging his with hers. He groaned and pushed into Gwen, causing her to fall backwards onto her bed. Tyler bit her lip playfully as he pulled away, only to focus his attention on her neck. "Stop playing coy with me, Gwen. You know exactly what I want to do with you." Gwen wanted it so badly, but she was hesitant. With the cameras rolling, she could only assume Jessie was watching and she knew that this would be breaking his heart all over again. Gwen tried to push Tyler off her, but he only lifted himself off enough to look her in the eyes. "Jessie knows now," he said, sensing Gwen's conflict. "There is no reason to hide it any longer. Please don't ask me to." Gwen looked at Tyler, who was begging her. She knew he was right. Jessie had most likely stopped watching when he found out she cheated and she would not blame him. Besides, in her mind, they were over and she was now with Tyler. She could not deny him. "Do whatever you want to me, Tyler. I'm all yours." Tyler grinned and grabbed at her shirt, ripping it over her head and flinging it somewhere across the room. He reached the clasp at the front of her bra and undid it, freeing her tits from their confinement. Instantly he latched onto her left nipple, sucking on it hard. He pulled away just enough to catch her nipple between his teeth, twisting and tugging it playfully while his tongue flicked it. Gwen's head tilted back as she let out a passionate moan as Tyler gave her body the attention it craved. While Tyler's mouth focused on her breasts, his hands were between her legs, rubbing her sweet spot through her workout shorts. Gwen's hips instinctively bucked up as his fingers ground hard into her. Gwen wanted to push things along and reached down to untie the cord of her shorts. Tyler let out a throaty chuckle and moved his hand up to her waistband. Tyler slipped his fingers beneath Gwen's shorts and easily found her dripping sweetness. His powerful fingers rubbed her clit, emitting a moan from her. After a moment, he plunged a finger deep inside of her, followed by another. "Oh fuck," he said through gritted teeth. He pulled his fingers back and quickly slammed back into her body. His knuckles rubbed up against her engorged clit, sending her nerves into overdrive. She bucked up, panting and moaning as he continued his torture. Gwen's body temperature was through the roof and her heart rate was out of control. He had not even gotten started and it was becoming too much for her. Tyler continued fucking her with his fingers, while Gwen tried to keep herself from exploding. She was biting her lip, trying to contain herself as long as possible. She was given some relief when Tyler pulled his fingers out and stood over her. He brought his coated fingers to his lips and tasted Gwen, groaning in enjoyment. He quickly removed his shirt and shorts, leaving his rock hard cock on display. He bent down slightly and lined himself up with Gwen's dripping pussy, teasing it slightly with his tip. In one fluid motion, he dove into her. Gwen's body tensed as she was consumed by her orgasm. She moaned loudly as her body tingled from the warmth coursing through her. When she climbed down from her high, she had no time to rest. Tyler scooped her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and slammed her against the nearest wall. With one hand, he pinned her hands above her, leaving her completely at his mercy. His other hand cupped her ass as he began to move in and out of her. Tyler pushed in hard and pulled out slow. The tempo and pressure was driving Gwen insane. She was panting and moving her head from side to side, as her body was building to another climax. After a few minutes, Tyler began to lose control and caved to his own needs. He pounded into her harder and was barely out before slamming back in. He clenched his teeth and grunted with each thrust. Gwen could see the animal desire in his eyes and it was making her even wetter, which she did not think was possible. Suddenly, Tyler roared out and stilled as he unloaded deep inside of Gwen. Gwen also succumbed, crying out as her own desire overtook her. When it was over, Gwen collapsed onto Tyler. He had to let go of her wrists to keep from dropping her. She nuzzled into his neck and he kissed the side of her head. Without a word, Tyler carried her back to the bed and laid down next to her. Cradled in his arms, she soon fell asleep. Quinn's Last Hope Quinn was pissed about how her game had turned. She was sitting at the top and her path to victory was clear only an hour ago. Now, she had tumbled all the way down and was on a clear path out of the house. And it was all the fault of one brainless, sex crazed oaf. "How could you do that to me, Jeremy?" she asked, barging into the room that they shared. "We had a deal." "The deal was to keep you safe, not your alliance." "So what, are you working for Gwen now?" Jeremy was on the defensive. "No, but she made a valid point. I have to think about my end game and with Patricia around you did not really need me." "You're the biggest idiot ever," she yelled, her voice rising in pitch. "I would still need you after Gwen left. Tyler won't keep me without your word. I needed you to help me get Connor out. Now, I'm fighting an uphill battle with Gwen again." Jeremy's confident smile fell as he realized that he had been played for a fool. "I'm sorry, Quinn. I wasn't thinking." "Clearly." "Let me make it up to you." Jeremy wrapped his arm around her waist and grabbed her ass. He began kissing her neck, his tongue traveling the length of her throat. Quinn was in no mood. She pushed him off her and glared at his shocked expression. "You want me to forgive you? Vote Gwen out this week." Quinn stormed out without another word. Making New Friends Gwen's game to the end was all but guaranteed. The only loose end to lock up was Connor. She knew it might be a fight to earn his trust, especially since her staying resulted in Patricia leaving. She hoped that Quinn's outburst would be enough to sway Connor to her side. She spent much of the next day searching the house for him and finally found him in the library. He was mopey and depressed and it was to be expected. He was now alone in the house and had been completely blindsided by Patricia's departure. Gwen felt awkward standing there knowing that she had masterminded his girlfriend's eviction. She did not know how to even start the conversation. "I'm sorry about voting Patricia out, Connor," she said as she approached the table. He did not look at her, just continued to stare at the wooden table. "Don't be. You had to do it to stay in the game. I can't fault you for that." The tone of his voice was somber and controlled, but he seemed lost. Gwen sat in silence unsure how to proceed with the conversation. She had just sent his girlfriend out the door and now she was asking for his help. She wanted to give him more time, but she could not risk Quinn getting her claws into him and twisting this to make Gwen the target. "I know I have no shot of winning this game," Connor finally confessed. "I'm completely on the outside and all I am is a swing vote." "That's not true. Everyone has a shot of winning." "Not me," he said with a disheartened chuckle. He finally looked at Gwen. He was defeated and had given up. She could not tell what was keeping him in the house, but she was sure that the smallest thing would force him to quit. "Of all the people left in this house, I want you to win. I'll help you get to the end and I'll vote anyway you want me to. I don't want to vote for anyone else in the end." Connor was her savior. For the first time in weeks, Gwen could rest easy knowing that she would not be the target. With a lighthearted smile on her face, she reached over to Connor and gave him a hug. The Suite: A Memorable Evening Things were only getting better for Gwen. Tyler was selected as America's Choice for the week and it was no surprise that he wanted to take her back to The Suite. For the first time in the show she was happy to be going to The Suite and to be spending some alone time with Tyler. They had not had much since Zoey was evicted and it was much needed. Gwen still needed to know where this was all going to go and hoped to find out here. When they arrived at The Suite, there was a message waiting for them both on the TV. Tyler, congratulations on being selected as America's Choice for week eight. A special evening has been planned for you and your guest, Gwen. In the master bedroom, you will find your wardrobe for this evening. Please change and move to the Rewards Zone in the backyard for your special night. Gwen looked at Tyler curiously, but he gave nothing away, only a sexy smirk. She proceeded to the master bedroom. On the bed were two garment bags, one for each of them. Gwen grabbed hers and retreated to the bathroom. Inside, she found an off the shoulder, black lace cocktail dress and a pair of black, strappy heels. Not surprisingly, they fit perfectly. Gwen pulled her tricolored hair into a low, messy bun, with a few stands escaping to frame her face. She finished off the look with some eyeliner, mascara, and dark red lipstick. When Gwen came out of the bathroom, she found Tyler was already dressed in perfectly tailored black suit with a black shirt. The front of his brown hair was slightly spiked. Gwen had never seen him like that and thought he was incredibly handsome. When Tyler saw her, he could not stop staring. His eyes expressed his shock and awe while his jaw was agape. Gwen could not help but smile at him as she approached. "Do you need help putting your eyes back in your head?" she asked. Tyler smiled at her then took her hand, kissing the back of it. "I'm sorry. I just didn't know it was possible for you to be any more beautiful than you already are." He led her out of The Suite and into the backyard. Beyond the black curtain was a single table setting, surrounded by candles. Rose petals littered the floor around it. A waiter stood patiently near the table, with a smile. In the back corner of the area was a string quartet, playing a beautiful classical arrangement. Gwen smiled at Tyler before taking her seat. They sat in admiration of each other as the waiter brought out some champagne followed by their appetizers. The meal had already been prearranged. They enjoyed the romantic setting as they ate in silence, stealing the occasional glance at each other. It was not until after they had finished the appetizers that the initial shock of the romantic evening settled enough for them to speak to each other. Tyler was the one to break the silence. "So I've got to ask, what do you think your family thinks of all this?" Gwen chuckled at the oddity of the question. She had not anticipated it. "Well, my parents are probably furious at me for cheating on Jessie, especially on national TV." "What about your brother?" "You're sleeping with his baby sister. Any man who does that is immediately his least favorite person in the universe, no matter how happy you make me." "It probably doesn't help that they've seen what we've been doing," he smirked "I try not to think about that, especially when I'm eating." They both laughed, enjoying the playful conversation they were having. "What about your family?" Gwen finally asked. "They won't be that surprised," Tyler smiled. "They've accepted that I do whatever I want, no matter how embarrassing it is to me or the family. Though I will get nothing but praise from my brothers for scoring with a woman as beautiful as you," he finished with a wink. "Always the sweet talker," Gwen said, shaking her head playfully. "I can't disappoint on that front, Gwen. You've come to expect it from me." "Very true. If you suddenly stopped doing that, I'd think you were broken." He laughed, almost choking on his champagne. He looked at her with the same admiration that he had over their last few weeks together. Gwen was melting beneath his gaze. "I think my parents are going to love you," Tyler said casually. "Wha- uh. You want me to meet your parents?" "Is that a problem?" Tyler looked worried that he had crossed a line. And while Gwen was uncertain of how she felt, she did not want the night to be ruined by her insecurities. She quickly shook her head to reassure Tyler, but that did not stop her from sharing her thoughts. "It's just- we haven't really talked about what all this means and where this is going to go after the show. I feel like meeting your family is like two steps passed all that." Tyler looked thoughtfully at Gwen and she hoped that he would be okay. He smiled and looked down at his meal as he spoke. "Yea. You're right. It's so easy to get ahead of myself around you." He looked up at her. "I'm just so excited every time I'm with you, I can't help but think about what more I want to do with you." Gwen gave him a sweet smile. She was overjoyed that Tyler was excited about their potential future, but she was could not shake the uncertainty of it all. They lived in opposite ends of the country. How were they going to make it work since they had both established comfortable lives in their home states? "Come on," Tyler said, standing up and reaching a hand out to Gwen. She took it and he led her out onto the dance floor as the string quartet began a new piece. Tyler pulled her into his arms and began to sway with her perfectly to the beat. "Well, where do you see all of this after the show?" she asked, staring into his eyes. He returned her stare with a gentle smile. "I want to keep doing this. I've never been happier." Gwen smiled and laid her head on his chest as they continued their gentle movement. He seemed genuine when he said he wanted more time with her. She was afraid of it not working out given the distance that they lived apart from each other. She was not sure if she could ask him to leave Florida for her or if she would be able to leave New Hampshire for him. As much as she wanted it all to work out, the odds were stacked against them. The longer they swayed, the less Gwen thought about the whole mess. Instead, she became lost in their movements and wrapped in the music. She enjoyed being close and intimate with him in this way and it was making her heart race in excitement. Everything about him did. It was this realization that made her certain that if they wanted it to work out between them, nothing would stop them. "How did you get so good at dancing?" Gwen asked, nuzzled into his chest. "My mom taught me. She said it was a great way to impress the ladies." "She's a smart woman. I can't wait to meet her." Tyler pulled Gwen away from his chest and gave her a gentle kiss. Her heart fluttered and her head spun. She was completely head over heels for him. Eviction: Week 08 They continued their romantic evening, eating delicious food and dancing closely to each other to the music of the string quartet. By the end of the meal, Gwen felt like she was in a dream. She could not remember a more romantic evening and it was only going to get better. Tyler led Gwen out into the backyard. Once there, he removed his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. Gwen looked at him, confused by what he was doing. He sat down on the lounge chair and pulled off his dress shoes and socks, before removing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. "Let's get you out of that dress," he said seductively, as he stood up and wrapped his arms around her. Tyler's lips found Gwen's and slid against them, gently caressing hers. Her breathing was shaky and her body trembled against his touch. She felt the dress relax from her body before falling to the ground, leaving her in nothing but her panties. Gwen's hands reached down and unzipped his pants. She pushed them off his hips, along with his boxer briefs, releasing his already rock hard shaft. Tyler pulled Gwen's body close and kissed down her jaw to her neck. His tongue traced her throat and Gwen moaned in pleasure. Her body was already in overdrive as the pressure was building between her legs, increasing with each kiss. Tyler continued down her body, kissing each nipple and licking between her breasts as he trailed down her body. He dipped his tongue into her navel and grabbed her hips. His lips grazed her skin until he reached the top of her panties. He took them in his teeth and pulled down slowly until they freely fell to the ground. As he stood up, his hands traced her body, setting fire to her already frayed nerves. All this teasing was driving her wild. Tyler lifted her chin and gave her a sweet kiss. He picked her off the ground and carried her into the pool, still kissing her. With each move through the water, their passion increased. Gwen wrapped her legs around his waist. She could feel his dick resting against her pussy lips; she desperately wanted him inside her. Gwen felt her back slam against the wall as Tyler's tongue darted into her mouth, intertwining his with hers. Her hips began to grind against him, begging for more. She felt him readjust himself and suddenly he was inside her. Gwen gasped as he slowly pumped into her, the water sloshing around them. She threw her head back moaning loudly as Tyler's lips traveled to her neck. Gwen's fingers threaded through his hair. She needed something to hold onto as her body rocked in the water. She moaned with each thrust as he buried himself completely in her. She could hear his grunts in her ear as he pushed them both towards climax. Suddenly, she cried out as warmth passed through her body, Tyler did not let up and continued to thrust into her, now with more urgency to reach his own release. A few moments later, he stilled and buried his face in the crux of her neck. The couple held each other close for a long time, exhausted and panting. When they finally regained their strength, Tyler began to kiss her neck. With her frayed nerves, every kiss was like electricity through her body, causing her to jolt and whimper. Tyler chuckled lightly into her neck before pulling back and looking into her silver eyes. He gave her a gentle kiss and then pulled her across the pool to the steps, carrying her out and into the Suite. Tyler carried her into the bathroom, kissing her the entire way. When Gwen's physical tension subsided, the passion began to grow again. Tyler set her down just outside the shower door. "Don't go anywhere sweetheart," he teased. "Our night isn't over yet." Gwen nodded, biting her lip to hold back her desire. Tyler turned and started the shower until steam was rising in the room. He reached behind him and pulled Gwen into the shower and directly into his arms. Tyler's lips quickly found Gwen's and his tongue forcefully parted her lips. His tongue massaged hers, making her moan in delight. Gwen's hands traveled along his rippling chest, admiring his physique. Tyler's hands roved over her body, slowing at every curve. He kissed down her neck until his lips rested at her nipple. He gently blew on it, cooling her flesh and making the nub harder. His tongue gently flicked it before his lips latched onto it, sucking slowly and gradually taking more of her breast into his mouth. Gwen's whimpers turned into moans. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, savoring every sensation as he expertly manipulated her body. She felt his fingers on her other nipple, pulling and tugging it until it was painfully hard. His mouth soon replaced his fingers and he sucked her breast into his mouth, his tongue teasing and toying with her. His hands slid down her slippery body until he reached her ass, grabbing it forcefully and pulling her closer against him. Tyler pulled her breast from his mouth and began to kiss her collarbone on his way back to her face. Gwen could feel his rock hard shaft against her body and she could not fight the urge to have it yet again. She slid down until she was faced with the thing that had brought her so much pleasure over the last few weeks. She wrapped her hand around his nine-inch member and slowly jerked it, looking up at him seductively. Tyler was already moaning loudly and the real fun had not yet begun. Gwen lowered her lips to his engorged head and barely brushed them against it. He flinched back slightly like he had been shocked, but Gwen grabbed his hips and steadied him before moving closer. This time his head passed into her mouth, but no more as she began to tease him with her tongue, lapping around his sensitive head. "Oh, fuck," he moaned, placing his hands on the side of her head. Gwen knew what he wanted and it gave her so much pleasure to please her man. She relaxed her throat and lowered her mouth onto his shaft, taking as much in as she possibly could. When she could not take anymore, she drew back only to plunge further down until her lips brushed against the base. His groans were louder as she repeated her movements, taking most or all of his cock into her throat on each pass. Her tongue danced around his pole when he was inside her mouth and teased the tip when she was pulled back. The sensation of his amazing cock penetrating her face was making her wet. Tyler's hands tightened on her face and he was more forceful than before, giving into his own urge for release. He pounded into her face a few more times until his cock twitched and tightened before releasing shot after shot of delicious cum into her mouth. She took as much as she could, but his load was so massive, it spilled out of her mouth and down onto her breasts. She greedily swallowed it all and looked up at Tyler, who was panting and supporting himself with his hand on the wall. Gwen gave him a sexy smirk, wiped his cum off her tits, and then licked her fingers clean. Tyler smiled his sexy smile and helped her to her feet. "When don't we clean you up, dirty girl," he whispered into her ear. Tyler grabbed the soap and lathered up his hands. He stood behind Gwen and watched as the water cascaded down onto her tits. His lips brushed across her neck and Gwen's desire peaked, causing her to arch away from him instinctively. "Oh no, baby," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her. "I want you right here against me." Tyler's mouth lowered to her neck and he kissed her gently. At the same time, his soapy hands grabbed her breasts and massaged them. Gwen whimpered as her body responded to his sensual touch. His hands rubbed against her skin, cleaning away whatever traces of him that had been left behind. She panted, reaching behind her and pulling his lips closer to her neck. His hands traveled down her taut stomach, although all the soap had washed away. His right hand reached around and grabbed her ass hard. She could hear him grunt before his hand moved around her leg and rested against the apex of her thighs. The tips of his fingers rested against her highly sensitive clit. Being the master manipulator that he was, it would not take him long to reach her climax. His breathing was heavy with excitement as his fingers began to circle her clit, applying only a little pressure. He was slow at first, but with each pass, he was gaining speed. Gwen tilted her head back against his shoulder, begging her body for release. Her moaning grew louder and more labored and her body tensed in anticipation. She felt the tingling in her lower body for a few seconds before she cried out with release. Tyler held her tight as her body went rigid and almost collapsed from exhaustion. When she finally came down from her high, Tyler turned her head and gently kissed her lips. She was so tired; she could not open her eyes. She heard the water shut off and felt Tyler scoop her into his arms and carry her out of the room. Moments later, she felt the plush comfort of the bed and curled up in the sheets. She felt Tyler crawl into bed behind her and was able to muster just enough energy to turn into him, resting her head on his strong chest. His breathing was the only sound she heard while she recovered. Gwen felt Tyler wrap his arm around her and gently stroke the skin of her upper arm. They said nothing to each other for a long time. "I love you, Gwen." "I love you, too," she said, nuzzling against his bare chest. She could hear him chuckle softly above her. "Well, that went better than expected." "What do you mean?" she asked with a smile. She turned her head and gazed up at his gorgeous face. Tyler brushed a loose strand of pink hair behind her ear. "Well, from my experience when you tell a girl you're sleeping with that you love her and she has a boyfriend, she's not so willing to reciprocate." "That's because we're told to never trust a man who steals another man's girl." Tyler sat up and Gwen followed his move. She nuzzled back against his chest, staring up into his blue eyes. "I trust you," he said, kissing her sweetly on the lips. Her heart fluttered from his touch. It was amazing what he could do to her. "Would you ever cheat on me?" she asked, more of an automatic response than out of distrust. His eyes grew hard and focused, making his answer definite. "Never." "You say that with such confidence and certainty." "I fucked up the last time; I'm not going to let that happen with you." "What do you mean?" Gwen asked, puzzled. Tyler looked hesitant to respond. Gwen remembered the lost love he spoke of long ago and she regretted asking the question, but before she could apologize, Tyler relented. "In college, I seduced my roommate's girlfriend Cathy," he began, not looking at Gwen. "She was beautiful, smart, kind, and devoted, just like you. We had an affair for a few weeks. She intended to break up with her boyfriend, Aaron, after break, but he came back early and caught us. He dropped out soon after and Cathy and I continued our relationship. "We dated for about three years, but I wasn't faithful to her. She didn't do anything to deserve it, but I cheated on her multiple times; however, she only caught me three times. We always found a way to work through it and move on. It all ended when she caught me with her cousin, Agatha. They hated each other and Cathy could never forgive me, so she left." Tyler looked down at the sheets in shame of what he had done. "At the time, I didn't care and I think, subconsciously, I wanted it to happen. I went along with my life, sleeping with any woman who would let me. But after some time, I missed her and I wanted her back." "Did you ever tell her?" Gwen asked, running her hand along the back of his head in comfort. "By the time I realized my mistake, she was happily married with a newborn daughter. I loved Cathy, but I never treated her like I did. I told myself that if I was ever lucky enough to feel that way again, I wouldn't screw it up." Tyler's tone shifted as he looked down at Gwen. His eyes were filled with longing and desire for her. He stoked her cheek gently with his fingertips as he spoke. "My feelings for you are deeper than they were for Cathy. I'll never, ever risk hurting you or losing you, Gwen." Gwen brought her hand to his face staring lovingly into his blue eyes. "You never will," she smiled and leaned in for a kiss. The Vote: Hell Hath No Fury Gwen was not nervous going into the vote. Things were aligned perfectly for Quinn to go home. Although this was true before, Gwen had a backup plan in Connor. If Jeremy betrayed the alliance with her and Tyler, Connor had already promised his vote to her. Results: Gwen: 2 votes Quinn: 3 votes Quinn is evicted. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and a pissed off Quinn defined the fury of a woman. Immediately, the bubbly girl who sat confidently across from Gwen erupted in a rage. She was screaming and cursing at Gwen, attacking her character and appearance. Tyler pulled Gwen off the couch and out of the room, but Quinn followed, continuing to hurl insults and scream. It continued like this for five minutes, during which the voice of the producers could be heard through the house, asking her to leave. Jeremy refused to push her towards the door, only glaring at Tyler and Gwen. Connor had retreated to his room to avoid being a target of Quinn's toxic rage and Gwen could not blame him. After exhausting all possibilities, the producers sent in two men to retrieve Quinn from the house. She tried to pull herself free from their grasp, but she was too weak and they were easily able to extract her from the house. Eviction: Week 09 Author's Note: This chapter is non-erotic and is meant to act as a bridge to the conclusion. Week 9: Is Trust Enough? Making a Choice "You really like fucking me over, don't you?" Jeremy asked, walking into the bathroom. Tyler was at the sink, spitting out toothpaste. He had expected some backlash from Jeremy about the move to get rid of Quinn, but he should not have been surprised. Tyler had been trying to get rid of her for the last three weeks unsuccessfully. "What are you talking about? You're still here aren't you?" Tyler asked as he wiped his face with a towel. "Not for much longer if your whore has her way." Tyler threw the towel across the room to keep from hitting Jeremy. "Do not call her that." Jeremy ran his fingers through his hair and chuckled sadistically. "She's got you wrapped so tightly around her finger. Have you ever once stopped fucking her long enough to think about your end game? Did you forget what you promised me?" "I didn't forget, but we all have to leave eventually." "So does Gwen." Tyler stepped forward closing the gap between him and Jeremy. His anger was bubbling to the surface with each word that came out of his mouth. "Do you really think Quinn would have taken you to the end? All I'd have to do is ask her to get rid of you and she would have. Without batting an eyelash. If you want to get to the end, it's not with Quinn. It's with me." "Can you dump aside Gwen in the end and keep your word to me? That's the real question." Tyler hesitated. He had promised both Gwen and Jeremy a spot with him at the end, but how was he going to choose without pissing someone off? "She doesn't trust you, Tyler," Jeremy interrupted. "Why do you think she's been talking to Connor? What do you think she'll do to convince him to help her get to the end? Once I'm gone, she knows either of you will vote the other out. She goes to the end regardless." Tyler gritted his teeth to control his rage. "She would never cheat on me." "Really?" Jeremy smirked. "She did it to Jessie and they were together for a year. A few weeks won't protect you." Jeremy left, leaving Tyler alone with his thoughts. Gwen had never given him any reason to believe that she would cheat on him. He was so certain that everything in their relationship was perfect that he had never considered her cheating. She loved him and he loved her, but Tyler could not shake his worry. Jeremy had a point and it was slowly eating away at Tyler. America's Choice: Surprise Contestants. Welcome to the final America's Choice Ceremony. This is the final week for America's favorite contestant to enjoy time in The Suite. Unlike previous weeks, this week's winner WILL NOT have immunity from eviction, so all houseguests are eligible to receive votes this week. Well that's going to put a damper on things, Tyler thought. He liked having immunity and was never worried about being voted out. Without the safety net, he was somewhat concerned, but the moment was fleeting. He was the favorite in the house and had alliances with both Jeremy and Gwen. It wouldn't be a problem getting Connor out this week. The final America's Choice winner is...GWEN. Tyler smiled as she walked to the front of the room. She looked nervous and unsure, but she had no reason to be. Gwen was safe this week. Tyler would never let her leave the house without him. "Okay, since this is the last week, I think it is only fair to take Connor since he hasn't visited The Suite yet." Tyler's heart dropped. What the fuck? Why was she taking him? "You sure?" Connor asked, equally surprised. "Yea. We're going bowling, so put your game face on." She smiled and the two of them headed out. Tyler sat on the couch in complete confusion. He was sure that Gwen would choose him. He would have chosen her if he had won. He did not buy her story that he had not visited The Suite. Most of the cast this season had not, so why was Connor special enough to warrant his own trip? It did not make sense. Out of the corner of his eye, Tyler could see Jeremy raising his eyebrows, agreeing that it was suspicious. Maybe Jeremy was right and this was all a game to Gwen. Tyler knew it could not be. He had felt it in The Suite only a few nights ago. She loved him and he loved her, but the longer he sat there, the more he was beginning to believe Jeremy's theory. The Suite: A New Plan Gwen had more fun in The Suite than she anticipated with Connor. When they arrived at The Suite, the producers were kind enough to set up two separate beds. Gwen was thankful, as the situation was already awkward for them both. This was her usual spot with Tyler and having Connor here probably looked bad, but this was a game and with only four people left, she had to be sure she was going to the end. Gwen tried to be less competitive in bowling, which was difficult. Her main goal was for Connor to have fun. She knew the more content he was, the more likely he was to side with her. Although he had pledged to be loyal to her, she could not trust him. The only person in the house that she could trust was Tyler. "Do you think Tyler will pick you over Jeremy?" Connor asked between frames. "Why wouldn't he?" Gwen responded, throwing her pink ball down the lane. "He has an end game deal with Jeremy." She turned back, looking puzzled at Connor. "Well, that's news to me." "Did he promise you the same thing?" Gwen nodded. "The numbers have me leaving this week," he theorized, sitting back in his chair. "Tyler won't vote against Jeremy until he has to. Both of them will vote for me to leave and I don't think I will win a tie breaker. I'm the only one who has never been chosen by America." "So what do you propose we do to swing things back in our favor?" she asked, sitting in the seat across from him. "I convince Jeremy to vote you out. He's already angry at Quinn leaving and he questions Tyler's alliance with you. It won't be hard to sway him. If Jeremy switches, Tyler votes for me, then you and I can take out Jeremy. It will smooth sailing for you to the end." Gwen knew Connor was right, but it was a big risk. If Connor played her, then she would easily be out the door this week. However, Gwen felt he was honest in his plan to help her. "You won't betray me?" "I promise. I loathe Jeremy and have no alliance with Tyler. I would be hurting myself by getting rid of you. If I stay, I have a tiny shot of making it to the end if you and Tyler breakup." Connor was right. If he got rid of her, Jeremy and Tyler would waltz to the end. This plan was the only one that made sense to get rid of Jeremy. Although she did not fully trust Connor, she had to take this risk. Without Connor, there would be a good chance she would not make it to the end. The Vote: Questions of Loyalty Gwen was excited to be returning to Tyler. Although it was her own doing, Gwen had missed Tyler in The Suite. Over the past few weeks, it had become their own personal paradise. It would have been nice to have spent the last twenty-four hours alone with him, but she had to think of her gameplay right now. She had to secure her plan to get rid of Jeremy. Tyler was the first thing Gwen saw when she entered the backyard. She moved as quickly as she could to reach him, eager for him to take her in his arms; However, when he looked up at her, her joy evaporated. His glare was icy and cold and Gwen froze in her tracks. Tyler stood up from the seating area and headed into the house. What had happened? Everything had been fine between them before she left, but now something had changed. What had happened while she was gone? Gwen followed him inside the house and into the laundry room. Once the door was shut behind her, Tyler turned on his heel. "What's going on with you and Connor?" Gwen could see he was trying to control his anger. He had never reacted to her like this before and she was frightened. "What do you mean? I took him to The Suite because he hasn't been there." "What did you two do?" "Went bowling. Why are you acting like this?" "You didn't sleep with him?" Tyler asked, closing the gap. He was intimidating, but Gwen did not show that it affected her. Instead, she was offended by his behavior. "Of course not. You told me you trusted me. Why are you questioning my loyalty to you now?" "You and him have been getting really close since Patricia left. Makes me wonder." Tyler had never doubted her before and she found it strange that he was doubting her now. She knew this was not his own idea. "What did Jeremy say to you?" "He has nothing to do with this," he said, turning away from her. Gwen did not believe him. "Then what is making you act like this?" "Your choice of Connor over me," he snapped, turning back. "How do you think that looks to me?" "Do you realize what you're accusing me of?" she yelled. "You've done it before. What's stopping you now?" It was like a knife to her heart. How could he throw that in her face? Did he forget how she had resisted him for so long? It took weeks before she cheated on Jessie and he thought that she would sleep with Connor in an instant. She had no desire of any kind for Connor, not when she was so madly in love with Tyler. She needed him to see reason. "I love you," she said softly. Gwen took his hand and leaned into him, hoping he would take her in his arms and hold her. He never did. "Did you tell Jessie the same thing before you walked in the door?" And with that, he left. The tears that had been threatening to spill over finally did. What had happened in the twenty-four hours to make Tyler doubt her? What horrible idea had Jeremy implanted into him? For the first time in weeks, Gwen was afraid of the vote. She did not care if she went home, but she cared if she left the show with Tyler hating her. She loved him and wanted to fix the damage Jeremy had caused, but there was not enough time. The vote was happening in a few minutes. She would have to hope that her plan worked and she would be here for another week. She had to fix this. When the vote was revealed, Gwen was relieved. Connor had kept his word and Jeremy was evicted. He did not hide his anger as he headed for the door. "My biggest regret was keeping you here, Gwen. If you're smart, Tyler, you'll dump her double crossing ass for this shit." Tyler said nothing as he stood up and headed out of the room. Gwen could see the look on his face had not improved, but had she really expected it? She had just blindsided him and orchestrated the eviction of his best friend. Gwen let him go, knowing he needed some space. She turned back to Jeremy, who gave her the finger as he walked out the door. Eviction: Week 10 Week 10: The End Game Making Amends Gwen waited an hour before heading upstairs to talk to Tyler. She knew he was upset about Jeremy's departure, especially since he had not been informed. When she reached her room, Tyler was not there. Instead, she found him in his old room on the bed he had not occupied in weeks. He looked downtrodden and distant. "Tyler, we need to talk," she said as she entered the room. Tyler made no acknowledgment of Gwen's existence. She sat down next to him on the bed, but he still did not look at her. In the doorway, she could see Connor cautiously making his way into the room. He did not enter too far, just enough to make his presence known. "Connor told me about the final two deal you had struck with Jeremy. You made me the same promise. I didn't want to put you in the position to choose between me and him, so I made the choice for you." Tyler continued to ignore her. Gwen did not know what to do to fix this. She did not know what Tyler wanted to hear. "Tyler, I never slept with Gwen. It was all Jeremy," admitted Connor. "I convinced him to vote Gwen out. When I did, he told me how she was guaranteed to leave because he had convinced you we were sleeping together. I didn't have a chance to tell you before the vote." For the first time, Tyler acknowledged the conversation. "Why did you take him to The Suite?" "Strategy. I wasn't going to leave a swing vote for Jeremy to try and manipulate. I couldn't trust him. I should've told you before the meeting, but I didn't think I would win." "Tyler, I know my game is over. I'm not even going to fight to convince Gwen to pick me. I know she would never betray you, so don't believe a word Jeremy has told you." With that, Connor left the room. Gwen was thankful he had been able to get something from Tyler. Gwen and Tyler sat in silence for a few moments. Tyler still was not looking at her and Gwen could see the doubt on in face about their relationship. "I never told you why I cheated on Jessie," she began. "It wasn't because of what he did or who he was. It was because of you. Who you are, what you did to win me over, everything about you." Tyler finally looked at her as relief and understanding began to show on his face. "You are everything I have ever wanted: exciting and funny, with a splash of romance and a lot of passion," Gwen admitted with a smile. "I don't want to lose you, not even if it would cost me the whole game. I love you, Tyler." Gwen was wrapped up in his embrace as the last word left her lips. Tyler kissed the side of her head and pulled her in closer. "I love you, Gwen," he confessed pulling away from her. "I'm so sorry for acting like a jackass. I'm just so afraid of losing you; I let Jeremy get to me." "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere." Tyler smiled as he pulled Gwen in for a deep, passionate, loving kiss. The Vote: All Alone Connor kept his word. He did not try to sway either Tyler of Gwen to keep him in the house. When the vote came down and he was evicted, Connor was calm and collected. He hugged Gwen goodbye and shook Tyler's hand, then wished them both luck, and left with a smile. Connor had taken the eviction quite well, which was a nice reprieve after the explosive and tense evictions of the last few weeks. "And then there were two," Tyler said with a smile. "Only twenty-four hours left before we're free. What did you want to do?" Tyler looked down at Gwen with a sexy smirk. Gwen was familiar with the look and knew what he had in mind. "Hmm. There are thirteen rooms and the backyard, and I have only slept with you in one room." "So?" she asked, teasingly biting her lip. "So, now that the house is empty," he explained as he walked her backwards into the living room, "I want to have sex with you in every remaining room of this house and in the backyard." Tyler pushed her down and she landed on the couch. "Why don't we start with this room?" He climbed on top of her and his lips were at her throat, kissing and licking her in frenzy. His hands pulled at her tank top straps and pulled them down far enough to expose her tits. His tongue snaked around her flesh, across her collarbone, down between her breasts before finally finding her left nipple. His tongue swirled around it before flicking it up and down. Gwen was panting and running her fingers into her hair. Her legs twisted as the ache started between her legs. She cooed lightly and her back arched. Tyler slipped his arm under her, pulling her body as tightly to him as he could. He latched onto her nipple, sucking and tugging it. His other hand slipped behind her, running down her back and over her ass. His fingers grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down until her behind was completely exposed. He grabbed it firmly and pulled her hips against him, separating her legs with his knee. His lips traveled back up her body, finding hers. He passionately kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He ground his erection against her pelvis as his kisses became more desperate. Gwen's hands clawed at his shirt, pulling it up his back until she could reach the hem of it. Their lips separated for a brief moment when she pulled his shirt over his head, before returning with the same intensity as they had separated. Tyler's hand snaked up to her head, pulling her in for a deeper kiss, his tongue reaching deep into her mouth and massaging her tongue. Gwen pulled her mouth away and kissed his strong chest muscles. Tyler sat upright, giving her easier access. He savored each kiss and flick of her tongue, his breathing becoming more labored with each torturous touch. He growled and pushed his love back onto the couch. He ripped her shorts completely off, taking her panties with them. His fingers traced the outside of her pussy lips and Gwen whimpered, moving her lower body down to his hand in a desperate attempt to get his fingers inside her. Tyler's thumb found her engorged clit and he rubbed it frantically. Gwen's body was on fire as he played with her clit. She was arching, changing the angle that he was applying pressure and sending her soaring higher. She was moaning uncontrollably as her blood pumped harder and she was close to release. Tyler's other hand worked to remove his swim shorts, releasing the cock Gwen loved. While still playing with her, he lined up his dick with her dripping hole, rubbing the head teasingly at the opening for a few seconds. Unable to contain himself any longer, he plunged deep inside her, groaning at the silky feeling of being inside her. Gwen cried out as Tyler filled her. He lowered himself and started kissing her neck as he moved in and out of her. Gwen could not resist as she met him thrust for thrust. "How do you think this is going to look on the feeds?" Gwen panted with a light laugh. "What feeds? I want to make all of their footage unusable." Tyler got to his knees and grabbed her hips for support. He buried himself into her as fast and as hard as he could, shaking the couch and her body. Gwen was thrashing as she was losing complete control. The tension in her body was rising and she was so close. She whimpered, begging her body to give in. Finally it did. Gwen's body went rigid as her pussy tightened around his cock. Warmth passed through every inch of her body, frying her nerves. Gwen could still feel Tyler drilling into her, not slowing his pace as she savored her prolonged orgasm. Finally, her growled and unloaded inside her. She laid there in complete bliss for a few minutes, trying to catch her breath. Tyler looked down at her with his signature sexy smirk before lowering himself to kiss her sweet lips. "One down, twelve to go. Which room should we do next?" he asked. Gwen locked her arms around Tyler's neck and kissed him once more, pushing her tongue into his mouth and massaging it with her own. She knew she would be ready for him whenever he wanted and it seemed like he already wanted another round. "How about the workout room? I'm in desperate need of some exercise." *** Gwen was seated at the dining room table, eating breakfast. Tyler was still asleep, but she was not surprised given that they had sex in five different rooms and the backyard yesterday. According to his tally, they had six more rooms to go. She did not think it would be possible given how much time they had left in the house, but she would indulge his little fantasy as long as they remained in the house. She even hoped to keep doing this beyond the house, but she did not worry about that. Right now, she just wanted to eat her cereal. Suddenly, she felt hands on her shoulders and lips against her neck. She instinctively tilted her head back, giving him easier access. His hands moved down the front of her body, crossing over her tits on their way to the hem of his tee shirt that she had stolen. He ripped it over her head and kissed her throat again. One of his hands cupped her breast, massaging it gently. His free arm wrapped around her, pulling her out of her chair. He turned her around to face her and picked her up, setting her on the table. He pushed her down, still kissing her throat and massaging both of her breasts. Gwen panted and whimpered. Her hips moved on their own, wanting something to give her pleasure below. Tyler removed his lips and his hands from her. She looked at him, craving his body. His eyes were full of nothing but lustful desire and it was controlling him. His hands ripped her sleep shorts off, leaving her completely naked on the table. He licked two of his fingers and rubbed them against her aching pussy. Suddenly, he slammed them deep into her. Gwen's head titled back as she moaned out in bliss. Tyler did not pause, choosing to finger fuck her with unchecked ferocity. He lowered himself between her legs and latched his lips onto her clit, sucking hard and teasing it relentlessly with his tongue. "Oh fuck," Gwen cried out as she teetered on the cusp of her orgasm. Tyler continued to manipulate her body, coaxing her orgasm from her. She arched and her body shook as juices flooded from her sweet pussy and coated his fingers. He did not stop fucking her with her fingers until her body went completely limp. He was not done with her yet. Tyler withdrew his fingers and slid them into Gwen's mouth. She licked his fingers clean of her juices, but still had no energy to move. Tyler rolled her over the table, putting her on her stomach, with her feet on the ground. Starting at her right ankle, he licked up the back of her leg slowly. When he reached her ass, his licks were interspersed with kisses on her flesh. Tyler could hear her breathing quicken as he moved to the other cheek, knowing that she was starting to enjoy herself. He knew of something else that she would enjoy even more. Tyler dropped his shorts and wasted no time burying his cock into her pussy, where it belonged. He had pushed himself further into her than usual. Gwen cried out as he began to thrust himself into her. Her body responded naturally, slamming her ass against his body. Gwen reached between her legs and started playing with her clit. She loved it all and could not get enough of the pleasure that Tyler brought her. She felt his hand reach beneath her and pull her body up towards his face. He turned her head, kissing her lips, but never once slowing down. She continued to flick her clit while he penetrated her repeatedly. Tyler stilled and grunted as he unloaded into her yet again. Gwen collapsed onto the table and cried out as her body gave way to another magnificent release. When she had enough energy, she rolled onto her back and looked up at the man she loved. The same carnal look was in his eyes, even though he had just came inside her. Gwen knew exactly how to play this. She propped herself onto her elbows and moved her hand between her legs. Their combined juices were already running out of her. She ran her fingers against her pussy, sticking the tips inside. Tyler watched every move she made, his gaze darkening and his breathing intensifying. Gwen smirked as she brought her fingers to her lips, tasting the sweet and salty mixture of their passionate lovemaking. She groaned in enjoyment as she removed her fingers from her mouth. It worked better than expected. Tyler grabbed her face and kissed her intensely, his tongue darting into her mouth. When he ripped his lips away, a greater fire was burning in his eyes. He said nothing as he grabbed her off the table and carried her out of the room to another destination. *** He had told her that he was going to take a quick shower before they got ready for the finale. He wanted to take a few minutes to be alone, but Gwen's lust for him was unfulfilled. She could not help but feed her addiction to him while she knew she still had him. Gwen snuck into the bathroom as quietly as she could. Tyler was already in the shower and she could see the water cascading across every amazing muscle of his body. She bit her lip in desire, trying to keep from moaning upon seeing her man. She slipped into the shower. Tyler was so lost beneath the warmth of the water that he did not hear her come in. She slid her hands against the tight muscles of his biceps and planted kisses along his rigid muscles on his back. She heard him growl and she could not resist smiling as she continued to admire his body. "You couldn't resist could you?" he asked, turning to face her. She bit her lip and shook her head. Her eyes traveled around his body, admiring the amazing specimen that he was. His chest muscles were so well defined, as were his abs. Her gaze followed down his arm to his strong hand, which was rubbing his hardening cock. Her body trembled in desire. Gwen stepped closer to Tyler and her hands ran along his musculature. She lowered her lips to his chest, gently grazing his skin with her lips and her tongue. His hand was picking up speed as he rubbed his stiffening cock harder in response to her touch. Tyler reached his hands up her body in an attempt to return the pleasure, but Gwen wanted the control. She pulled away and grabbed his wrists before pinning him against the shower wall. Tyler did not fight her, instead relinquishing complete control to her. She went back to kissing his body and enjoying his muscles and the power that lay beneath. She lowered herself, feeling the water hitting against the back of her head. She stopped when she was faced with his rigid shaft. She gripped it in her hands and began to jerk it, starting slow. Tyler was groaning above her in response, so she picked up speed. "That feels good, baby," he groaned. Gwen knew of something better. She pulled the tip of his shaft to her lips, rubbing them softly against his sensitive flesh. Gwen pushed the tip just passed her lips, sucking on it and twisting her tongue around it. Tyler's breathing was becoming more labored, which was the desired effect. She was going to make him wild with desire until he cracked and fucked her. She relaxed her throat and deep throated as much of his cock as she possibly could. Her tongue rested against the bottom of his shaft as she traveled down. When she pulled back, she curved the tip of her tongue up and lightly ran it against his flesh. She could hear him grit his teeth and groan, trying to keep from losing control. Gwen started to pick up her pace, bobbing up and down his shaft. She would occasionally slow her pace so she could suck on his pole, but would pick up speed soon after. Her hands reached up and cupped his balls, rubbing and playing with them. She moaned with his dick in her mouth, causing vibrations throughout his shaft. He could not take anymore. Tyler pushed her back, causing her to stumble and fall onto the floor. He reached down and picked her up, hoisting her around his waist. He quickly lined his dick up with her dripping sex and slammed into her, pinning her body to the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he fucked her. Gwen was moaning wildly as Tyler claimed her as he had so many times before. He was slamming into her hard and Gwen was so close to release. Her hands slipped down his back and her nails dug into his flesh. He growled and increased his speed. "Oh shit," she panted so close to being consumed by her desire. Her body tightened and she cried out as she orgasmed hard around his dick. Tyler slammed into her one final time, unleashing every drop deep into her core. Her head went limp against his shoulder and Tyler kissed the side of her head. All animal desire was gone from them both. "I love you, Gwen," he whispered. "I love you, Tyler." The Final Vote Gwen stood in the living room, nervously twisting her hands together. Ten weeks had passed and in a matter of minutes, it would all be over. Gwen did not want to leave and face the world. She had enjoyed her little slice of paradise that the house had become. Even with all the conflict and turmoil that had occurred during the season, she still loved the experience. One of the things she loved most was getting to meet Tyler. Never in her wildest dreams did she think that she would meet a man like him, nor did she think that she would fall in love with him. Given that she had come into the house a taken woman, she did not anticipate falling in love with anyone. The reminder of Jessie brought her back to her nervous state. She knew she would have to face him at some point and after weeks of thought, she did not know what she was going to say to him, especially after everything he had probably seen. What was making things worse was what was to come. She did not know what was going to happen with her and Tyler. They had not really talked about it. In the last few minutes of the game, she hoped to address something with Tyler, but she had not seen him in the last hour or so as he was preparing for the finale. Gwen had been ready for the last half hour. She chose to wear a strapless navy blue cocktail dress. The fit was tight in the bodice and let out only slightly in the skirt. She had pulled her hair into a ponytail. Her makeup was simple as always, with black eyeliner, smoky eye shadow, mascara, and a frosty lip-gloss. Gwen continued to pace the room, waiting for the finale to begin. Soon, she heard the sound of footsteps and looked up to see Tyler entering the room. He was wearing tight jeans and a black dress shirt. The front of his hair was spiked, revealing his blue eyes. He looked so handsome. Tyler smirked at Gwen as he walked into the room, his hand in his pocket. When he reached Gwen, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, then leaned in and kissed her. The passion had not dissipated in the last few weeks. If anything, it had grown. "You look so beautiful," Tyler said. "Thanks," she said. Gwen was still troubled by all her thoughts and Tyler took notice. "What's wrong?" "What do we do now that it's all over?" Gwen asked, searching his eyes for some indication of what he was thinking or feeling. "I don't know." He shared her concern, but he did not let it hold his face for long. He smiled at her, and then kissed her gently. "I love you," he said. "I love you, too." The loving couple was interrupted by the familiar chime of the television. They turned to the screen for the announcement. Congratulations Gwen and Tyler on being finalists for this season. Tonight, your former housemates voted on who they believed was most deserving of being the winner of this season of Eviction. The results are as follows: Walt- Tyler Zoey- Gwen Samantha- Tyler Patricia- Tyler Eviction: Week 10 Don- Gwen Quinn- Tyler Hattie- Gwen Jeremy- Tyler Drew- Gwen Connor- Gwen We have a tie. In this event, we turn to America, who has voted for their overall favorite houseguest to win. America has chosen...TYLER. TYLER IS THE WINNER OF EVICTION. Tyler embraced Gwen in excitement. He grabbed her by the hand and led her out the door of the house to roar of the crowd. Immediately the couple was swarmed by adoring fans. Gwen tried to hold onto Tyler's hand, but she lost her grip as a crowd of screaming girls who desperately wanted his attention pulled him away. Tyler was wrapped up in the fandom and fame of his victory. Gwen was forgotten by the fans and was alone. She decided to wait in the green room and hoped that she would catch him when all the festivities died down. When she turned around, that was when she saw him. How could she not recognize his distinctive blond hair and piercing brown eyes, not to mention that he stood significantly above the crowd? He looked like he had lost some weight, but that was to be expected after everything that had happened. Aside from that and the faint growth of a goatee, Jessie looked the same as the day Gwen left. Confronting Jessie He had shown up. After everything that happened on the show, Gwen did not think Jessie would bother to show up to the finale. Gwen knew why he was there. Closure; something they both needed. As Gwen walked towards him, she tried to think of what to say to him, but nothing was coming to her. She was going to have to wing it. Maybe that would be better than some preplanned speech, or it would end in disaster. "Jessie." "Gwen." Gwen looked up at her former boyfriend, scared of what she would feel. When she stared at him, the love she had for him as a romantic partner was completely gone. The only thing that remained was the love she had for him as a friend. She was upset that she had broken his heart and his trust. All she could hope for was to provide some comfort in his life in her explanation. "There isn't much for me to say that you probably haven't already heard in the house." Gwen was not off to a good start. Jessie said nothing, just continued to look disappointed and hurt. "I wanted you to know that I am deeply and truly sorry. Nothing can justify my actions in the house. Well, nothing that will make it okay for you. I never wanted you to find out through the feeds and from Quinn. I always wanted you to hear it from me." Jessie nodded and looked down at the ground. He ran his hand over the scruff of hair on his chin before looking at her. "What did I do to cause you to stray?" "Honestly, nothing," Gwen said, taking his hand in reassurance. "You are an amazing guy who deserves a woman who is equally as amazing as you." "I thought I had that with you." Gwen looked down in shame. She was upset that she had hurt him, but she still did not regret what she had done. "I'm not going to ask you to forgive me and I don't expect you to. I want you to live a happy life with a girl who is going to make you happy, with someone who fits exactly what you want. I'm sorry it wasn't me. And I'm sorry that this was how I had to find out. You deserve better and I know you'll find it." Jessie tilted her chin up and looked into her eyes. "I forgave you when Quinn ousted you because you were going to tell me in person. But when I saw you with him again, I just couldn't take it. I realized then that we were done. I just needed to hear it from you. Thank you for at least saying it to my face." "You're handling this a lot better than I thought." Gwen was shocked when she saw a small smile on his face. "Well, I've had a few weeks to sit and stew. This is your choice and as much as I don't understand it, I'll accept it. I just wish this had ended differently." "I know. I'm sorry it didn't." Jessie took Gwen into his arms and hugged her. Gwen could feel that he did not wish her any ill will and that he was trying not to let the situation bring him down. They had been friends before their relationship and Gwen felt they could have some form of friendship after, even if it was just a work friendship. Jessie said his goodbyes and left. The entire breakup had gone better than she had thought it would. Gwen looked around the crowd, hoping to see Tyler close by. Instead, he was at the other end of the studio, surrounded by fans and reporters. He seemed to be enjoying his time in the spotlight. Gwen did not want to join that media circus. She did not know exactly where she would fit in that. The longer she stood there, the more she realized that she was done with it all. She did not want to be around the cameras or interrogated by reporters or fans. After everything that had happened, she was tired of the spotlight and she just wanted sometime away. Gwen knew it would only be a matter of time before the reporters bombarded her and she did not want to give them the opportunity. She disconnected her mic and dropped it on the floor, before slipping out the studio to return to the comforts of home. Eviction: Week 11 Author's Note: This is the final installment of Eviction. I hope you all have enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Special thanks to the reader who requested this piece and worked with me to develop the characters and the storyline and for putting up with my crazy schedule that delayed this project for so long. Going forward, I currently have no new series' planned. I hope to have all my active writing projects finished before the end of the year, which is looking more possible as my schedule clears up. Please feel free to send feedback telling me what you loved or where I could improve as I love to hear from you guys. AS always, thanks for reading! Katie Epilogue Gwen threw her bag down on the floor and dropped her keys next to it. She pulled her scrubs off and threw them into her room as she walked by on her way to the couch. She plopped down wearing only a camisole and her boy shorts. It had been another long week of work, just like every week for the last six months. Her job had become exceedingly stressful since her return. Granted, she and Jessie were on friendly terms, but the rest of her coworkers hated her for cheating on Jessie. They talked about her behind their back and she was always assigned the absolute worst patients. Her boss had shown equal disdain for her by scheduling her during the most grueling times at the hospital and giving her very few days off. What did Gwen expect when she came home? Work was not the only place where people hated her. Gwen's family was not happy about the embarrassment that she brought to her family. Her mother was not taking any of her calls and her father only chided her when they talked. Rick was upset since he actually got along with Jessie. He was also angry in her choice of guy. He showed her the clips of Tyler and Jeremy plotting her seduction, hoping that she would back pedal on her decision, but she did not. Tyler had told Gwen of his original intent, but she did not care. She knew that what she had experienced in the house with him was special and worth the heart ache at the time. The only regret she had now was leaving. In six months, she had not tried to get in contact with Tyler. She did not know what she would say to him. In that time, she had no word from him. The first few months, she was heartbroken that he was not trying to find her. After some time, she became numb to the whole thing and did her best to forget. It was hard to forget about Tyler and the marvelous weeks they had spent together. She would give anything to have that time back, but it was clear that was not going to happen. Instead, she was resigned to spending her weekend as she had every weekend since the show; sitting in front of the television binge watching Netflix after ordering pizza from the same place. Suddenly, a knock came from her front door. She had not ordered anything yet. Had her weekends become that routine that they had already sent her food? Wow my life is pathetic, Gwen thought as she opened the door. "Tyler?" "Hello, beautiful," he smirked. "What are you doing here?" "I came for you. I've missed you. Can I come in?" "Yea," she said, moving aside. Tyler had not changed since she last saw him. His brown hair was long enough to spike in the front. His blue eyes were still the color of tropical waters, although they were not as energetic as before. His body was covered beneath a heavy tan jacket and jeans. His hair was a little damp from the dusting of snow that was falling outside. He still looked as handsome as the day she left. "I've spent the last six months looking for you. Why did you leave without me?" Gwen looked at the ground, ashamed of what she had done. "Jessie was at the finale and I formally ended it with him. Then, I just felt like I needed some time away from the show. Time away to think. You looked like you were having fun with the fandom and fame and I didn't really know where I fit in all that." Tyler stepped further into her apartment, seemingly lost in thought. "It hasn't been as much fun as you think," he said, turning to face her, trying to hide his pain. "Not without you. I looked for you that night, and I couldn't find you. No one knew where you were. The next day, they whisked me away for the press tour and it was miserable. I tried not to think about being away from you, but it was difficult since the press always asked about you. Did you watch any of it?" "No." "I was on the verge of a breakdown a few times. I went to bed, dreaming of you in my arms, only to wake up disappointed. When the tour was over, I asked around for you, but no one knew where you were. Turns out, New Hampshire is much bigger than I thought it was." "Why did you spend so much time looking for me?" Tyler closed the gap between him and Gwen. He took her hand and gazed into her eyes. "I wasn't lying when I said I loved you; that I didn't want to lose you. I would have searched for you for the rest of my life if I had to." "I'm sorry I made you look for me," she said, looking at the ground. Gwen felt ridiculous for having left behind the man she loved, a man who was madly in love with her. "Don't apologize," he said, picking her chin up to look into her eyes. "You wanted to be sure this was real, that it wasn't for the show. Do you believe it now?" "Yes." Tyler smiled at her, and then pressed his lips to hers. He was gentle at first, but with each passing second, he grew more intense. The passion that Gwen had felt for him was returning with each caress of his lips. Her hands weaved back into his damp hair and pulled him in deeper. His tongue pushed against her lips and she relented, letting him slip inside to caress her tongue. After some time, he pulled away. "I missed that," he panted. "Are you sure you didn't come back just for the amazing sex?" Gwen teased, running her nose against his. "I wouldn't leave sunny Florida for freezing New Hampshire just for sex," he smiled. "I'd only come up here for you." Tyler brought his hand up to her chin and tilted her face up to look into her silver eyes. His thumb ran along her lower lip and Gwen trembled, aching for him to kiss her again. He smiled at her before his lips melded with hers. With each passing moment, their desire for each other grew. Gwen could feel herself growing wetter and the ache between her legs grew more uncomfortable. She twisted her lower body, hoping to keep it under control, but she could not. Instead, she pushed her body against his, hoping he would understand the urgency of her need for him. Tyler bent down and picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist without breaking their kiss. Gwen's hips gyrated slightly against him, hoping to subdue the ache that was growing. Tyler ripped his lips away. "Where's your bedroom?" "That way," Gwen giggled, pointing towards her room. Tyler's lips returned to hers as he carried her to her bedroom. Once there, he placed her on the bed and climbed on top of her. Her hands slid from his head down his neck, pushing his heavy jacket off his shoulders until it was low enough for him to fling to the floor. Gwen pushed him up until she was in a sitting position and pulled his long sleeved shirt off, followed by the undershirt, leaving his bare chest exposed. He was still just as perfect as the day she left. His biceps were defined, but not too massive. His chest was hard and chiseled leading down to his impeccable six-pack abs. Gwen's fingers traced his torso, appreciating every fiber of muscle that lay beneath. Tyler savored her touch until their eyes met again. After a pause, he leaned forward, crushing his lips to hers. Their desire for each other was uncontrollable. Tyler's kisses led down her jawline to her throat and over her collarbone. As he kissed and licked, he pushed the straps of her camisole down. He eventually traveled far enough to expose her breasts. He sat back and admired her, giving his signature sexy smirk. He lowered his lips to one of them, taking it in his hand while sucking on her nipple and gently squeezing. His other hand massaged her other breast, playfully teasing her nipple. Gwen missed the feeling of Tyler against her body. She had been craving these sensations from him for the last six months. Her head was spinning as her body ached for more. Her pussy was dripping and she could feel her juices seeping through her boy shorts. Her body had not been this alive in months. Tyler maneuvered down her body until her reached her hips. In one fluid motion, he ripped her shorts off and his thumb found her clit, rubbing it in tiny circles. Gwen's body bucked up at the lovely sensation and tension grew. She needed more for her release and she knew Tyler would soon satisfy her. Tyler positioned himself between her legs. His tongue gently circled the outside of her lips while his thumb still gave her clit the attention it craved. He licked at her opening with long, slow strokes, each one more powerful that the one before it. Gwen was whimpering and trying to reposition herself to get his tongue inside her. He rested his hand on her taut stomach to keep her in place and dove into her, savagely licking to satisfy a long unfulfilled hunger within him. Gwen moaned loudly as he fucked her with his tongue. She could feel the tip curve up against her front wall while his thumb moved in quicker circles. She squirmed as she was so close to release, but Tyler kept her close to his mouth, wanting to taste her sweetness. He hummed against her and her body caved, succumbing to her most intense orgasm yet. Tyler continued to lick as Gwen rode out her pleasure. He would not be denied what he desired for the last half year. When he had completely cleaned her, Tyler stood and undid his belt and pushed his jeans off. Gwen sat up slowly, still trying to recover from her intense release. Tyler kicked his boots off as his jeans fell to the floor. Gwen grabbed the sides of his boxer briefs and pulled them down, releasing his nine-inch cock that she loved. She wrapped her hand around the rigid shaft and began to jerk it slowly. Tyler's head tilted back and he emitted a deep groan. Gwen lowered her lips to his head and took as much in her mouth as she could. She did not want to tease him, knowing how long they had gone without each other. Her tongue coated his shaft, giving particular attention to his sensitive head. She bobbed up and down, sucking on the tip when his cock was out of her mouth and giving loving licks when he was in it. After a few minutes, Tyler threaded his hands into her hair, but instead of forcing her down further, he pulled her off him and pushed her onto the bed. "You have no idea how much I missed you, Gwen," he whispered, planting kisses along her throat. She could feel him aligning his cock with her opening, the tip begging to be inside her. "I missed you, too," she said, nibbling on his earlobe. Tyler pulled away and looked into her silver eyes. The pain from earlier was almost gone, but there was one trace that remained. "Don't ever leave me again," he said. "Never. I love you, Tyler." "I love you." Tyler pushed himself inside her and Gwen moaned out in pleasure. Tyler lowered himself, locking eyes with Gwen as he pushed in and out of her body. Gwen wrapped her arms around his neck, keeping eye contact with him. It was intimate, making the sex much more enjoyable than it had been on the show. It was just them, sharing an intensely passionate moment and she knew that without a doubt his words were true. Her light moans became more frequent and Tyler's pace increased. Gwen could feel her body was right on the edge of another release, but she was holding out. Tyler gritted his teeth and grunted; Gwen knew he was holding out for her. "Cum with me," she begged. Tyler groaned and Gwen let go, orgasming simultaneously with him. They laid there in each other's arms smiling and cuddling without saying a word. They had expressed everything they had wanted to say in their passionate lovemaking. Gwen could not believe she had left him and she could not really understand why anymore, but that was the past. At this moment, she had the man she loved and she could not be happier. "Is there any way I can convince you to take a long term vacation with me to Florida?" Tyler finally asked, kissing her neck. "Why?" she laughed. Tyler propped himself on his elbow and stared into Gwen's eye, smiling his gorgeous Tyler smile. "I'm not made for the cold and I want to see where this can go. Do you think your boss will give you the time off?" "My boss hates me for what happened on the show," she confessed. Tyler gave her a puzzled look in response. "Remember, Jessie and I work together." "So that's a no?" Tyler asked, looking disheartened. "No," she replied, gazing into his beautiful blue eyes. "It just means I'm going to have to find another job." "So you'll come back with me?" "I'll stay for a few weeks." "If I play my cards right, I know I can convince you to stay permanently." "I don't think it will be too hard for you," she laughed. "You know how to put your mouth to good use." Tyler groaned and his eyes instantly went from sweet to desire driven in a blink. "And it's witty comments like that that get you in trouble." He bent forward and kissed her with the passion and ferocity that Gwen had wanted and always received with Tyler. He was what she wanted and could not live without. Despite the odds that were stacked against them, they were going to make it work because they loved each other. He was there to stay and there was no way she was ever going to let him leave her bed or her life again. Where Are They Now? Walt left in week one and that would tie his highest finish in any game show. After Eviction, he became a notable face on reality television, but he never finished higher than last place. Following her stint on Eviction, Samantha's promiscuous behavior paid off. She was signed to make a porno by an amateur director who watched the show. After her first film failed, she was out of work. Don's experience on the show was not pleasant. He became the president of his local family advocacy group and publicly bashed the behaviors that took place on the show as destructive to the moral fabric of America. Hattie and Drew's story did not end after the show. They continued dating and eventually got married. They are expecting their first child and are incredibly happy. Zoey's vacation on the show helped her realize her true passion in life of helping younger people. After renewing her vows with her husband, she returned to school to become a guidance counselor. Patricia and Connor did not survive together long after the show ended. Connor broke up with her, as he could not take her controlling attitude. She is now dating her boss and he is engaged to his old high school sweetheart. Quinn did not gain any fame or notoriety from the show. She returned to her job as a hairdresser. She has tried to get in contact with Tyler since the show, but has been unsuccessful. Jeremy's hard work in the gym during the show paid off. Women everywhere were in love with his body and he currently is the headliner at a strip club and has an entourage of women. Gwen eventually moved down to Florida to be with Tyler. The couple are madly in love and have remained faithful to each other. They plan to marry and start a family someday soon. Eviction * * * * Melanie watched him as he sat at the window. He'd put on a pair of sweat pants. That was all he'd done since morning. "Tommy, what if we applied for government stuff. They have programs, don't they?" "I already tried all that. We both have jobs. We're young. They don't put us high on the list." "Oh." "There must be some apartments that aren't in the paper." "What about that one. It was only 500 a month. We could do that." "It's a one bedroom, and they want another two hundred a month if there's more than one person. Plus security, damage, and first and last month's rent up front." "Oh." "I'll take a ride around today and check out some of the apartment complexes." "They can wait until tomorrow. You should let your body rest up a bit." "Maybe." "Tommy?" "Hmm?" "If it wasn't for me, would you be in as big a bind?" "Mel, why do you even ask me something like that?" "I'm just wondering. Would it be easier." "Well, it'd be one person, so it'd be cheaper, but it wouldn't be better." "Tommy," she said, smiling. "Go to sleep, Mel. You look kind of pale." "I always look pale." "Well, you look more than usual." "I am a little tired," she confessed. "You take your pill?" "Yeah." "Mel..." "I did, Tommy. Jeez. I took it when I went to pee." "You do that a lot," he said, looking at her. "What?" "Pee." "I have a small bladder," she said, laughing. He didn't laugh back. "Is something wrong, Mel?" "Tommy, you don't always have to wonder if I'm dying when I have to pee." "Just make sure you let me know if something's wrong." "Okay." "Go to sleep." "Okay," she said, smiling. She crawled back under the covers and closed her eyes, finding that sleep took her immediately. * * * * Tom watched his little sister sleep. She looked like a little girl. So small. So delicate. Her eyes were dimmer than they used to be. There was so little life in her soul. Her short life had been a hard one. So many close calls. He closed his eyes and tried to think. There had to be something. He opened his eyes and saw that she wasn't in the bed. He'd fallen asleep. The sun was on the other side of the sky. "Melanie?" The bathroom door was open. He pushed himself to his feet, feeling every single muscle scream as he moved. He made his way to the bathroom, limping as he felt the blisters that were just starting to form on his right foot. "Mel?" He looked inside, and saw her asleep in the tub. The water was still steaming. The girl took the hottest baths he'd ever seen. She had her long, lazy curls bundled up at the back of her head. He'd seen her naked a hundred times. There were times, especially after their parents died, that he'd had to bathe and dress her. Times she was so weak that it was an effort for her to stand. He saw, as she slept, what she could look like, absent of pain and worry. He sat on the covered toilet and leaned back against the tank, watching her. Her little breasts were indistinct mounds under the water. Bright, pink nipples. She was almost skinny. Not quite, but almost. But she wasn't any bigger than a 13 year-old. She hit just under five feet. She didn't weigh 90 pounds. But she definitely had a young woman's mind. She would look at him as though he were the one who needed to be taken care of. Same look his mother gave him all those years. He saw the small, pale triangle of hair between her legs. The way her legs stretched out full in the short tub. Her hands rested at her slender hips. Someday she wouldn't be with him anymore. He knew that. Something was going to give out on her and she would be gone. He couldn't stand the idea. He'd done his damnedest to protect her his whole life. When she was little, and she couldn't go out and play, he sat with her and kept her company. When she went on her first date, he followed her around making sure that nothing happened that she didn't want to happen. When she kissed her first boyfriend under the little tree in the front yard, he'd watched, making sure that it was what she wanted. When she'd had her boyfriend stay over when their parents were gone for the weekend, he'd listened, and made sure that it was all happening the way she wanted. The first noise that sounded like pain, or fright, and her boyfriend was a dead man. But it all worked out. And he was glad for that. He wanted her to enjoy what she could of life. She hadn't had a boyfriend in a long while. The hours of the day where she was good were getting fewer and fewer. Young men didn't seem to want to have to worry about things like that. So it was just the two of them. He had to make things work. * * * * Melanie laid in bed and felt her heart racing. It hadn't stopped in hours. Her eyes darted around, looking from the drop tile ceiling, to the simple walls. She needed to feel something. Tommy lay beside her, sleeping soundly. The sun was still out, but it was low in the sky. She listened to the big trucks drive by on the main road. She wanted to feel good. She hadn't felt good in so long. Her hand slid under the covers. She looked next to her and saw that he was still asleep. She let her fingers slide under her panties, feeling the soft hair over her pussy. Her finger grazed her clit, making her shiver. She looked over again, biting her lip as she slowly rubbed her pussy, letting her fingers just massage herself. She let her thoughts drift as she closed her eyes. She wanted to be loved. She'd never been loved. Not really. Not loved. Her heart was racing still, but this time it was supposed to. Her breath was fast and came in quick bursts. She looked to the ceiling and watched the shadows change as the cars drove by. Her fingers slipped in and out of herself, pressing the sensitive flesh inside. Hitting that perfect spot. Feeling not weak. Feeling like a normal young woman. Feeling like she could live and she could love and she could just be. Then it hit. It was like a slow blossoming burn that filtered through all her blood. Her breath came in a long drag and she pressed her hand hard to her wet mound. She smiled. A big, relieved smile that she knew wouldn't last, but it was nice while it was there. When it was over, she felt her heart still racing wildly. Her belly was trying to escape her body, but there was no food inside. She pulled her hands out, pressing them to her eyes, trying to shut out the feeling of expansion in her head. It was best, she told herself. * * * * She was watching him when he woke up. She was sitting, cross-legged and had a sheet up around her. She shivered once. "Mel?" "Tommy, why don't you have a girl?" "What?" "You should. You're smart and handsome, and muscular," she said, squeezing his arm. "Mel, are you okay?" "My head hurts," she said closing her eyes and wincing. She sounded like she was talking to herself. It could have been anyone or no one in the room with her. "Where are your pills." "Do you believe in God?" "What?" "I hope He's real. That there's a heaven." Tears rolled down her cheek. Her face never changed. She wasn't seeing anything. She was looking at something he couldn't understand. "Mel, where are your pills," he asked, sitting up. "It's just, I want to think there's a heaven is all. I've been good, right? I mean, I'd go to heaven?" "Of course. A long time from now." She let the sheet fall away as she leaned forward. She was nude, unashamed and unconcerned. "Tommy, I want to kiss you." "Mel, what are you doing?" She didn't answer. She just leaned over him and pressed her lips to his. They were soft. Cold. "Mel, something's wrong," he said, holding her away. His hands wrapped around her tiny arms with space to spare. "Tommy, you'd do anything for me, right?" "Of course." "I mean, I'd do anything I could for you." "Mel?" "So, if I asked you to do something, you'd do it?" "Mel...yeah. What do you want me to do?" "I want you to fuck me, Tommy." "Mel, you aren't thinking right," he said. She pressed him down. Her dainty body pushing his almost 300 pounds to his back. "You promised," she said, kissing his lips. "You said you'd do anything." "Why are you shaking?" "I've never been fucked. The first time was...wrong. It just hurt. I want to be fucked." "Mel, did you take your pills?" "Tommy," she said, crying. "I love you. You've always been... I love you. Please do this?" "Mel..." She reached down and put her hands in his boxers, pulling out his cock. Her eyes were bright and wide. Her white body was hovering over his. Her little breasts fell in two cones. Pink tipped and pretty. "See," she said, smiling strangely. She looked wired. His cock was hard in her hands. "Don't you love me?" she asked. More tears. "I love you," he said, looking at her big, soft brown eyes. She gave a little laugh. "Then fuck me, Tommy. Please." "Melanie..." She didn't wait for him. She rose up on trembling legs and slid herself over him. "Ohhh..." "Melanie, no," he said quickly. "Tommy, I need you to fuck me," she breathed. He just looked into her eyes and felt all reason and rational argument fall away. His fingers grazed down her cheek. She smiled so broadly that he had forgotten that she used to look like that all the time. Happy. How long had it been? He turned her to the bed, carefully laying her on her back. She was so small. So girlishly small. He was fucking her. God help them both, he was fucking her. The feeling of her legs around his back, and her hand on his forearms was...hard to understand. There were not the words. She knew nothing of fucking. She just let him do everything. He moved gently, using her smile as his gauge for what to do. Faster at moments, slower and almost stopping at others. Pressing deep into her, hearing her gasp and then, hearing her giggle. It felt good. It felt damned good. He needed it. But he knew what he was doing. He knew that it was his sister who panted under him. His sister who kissed him as he leaned down. His sister who he fucked in the tiny motel room. "Please...inside me?" she asked when she felt him trying to pull out. He just nodded, feeling a sudden sense of dread that burned away when he buried himself in her, cumming hard. She held him tight, her little arms holding him stronger than he thought she could. "Oh, my god," she said in shock. "Oh, Tommy, thank you," she whispered. He held her, closing his eyes and trying not to hate them both. But he didn't hate them. He couldn't. "I'm tired," she said. "Go to sleep, Mel. Just close your eyes." "Stay with me?" "I will." He slid around to hold her from behind. He pulled her little body into his, and felt her curl up and hold his arm around her tight. "Do you love me?" She sounded so afraid. So definite. "I love you, Melanie." "You made me so happy," she breathed. He kissed her little shoulder. "Go to sleep," he said. * * * * He woke, feeling a strange lack of guilt. He opened his eyes, seeing that it was the middle of the night. He heard her breathing next to him. His hand was on her smooth belly. Her naked rear was pressed into his stomach. "Melanie?" It was wrong. She was on her side, breathing too fast. He put his hand over her naked breast, feeling how warm she was. Far too warm. She was sweating and shivering at the same time. Her heart, under his big hand, was fluttering hard. Like a hummingbird. "Melanie?" he asked, unnerved by the panic in his own voice. "Tommy," she said in a shaky voice. "Tommy..." "Oh, god, Melanie, what's wrong?" "My heart," she said. "My chest hurts so much," she said, crying. "I didn't think it would hurt like this." "You didn't...what did you do?" He let her roll to her back and sat next to her, feeling her forehead. "God, you're burning up." "Tommy," she said frantically. "I'm sorry. You can make it this way. You don't have to bother with me." Her tiny neck pulsed and rolled as she tried to swallow. "Oh, my Jesus," he said leaning over her. He turned on the small bedside lamp. Her eyes were wide open. Her skin was wet with sweat. Her hands, so small and soft, shook as she grabbed his arm. "I don't want to be a burden. You shouldn't have to... I love you. I didn't think it would hurt so much," she said through her teeth as her back arched in pain. "Melanie," he said, crying with her. "What did you do?" "If I'm not a burden, you don't have to worry," she said quickly, nodding to her own words. "You haven't been taking your pills," he said in whispered horror. "You..." "Thank you for making love to me," she said, shaking and clenching her eyes shut. "Melanie," he said, blinking through his tears. "I love you, Tommy." "I love you, Melanie. There is a heaven," he said. She laughed briefly, losing her grip on everything. "Tommy," she said quickly. She kept saying his name, as though trying to hold on desperately to that last bit of rope. "TommyTommyTommy..." His heart went cold. The sound seemed to drop from his ears as the light left her eyes. "Melanie?" * * * * END AUTHOR'S NOTE: THANKS FOR READING THIS. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT. I'D LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU IN EITHER CASE. I LOVE THE FEEDBACK. VOTING IS APPRECIATED, AND WELCOMED. AGAIN, THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME. -BOB CLARK JR.