LONELY HEARTS
BY QUASI9
Disclaimer: I don't own Frank Donovan or the team; the rest of the characters are mine.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Three hearts need each other to mend
Feedback: yes Quasi9@msn.com
CHAPTER 40
They rode in silence for a while, before Bradley said, "What happened tonight?"
Tylo really didn't want to discuss Frank or anything else so in order to avoid the subject she said, "How did you get away from your wife?"
Bradley knew it was Tylo's way of not wanting to answer; she had done it to him so many times in the past. "I didn't have to, you were lucky she took Jr. to see her parents, they're away for the weekend."
"Guess you're lucky too." She said as she ran her hand up his thigh.
Bradley laid her hand back on her lap, "Baby Doll you can't be doing that."
Pouting she said, "Like anyone is going to see me."
Bradley didn't respond, he couldn't wait to get her home so he could get home without getting into trouble.
Tylo was in a playful mood ran her fingers over his lips and said, "Cat's got your tongue?"
He stuck his tongue out to touch her fingertips and said, "Don't think so."
Both were taken back to a happier time for them, they were young, free and life was uncomplicated. They had the each other and the world was at their feet. Bradley pulled up at the townhouse and parked behind the Camry. The tow truck backed in so the vette could be backed into the driveway.
Frank woke up to flashing yellow lights in his bedroom window and noise. He looked out his window and saw Tylo's vette being unhooked from the tow truck. He thought so much for her going to the country. He spotted the black vette parked in her driveway and saw him get out. He walked around to the passenger side and got Tylo out of the car.
She stumbled a couple of times but each time he caught herm finally he put her up against the car. Steve was done taking the vette off his truck and Bradley paid him. Frank was watching the scene play out, he saw the guy pay the tow truck driver, then guide Tylo in the house. She appeared to be quite drunk and since a drunk driver killed Jillian he didn't have much use for drunks.
He watched them enter into her house and realized he was not just dropping her off. He couldn't find fault with her, they were not involved and wasn't he with Tiffany. Suddenly he got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, what if this guy was the stalker. Tylo fit the description of having a shade of red hair, green eyes, but she wasn't the same class of the other victims. He was in a dilemma, should he go over there or stay away?
Bradley got the keys from Tylo, opened the door, and guided her inside. Again she couldn't walk on her own and he had to hold her. All he wanted was to get her settled so he could leave.
"Ty Baby you got help me here." He said.
She pushed him against the wall, started to lick his ear whispering, "What do you want help with?"
"Ty Baby Doll you got to stop." He said not convincing at all.
"Do you really want me to stop?" She said as she ran her tongue along his jaw line.
Bradley was at a loss for words, swallowed hard, said, "Ty please."
By the time he had said that, she was running her tongue on his lips, she stopped long enough to say, "Please what?"
He could smell the Tequila on her breath and felt her tongue back on his lips, he resistance was gone. He parted his lips, allowing her tongue inside, and that was his undoing. His arms went around her and he pulled her close, he missed the feel of her body against his.
She ran her hand down his hard body until she found what she was looking for. She unzipped his pants and caressed his 'family jewels'. By the time they got upstairs to her bedroom, all their clothes had been ripped off in frenzy. When he entered her, all rational thoughts were thrown to the wind.
BY QUASI9
Disclaimer: I don't own Frank Donovan or the team; the rest of the characters are mine.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Three hearts need each other to mend
Feedback: yes Quasi9@msn.com
CHAPTER 40
They rode in silence for a while, before Bradley said, "What happened tonight?"
Tylo really didn't want to discuss Frank or anything else so in order to avoid the subject she said, "How did you get away from your wife?"
Bradley knew it was Tylo's way of not wanting to answer; she had done it to him so many times in the past. "I didn't have to, you were lucky she took Jr. to see her parents, they're away for the weekend."
"Guess you're lucky too." She said as she ran her hand up his thigh.
Bradley laid her hand back on her lap, "Baby Doll you can't be doing that."
Pouting she said, "Like anyone is going to see me."
Bradley didn't respond, he couldn't wait to get her home so he could get home without getting into trouble.
Tylo was in a playful mood ran her fingers over his lips and said, "Cat's got your tongue?"
He stuck his tongue out to touch her fingertips and said, "Don't think so."
Both were taken back to a happier time for them, they were young, free and life was uncomplicated. They had the each other and the world was at their feet. Bradley pulled up at the townhouse and parked behind the Camry. The tow truck backed in so the vette could be backed into the driveway.
Frank woke up to flashing yellow lights in his bedroom window and noise. He looked out his window and saw Tylo's vette being unhooked from the tow truck. He thought so much for her going to the country. He spotted the black vette parked in her driveway and saw him get out. He walked around to the passenger side and got Tylo out of the car.
She stumbled a couple of times but each time he caught herm finally he put her up against the car. Steve was done taking the vette off his truck and Bradley paid him. Frank was watching the scene play out, he saw the guy pay the tow truck driver, then guide Tylo in the house. She appeared to be quite drunk and since a drunk driver killed Jillian he didn't have much use for drunks.
He watched them enter into her house and realized he was not just dropping her off. He couldn't find fault with her, they were not involved and wasn't he with Tiffany. Suddenly he got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, what if this guy was the stalker. Tylo fit the description of having a shade of red hair, green eyes, but she wasn't the same class of the other victims. He was in a dilemma, should he go over there or stay away?
Bradley got the keys from Tylo, opened the door, and guided her inside. Again she couldn't walk on her own and he had to hold her. All he wanted was to get her settled so he could leave.
"Ty Baby you got help me here." He said.
She pushed him against the wall, started to lick his ear whispering, "What do you want help with?"
"Ty Baby Doll you got to stop." He said not convincing at all.
"Do you really want me to stop?" She said as she ran her tongue along his jaw line.
Bradley was at a loss for words, swallowed hard, said, "Ty please."
By the time he had said that, she was running her tongue on his lips, she stopped long enough to say, "Please what?"
He could smell the Tequila on her breath and felt her tongue back on his lips, he resistance was gone. He parted his lips, allowing her tongue inside, and that was his undoing. His arms went around her and he pulled her close, he missed the feel of her body against his.
She ran her hand down his hard body until she found what she was looking for. She unzipped his pants and caressed his 'family jewels'. By the time they got upstairs to her bedroom, all their clothes had been ripped off in frenzy. When he entered her, all rational thoughts were thrown to the wind.