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Eviction: Week 06

Week 6


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.


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?"


"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.


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.
"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.


"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.

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.


"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.


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.


Apr 12, 2018 in anal