Dirty: The Complete Series (Secret Baby Romance Love Story) (79 page)

Epilogue:
Six Months Later

  
I
smiled to myself as I parked my beat-up old car in my assigned spot at the
apartment complex and turned the key in the ignition to shut it down. I felt a
little tired—but I was happier than I had been in months, maybe years. I had
just finished my first day of cosmetology classes and even though I knew it
would get tougher, I also knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be, doing
what I should have been doing all along.

  
Ty
had been true to his word, helping me with my application and transfer to
Premier Beauty & Salon Cosmetology School. It was about twenty minutes
outside of his hometown, and when I’d gotten my acceptance, Ty had even helped
me move into an apartment—one that we agreed to share—in town, so I wouldn’t
have to commute.

  
I
wasn’t really able to pay much in the way of rent, but Ty was more than capable
of paying for both of us, at least until I was on my feet and working as a hair
dresser and stylist. Ty had been even better than he promised; he’d helped me
with my application, he’d prepared me for my interviews, and he had even gone
with me to talk to my parents about my choice.

  
We’d
been living together for about four months. After finals, I went back to my
parents’ house while I waited to find out if Premier would admit me, and we
made our plans together. Ty did his CPA exams, and got one of the top scores in
the region—making him an absolute shoe-in to start at his father’s accounting
firm. He wasn’t making the kind of salary his dad enjoyed, but he was making
more than enough to support us for a while, especially since we’d managed to
find a nice, cheap apartment to live in together.

  
I
unlocked our front door and threw my car keys into the bowl on the table in the
entryway, and headed for the kitchen. It was five-thirty; Ty would be home in
about thirty minutes, and I’d gotten word from his parents that they wanted to
come over for dinner as well. I was more than happy to have them.

  
I
started to work on dinner, beef Stroganoff over egg noodles with peas and
carrots on the side. It was simple and homey, but it was something I’d been
making since I was a teenager and Ty loved it. There was something weirdly
comforting about cooking for him, just like there was about doing laundry for
him, or cleaning our little apartment together; it was soothing to do things
for the man I loved, and to take care of a home that was partially my own—even
if it was a small, one-bedroom apartment.

  
I had
just gotten the sauce finished and set it to simmer, when I heard the door
open. “Welcome home, babe!” I didn’t turn, but I could picture Ty in my mind,
kicking off his shoes and putting his keys in the bowl with mine, taking off
the blazer he’d put on that morning, and striding into the kitchen. His arms
wrapped around me from behind, and I smiled as he nuzzled against the nape of
my neck.

  
“God,
it’s good to see you, Nicki-love,” he murmured. His chest rose and fell against
my back as he sighed. “How was your first day?”

  
“Amazing,”
I told him, turning around to face him. “It was exactly the way I’d hoped it
would be.”

  
“So
no second thoughts?” I shook my head. “That’s what I was hoping to hear.” Ty
leaned in closer and kissed me on the lips, holding my body tightly against
his.

  
After
a long moment he broke away, his bright eyes warm as he looked down at me.
“What are we having for dinner? It smells delicious.”

  
“Beef
stroganoff, egg noodles, and peas and carrots,” I told him. “Also—your parents
are coming over for dinner. Your mom called me this afternoon to ask if I would
mind if she imposed on us. Apparently they’re renovating the kitchen and she’s
getting tired of eating out all the time.”

  
“When
are they supposed to be coming by?” Ty’s hands wandered over my body slowly,
teasing me, trailing along my curves. I could see the glint in his eyes and
feel the heat simmering in his skin.

  
“Seven
o’clock,” I told him. Ty glanced at the clock on the stove.

  
“Then
we have just enough time to have a little alone-time, and then clean up before
they get here,” he said, smiling slowly. “That is, if you’re in the mood for
that.”

  
I
giggled. Ty and I had become excellent at quickies since we’d moved in
together—he was absolutely insatiable and I found myself getting turned on more
and more quickly, loving the sex more and more. Ty slipped his hands up
underneath my
 
t-shirt, skimming the
sensitive skin just underneath where my bra ended, and he kissed me again
hungrily, pulling me away from the stove.

  
I
stopped him long enough to set the pot of sauce to simmer, and then we both
hurried toward the bedroom together. Ty grabbed me by the waist and lifted me
up, throwing me onto the bed and then covering my body with his own. I giggled,
reaching out and fumbling with the buttons on his dress shirt, squirming as Ty
tugged my t-shirt up to expose my belly and then my breasts.

  
One
by one our clothes fell away, tossed across the room or fallen to the floor. I
felt myself getting hotter and hotter, wetter and wetter by the moment, as Ty’s
mouth trailed along the column of my throat and moved down to my breasts. His
hand slipped up between my legs and I moaned out as he began to touch me,
stroking and rubbing, finding my clit by feel.

  
I
squirmed and writhed, kissing and nibbling along Ty’s throat, letting my hands
wander all over his body as we both became more and more turned on by the moment.
I found Ty’s cock, hard and hot, by touch, and began to stroke him in time with
his touches, rubbing my thumb against the tip.

  
After
a few moments that felt like an eternity, Ty shifted against my body, rocking
his hips against mine. “Fifteen minutes—think we can do it?”

  
“Oh
totally,” I said breathlessly. “Twice, at least.” Ty chuckled and thrust into
me all at once, beginning to move inside of me right away, his hips pressed
against mine, our bodies falling into a rhythm together that neither of us
could resist.

  
I
wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed my hips down to meet his thrusts,
the tension and heat building up inside of my body in a matter of minutes. I
kissed Ty everywhere my lips could reach, touched him everywhere my hands could
find. It always felt so good, so right whenever we had sex—and this time was no
different from any of the other times.

  
I
felt the tension mounting like a knot somewhere deep down between my hips, and
every thrust from Ty made it more intense, until I was moaning helplessly,
grabbing at Ty’s head, at his shoulders, trembling with the need to finally get
off.

  
All
at once, the tension snapped, and wave after wave of pleasure washed through my
body. Ty kept going, thrusting hard and fast, and as the last spasms jolted
through me I realized he was taking my challenge—he was going to see if he
could make me come twice in fifteen minutes.

  
He
slowed for a few moments, and then we were at it again, touching each other
everywhere, kissing and tasting and exploring each other’s bodies. I felt the
tension mounting in my body once more, and I tried to hold back, tried to make
Ty come—but before I knew it, I was moaning out once more, shivering and
trembling as I hit my second climax in less than fifteen minutes.

  
I
felt Ty’s body tense against mine, and then he was coming too, moaning against
my neck and shoulder, shuddering against me. We fell together onto the bed,
panting and gasping for breath, and I felt myself smiling in breathless
pleasure.

  
“We
have maybe ten minutes,” I said, as my breathing finally began to slow. “Five
minutes to catch our breath, and then we clean up—and then I really do have to
finish up dinner before your parents get here.” Ty chuckled.

  
“You
can handle it,” he told me. He kissed me lazily on the lips. “I’ll help you.”

  
I
nodded and told myself not to fall asleep as I recovered from the climaxes Ty
had given me.

  
I
didn’t know what the future would hold, but I knew that I was with the man I
loved, and that everything would work out—one way or another. We were living
the life we wanted, both of us, and I knew that while there was a big
difference in our dreams, we could live our dreams together.

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RIDE
– THE COMPLETE SERIES

By
Nella Tyler

This
book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Copyright
© 2015 Nella Tyler

CHAPTER
ONE

SUMMER

“It’s ten thousand dollars, Ben! Do you
know how long we can live off of ten grand?”

“Yeah, the rest of us can all live great
off of it while you’re getting your cavities searched in the county lock-up on
a daily basis.”

I rolled my eyes at my friend. Ben is the
worrier of our group. He’s older…twenty-six, I think, and he’s been on the
streets longer than any of us. I have a lot of respect for him and the things
that he’s been through, but this is one thing I’m not going to let him talk me
out of. I came across a flyer for a surfing contest that’s happening in two
weeks, and I plan on winning it. “I have a plan, Ben. I’m not going to get
caught.” I bent down to pick up a can out of the gutter and dropped it into the
bag Bennie carried. So far this morning, we’d almost filled a thirty gallon bag
– not bad for a Tuesday.

“You don’t think the guy who owns the shop
will be at the competition? I’m sure he has a brand name or something on those
boards that make them recognizable in case they’re stolen. I’m sure if he
doesn’t notice it gone right away, he will sometime in the next two weeks.”
When I didn’t say anything, he continued, “Besides, Summer, babe…” I hate it
when he calls me that. “There’s no guarantee you’ll win.”

“That back room is filled with boards. He
probably won’t ever notice it missing, but just in case, we’ll sand anything
off that identifies it. Don’t call me babe and have some faith. I’ll win.”

He sighed like the weight of the world was
on his shoulders. “So let’s go over this ‘brilliant’ plan one more time. I
don’t want to be responsible for screwing it up.”

“Okay, so Phoebe and I are going to go in
the shop. While we’re browsing, she is gonna strike up a conversation with that
old guy at the counter who pervs on her every time he sees her.”

“That ‘old guy’ is about thirty.”

“Yeah, like I said, the old guy. Now pay
attention. I’m going to wait until he’s lost in her deep brown eyes and then
I’ll ask to use the bathroom. He’ll let me because he’ll want to keep Phoebe’s
attention as long as he can. While I’m in the back, I’ll grab one of the boards
and shove it out the door to you. You’ll be waiting in the alley, by the way.”

“And, I just saunter away holding this
brand new surfboard?”

Frustrated with him now, I said, “There is
a whole beach less than one block over. Do you think anyone is going to notice
a guy carrying a surfboard around here?”

“What about an alarm on the back door?”

“He’s a hippie; he’s too laid back for
alarms.”

“You know this for a fact?”

“No, but I’m convinced he’s not the alarm
type. He’s more inclined to leave it to fate and karma. I’ll look closer while
I’m in there, though, I promise.”

“Summer…”

“Come on, Bennie, give me some credit.
I’ll be fine.”

“You better be.”

“I will, now listen. Once you have the
board, you keep walking until you get to the cave. Phoebe and I will hang out a
while longer so he doesn’t get suspicious. It’ll work, I promise.”I wasn’t
usually one for manipulation, but I really wanted him off my back. I kissed his
cheek and smiled at him the way it made him blush. Bennie and I had a short
fling when I first hooked up with this band of vagabonds. Once he found out I
was only seventeen, we never sealed the deal, it was just a lot of kissing and
heavy petting. Eventually, I realized I thought of him more like a big brother
and the kissing and touching started to kind of gross me out. Bennie
understood, or at least he said he did, but, he still acts like a kid with a
crush. “Come on; let’s go see what Ace cooked us up for lunch.”

Bennie looked like he had more to say
about my plan, but he kept it to himself, thankfully. I might only be four
months away from my nineteenth birthday, but I’m no kid. I’ve been on the
streets for almost five years. I crossed the country by myself when I was only
fourteen. I’ve fought off more than one would-be attacker, and I’ve begged,
borrowed, and stolen when I had to. I’ve moved from one encampment to the next.
I’ve slept in parks and caves, on the beach and behind dumpsters. I’ve learned
not to trust anyone completely…and no one easily. I’m not dead and I haven’t
been in jail yet.