Tyler (23 page)

Her gaze drops to my crotch and her pupils dilate. Her lips part, her dark nipples harden underneath the flimsy fabric of her blouse, and I can’t look away. She’s so fucking pretty. I lean closer and lick the seam of her lips. So sweet.

“Tell me to stop,” I whisper as my hands lift to clasp her waist. “To take it slow.”

“Too late for that,” she whispers and draws me closer. I drop to my knees between her legs and kiss her, drink her in. Her lips open under my assault and her tongue strokes mine. Her fingers bury themselves in my short hair and tug, the light sting on my scalp going straight to my dick, tightening everything and making me dizzy with need.

I break the kiss, breathless. “Erin.” I have a plan, dammit, to make her see I want more from her than just sex, to make her say she’ll be my girlfriend again. Why can’t I stick to it? “Would you watch a movie with me tonight?”

She blinks, her dark lashes sweeping over her caramel eyes. “The movie you brought me?”

Hadn’t thought of that. I was going to take her to the movie theater. They’re showing a sci-fi movie, something futuristic with spaceships and monsters—which I guess can’t be very different from the one I brought her. “Sure. Would you like that?”

Her gaze lights up. “Yes!”

“What time? I finish work at ten. Shall I come by afterward?”

“Okay.”

I grin at her, elated. “Awesome.” My heart is racing, but it’s a good feeling. I get up, still hard, but dammit I don’t care, because I’m so happy.

She tugs on my arm. “Tyler, what do you think about—?”

I kiss her again, swallow her yelp of surprise. I take my time, tasting her, eating her up. She’s delicious, and I have to force myself to draw back and get on my feet. “See you tonight.”

She brings her fingers to her reddened mouth, her eyes dazed, and I walk out of her door, hoping this mad plan will work.

***

The movie must be good. I get glimpses of monstrous creatures and huge
mechas
crashing into each other, battles underwater and explosions rocking the world. It’s my favorite kind of movie. I’ve barely if ever been to the movies since I left Madison.

But I barely notice, all my attention on the hot girl curled up on the couch next to me.

Erin is wearing a soft white sweater that I swear is going to drive me crazy before the film is over, because with every breath she takes, I can see her breasts rising and falling, perfect round mounds, and when the tension rises in the movie, I see her nipples pebble.

She turns bright eyes to me and catches me watching her. She smiles and leans a bit more into my side, her denim-clad legs bent at the knee and tucked behind her. “This movie is awesome,” she breathes. “I love it.”

That’s my girl. I smile back, pleased. “You don’t go to the movies often?”

“Not since you left.”

My smile falls. “I’m so sorry, Erin.”

“Shh. That’s okay.” She presses her forefinger to my lips. “Not your fault I didn’t look for someone else to go to the movies with.”

And now I’m ridiculously happy nobody else got to share this with her but me. “Tessa doesn’t like action movies?”

“Or science fiction. Or fantasy.” She sighs and rolls her eyes and that makes me want to laugh.

“What does she like, then?”

“European boring dramas and violent Latin-American movies.”

“Because what we’re watching isn’t violent.” I stick my tongue out at her. “That monster there is trying to eat that guy—”

She pokes me in the chest. “That’s different. This is fantasy, not real. I don’t like real violence. Have you been going to the movies?” She shifts closer, her breasts pressing on my side, and I lose track of the conversation.

I wrap my arm around her back and pull her flush against me. She yelps but doesn’t resist, and then she shifts and kneels between my legs. I have now both my arms around her, and she has to be feeling just how much I want her right now.

“Erin…” Her name, her image, the memory of her has saved my sanity throughout these years. I can’t believe I’m back here with her. I kiss her neck. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she whispers.

I look up into her face, stunned, and she’s smiling, though her eyes hold a trace of fear. “For real?”

“For real.”

I crush her to me, kiss her lips, her nose, her cheeks. “I won’t let you down again,” I say between kisses. “I fucking won’t.”

She cups my cheeks, so she can kiss my mouth again. She kisses me like she’s hungry for me, and I can’t help groaning as the pressure mounts behind my balls.

I reach blindly for the hem of her white sweater and tug. She lets go of my face to lift her arms and get rid of it. Her bra is also white and almost transparent.

I’m so transfixed by the sight of her dark nipples through the sheer fabric I don’t realize when she starts pushing down her pants until she’s kneeling before me only dressed in matching white bra and panties. Her golden skin glows. She pulls off the tie from her ponytail, and all that shimmering dark silk falls on her shoulders.

Damn.
I grab her and push her down on the sofa, pressing her hands together over her head. Her eyes are wide but trusting, and I need to feel her skin on mine, need to bury myself inside of her.

“Please,” she whispers.

I have to bow my head and suck a deep breath to get some semblance of control back. My cock twitches and weeps in my pants. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours, all yours,” she agrees, arching her back, pressing herself to me.

Oh, fuck.
My last vestiges of control are ripped away, and I’m lost in a storm of need.

Erin

Tyler looks wild, his short hair messy and his dark eyes blazing. He’s gorgeous, his smooth, shaved jaw and shorter hair giving him a boyish air.

He releases me just long enough to pull off his sweater and T-shirt, baring that perfect, muscular chest, then he returns and presses the hot bulge of his erection between my legs. Sparks shoot up in my belly. He feels so good, pressing where I need him.

“Do you want me?” He rocks against me, and I gasp.

“Yes.”

I can’t fight it any longer. He’s everything to me. And I do need him, so much.

He tugs down the straps of my bra, his eyes going black with desire as my breasts spill out. “Goddammit.” Then he takes the tip of one breast into his mouth and sucks so hard I cry out.

He jerks back, releasing both my breast and my hands, and I grab his neck, keeping him down. “It felt so good,” I whisper. “Do it again.”

It’s the truth. When he does it again, using his teeth to lightly scrape my sensitive nipple, my back bows with pleasure. My breath comes out in a hiss when he uses his other hand to fondle my other breast. His clever fingers circle my nipple and lightly pinch it, mimicking his mouth.

Oh God.

I lift my hips, trapping his arousal between my legs, and he moans, the vibrations shooting like lightning from my breast straight to my core, making me clench.

“Please, Tyler.” I claw at the back his jeans. “Take them off.”

He bends over me, diving for my mouth, kissing me long and hard, before he pulls back and unzips his jeans. He pushes them down and kicks them off, freeing himself. His cock juts up, large and flushed, the tip wet and glistening. He doesn’t touch it, though.

Instead, he tugs my panties down my legs and off, then spreads my legs wider. His eyes are hooded as he reaches down and strokes his thumb over my exposed, quivering flesh, then presses lightly on my clit, making me gasp.

“Can you take it?” he whispers, and I have no idea what he’s talking about. He bends down and lightly bites on the hard bud, making me cry out. “Do you want it rough?” he breathes, and I shudder.

“Yes.”

He suckles on it, his finger dragging through my wet folds, pushing inside me, and I can’t believe how close I am already, my legs trembling, my stomach tightening.

“Will you take me?” He licks at me, rough strokes of his tongue. “As I am?”

I can’t speak. My only answer is a loud gasp as he pushes a second finger inside me, and I scream as I come apart, clawing at the sofa cushions and shaking. My body writhes beneath him, and he pins me with his mouth still on my hypersensitive flesh, his fingers still hooked inside me.

He’s watching me from under lowered lashes. He gives me one final lick that makes me moan and jerk, and a corner of his mouth tips up in a crooked grin.

“A preview,” he whispers and winks.

“Really.” I pant, my body a liquid puddle of satisfaction. “Bringing on the big guns now?”

“One big gun.” He licks his lips. “A loose cannon.”

I’m not sure if he’s talking about his cock anymore or about himself. It sounds like he’s asking me if I can take him with his past and his issues.

I push at his chest and, caught by surprise, he lets me shove at him until he sits back on his heels. He’s beautiful, every bare inch of him, from his scars, to his tattoos, to the muscled perfection of his chest and his flushed cock.

“I can take it,” I say and stare him dead in the eye. “I can see you, Tyler Grayson, and I want you as you are.”

Something flashes through his eyes, something vulnerable and fragile, then it’s gone, and he crashes his mouth to mine, grabbing my hips and falling back, pulling me with him. I land on top of him where he is stretched out on the couch, and he keeps kissing me as I straddle his waist, trapping his erection between us.

His body tenses underneath mine, and his hips buck upward. He gasps in my mouth when I rock against him, sliding my wetness over the length of his hard cock. I remember the way his face twisted when I jacked him off in the bathroom at Damage, the way he handed over the control to me, trusting himself in my hands, and another hot wave of desire rushes through me.

I finally break the kiss for some much needed air. I sit back and wrap my fingers around Tyler’s hot, slick cock.

He arches under me, his eyes closing, his head falling back. “Erin,” he moans my name, and his hands fist at his sides when I squeeze him with all my power. “Fuck…”

“What about you?” I don’t even know why I’m asking when I still haven’t told him everything, but fear squeezes my chest. I don’t know what I’ll do if he walks away again. “Will you take me as I am?”

I slide my hand up, all the way to the weeping head of his erection, then back down and am rewarded with a litany of bitten-out curses. Tyler’s muscled stomach tenses, every ab coming into sharp relief. His cock twitches in my hand. He’s about to come, I know it. I know his body, his face that is now locked in a grimace. He’s trying to hold back his orgasm—but he’s literally in my hands now. If I squeeze a tiny fraction harder, if I tease his balls, he’ll lose all control.

I release him, and he lets out a choked sound, caught between frustration and relief. “Do you want me with my past and my baggage?” I raise myself on my knees. “Will you stay this time?”

His breathing is shallow and ragged. His gaze flicks from my breasts to my face, and he reaches for me. He grips my hips. “Erin… It’s you I’ve always wanted, just as you are.”

My heart stutters.
If only you knew…

I must tell him. This can’t go on, this uncertainty, this secret between us. I place my hands on either side of him and lean forward, to say the words, to let the secret out into the light, but the head of his cock pokes my wet opening, and we both gasp.

I’m poised over him. We’re frozen in space and time, staring into each other’s eyes, my hair curtaining us, separating us from the rest of the world.

Then he pulls me down, slowly, impaling me on his cock. My mouth falls open as I take him in, feeling him stretch me, filling me up like no one else can. Pressure is building inside me again, so fast I can hardly keep my eyes from rolling back in my head.

Cords are standing out in Tyler’s neck. His teeth are bared, his jaw clenched, but the hands holding my hips, steering my body downward, are firm and steady, tugging me lower still, so that he slips another inch inside me, and another. Until he’s sheathed inside me fully.

The air leaves his lungs in a hiss, and his neck arches. I bow my head, trying to breathe around him. I swear I feel him deeper than ever before. He’s a lot to take in, but if anyone can, I can.

Because I love him. Love everything about him.

His hands urge me to rise, and the friction where I’m burning with my need for him sends stars shooting across my vision. I think I whisper his name as he pulls me back down, and I bend over him, trembling. Bracing my hands on either side of his head, I start moving. I can’t remember ever doing it this way, but my body knows what to do. I rise and fall, excruciatingly slow, needing to feel everything, the delicious torture of the press and glide of his cock against my slick inner walls. I wish this could last forever, this sensation of him in me, this closeness.

His hands slide up my sides and then to my front, stroking my breasts. When he flicks his thumbs over the tips, my insides clench, hard, and his cock jerks, trapped inside me. Tyler shifts beneath me, groaning, and pinches my nipples again.

My orgasm grips my core like a vise, and I clamp around his arousal as my whole body contracts, wracked by burning waves of pleasure.

He snaps his body up, slamming deeper into me, and I distantly hear him cry out as his cock swells and jerks in my still pulsing core, sending another dizzying wave of pleasure through me. His hips buck as he thrusts again and holds, his lower body rising off the sofa, lifting me. I can feel his cock still jolting, drenching my insides with his heat.

I fall forward and he catches me, wrapping his arms securely around me so that I’m lying fully on top of him, my head on his shoulder. Every twitch of his cock, still nestled inside of me, makes me gasp, and Tyler chuckles.

Oh God.
Sex with him is getting better and better. It’s mind-blowing. Not to mention that just spending time with him, curled by his side, feels way too good. Like I’ve been on an endless, lonely road trip, and now I’ve come back home.

I don’t want to move, ever. I don’t want to let go even to roll off him, and I especially don’t want to say or do anything to break this moment—like talk about children, when we’ve barely started talking about the past, let alone the present or the future.