Needing You Close (Tyler & Gemma duet Book 2)

by Kennedy Fox

  “Thank you, Gem. I know you did this for me,” Jerry says sincerely, and I see the flicker of emotion in his eyes that’s starting to boil over.

  “I did, Daddy. And it worked out for the best. Now, we all get our happily ever after.”

  “Yes. And oh, you two go be together. You’ve been married for seventeen days and fooled the world. Go, go! I’ll clean up ’round here.” He shoos us away, and we don’t argue.

  I’ve been waiting nearly three weeks for this night, and I don’t want to waste another second of not being alone with my wife.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  GEMMA

  I can’t wipe the smile off my face as Tyler and I leave my father’s house and go to the cottage. I’m so damn happy all my things were moved back, along with new locks and a security system so Robert can’t weasel his way in again. The look on his face when the realization set in that he’d been duped was priceless, and it’s something I’ll never forget.

  Best. Moment. Ever.

  Tyler opens the door, then pulls me to him before I go inside.

  “Wait.” He lifts me in his arms, and I tighten my hands around his neck. “It’s tradition for the husband to carry his new wife across the threshold.”

  I laugh. “By all means, hubby.”

  He dramatically steps through the doorway, and I press his lips to mine. “I can’t believe we’re really married.”

  “I can’t either,” he whispers, setting me down. Cupping my face, he brings our mouths together. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.” I rub my nose against his, and he grins as I continue. “Now, let’s consummate our marriage. Like, all over this place.”

  “Is that so, Mrs. Blackwood?” He arches a teasing brow.

  “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

  I jump back into his arms, and he easily catches me as my legs go around his body. He holds me tightly as our tongues swirl together, and I feel his hard cock pressing into me.

  “Tyler, I need you. Right now,” I demand.

  “I’m here, baby.” He moves down my jaw and slides his tongue up to my neck. “Tell me what you want.”

  “Take off your clothes.”

  He chuckles. “And then what?”

  “Fuck me against the wall. Then bend me over the island. Then on top of the counter.”

  “Jesus Christ,” he growls in my ear. “Been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?”

  “I have lots of fantasies that involve you, and in all of them, we’re naked and moaning.”

  Tyler carries me into the kitchen, then sets me down. I watch as he removes his shoes, his shirt, and finally his jeans. I lick my lips at how hard and ready he is for me standing in only his boxer shorts.

  “As sexy as you look in that dress, it needs to come off,” he demands.

  I spin around so he can do just that. Tyler brushes my hair to one side and slowly lowers the zipper. The dress falls to my feet, leaving me in only a thong and strapless bra. Before I can tell him to remove them, he kneels behind me, threading his fingers inside the thin panties and pushing them down my legs.

  “Fucking hell, baby. I wanna devour you so badly. Taste your come and sink my tongue deep inside you.” He stands behind me, pushing his throbbing length against my bare ass.

  I unclasp my bra and toss it to the side. Looking over my shoulder, I flash him a devious smirk and arch a brow. “Then what are you waiting for?”

  Flattening my palms on top of the island, I part my legs and give him the view he’s so desperate for. Dropping to his knees again, he grips my thighs, and spreads my ass cheeks. I lower my stomach to the counter and when he swipes his tongue along my clit, the sensation has me nearly combusting.

  Tyler licks, sucks, and flicks my clit, and he doesn’t let up until I’ve given him two orgasms. By the time he stands, my knees are shaking.

  “Oh my God.” I blow out a ragged breath.

  Tyler kicks off his boxers, then grabs my hand and leads me to a bare spot on the wall. “Put your hands above your head and spread your legs.”

  His deep voice sends a thrill down my spine. I love when Tyler’s tone is demanding. When I hear it, I become so eager to please him.

  Once I’m positioned to his liking, he moves behind me.

  “You have me so fucking hard, baby.” I hear him stroking himself and grin to myself. Tyler grabs my waist as he slides against my pussy, coating the tip with my juices. “Hang on.”

  He pushes inside, slow and easy at first, then pulls out before sliding back in. The intense feeling has my head falling back on my shoulders. Tyler drops his mouth to my neck, fists my hair, and continues thrusting. His other hand slides up my arm, and he threads our fingers together.

  “Fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart. You and me.”

  “Always,” I say around a moan.

  Tyler switches from hard and fast to soft and slow. It’s enough to drive me wild, and by the time my orgasm builds, I’m crying out his name. Slipping his hand between my legs, Tyler rubs my clit until I fall over the edge again. Tyler squeezes my breast, kissing up my throat before capturing my lips. As he whispers sweet nothings, I fight to catch my breath and unravel for the third time.

  It’s too much. But so goddamn good.

  “I love how responsive you are, baby. Your body craves my touch,” he growls.

  “I can’t get enough,” I admit. “We could hibernate in here all winter long, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

  “That sounds like fucking heaven,” he says against my mouth.

  Before I can respond, he spins me around and leads me to the kitchen. Tyler turns me again until my stomach is flat on the counter. I stick out my ass as he slides back inside me, and I gasp at how deep he goes.

  “Shit,” he hisses, ramming faster. I release a breathy moan as he holds my hips tightly. My pussy clenches, and he pants harder. “Sit.”

  He nearly gives me whiplash as he pulls out and flips me over until the cold marble hits my ass.

  “Jesus,” I say with a laugh, gripping his shoulders.

  “We have one more position to check off your list.” He flashes me a wink, stroking his length before sliding between my legs. “You’re so tight, Gemma. I’m using all the willpower I have not to come yet.”

  Clinging to him, I wrap my arms and neck around him as he roughly pounds me. He’s a saint for keeping up the pace this long, and I want him to unravel with me this time. The buildup is intense, and I’m close again. With my lips to his neck, I press a soft kiss against his skin, then whisper in his ear, “I love the way you fuck me, husband. Come with me.”

  Moments later, Tyler releases a roar of a moan and sinks as deep as he can, spilling inside me. I lean back, my palms flat on the counter as he grabs my hips and pumps into me one more time.

  “Fuck, baby.” His voice is hoarse and sounds even more sexy. “You nearly killed me.”

  I grab his face and bring our mouths together. “And we get a lifetime of that.”

  Hours later, we’re in my bed, naked and tangled in the sheets. We haven’t stopped ravishing each other, sucking and licking, fucking and making love. I’ve never experienced anything like this before, and the fact it’s with Tyler makes it a million times better. The love I feel for him is so strong, and I can barely contain the bursting happiness with every kiss we share.

  “Thank you for marrying me,” I say as I rest my head on his chest. “And keeping me close even when I tried to push you away.”

  He tightens his hold around my back and tilts up my chin. “Thank you for loving and trusting me enough to say yes.”

  “So if we’re doing this—staying married and all—don’t you think a husband and wife should live together?” I ask nervously. Though I don’t know why I’m anxious about mentioning this, I know it’s still a big step.

  “You sure you’re ready for that?” he asks. “I mean, besides us being married and all, that’s making it official-official.” He smiles.
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  “According to the State of Alabama, we’re already official,” I quip. “But yes, I’ve been ready since I was eighteen. Every night, I wanna come home to you in this cottage—where it all began.”

  “You gonna let me do the cooking?” He pops a brow.

  “Just so you know, I can make a mean omelet. Ask my dad.”

  “No offense, sweetheart, but your father is too nice to tell you it’s not good.”

  My jaw drops as I release a gasp. “Just for that…” I lower my hand and cup his balls.

  “Better be nice down there if you ever want me to be able to give you children…” he warns, and dammit, he has a point.

  “Fine,” I pout, releasing him, then wrapping my palm around his length. “You can man the kitchen as long as I control the TV.”

  As I stroke his thick cock, his eyes close, and he’s no longer listening. “Okay, deal,” he stutters out. “Whatever you want.”

  I giggle, increasing my pace. “And you do the laundry and dishes.”

  “Okay, now you’re pushing it.” He chuckles, towering over me until I’m on my back. “No using sexual favors to get what you want.”

  “I thought that was the whole basis of marriage.” I snicker. His lips drop to the shell of my ear, and in seconds, I’m putty in his hold.

  “If that’s the case, then it goes both ways.” His erection presses against my thigh, teasing my clit. “But you’ll probably win because I can’t fucking get enough of you.”

  “Now who’s insatiable?” I recall from the first time we had sex at his place.

  “When it comes to the love of my life, definitely me.”

  “Let me ride you,” I demand. “And cuff you to my bed so I can take full advantage.”

  “Never thought I’d want to be handcuffed again…” He lingers, and I mentally slap myself for being insensitive. “But in this case, I’m all for it.”

  “Shit, I’m sorry. I’m a horrible wife.”

  Tyler wraps his arm around me until he flips us over, and I’m straddling his waist. “Not possible. Get those cuffs and have your way with me.”

  Laughter spills out of me as I watch the man I love more than anything put his wrists together. I find the handcuffs I got as a gag gift, then lock them around him.

  “Guess I can do whatever I want to you now…” I taunt, walking my fingers down his chest toward his throbbing cock.

  “As long as you remember I’ll be using these on you later,” he counters.

  “I don’t recall that being a part of the deal.”

  “In fact, I might get some rope and a whip for when I really need to punish your ass,” he threatens in a husky voice, but that actually sounds hot as hell.

  Grinning, I lower myself down his body until my mouth is at his cock. “That’s the kind of honeymoon I can get on board with. But you have to feed me in between.”

  For the next forty-eight hours, we stay hidden inside the cottage, enjoying each other and Tyler’s delicious cooking. By Saturday evening, my phone is loaded with missed calls and text messages. Everyone thinks I left for Hawaii yesterday, and as soon as the news spreads that I didn’t, the gossip mills will be running wild.

  “I suppose we should tell Everleigh and Katie we got hitched,” I say as we curl up on the couch after eating his famous chili.

  “Who do you think will freak out the most?” He laughs. “I think Katie will flip her shit that you didn’t invite her.”

  I shake my head in disagreement. “Oh, your sister, by a landslide. She’s gonna ask a million questions, including when we’re giving her a niece or nephew, and if we’re having a real ceremony.”

  “Yes.”

  I blink. “Yes, what?”

  “Yes to both. A niece and a nephew. And if you want a big country wedding, then I’ll give that to you too.”

  I blink again. “You’ve already thought about this?”

  “I’ve thought about you for years.”

  “You’re perfect,” I tell him, bringing my lips to his. “I don’t need any of that as long as I have you, but if you want one, then I say let’s do it.”

  “We have time to figure it out.”

  “True. Okay, let me get Everleigh and Katie on a group call so we can hear their squeals.” I chuckle.

  Once I have them both on the line, I say, “You both there?”

  “Yes,” they respond in unison.

  “Aren’t you in Hawaii?” Everleigh asks.

  “Did you murder Robert already?” Katie snickers, and I hold back laughter.

  “I’m not in Hawaii,” I blurt out. They both start freaking out, and I haven’t even gotten to the exciting stuff yet. “Okay, listen. I have a bet going with someone, and I need your help with it.”

  “Where are you?” Everleigh asks again, ignoring me.

  “I’m at my cottage,” I tell her so she’ll calm the hell down. “Just wait, and I’ll tell you everything.”

  She groans, growing impatient with every ticking second.

  “So the bet is which one of you will freak out the most when I tell you this particular news. Okay, ready?”

  “This is weird, Gem.” Katie blows out a frustrated breath. “But okay, I’ll play.”

  I cover my mouth with my hand so they can’t hear my fit of laughter. Once I’ve calmed myself, I clear my throat.

  “Robert’s and my marriage wasn’t real, which is why I’m not on the honeymoon, because I got married beforehand.”

  The line goes silent, and I check the screen to make sure I didn’t lose them.

  Finally, Everleigh speaks up. “You were legally married to someone else before the wedding?”

  “Yes, that way I could get Robert to sign the deed over to me, and I didn’t have to actually marry him.

  “That’s fucking brilliant!” Katie squeals. “You played him! I should’ve thought of that.”

  “Wait!” Everleigh shouts between Katie and me laughing. “Who’d you marry?”

  “Well, it’s someone I know you’ll both like…” I tease.

  “Ruby?” Katie shouts.

  I snort and make a mental note to have Tyler call her later. “No!”

  Tyler’s dying next to me, trying his hardest to keep quiet.

  “Oh my God…” Everleigh drawls out. “Did you marry my brother?”

  “Hey, sis,” Tyler says.

  “Holy shit!” Katie shrieks. “You and Tyler got married? No fucking way…”

  “Are you serious?” Everleigh’s voice shakes, and I can tell she’s nearly in tears.

  “Yep. He helped me come up with the whole plan. Got Robert out of town for a couple of days to get my shit back, put up security cameras, and scammed him into giving me the property.”

  “That’s some genius shit right there,” Katie says.

  “Are you guys staying married? Or…what’s going on?” Everleigh asks.

  Tyler and I look at each other with stupid grins on our face. “We sure are,” Tyler responds. “I’m moving in with Gemma, and we’re starting our life together.”

  “I have goose bumps!” Katie squeals.

  “I’m so happy for you guys!” Everleigh’s full on crying. “And how dare you not tell me this beforehand! For two miserable fucking weeks, I had to watch my best friend make the worst decision of her life, and there was nothing I could do. I’d hate you both right now if I wasn’t so damn happy you’re finally together.”

  “Sorry, we had to keep it a secret so there was no way Robert would catch wind of it before he signed on Monday.”

  “Then I kept her hostage for two days to…” He pauses, waggling his brows at me, but I shake my head at him to keep his mouth shut.

  “Yeah, yeah. To bang each other’s brains out.” Everleigh groans.

  We talk and laugh for the next ten minutes before we end the call. I’m so happy, my heart feels like it’ll burst out of my chest.

  “Who should we call next?” he asks.

  “What about your friends Liam and Ma
ddie?”

  “Hmm.” He ponders it for a moment. “How would you feel about telling them in person? Maybe over Christmas?”

  I instantly perk up. “I’d absolutely love that, Mr. Blackwood.”

  “It’s no Hawaiian honeymoon, but I promise to give you everything you deserve. Including a real wedding ring.” He rubs over my bare ring finger.

  “Being your wife is all I ever wanted,” I say truthfully. “The rest is just a perk.”

  Our lips collide, and I taste the wine we had with dinner tonight. “I love you, Mrs. Blackwood.”

  “I love you more.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  TYLER

  SIX WEEKS LATER

  “Good morning, beautiful,” I whisper into Gemma’s ear as she curls into my chest. The sunrise is barely over the horizon, but today, we’re flying to Sacramento to visit Liam and Maddie for a week. They have no idea Gemma’s joining me or that we’re married.

  Maddie’s gonna lose her shit.

  I’m excited to see both them and the kids.

  “It’s too early,” she mutters. “And cold. You’re nice and hot. Keep me warm.” She slides her palm down my stomach and inside my boxer shorts. I chuckle, knowing exactly where it’s going to lead.

  “We don’t have time, baby,” I warn when she brushes her fingers along my half-erect shaft. “You didn’t finish packing last night.”

  “Mmm…I can throw some sweaters and jeans in a suitcase within two minutes.”

  My chest rumbles with laughter because there’s no way she’ll do that. It’s taken her a week to pick the three outfits she managed to pack.

  “You know we won’t be able to fool around when we’re there, so we need to before we go.”

  “Gemma, I literally heard them banging every single night when I was there. Trust me, us going at it in their spare room would be payback. Actually, now that I’m thinking about it, we should just so I can finally get even.”

  She laughs before sliding her leg over mine and straddling my waist. “So let’s have a practice quickie. Lord knows you haven’t mastered that yet.”