Falling for Tyson

by Erica Breyer

  He sat staring at the blue light of the screen, tapping his thumb on the gas tank as he waited. Moments ticked by. Nothing. He pulled on his helmet. A group of spectators had left the entrance and were heading in his direction. He cursed under his breath. If they spotted him sitting here, he’d never get away. He slid the phone into his pocket and turned the key in the ignition, feeling the engine rumbling beneath him. He sighed…and then stopped. A flash of red had caught his eye across the parking bay. The dress. That red dress.

  Cassie.

  He was off the bike and sprinting towards her before he’d had time to think things through. She was leaning against the side of her car, resting her forehead against her arms.

  “Cass!” He was at her side. Pulled her around gently to face him. She kept her head lowered, not meeting his eyes. “Cass,” he murmured, raising her chin with his finger. “What’s going on? Why did you leave?”

  She shook her head, not answering. Her beautiful eyes were swimming with tears, and it tore his heart to shreds. He cupped her face in his hands, stroked his thumbs over her skin.

  “Oh, angel, you need to speak to me. I can’t fix it if I don’t know what’s wrong,” he whispered.

  She swallowed, closed her eyes. “That…that woman. Is she…someone special to you?” she whispered back.

  He blinked in confusion, then understanding dawned. The blonde in the swimsuit he’d had to peel off his chest. He vaguely recalled the promotional tour they’d been on with the group the previous year. The marketing team had hyped up the pictures of the pair of them together, and she’d lapped it up. But that had been it – he’d never even thought of going there. Clearly, she had. Dammit.

  Tyson shook his head. “No,” he said. “Absolutely not, Cass,” he kept her face in his palms so she couldn’t look away. “There’s only one woman in my life…and that’s you.”

  Her eyes widened. “Me?” she said, her voice tiny.

  “Yes, you, my incredible, crazy woman,” he smiled. “Can’t you tell?” Why did she need so much convincing?

  She shook her head, looking bemused. He was lost in those huge, dark eyes. Those lips… He felt their pull, magnetic, lowered his head until his mouth brushed hers. Her lips parted beneath his, and the moment was so sweet he sucked in air, inhaled her.

  He drew back an inch. “Come home with me,” he breathed.

  She nodded, lips still parted. His mind spun for a second; he hadn’t thought this through. He took a step back, one hand on her shoulder – as if holding her in place. Some part of him still felt she might bolt like a startled deer if he let his guard down. He reached for his phone and hit speed-dial. It was answered almost immediately.

  “Max,” he said briskly, “I need you to get my bike back to my place. It’s in my regular spot. Keys are in the ignition.” He paused for a moment, listening to the voice on the other side. “Tomorrow morning’s fine. Just get to it now, or some lucky bastard’s gonna score himself a Harley.”

  Chapter 16

  They drove in silence. He’d taken her car keys from her unresisting fingers, guided her into the passenger seat, and taken the driver’s role. It seemed like the right thing to do. But after that, he ran out of ideas, driving on rote back to his apartment. He didn’t know what to say. It seemed that she didn’t either. He’d reached for her hand and pulled her fingers over his thigh, holding her hand there with his palm.

  When he led her to the front door, he was sure he should say something, but all the words that came to mind just felt like they would complicate things. She was so damn unpredictable. The lights were off in the apartment, and when he moved to flick the switch, she stopped him, gazing up at him in the darkness.

  “Tyson…” The shadows played across her features, and he stared down at her intently. “Don’t break my heart, okay?”

  “Ohhh…sweet girl,” he breathed, cupping her face, “I will never…”

  “Promise?” she smiled hesitantly.

  “Pinky promise,” he smiled back, and somehow the tension eased. She was standing in the moonlight, eyes glittering up at him, lips parted. He dropped his head and covered her mouth with his, and she softened against him. He stepped into her, pressing her further into the room, stopping when he felt her bump up against one of the couches in the living area, then pulled her up to deepen the kiss. She met it with a hunger that almost surprised him, but it felt right. Everything felt right.

  Her fingers were splayed over his chest, sliding down to the hem of his shirt. She ran her hands under the fabric, stroking his skin, exploring. He stepped back, eyes tracing her dimly lit lines…the curve of her shoulders, the swell of her chest. He tugged at the top of her dress – that red dress – and it slid down, revealing a shadow that was black lace.

  He sighed, tracing a fingertip along the line of the lace. She shivered, holding his eyes in the half-light, and he slipped a finger beneath each bra strap and slid them down her arms. He reached behind her to unhook the catch of her bra and let it drop. Soft flesh burst free, and he had to look down. Had to see how his hands cupped those mounds.

  ‘Yeah, I’m a breast man,’ he thought…and he was abundantly blessed. Her nipples were hardening against his palms, pert cinnamon tips that prodded his skin demandingly. He brushed his thumbs over them, then bent his knees, dipped his head, and sucked on each one, in turn, swirling his tongue around the puckering nubs. She had her hands in his hair, holding his face against her chest, and for a second, he was engulfed in sweet woman scent. It was heaven. He might stay here forever…but she had other plans.

  Cassie’s hands were running over his shoulders now, pressing and kneading. It had been at least an hour since the fight, but he still felt like his muscles were on fire, thick and surging; her touch was cool, yet it heated him. She was tugging at his shirt, and he stepped back, pulled it over his head to allow her access. It was her turn to sigh, her eyes traveling hotly down his torso.

  “You’re beautiful,” she whispered, and he smiled.

  “I think that’s my line,” he said. Her fingertips were stroking down his belly.

  “Every inch of you…is perfect,” she said, those fingers stroking lower. A tightening in his groin reminded him that there were inches she had yet to explore…more inches with each passing movement of those tormenting fingers. Her nails grazed the top of his pants; he groaned, and it had nothing to do with the darkening bruises that shadowed his ribcage. She tugged at the waistband and slid her hand inside, beneath his shorts. Her palm slid around the girth of his shaft, and she paused, eyes widening as they met his.

  “Oh!” she dimpled up at him. “Hello, big boy…” she murmured, then slid down his torso to get better acquainted with the ‘boy’ in question. Tyson stroked her hair and watched as she knelt at his feet and pulled his pants down his thighs. He grit his teeth when she pressed soft lips against the head of his cock and felt it jerk in response. When she licked the tip, he had to stop her, gently pulling her up. He was never going to last if she kept on like that. A sense of urgency was building, and he wasn’t going to ignore it. It had taken too damn long to get to this point.

  Her dress was still bunched beneath her breasts, and he pulled at it, growing impatient. It wasn’t as elastic as the sundress she’d worn before…that day, when he’d tasted her. He could still remember her sweet tang, and it only fueled his fire now. Dammit…this dress had to go! He yanked harder, and she put a hand over his.

  “Don’t ruin it…it’s not mine,” her voice was hoarse. He didn’t care; he’d buy another one…all of them…all the red dresses in the world could be hers. And he’d rip every one of them off her. “There’s a zipper…at the back,” she was saying. She turned around and swept a dark wave of hair from her shoulders with one hand, revealing the little metal tab. He tugged at it, and the damn thing resisted…finally slid down. Then the dress was pooling around her feet, and Cassie was standing with her back to him in black lace and high heels. His breath caught. Her skin glowed in the mo
onlight, and he stroked his hands over her curves in a way that was almost reverential. She could have been one of the women on the 50s posters he’d collected as a teen, pinning them lovingly onto his walls.

  Barry had called him a freak.

  “But they’re classics,” he’d objected, not adding that they’d fed a thousand adolescent fantasies. But there was no time to think of Barry right now. He had his own living, breathing pinup girl right here in front of him. He pressed his palms against her back as he slid them to her shoulders, and she bent forward slowly, echoing the movement he’d taught her that day at the gym. It seemed so long ago now.

  Cassie was stretched forward over the back of the pale fabric of the couch, her ass covered by just a thin barrier of lace. High heels raised her onto her toes, giving him a tantalizing view of the paradise that nestled between her thighs. He kept stroking his palms along the smooth lines of her back, and she moved sinuously beneath them, the motion swaying her butt in a way that mesmerized him.

  She glanced back over her shoulder at him and licked her plump lips, giving him a look that could only be interpreted as an invitation. He didn’t have to be asked twice. He toed off his shoes, slid his pants the rest of the way down, and kicked them aside. Then ran his thumbs beneath the waistband of her panties and inched them down her thighs, lowering himself behind her. She shivered as the air hit her hot flesh. There was a little of his breath mixed in with that air…for a moment, he was eye-level with her glistening sex, and the temptation to bury his face there was overwhelming. But ‘Big Boy’ down below was going to object if he didn’t get to the point.

  He stood up in a smooth movement and grasped his shaft in his fist, sliding the tip along the slick slit of her pussy. Cassie mewled and spread her thighs wider, parting those wet lips and pressing back against him. The head of his cock slid in an inch as his breath hissed between gritted teeth. She bit out a moan and pushed back at him, her ass bobbing.

  It was more than he could bear; he hadn’t planned to rush things, but her body was pulling at him, and he groaned as he thrust in to the hilt. Cassie’s breath came out in a rush, and she dropped down onto the couch, her guttural cry muffled by the fabric. He stayed motionless for a second, savoring the sensation of hot wet velvet clasping around his cock like a vice.

  ‘Sweet…so sweet…’ Sensations were whirling around him, but for now, the world was centered around that place where they joined. Tyson’s brow furrowed; he took her hips in his hands and held her steady as he slid out and then pushed back in. His fingers were biting into lush flesh, and the globes of her ass jostled fluidly as he moved. There was just enough light to see how her pussy stretched and spread around his shaft as he thrust in and out. Cassie lifted onto her elbows, reached a hand back to him, nails raking down his ass to the back of his thigh. ‘God!’ It was a fantasy made real… Almost too much—

  “Fuck…” he bit out. He felt his balls tightening and knew he wasn’t going to last long. “Fuck!” he groaned again, sweat beading on his brow. He was going to bust his load like some horny teenager before she’d got there. ‘Barry…now you can think of Barry…and tax returns…’ He scrunched his eyes closed to block out the sight of her abundant curves. ‘Barry and paperwork…boardroom tables…kittens… Wait, kittens? What the fuck…whatever! Slow the hell down!’

  Cassie was making those short sobbing sounds that had colored his dreams since the day of the family barbecue. He knew those sounds. She wasn’t far off either. He reached a hand around her hip below the curve over her belly, fingertips seeking and finding the little bundle of nerves nestled in those dark curls. It did the trick. Cassie gave a strangled cry and collapsed face-down onto the couch. Tyson thrust forward, buried so deep they were almost one entity. His balls clenched again, and he felt himself explode inside her, the spasming walls contracting around him. His toes curled and his back arched.

  “Jesus…Cass…Cassie…” He couldn’t make out the words she was saying. It didn’t matter…he knew what she meant.

  ✽✽✽

  Cassie couldn’t breathe. She didn’t want to. She wanted to float on the cloud that had surrounded her since the moment he’d slid into her depths. But eventually, her lungs objected, and she lifted her head. Tyson reached for her arm and gently lifted her up against him. She wanted to whimper as he slid out of her, but she guessed they couldn’t stay that way forever.

  ‘Why not?’ her body yelled.

  He was turning her to face him, still teetering on those heels. It didn’t occur to her to kick them off. His arms folded around her, and he held her against his chest. That beautiful, beautiful chest. There was so much of him to explore. She was going to map him out with her fingers.

  Later…maybe later. Now his lips were moving over her face, his fingers brushing her hair back from where it clung to her damp cheeks. A blissful languor was spreading through her, making her limbs heavy. She’d never come so hard in her life.

  She leaned against him for long moments. She could have slept standing on her feet. But then he stiffened.

  “Shit,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I…uh…didn’t think about…”

  ‘What?’ He wasn’t going to make her start guessing games now, was he?

  “Protection,” he finished. “I’m clean…I mean, I get tested…for the fights. But…”

  She nodded. She donated blood and always knew her status. “It’s okay,” she said softly. “It’s fine.”

  “So, you’re on…”

  She knew he didn’t want to say ‘birth control’. It just seemed like the wrong time. “It’s okay,” she said again. Faulty incubator…was there really a need to explain it?

  “Let’s go to bed,” Tyson whispered against her lips, and she nodded. Cassie didn’t object when he slid a hand behind her knees and picked her up. Picked. Her. Up! She curled an arm around his neck and rested her cheek against his shoulder as he carried her to the bedroom and set her on the bed. He knelt at her feet and slid her shoes off while she sat there, still silent. It wasn’t a moment for small-talk. He drew back the covers, climbed in beside her, and cradled her against him as sleep descended.

  ✽✽✽

  Later – hours later – he woke her with kisses, and her body woke too, beneath the touch of his hands. It was tender and sweet, not the crashing passion of before, but just as good. Their fingers and mouths sought out and explored… traveling new routes…discovering each other…creating their own language of pleasure. Finally, he slid into her gently, his eyes locked with hers in the early morning half-light. And when her moment came, like a slow, burning wave, he devoured her soft cries with his mouth.

  ✽✽✽

  Tyson awoke to the sun on his face the next morning. He smiled and stretched. He hadn’t slept so well in longer than he could remember. Part of him was telling him to get off his ass and get ready for his morning run. If the sun was up, he was already late. Another part had no plans to go anywhere. Something light and delicate was tickling over the skin of his chest. He inhaled and reached up a hand to brush it away, meeting warm fingers on the way. His eyes opened and stared straight into Cassie’s, where she was leaning over him, tracing the lines of ink on his chest.

  “Good morning,” she murmured, sweeping her lips over his.

  “Good morning,” he whispered against her mouth.

  “Sleep well?” she asked, continuing the tracing with her fingertip.

  “Like a baby,” he responded, grabbing her fingers and clasping them against his chest, then reaching his other hand to cup the back of her head. His fingers tangled into the thick waves of her hair as he pulled her over to deepen the kiss. She moaned into his mouth, and he felt an answering clenching deep in the pit of his belly. She broke off the kiss and flicked the covers off of him, eyes trailing appreciatively down the lean, naked lines of his body.

  “Mmmm… A big…hard…muscular baby,” she chuckled and raised an eyebrow. “Did I mention ‘big’ and ‘hard’?”

  What could
he say? He usually woke up this way, but with her naked warmth pressed against him, a raging erection was pretty much guaranteed. He reached out and tugged the covers off her, too, subjecting her soft curves to the same heated examination.

  She ducked her head, cheeks growing pink-tinged. “Stop that, you!”

  He grabbed her wrist before she could try to pull the sheets back over herself, flipping her onto her back. He pinned her hands over her head. “Yeah? Stop that…or what?”

  “Or…” She was grinning impishly, twisting towards him. Soft breasts mashed against his chest. The silky curls of her bare pussy brushed over his crotch. He sucked in a breath. “…I’ll take you out.” Before he realized what she was doing, she’d snaked an ankle around his thigh, flipped him onto his back, and was straddling his hips. He laughed out loud.

  The element of surprise…among other things.

  “Woah! Baby’s got moves,” he chuckled. She had his hands over his head now, and the angle had her stretched over him, full globes dangling just above his mouth. He imagined burying his face between them and losing himself for a few hours.