Unrequited

by Kimberly Dean

  “Ty,” she panted. “I can’t take much more.”

  His voice sounded even more constricted. “Neither can I.”

  His fingers fisted in her panties and tugged down. Her breath caught at the idea of him seeing her this way. Still, she shimmied her hips as he worked the restricting material down her legs. She gave a hurried kick and sent her underwear flying.

  Flipping her hair, she looked over her shoulder at him. His concentration was total as he rolled down her hose.

  Trista knew she should be scared. At the very least, uneasy. She hadn’t planned to take a new lover tonight. Certainly not her former brother-in-law. As much as she’d resisted, though, she was suddenly happy it was Ty seducing her.

  She trusted him.

  And his relentless pursuit had proven to her how badly she wanted him. “Please,” she begged, losing all sense of shame.

  He raked a hand through his mussed hair as she lay before him, naked and vulnerable. “I’ve got to warn you, baby. This isn’t going to take long.”

  “I don’t care.”

  The world spun as he caught her hips and rolled her again. She moaned as he yanked her to the very edge of the bed. The friction against her back was like fire.

  So was the heat between her legs.

  His cock bobbed as he caught the backs of her thighs.

  “Hurry,” she said.

  “Help me.”

  She knew what he wanted. Lifting her legs, she started to wrap them around his waist. She only managed to loop one before he caught the other in the crook of his arm.

  Uncertain, her gaze flashed up to meet his. The lines of his face were rigid. Gradually, he lifted her right leg up to his shoulder.

  The position was unfamiliar, but the strangeness sent Trista’s heart to beating. It about slammed through her rib cage when he positioned himself at her opening and began to slide in.

  “Oh!” she gasped. “That’s…That’s…Ahhhhh!”

  “Good?” he grunted, straining to go slow.

  She didn’t want to go slow. Not like this. Closing her eyes, she grabbed the coverlet beneath her and lifted her hips. Her thigh muscles clenched greedily, and he slammed home. Her cry of satisfaction filled the small room.

  “Fuck!” Ty exclaimed.

  It was too late to stop. His control had been shattered. Catching her by the bottom, he lifted her until only her shoulders were braced against the bed. His hips swung in a wide arc as he fucked her hard.

  Trista writhed as the pressure inside her grew. Their bodies heated, and the back of her leg became slippery against his chest. The denim and zipper of his jeans bit into her other leg, but the minor irritant only added to the sensations swirling inside her. Her climax was coming fast, and it was coming like a dragon.

  Ty swore as their coupling became even more insistent. His hands bit into her hips and he watched intently as his hungry cock disappeared into her again and again.

  It seemed like forever, but it was over fast. Trista arched like a bow as ecstasy overtook her. Ty lasted for a few more thrusts, but then he was grinding into her and throwing his head back.

  Soon the only sound in the room was that of harsh breathing.

  Trista felt limp. Wrung out. When Ty eased her back on the bed and fell down beside her, she couldn’t move. Breathing had suddenly become the most taxing thing in the world. “Is it always like that?” she panted.

  “We’ll just have to…” he said, stopping to inhale deeply, “keep trying and see.”

  At last, they worked around until her head was on a pillow and her body was fully on the bed. Ty still hadn’t recuperated. He lay exhausted with his head on her breasts.

  “Damn,” he said. “I meant to get my pants off that time.”

  It was such classic Ty, she almost giggled. It just took too much energy. She smiled instead and brushed his hair back from his forehead. The familiarity was becoming easier and easier. “We’re not going to make it all night.”

  The challenge made his head snap up. “Want to bet?”

  He still wasn’t moving quickly, but he managed to sit up. Leaning over, he got rid of his work boots. She did giggle when he had to stop and sit with his forearms braced against his knees. Teasingly, she poked her toe into his muscled side.

  He looked at her with one eyebrow lifted.

  It was amazing how fast the man could move once motivated. He stood up and his jeans and white briefs came off in one fell swoop. The look that settled onto his face when he slowly crawled up over her, though, wiped the smile right off her lips.

  He looked like a predator—and she was his prey.

  “You’re dangerous,” she whispered.

  “So are you.”

  Watching her with his eyes sparking, he lowered his weight onto her. Trista’s awareness jumped. He was heavier than he looked. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his toned body. He was all muscle.

  And heat.

  It seeped into her, and she shifted. He let her get comfortable until he settled on her for real. The feel of him made her bite her lip. She was so close to coming again, it was unbelievable.

  “It feels good, doesn’t it?” he said softly. He was so attuned to her, he could read her with a glance.

  She looked up at him shyly. Their legs were entwined. His sex was tucked against hers. Their stomachs were sealed together, and her breasts cushioned his muscular chest. It didn’t just feel good.

  It felt right.

  And that scared the hell out of her.

  Ty found himself in unfamiliar territory. He worked in a dangerous profession. He lived hard, had rowdy friends, and liked to push the limits. As tough as he was, though, he could feel fear breathing down his neck.

  Everything was on the line tonight.

  Everything.

  He’d been infatuated with Trista for what seemed like forever, but he’d made a move before he’d been ready. Before she’d been ready. That little dweeb Cliff Nealon had pushed up his schedule, but there was no turning back now.

  He had this one chance to let her know how he felt.

  One chance to give her so much pleasure, it bound her to him in a way words couldn’t reach.

  He looked down at her as she lay beneath him. The way her silky body cushioned his made it hard to think. Moonlight shone through the window, softly lighting her delicate features. She was watching him with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty—yet her pleasure was impossible to hide.

  Those lavender eyes of hers killed him…Always had.

  Carefully, he raked his fingers through her hair. It was spread like a dark curtain on the pillow beneath her head. Damn. He’d never been jealous of a pillow before. He suddenly wanted to feel those velvety strands stroking across his skin.

  He needed to slow down.

  Everything had been like gunfire tonight, rapid-fire and explosive. He needed to take his time. To enjoy her.

  “What do you like, baby?”

  Her hands paused, low on his spine. “What?”

  His concentration was momentarily broken. An inch lower and she’d be cupping his ass. Taking a steadying breath, he looked into her wide eyes. She’d heard him. “What do you like?” he repeated. “Sexually?”

  Her color darkened in the cool light and, beneath him, he felt her squirm. It made his cock jump. She wasn’t the only one who was responsive. All he had to do was look at her, and he got hard. Touching her? It was a wonder he could remember his own name.

  “I want to satisfy you,” he said quietly. Rolling slightly to the side, he worked his hand between their tightly pressed bodies. Watching her closely, he cupped her breast. “Tell me what feels good. What turns you on?”

  For a moment she looked dumbfounded, but that surprise rapidly turned to embarrassment. Ty felt himself stiffen with anger—but not at her. Had Denny never asked her that? Had he never put her first? He knew his little brother could be self-involved, but was he really that big of an ass?

  He booted the thought right out of h
is head. Even if he was, Denny didn’t deserve to be in this room. He’d let her get away, and he wasn’t getting a second chance. Tonight, it was all about Ty and Trista. One-on-one.

  “Tell me,” he whispered.

  “I can’t,” she said, clearly horrified.

  “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He forced his body to relax when he felt hers grow tense. He wanted her to be comfortable with him, to trust him in this area like she did others. Looking down, he watched as his thumb worked her nipple. “Your breasts seem sensitive. Do you like to have them sucked?”

  A soft sound left the back of her throat. It made him look up at her sharply, but she hastily turned her head away. His determination strengthened. If there was one thing he couldn’t resist, it was a challenge—and he wasn’t going to let her shyness spoil this. He kept fondling her, tickling and pinching the already stiff bud. He didn’t let up until she gave him a jerky nod, confirming what he already knew.

  “Licked?”

  Another quick nod.

  “Squeezed? Tell me,” he insisted. “I want to hear it.”

  He watched as she swallowed hard. It made him want to ease up, to let her off the hook. Something inside of him, though, wouldn’t let him. He needed her to take this step. It was important for both of them.

  At last, she hesitantly turned back to face him. “I ache there,” she whispered. “Whenever I get…aroused.”

  His thumb and forefinger tightened automatically. Knowing it and hearing it were two different things entirely.

  “And not just the nipples,” she stressed, wanting so much that she forgot her embarrassment.

  His cock got hard so fast, his balls throbbed. It took everything inside him to keep from thrusting into her right then and there.

  “That’s right, baby,” he said through clenched teeth. “Tell me what you need.”

  Giving her what she wanted, he flattened his palm over her. Slowly, he ground her breast in a tight circle. She moaned and lowered her hands to his backside.

  Ty swore when she massaged him there. Uncontrolled, his head dipped onto the pillow beside hers. He’d had some pretty vivid dreams about her, but nothing had prepared him for her touch. He felt like he’d died and gone to heaven.

  Sinners’ heaven, for sure.

  His persistent boner nudged against her wet pussy—but she didn’t pull away. It didn’t escape his attention.

  “What about you?” she whispered.

  That wasn’t hard. “All you have to do is breathe, Trista, and I’m turned on.”

  Sliding down her body, he took position over her breasts. He felt his mouth water as he looked at her. When he’d told her she was perfect, he hadn’t been lying. She was full and firm, with a shape tailor-made for bikinis and wet T-shirts. In all his fantasies, though, he’d had to wonder about her nipples.

  They didn’t disappoint.

  Red and perky, they begged for his attention. Carefully, he rubbed his whisker-covered cheek against her. The prickly contact made them spear straight up at him. For a moment, he forgot his head.

  “Did you ever think of me like this?”

  The moment the question slipped out, Ty wanted to pull it back. Damn! There was no good answer to that. Either she admitted to what she’d consider adulterous thoughts or he’d just set himself up for a massive hurt. She went quiet for too long, and his stomach dipped.

  “I was married, but I wasn’t dead,” she finally said. Her voice was so soft he could barely hear her. “I didn’t consider you for myself. I couldn’t. But I did think about setting you up with Kelly.”

  His head snapped up. “Your business partner?”

  She bit her lip. “I thought you two would make a cute couple.”

  The idea of it was so ludicrous, he found himself actually laughing. Of all the words that had ever been used to describe him, cute had never been one. “Cute is for teddy bears,” he said, deliberately lowering himself over her again. “But I’m the big, bad wolf.”

  Bracing himself on his elbows, he caught a breast in each hand. They plumped as he pressed them together. She let out a soft cry that sounded like an invitation to him. Determinedly, he dropped his head.

  “Oh!” she gasped when he blew against one stiff nipple.

  He gave her no time to prepare before his tongue snuck out and raked across the distended tip. The sensation was so good, they both shuddered. He felt her hands slide up his back and tangle in his hair. Giving in to a need he’d had too long, he opened his mouth and started suckling.

  “Tyyyyy!”

  The room heated as he feasted on her. Bedsheets crumpled. Moans blended with sighs. He licked and nipped until his cock was straining for her. Beneath him, Trista was a molten mass of need.

  The pressure was suddenly on to make things perfect.

  He wanted to give her everything she wanted. Inside and out of the bedroom.

  With effort, he lifted his head. “What position, baby? What’s your favorite?”

  Her body undulated as she tried to bring his attention back to her breasts. “I don’t care!”

  The possibilities made his head spin, but this time was for her. “Trista, tell me how you want me.”

  Her eyelids drifted closed, but she was too far gone to be timid anymore. “From behind,” she whispered. “I like it from behind. Deep and slow…”

  Ty felt himself grow tight. A woman after his own heart. “On all fours?” he asked, nearly choking on the words.

  She shook her head.

  “Ass lifted?” He’d already begun to roll her. “On your belly?”

  The protracted sigh gave him his answer.

  Desire reared up inside him, but he tamped it down. He was going to ride her long and slow, just like she’d asked.

  And he’d keep going until she was his.

  Reaching out, he grabbed a pillow that had been bumped from its spot along the headboard. Circling his arm underneath her hips, he lifted her. Deliberately, he slid the pillow underneath her. It propped her up at just the right angle to drive him crazy.

  Ty felt his heart lodge in his throat as he brushed her hair to the side. She’d put so much trust in him, it was humbling. Wanting to keep her at that fever pitch, he settled his mouth at the base of her neck. She trembled.

  “Spread your legs wider, honey.”

  He took his position as her legs hesitantly slid open to accommodate him. Then he was directing himself at her notch. She was so hot and slick, he almost forgot himself. Only her sigh of pleasure kept him in check. Bracing himself with a hand on each side of her on the mattress, he began to slowly fill her.

  Her neck arched as her head came off the pillow. “Oh, Ty.”

  “Feel good?” he grunted.

  “Yes,” she groaned, relaxing back down.

  He felt the pulse pounding in his temples as he slid into her to the hilt. She stretched so tightly around him, he worried that he was hurting her. The way her body shifted to take him eased his concerns.

  Almost leisurely, he began thrusting in and pulling out. He kept the strokes elongated so she felt every centimeter of him—and he felt every centimeter of her around him.

  God, there was so much he wanted to give her. So much he wanted to share with her. He let his body lower until she took more of his weight. Her bottom cushioned his heaviness and accepted the brush of his balls almost eagerly.

  “That’s right, baby. Let it take you.”

  He felt the protective side of him surge. The small bedroom cocooned them, increasing the privacy of their connection, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew what problems they faced outside that door. It was going to take other people time to adjust to the change in their relationship. He didn’t want anyone else’s prejudices affecting her, though. He’d protect her from as much of it as he could.

  Moving slightly to the side, he stroked his fingers down the arch of her spine and into the crevice of her bottom. Using his hips, he spread her cheeks. She tensed when he caressed the small, purs
ed opening of her anus.

  “Easy,” he murmured. He knew she liked it. She’d nearly come apart when she’d watched him touch her there in the mirror.

  He rubbed her bud again and again until she became comfortable with the touch. Only then did he slide it lower. He tickled her swollen pussy lips, making her even more aware of him. Then, gently, he stroked her opening where it was stretched so widely around him.

  She let out a cry as her control shattered.

  Easing his hand underneath her, he wrapped his palm around her pubic bone. His fingers tangled in her curls and began searching for her clit as his thrusts from behind became more aggressive. With each inward stroke, their bodies slapped together.

  “Ty!” she cried out mindlessly.

  The feel of her so uninhibited gave him hope. In this, he finally had her.

  He rubbed her clit relentlessly as she quivered and swayed. Finally, he felt her body tense. He was coming when her climax hit. She arched beneath him, and he spurted into her for what seemed like an eternity.

  At last, he lowered his weight onto her. Their skin clung. He felt her ragged breaths…heard her thudding heartbeat…

  It felt good.

  It felt right.

  Giving in to the feeling, he rested his head on the pillow beside hers. His lips brushed her ear as the truth finally came out. “I love you, Trista.”

  Four

  When he woke up later that night, Ty found himself alone in the bed. Instinctively, he reached out to Trista’s spot next to him. It was cool. Uneasiness pricked at the back of his neck, and it brought him fully awake.

  Shit! What had he done?

  Pushing back the covers, he went in search of her. She wasn’t in the master bedroom, and she wasn’t on the couch. Her car was in the garage, but the house was dark. Where had she gone? He was in a near panic when he found her sitting on the steps of the back deck. Bracing his arm against the wall, he waited for his heart rate to slow down.

  Damn, why did he have to be such a bull in a china shop?

  He hadn’t meant to pressure her. It had just slipped out.

  He watched her uncertainly through the sliding glass doors. She looked so small and alone out there. Everything inside him pressed him to go to her, but what the hell was he supposed to do? Hadn’t he said enough already?