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“Please start, baby. Don’t let me down now.”
I wanted to get to Tyler’s house a little early and surprise him when he got home since he’d given me a key. Maybe I could even take Bono for a quick walk. God, I loved that dog. I set the Legos I bought for Mason beside my purse, squeezing my eyes shut as I turned the ignition.
“Thank you, God.” Fortunately, it started.
Twenty-five minutes later, I pulled into Tyler’s circular driveway. I looked at the building blocks set, feeling a flutter of anxiety about bringing them. I’d ask Tyler what he thought. It really wasn’t a big deal.
Bono charged me with immediate sloppy kisses the minute I got the door unlocked. “Come on, Bono. Let’s go get you a treat, sweet boy. Then maybe I can take you for a quick walk before Daddy gets home.” We walked into the kitchen. Daddy? What a strange thing to say.
Tyler was sitting at the table staring outside. His hair was messy and I was positive he’d been running his hands through it. He looked tired, but there was something more. He was upset. Something was definitely wrong.
For seconds, I stood perfectly still and quiet, just watching him gaze through the French doors in deep thought about something unknown to me.
I didn’t make a sound, yet that fact made no difference. He knew I was there. Slowly, he turned toward me, his small smile setting my feet in motion toward him. He patted his legs, motioning me to sit, and I fell onto his lap and pulled my arms around his neck.
“Angel.” He lifted my free hand and brushed his amazing lips over my fingers.
“You’re home early,” I said. “Is something wrong?”
Tyler had two facilities now. There were professional differences between him and Doctor Dylan James Martin. Tyler called him D.J., and things had seemed perfectly fine at first, yet Tyler had mentioned the new doctor wasn’t skilled enough to run his second location. He didn’t talk much about his business, but I knew the second doctor that was making a move from Houston hadn’t gotten here yet, so I figured this was what he was stressing over.
His chest inflated with a heavy breath before pulling me in for a gentle kiss. I immediately felt the unsteady pulse racing through his chest.
A stir of emotions in his expression, I blinked up. “Tyler?”
“It’s my father. He wants to see us. The sick fuck suddenly remembered who we are.”
“Oh. Well … maybe it might be for the best, baby. Maybe—”
“Best for who? I’m not going,” he growled. His words were harsh and filled with resentment. I ran my fingers through his hair, smoothing some of the messy strands.
“I don’t need to see that fucked-up bastard. And Mason sure as Christ doesn’t.”
I kissed the top of his head and cupped his tired-looking cheeks between my hands. I loved the soft emotional side of Tyler when we were having pleasant or even non-pleasant conversation, just as much as the controlling lover he became when we were intimate.
“Tyler, don’t you realize it could be the last time you ever see him? Maybe this could give you the peace you need. In some odd way, maybe it could help Mason too.”
He didn’t respond as he reached for my breasts and ran his amazingly talented fingertips across them, turning my nipples into hard stiff peaks.
“I need you, angel.”
No hesitation, I stood, taking his hand in mine. With my head against his shoulder, I led the way to his bedroom. Just inside the door, he took my wrists, bringing them out to my sides as he pushed himself against me. I rocked into him, taken by this mutual burning and ravenous unstoppable need we had for each other.
“What I realize,” he breathed, lowering his forehead against mine, “is that you mean everything to me, Alexa Bohmann.” His stiff erection twitched against my belly and I let out a small whimper.
“What I also realize is that I need you… and this… every day. I need to see you walk through my kitchen in the mornings with your hair in a mess from sleep and sex. I need you curled up asleep against my body when I wake up before you.” He released my arms and gripped both sides of my butt with his large strong hands, pulling me against him tighter. I swayed into him. His hard palms grasped my backside through my thin leggings, gliding lazily. My God, I loved this man.
I didn’t speak. There was no call for words. Tyler needed hard and fast. Control. Power. He needed me to succumb. He was the strength between us, but right now, I wanted to be the strong one. I wanted to erase the guilt stabbing at him.
I blinked up at him, not saying a word. I didn’t need to say a thing. He got me. He knew.
Tension clenched through his strong chest. I wanted him so much. “No, Alexa. You don’t want this. Not this way. Just let me hold you for a little while.”
I pressed my hands against his chest. My heart was breaking knowing how upset he was. Thoughts of his past eating at him made me want to cry. And I knew exactly what I wanted. To hold him. Kiss the onset of emotion he was fighting. And most importantly, let him know how much I loved him.
“You’re completely wrong, baby. I do want this. I need you. You need me. We’re a team now. That’s what we do, Tyler.”
“I’m so angry right now, angel. I don’t want to hurt you.” He waved his hands, warning me not to touch him.
“Tyler, you’re hurt. You’re upset. You lost your baby sister. Your dad beat you and sexually assaulted your brother. He tore your family apart. You’re entitled to feel angry. Don’t you realize I love you? I’m not worried about you hurting me. I’m only worried about what you’re feeling.”
Chapter Forty-Three
Tyler and Alex
“Don’t you cry, Mason. Take it like a man.”
The sick son-of-a-bitch left the words branded into my head. They never left. Neither did his voice. Nausea rose up my chest as I remembered that day. My brother on his stomach with his head buried in his pillow. My father—his fucking father—on top of him, his hands locked around his shoulders.
I never understood why Mason didn’t just beat the living fuck out of him.
But he didn’t.
Now, for the rest of his days, he’d have to live with that.
* * * *
“Strip. Take your clothes off, Alexa. On your knees.” He pointed to the area beside his bed. I did as he asked, slipping my clothes off before sinking down onto the plush rug that covered the floor.
I could hear him rummaging through his armoire, my heart racing at the thought of what he was planning.
Quick to return, he laid something down on the table alongside his bed.
“Alexa.” He was suddenly in front of me, still dressed in scrubs. I blinked up to see the outline of his hard erection popping through the thin material, licking my bottom lip, my mind spinning.
He placed a hand on top of himself, studying me with his beautiful eyes. His body language telling me everything, I reached for his hand, sliding it to the side as I let my fingers wander across the thick veins of his steel hard length, before I lowered his scrubs. Longing coiled inside my belly at the sight of his beautiful bare hard erection as it sprang free. Hard and thick, it was already shiny with beads of pre-cum.
Wickedly turned on and filled with lust, there was something else too. I wanted Tyler to make love to me. I wanted to hear him whisper he loved me in my ear. I wanted to whisper it back. I wanted that closeness. That bond.
But this was what he needed. Me on my knees. The control. The feel of mastery and authority. Nothing else mattered right now – except him.
He guided my head toward his glorious erection. I licked the liquid off and teased the tiny slit with my tongue, looking up into his troubled, but beautiful eyes.
He groaned. “Baby, that’s so good.”
I eased his length between my lips, the primal-sounding groans coming from his throat telling me I was doing exactly what he desired. He stared down at me, holding onto my hair, then started pushing in long deep strides, taking his frustrations out on my mouth in powe
rful unyielding thrusts. Allowing me to be an outlet for the hell and torment filling his head.
His eyes were dark and gray. Still and unmoving. He reached for my cheeks, gripping them tight while he delved inside my throat. The clutch on my face was hard. His eyes began easing back. He was very close to reaching his release. Then he pulled out, motioning toward the bedside table that held a flogger he’d removed from the armoire.
“On the bed.” His voice was low and gruff, filled with caution, even though his eyes were bleak and inconsolable.
I crawled on the bed and rolled onto my stomach, bracing myself for what he was about to do.
For some reason, it hit me. I knew exactly what Tyler needed.
It wasn’t a flogger.
“My ass, Tyler. You said you wanted it. I’m ready for that.”
He went still, staring at me for long seconds, his thick-veined shaft wet at the tip.
“Alexa. We don’t have to do this. Not now.”
“That’s where your wrong, Tyler,” I countered. “We do … and we will. I’m absolutely sure about this. You’re the only man that’s ever touched me there. I want you to be the last. I know you won’t hurt me. I trust you.”
He leaned over and kissed both sides of my butt, my nipples stiffening into achy points.
“Lift up a little more, angel.”
My heart thundering, I raised my ass and he slid his tongue around my drenched slit and then up around my tightened hole.
“Tyler … that feels good.”
He licked the small circle around my butt and rubbed his finger over my hardened sensitive clit.
“Relax, baby. You have to loosen up if you want me to make this good for you. Hang on just a minute.”
He reached for something in his bedside table. I assumed it was lube. He spread something cold and wet inside and all around me, then slid a finger over my wet mound.
“Remember, Alexa. Stop is all you need to say. I’ll never force anything on you. All you have to do is say the word and it ends.”
He slipped a finger into my tight asshole, easing it in deep, but gently.
“That feel good, baby?”
It did feel good, in a weird taboo kind of way. The sensation was strange, but I liked it.
“Yes. It feels good, Tyler. I’m ready.”
“Never be afraid to tell me to stop if you need to.”
He eased on top of me and slowly slid in just the smallest bit. It pinched. I tensed at the unfamiliar sensation.
“Breathe out, baby. Take one extra-long breath. It only hurts when I push through the tight ring of muscle.” Holy freaking hell!
I exhaled and he grabbed my clit, stroking and teasing as he pushed through the hellish ring of muscle.
My God. I’d never felt such pain. I grabbed the pillow, closing my eyes and dropping my head, trying to breathe my way through the burn. Determined to give the man I loved more than anything what I knew he needed.
Me … surrendering all control.
“That’s it. That was the hard part, angel.”
I loosened the grip on the sides of the pillow and relaxed. He slid all the way inside, groaning against my neck. Somehow, my body was able to accept his large size and I was unexpectedly turned on by that. I eased back into him and he withdrew a little and then pushed back in. This time deep. Hard. He was there. All the way in. Filling my most personal area with the blazing fire from his thick cock.
“Tyler, please…”
“Stop? You want me to stop, angel?”
“No. Don’t stop.”
He groaned and thrust into me again, reaching for my clit and trailing his thumb gently over the hard tip. I trembled as a moan rolled up my neck, my resistance fading.
“God, baby. You’re so tight. You feel perfect around me.”
Breath was charging out of his lungs with every thrust. He was so hot, so damn sexy in everything he did. I felt no shame or humiliation as he pounded into me faster and deeper in all the right ways, taking his pleasure in my most sensitive opening. His thumb left my clit and plunged deep inside my sex, blissful magnitude ripping through me as I cried out, seconds from shattering into climax.
“Tyler.”
He quickened his pace, powering inside me with deep steady strokes. He was deep. Every inch he had was buried inside me.
“I’m going to come deep inside you, angel.”
“Oh God,” I whimpered from his words, everything tightening as he pushed deeper.
Even though I knew what we were doing was frowned upon and probably wrong on more levels than one, I arched my back in pleasure even more, opening myself for him in the most intimate way I knew. Another tremor ripping through me, I gave less than two shits about anything else other than Tyler … and myself. Together in our private domain. Sharing anything we wanted. There was no need to bring on guilt. No judging. What we had was fierce. Untamed. It was beautiful.
“Oh God, Tyler!” I thrashed with the sensation, falling to pieces as an orgasm spiraled through my body in a fierce rush as I spasmed around Tyler’s rock-hard erection. This time, making it hard to breathe.
“You’re so damn beautiful.”
He grabbed both my hips, reeling in his own bout of pleasure as he moved hard and deep inside me, growling my name against my neck.
“Christ…” He erupted inside me, his grip on my hips tightening as the sensitivity in my body grew even stronger. For seconds, I didn’t move, only relishing in the sensation of warm semen spurting inside me that seemed to go on and on as his body ruthlessly pulsed with release.
My body finally fell forward and he collapsed against my back, sticky with perspiration. He kissed the nape of my neck and gently backed out of me.
“Are you okay, baby? Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
He turned over onto his back. I reached for his mouth.
“I love you so much, Tyler.” My eyes slipped shut, burning with emotion.
“Hey. Look at me, angel.”
Our eyes stayed glued as we both realized exactly what had just happened. This deep link between us was growing every day. It was boundless. It was eternal.
Neither of us needed to say anything. We both felt it.
Tyler kissed the left side of my cheek. “I love you. Don’t leave me again. I want you here every day. Move in with me, Alexa.”
With the smallest groan, he closed his incredible lips over mine, every single notion I’d ever had that things couldn’t work out between us laid to rest.
Chapter Forty-Four
Alex
Move in? Did Tyler really ask me to move in with him?
My body tangled between his, his lips were still on mine, his eyes open, blazing with loving gratitude.
“Knock, knock. Tyler—”
“Holy fuck! Mom and Mason are already here.”
Tyler leaped off the bed, pulling a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved Henley from his closet in three seconds flat. I’d never seen him move so fast as he tugged his pants on and shoved up the sleeves to his shirt. He didn’t bother with underwear or shoes, only running his hands through his hair. He leaned over and kissed me.
I giggled against his lips.
“Find something amusing, angel?” He teasingly pinned me against the bed. I didn’t know if it was the adrenaline from what we had just done, the fact that he’d asked me to move in with him, or just knowing his mother was only feet away and I was naked in her son’s bed, reeking of sex. Either way, I was relieved that his sullen mood seemed to be gone.
“You’re so freaking hot … and I’ve never seen you move this fast before.”
He broke out with a slow-moving smile and wiggled his eyes at me. In my opinion, he was literally the hottest man to ever walk the planet. His perfectly shaped face and gemlike eyes. And his lips. Beautiful. And swollen. God, I loved him.
“I’m only hot for you, angel.” He released his grip.
“I better get to the kitchen before my mother marches up here and sees you nak
ed in my bed.” He walked toward the door as I stared at his muscular ass. He looked over his shoulder, winking.
“God, I love you, woman.” His voice was soft. It was sensual.
He pulled the door shut as a broad grin covered my face. I couldn’t stop smiling. I could hear the faint sound of him talking to his mother. No underwear under his jeans. No shoes. No socks. Jesus. The walk of shame. I was going to amble through the kitchen with Tyler’s mother knowing fully what we’d just been doing.
I jumped up, taking another quick glance at Tyler’s bed, messy from sex, smelling of us. I started a shower. I had to at least rinse off. No way I could face his mother otherwise. I squeezed some of Tyler’s body wash and ran it over my body. Smelling like him was inescapable and the thought made me warm again, loving the fact that I had his scent on me. I pulled my clothes back on and did what I could with my damp hair. This was going to be so transparent.
I made my way to the kitchen, instinctively stopping at the sound of Tyler’s mother crying.
“I just thought maybe it would help us all move on, Tyler. The doctor has suggested we see him. This will probably be the last time he recognizes anyone. Please do this for me, sweetheart.” I wondered where Mason was and if he was in on this conversation. I stayed in the hall. This was a discussion between family.
“I’ll think about it, Mom. Let’s just eat. I have something I have to take care of later this evening.” His voice was subdued, but short. He wasn’t comfortable talking about this.
“Alexa! Hi.”
Apprehensive, I ambled in the kitchen. Crystal smiled, her face still streaked with tears. Until now, I hadn’t really weighed the effect all this had on her. So worried about Tyler and Mason, now my stomach swirled as I considered the agony she’d endured all these years. Losing a daughter. A marriage. Her family. Dealing with a troubled son.
I felt myself turning bright red as I struggled looking Tyler’s mother in the eye. She knew exactly what we had just been doing. Well, maybe not exactly.
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