“I’m going to strip you down and get you in a bed,” he breathed into my ear, “so I can see this beautiful body fuck me from on top,”
I dug my nails into the brick, scratching the hard surface. “Yes,” I groaned. “So good.”
He leaned in until there was absolutely no space between us. “I hope you’re on the pill.” His thrusts grew harder and faster, and I backed up into it, my moans, his grunts, and our skin meeting over and over again the only sounds in our little space. “I’m taking you home with me, and we’re doing this all over again.”
I spoke into his ear, smiling. “But I have schoolwork,” I played. “You and I have a parent-teacher conference soon, and you’re not the only parent I have to take care of.”
His eyes flared before falling closed. He was close.
“Your schoolwork and the other parents can wait,” he ordered, grabbing my hair, his breath falling on the side of my face. “You’re still taking care of me.”
My * tightened around his cock, and I opened my mouth, gasping and moaning.
“Tyler,” I cried out.
He breathed hard, squeezing my tit as he moaned. “Oh, fuck.”
And I hunched over, crying out as my insides exploded and his dick rammed my sweet spot, bringing me home.
“Oh, God,” I groaned.
Warmth spread through my belly, and my legs shook from the tingles spreading down my muscles.
My whole body continued to jerk, and my head bobbed back and forth as he kept pounding me from behind.
“Ah,” he growled, and I winced from how hard he gripped my hips.
He yanked me back again, my neck jerking twice as he slammed his cock deep inside me and came. The warmth of his come filled me up, and his ragged breathing fell across my shoulder blade as he bowed his head, trying to catch his breath.
He stayed inside me, and I made no move to separate us.
Holy shit.
The slow realization hit me of where we were and that anyone could have seen us. My body – hot only moments ago – began to cool from my wet clothes, and the soreness between my legs started to feel heavier by the second. My back probably had scratches on it, my ass and hips probably had bruises from his hands, and my panties were a torn scrap on the dirty ground.
But I didn’t care.
I tilted my head, finding his sweet lips and getting lost in his soft kiss.
No, I didn’t care.
Shit.
TWELVE
TYLER
T
he constant rain pummeled the windows, and I blinked awake, the only light in the room coming from the blue glare of the digits on the alarm clock.
Sitting up slowly, I combed my fingers through my hair and wiped away the sweat on my forehead.
Shit, it’s hot in here. The humidity from the rain always made everything so miserable.
Glancing to my side, I noticed the small form underneath the sheet, and I slowly leaned down on one elbow, my heart racing with pleasure at the sight of Easton Bradbury curled up on her side, her hand – palm up – resting next to her face.
Her eyelids, with their thick, brown lashes, rested calmly, with none of her usual little scowls tightening her pretty face. She looked peaceful.
I inhaled a heavy breath, suddenly feeling like the air was too thick.
What the hell was she doing to me?
I hadn’t felt like this in a long time.
Not since the first time I realized I wanted my son and I was losing him.
Christian had barely been a toddler the first time I’d seen him. And for the first time in my life, I finally started to realize there were things I might not be able to have.
And I’d been scared. Exactly like I was now.
Christian smiles so wide his eyes close as he kicks the beach ball with his little legs. His mouth makes an O when he sees how far the ball travels, and he takes off, running after it.
I look between Brynne and him, playing in the park and unaware that I’m there. My heart aches.
My son.
I can barely breathe.
I was driving down St. Charles when I’d spotted her car. I’d glanced around for only a few seconds before I saw her.
And him.
I don’t know why I did it, but I’d pulled over. We hadn’t spoken lately, and I hadn’t seen my son since he was born. I thought about him, but it still didn’t feel like he was real.
Not until now.
I swallow, seeing her pick him up and hold him over her head. He’s only about a year and a half, and I smile, noticing how happy and playful he is.
He looks just like me.
Life was scarier – and harder – when you had things you were afraid to lose.
Reaching out, I ran my thumb down her golden cheek, the skin as smooth as water.
She pursed her rose lips, her soft breathing sweeter than music, and I let out a breath, running my possessive hand down her side and over her ass.
What the hell was I doing? Why was she so damn addictive?
She reminded me so much of myself – the pride, the independence, the stubbornness…
But I rarely ever spent the night with a woman, much less brought them to my house, so why the hell had I done so with her?
I struggled with too many expectations from other people on me, as well as my own, to bring a woman into the mix.