“From what I heard, you go the other way now,” Tyler replies. “Oh, you think I didn't know? I bet you got used to being someone’s bitch while you were in jail.”
Tyler's goading him, and it works. Thomas throws the first punch, but being a neighborhood tough guy is nothing compared to a professional athlete, and Tyler catches him with a punch to the gut that doubles him over before nailing him with a right cross that drops him.
Tyler backs away, but someone's already called the cops, and in this part of London the cops respond quickly. A siren bleeps, and rotating blue lights flash in the afternoon light, a cop getting out of his cruiser already. Tyler looks, and shakes his right hand, where I can see two knuckles busted open. “Shit.”
“Thanks for posting bail.”
“You're my boyfriend, and you were sticking up for me. There's no way that I couldn’t.”
“Still, to get arrested,” Tyler groans as he climbs into the Mustang. “Coach is going to be pissed.”
“Most likely, but I think he’ll understand. You didn't throw the first punch.”
“Yeah, but I wasn't deescalating either. You know I was egging the guy on.”
“He deserved it,” I say flatly as I get in as well. “Now, let's go back to the hotel. It's a little late.”
We drive back, and up in the room Tyler lays down, his forearm over his eyes. “Coach is going to fucking kill me.”
“Yet you don't sound like you regret what you did,” I say, lying down next to him. I lean over and kiss Tyler on the lips, gentle and loving. “I was touched by what you did. You took my bogeyman and chopped him down to size.”
“Then I have no regrets,” Tyler says, taking his hand off his face and turning to me.
We kiss again, coming together in slow little increments, taking our time. When his hand comes up to rest on my breast again over my shirt, I chuckle. “Chocolate and batteries.”
“You said that before. What’s that mean?”
“It was the closest thing I could come up with back then to explain to myself how you made me feel when you touched me. Sweet and electric, chocolate and batteries.”
Tyler hums and kisses me again. “There's no words to describe how you make me feel. You're just . . . April.”
“Just April?” I tease, and he laughs.
“You’ll never be just April,” Tyler murmurs, then stops. “Wait . . . we can't.”
“Why?”
“No condoms.”
I chuckle and push him back. “Good. I don't want one tonight. Regardless of the consequences… nothing’s going to stop me.”
Tyler looks me in the eyes and nods, coming to his own decision.
We kiss again, and Tyler trails his lips down my throat, nibbling on my neck as his hands find my breasts again, his fingers working their magic as I pull him on top of me. I can feel him swelling inside his jeans through the shorts I'm wearing, and as he pins me to the bed, still so careful with his weight, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling on him more. “My man…”
Tyler pauses his kisses on my throat and hums. “I like that, your man.”
“You are my man.”
Tyler pulls his knees up and sits back, looking down on me with my legs still wrapped around his waist. He slides his hands under my t-shirt, pulling it out of the waistband of my shorts, his fingers leaving electric trails on my skin as we stare into each other's eyes. This is a first for me, and I wonder if it is for him as well. He said so . . . but then again, there's the lawsuit.
Fuck the lawsuit. To me, to Tyler, this is our first time unprotected, taking the thrills and risks that have added true flavor to making love since the beginning of time. His fingers find the front clasp of my bra and unhook it, leaving my breasts naked to his touch, exploring and tweaking my nipples until I am lost in a haze of moans and whimpers, it feels so good. My legs unwrap themselves, and my eyes close as Tyler pushes my shirt up and lowers his lips to my breasts, sucking and licking hot sparks of arousal that shoot through my entire body. I'm nearly incoherent when Tyler lifts his head up and pushes my leg over, turning me over onto my stomach. I know exactly what he wants, and I want it too, getting onto my knees and reaching down, unsnapping my shorts and shoving the zipper down.
Tyler's behind me, his hands finding the waistband of my shorts and pulling them down, my pussy steaming hot and wet from his attention to my breasts. Still, he's careful, helping me off with my shorts before lowering his mouth. I can feel his breath on my pussy, and his tongue snakes out to lick teasingly, lightning shooting from the tip of his tongue directly to my brain, explosions of pleasure going off with every sweep of his tongue. “Tyler . . .”
“Yes, my love?”
“Fuck me. No gentleness tonight. Fuck me.”