LEXI
“Do you want a drink?” I whisper, uncomfortably aware that we are right outside Gabe’s door.
“I’d love one.”
There’s no ignoring the bulge in his pants in the same way that I can’t ignore the ache between my legs or the dampness in my panties. I want this man and, unless I’m really misreading the signs, he wants me, too. But, since he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to make a move and I’m determined to do this right this time, maybe it’s best if I put a little distance between us right now.
I step back and then lead him away from Gabe’s door. “I’ve got margaritas,” I say once we’re in the kitchen. “The ones from Don Juan’s.” I open the pantry and pull a bottle off the high shelf.
Ty takes it from me. “They sell that stuff?”
“Yep. They’ve got their own brand and everything. See?” I point to the name on the label.
“Don Juan Margaritas,” Tyler reads and then makes a face. “Would you look at that.”
“We’ll have to drink them over ice. The blender would wake up Gabe. Does that work for you?”
“Of course.” He sidles into the kitchen and grabs me by the hips. “But first, I need to kiss you again.”
I manage to put down the bottle of Don Juans without having to look at the counter. Ty kisses me, his mouth more insistent this time, and I return the kiss just as voraciously. He lifts me off the ground and perches me on the counter. I wrap my legs around his waist while he cups my face in his hands, turns my head, and kisses down my throat. Long before I’m ready to be done, he pulls back, smiling.
“Glasses?” he asks, his eyes glinting mischievously.
“In there.” I point to a cabinet and stare in appreciation at the muscles in his back and shoulders working as he pulls out two glasses and fills them with ice. I hand him the bottle and he kisses me again, his tongue darting out to meet mine before he pulls away to twist open the lid.
“I can do that all night,” I say as he pours.
“Do what?”
“Kiss you.”
Ty hands me a margarita. “Be careful what you wish for. You might just get what you want.” He steps up to me, fitting ever so nicely between my legs.
I take a drink. “Since when is getting what I want a bad thing?”
“I never said it was.” Tyler drinks, his eyes never leaving mine.
“You really are everything I remember,” I say. “No. Scratch that. You’re more than I remember.”
Ty draws his eyebrows together. “I hope that’s a good thing.”
“It’s very much a good thing. I remember you being charming and funny. I remember enjoying your company so much I didn’t want to leave your side after you walked up to me that day on the beach. I remember you being sexy. My God, so fucking sexy. And you’re still all those things. But, I’m discovering you’re also genuine and real and determined to do the right thing. You’re good with Gabe, better than I could have hoped.” I shrug. “You’re all that and a bag of chips.”
“That’s a rather high bar you have set for me. I hope I can live up to all that.”
“Done. Completed. Tada. You win. You don’t have to reach for that bar, you are the bar.”
Ty takes a long drink and then puts the glass down on the counter. “I used to write letters to you, you know.” He laughs lightly and looks away. “And by used to, I mean I still do. When I’m overseas, or when I’m lonely, or when I just need someone to talk to, I write you a letter.”
His words touch me and I put my hand on his. “Why me?”
“Because you stuck with me. I thought about you every single day in the weeks after I left you in the Keys. I obsessed over our time together. I couldn’t stop wondering if you were thinking of me, too. I jacked off at night thinking about the way you felt, your body, your skin...” He trails off and looks apologetic.
“Would it bother you to know I was the same way? I couldn’t get you out of my mind. Couldn’t figure out why you would disappear on me when things felt so real between us.” I lower my eyes. “And I masturbated to you, too.”
Ty leans in close. “First of all, I am so sorry you had to wonder why I left. I swear I left a note. I hate the thought of you wondering why you weren’t good enough for me to stick around.”
I hold his gaze. “It’s not a big deal. Not now.”
“Still. I hope you know now that I didn’t want to leave you.” His grin goes wicked. “And second of all, you masturbated thinking about me?”
I nod. “I did. A lot.”
“Damn, Lex. That’s something else about you that will drive me crazy.”
“I like the idea of driving you crazy.” I take a drink. “So, anyway, about these letters. How many are there?”
He looks surprised. “You know, I never counted.”
“When do I get to read them?”
For the first time, Ty looks genuinely put out. “Read them?” He shakes his head. “Never.” He laughs, self-conscious. “I wrote them to you but never intended you to read them. There’s a lot of me in there, you know? The parts I don’t like to have out in the open for people to see or know or judge. The private parts that make up the darkest parts of me.”
“What if I want to know those parts? What if I want to know the things that make the impenetrable Tyler Reed afraid? A person isn’t all one thing, you know? The good parts, the bad parts, the strong parts, the weak parts … we’re all made up of so much more than we want to share with the world, despite what our Instagram feed looks like.”
Tyler makes a face that says he agrees with me. “True.”
“I wonder what it would be like to have a person you didn’t have to hide from. And I mean you in the universal way right now. Not just you personally, but all of us, myself included. What if there was a person who knew everything about who we are? Would it be amazing? To be so naked and stripped bare in front of each other?” I shake my head. “I don’t know. Maybe it would be intimidating, but there’s a part of me that thinks it’s the way things are supposed to be. You know, drop all those social pretenses and just be.”
Tyler leans in. “And you want to be that person for me? That person who gets to see deep down into my soul and know all the things that make me what I am?”
I nod. “I think I do. Every little bit I learn about you only makes me want to know more. And something tells me there are so many layers hidden beneath this perfect exterior with the award-winning smile. I want to unravel you.”
Tyler kisses me, trailing his lips along my jawline and across my mouth. His hands trail up my legs, his thumbs gripping my inner thighs. “I want to unravel you, too,” he says and then bites my earlobe.
“Is that a yes?” I ask. “I get to read the letters?”
“Only if you’re a very good girl.”
“Oh, Ty. I promise you, I’ll be very, very good.”
He growls his approval and slides his hands further up my legs while he kisses down my chest. “You’re wearing entirely too much clothing.”
“So are you.” If his body is anything like I remember it, then I need to see more of it, and now.
There’s a flurry of movement and the rustle of fabric and we are undressed, our clothes in a discarded heap on the cheap tile floor of my kitchen. Ty swipes his drink from the counter and steps back, his erection straining towards me. He is perfection. His broad chest and shoulders. His chiseled abs and oh, shit, that V right at his hips. His thighs are strong and muscular.
He takes a long drink, his eyes on my body. “Look at you, up on that counter with your legs spread for me. You’re everything I need, Lexi. Everything.” He takes another drink and then steps between my legs to put the glass down on the counter. He runs his hands up my thighs.
“They’re so cold.” Goosebumps travel across my flesh and when his chilled finger swipes across my slit, I drop my head back and a moan escapes my parted lips before I can clamp my mouth shut.
“Does that feel good?” Ty parts my lips and strokes my clit and my hips buck at the sensation. “I have an idea,” he says before stepping away and opening the freezer, giving me a delicious view of his ass, one of the few parts of him that isn’t tan. He grabs an ice cube from the bin and pops it in his mouth before he kneels in front of me, using his hands to spread my knees even further.
He draws his tongue across my pussy. It’s chilled from the ice and I slap a hand over my mouth and hum my approval. He looks up at me, that devious smile brightening his face and then pulls the ice from his mouth and slides it past my lips and into my opening. I clench around it, unsure how I feel about the intense sensation. He doesn’t leave it there long. Oh no. After only a few seconds, he’s on the move, running the dripping ice cube up around my slit and then spreading my folds to expose my clit. The ice burns like fire and I swallow a scream, but when he bends and goes back to using his tongue, licking and sucking and caressing the frozen parts with his warmth, I melt into him, rolling my hips against his face.
He alternates between the ice and his mouth. Water drips from my legs to the counter and an orgasm builds. I need friction. Movement. I need him inside me, thrusting again and again because holy fucking shit I need to come. Now.
“Please, Ty,” I say. “Please, I need to come.”
“Do, it baby.” He flicks his tongue across my clit and slides his fingers into my opening. “Come for me, Lexi.”
“I want to come on your cock.” I hold eye contact with him as he stares up at me, his gaze heated, his tongue and fingers still working my aching pussy. He has me so close. So. Close. “Please.” I don’t recognize my own voice, need and lust and desire has thickened it and I do everything but purr.
He bends down to dig through the pile of clothes for his pants and pulls a condom out of his wallet.
I shake my head. “I hate the way they feel. I want you. All of you.” I spread my legs. “I’m on the pill.”
Ty gives me a long hard look and then drops the unopened packet on the ground only to bend down and grab something else. He strides over to me, his eyes hard and cold as steel. When he shows me my panties balled up in his hand, he grins. “Open your mouth.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m going to make you want to scream.” He grabs his cock in one hand and runs it over my clit. “And you absolutely may not scream.”
I open my mouth, ever the good girl, and he shoves my panties into place. His eyes capture mine for one second that might as well be an eternity. I stare into them and I swear, I feel myself falling. Hard. Fast. He presses his tip against my opening and then grips my hips as he slides himself into place. I moan against the lace fabric in my mouth and he comes to an abrupt stop. I need more of him, all of him, but he won’t move, not even when I try to slide my own hips forward.
“Not a sound,” he says, his own voice low.
He’s so big and he fills me so completely, there’s no fucking way I can keep quiet but I nod and do my absolute best to be a good girl.
He moves again, sliding all the way in until his hips meet mine, and then he gives my ass a hard yank. I’m full. So full it hurts and then, blissfully the pain recedes, replaced by nothing but pure pleasure. I wrap my legs around his ass and clutch at his back as he picks up speed.
“You like having my cock inside you, don’t you?” he whispers into my ear.
I nod, stifling a moan.
“I wonder where else you’d like me to put my dick?” He thrusts ever deeper and I pull back enough to make eye contact. I know exactly where I’d like to have his cock. Anywhere he’d like to put it. My body is his playground and I hope he plans on taking full advantage.
I dig my heels into his hips again, urging him to move faster, harder. He complies and I feel that first little fluttering of an orgasm. My eyes roll shut as I drop my head down onto his shoulder, my breasts pressing against his sweaty chest. He lifts me off the counter, gripping my ass so hard I bite into the ball of panties to keep from crying out. He’s in complete control now, lifting me up only to impale me again and again. I sigh as an orgasm overtakes me. My thighs grow wet with my own juices and Ty moans in appreciation.
“Did you come for me?” His voice is sin, low and raw and the absolute definition of lust as the stubble on his chin rakes the skin near my ear.
I nod, falling even further over the edge. Losing myself to the physical pleasure of sex, and the emotional pleasure of it being with him, and the spiritual pleasure of whatever the hell this is between us. Ty picks up speed and then abruptly stops, holding me close while he’s still buried deep inside me. He lowers me down to the cold tile floor, using our balled-up clothes as a pillow beneath my head.
He hooks my legs over his shoulder and sits upright before he resumes thrusting. My eyes go wide and the receding orgasm speeds back to life. He holds my gaze and, as ecstasy overtakes me, he smiles. The warmth on his face does me in and I come undone, arching and writhing beneath him.
Ty chases his own release until finally he grits his teeth and closes his eyes. “I’m close,” he says.
Good. I’ve had my release, now I want him to have his. Much to my confusion, Ty pulls out and straddles my waist, high up near my rib cage, his slick dick resting between my breasts. He grabs them and pushes them together before he starts pumping his hips. His cock slips between my breasts and I don’t know why, but it feels so good. He tightens his grip and I lift my head to see his crown pushing out past my skin over and over again. I smile up at him, pleased by how much I like this new experience.
His eyes roll back and he looks up to the ceiling as he comes all over my neck and chest. After he shifts his weight back, I prop myself up on my elbows and stare down at the mess as it slides down towards my belly button.
“That is so hot.” Ty’s gaze is locked on my body but he slowly brings it up to meet mine. “That was okay?”
I nod. “That was more than okay.”
He stands and pulls a handful of paper towels off the roll before bending over me to clean me up. “Did you know you liked to be titty fucked?”
“I did not. That was a first.” And I hope it won’t be the last. “You feel free to do that to me anytime you want.”
“Like I told you earlier, be careful what you wish for.”
Ty finishes cleaning me off and I stare down at my body. “Feel like taking a shower with me?” I ask.
“You mean, do I want a chance to keep looking at you naked, but this time with the added benefit of you being wet and glistening and covered in soap?” He puts a finger to his chin. “Gee. Let me think…”
I laugh lightly and extend a hand. “Help me up? I don’t think my legs work.”
Ty grins and helps me to my feet. I wobble a little and he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, running his hands up and down my back. The closeness feels amazing and I lean into him and rest my head against his chest. This is good. I don’t know what to make of it, considering he’ll be leaving Brookside in just a few short days, but right now, this is very wonderfully, dangerously good.
Ty’s dick bounces against my stomach and I stare down between us, shocked. “Already?” I ask.
He grins sheepishly. “Just looking at you is enough to get me going, but with your naked body pressed against mine? I’m a goner.”
I look for something to say but my body responds to his and I’m just as ready for another round as he is. I grab his hand and lead him towards the bathroom where we lose ourselves to pleasing the other until the water runs cold.