Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 121734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
I took that in, needing it to ground me.
Her eyes shifted down. “I shouldn’t have hidden from you.”
“No, you shouldn’t have.” I tilted her head back up again. “But that’s over with, because now I know your ways. I’m going to put a tracker on you somewhere.” I wasn’t kidding, but she laughed as if I were. “Maybe your shoes or your bag.”
So not joking.
“Look,” I told her. “I have things to say to you too. Serious things.”
Her face changed. “What are they? You don’t want to keep doing this with me?” Pain flared in her eyes. Fresh and stricken. “I get it, Tyler. I do. I’m a—”
I sealed my mouth over hers. I needed her to stop talking. Now. She surged against me, and I decided enough was enough. I lifted my head enough to say, “We can talk later, but do me a favor and stop thinking I’m going anywhere. You turned your phone off. It’s not a big deal in the grand scheme of things. I outed us without your permission. Of the two of us, I should be the one hiding, and for everything else, you’ve done nothing wrong. Your dad is a piece of shit. Your brothers are pieces of shit. You are a fucking treasure. So when your brain starts going sideways, tell it to fuck off, okay? For me? Or think, what would Tyler tell my brain to do?” I pressed my forehead back to hers. “Please don’t ghost me again, though. I don’t think I could bear it.”
She studied me a moment, her cute little eyebrows pulling low. “Tyler?”
Should I…? Oh. Fuck it.
I stopped holding back and let it show on my face. “I love you.”
Her eyes got big, really big. “What?”
“I am in love with you, and, babe, I’ve only ever loved five people in my life. My parents, the woman who took us in, and Skylar and Zoey. That’s it.” Well, some of my friends too, but that was semantics. “When I love someone, I will do anything for them, and you’re in there. You got in. I love you, Rain.”
More tears slid from her eyes. She stared at me in wonder. “No one’s ever told me that.”
“What do you mean?”
“No one’s ever told me they loved me.”
“Your mom?”
She shook her head. “If she did, I don’t remember. I have happy memories with her, so she must’ve. But you’re the first person I can remember telling me that.” She pressed against me. “Thank you. I—”
I touched the side of her face. “You don’t have to say it back just because I said it. I didn’t say it for that reason. It’s just the truth. I actually tried not to say it, because I didn’t want to scare you away.”
“I’ll never run again,” she said. “I promise.”
Relief filtered through me. She meant it. I kissed her, loving how soft her lips were and the way she tasted like cupcakes. “Good, because now I’m going to fuck you, and then we need to put in an appearance with the team, because they’re all worried about you too.” I slid a hand inside her pants, moved her thong aside and circled her, feeling how warm and wet she was. “Baby.”
She moaned, moving over my fingers and grinding down on me.
“You’re all wet for me? This is for me.”
Her eyes went glassy again, but with lust this time. She bit down on her lip as my finger slid inside of her. She pressed her forehead into my neck. I grasped her ass. “That’s it,” I crooned, urging her to keep grinding. “Ride my fingers.” I slid a second one inside and a third not long after.
She bore down on them, breathing harshly into my neck.
I adjusted my position to get a better view of her as she rode me, her pink cheeks, her flushed neck, the perspiration forming on her forehead. Her eyes closed, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning. I lifted my fingers to her lip and plucked it from her teeth. A full groan filled the office.
She was glorious.
Tugging her hair, I pulled her head back to taste her throat. I needed to mark her. I wanted everyone to see me when they looked at her. She was mine.
“That’s it. Keep going,” I said between nipping and laving her skin, sweeping my tongue over her. When a good mark had formed on one side of her neck, I pulled her head to the other side and started there as well.
“Tyler,” she gasped, fisting my hair.
She yanked, and I moaned. “Pull harder. I love that shit.”
She did.
Fuck. The pain went straight to my dick. It surged up, trying to get into her through our clothes, and she shifted, rubbing her clit over my cock with my fingers still tunneled up inside of her.