Chapter 25 Tytus
Chapter twenty-five
Tytus
“We’ve got to get out of here.” Noah settles Sawyer in the back seat, taking care to buckle her in, then peers up at me to confirm that I’ve got her.
I nod quickly, anxious as fuck to get away from JD and the slew of people who whipped out their phones as soon as Eden threw that punch.
Thankfully JD was too slow to react or retaliate.
He stumbled and bellyached but didn’t even try to fight back.
We’d made it all the way to the front door when Cam and Bryant stopped us.
They’d been there all along, sticking close in case we needed backup.
Once they confirmed we were okay and we confirmed they had a way back to campus, we said our goodbyes and headed out.
As Noah and Eden climb into the front of the truck and the engine turns over, I place one arm around Sawyer so her head rests on my shoulder. Then I settle back and try to focus on anything other than the pain in my chest.
It hurts, but that’s nothing new.
This pain is nothing compared to the ache that’s festered for weeks without her.
But now she’s in my arms.
She mumbles, her words unintelligible, but her breathing is even, and she seems okay.
“I’m here, mon ange.” I angle closer and bury my face in her hair on instinct.
When tart apples and warm spice infiltrate my senses, I close my eyes and let out the biggest breath I’ve released in hours. She’s okay. She’s safe.
A loud bang jolts me out of my reverie.
I rear back, and at the same time, Sawyer bolts upright and screams.
Alarm bells blare in my head. No, not alarm bells. That’s Sawyer.
Her drawn-out scream transforms into sobs.
She’s sobbing. I’m shaking.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
My stomach clenches, the urge to dry-heave so strong I can’t help but double over.
The screaming intensifies.
My every nerve lights up, the pain sizzling.
I want to reach for Sawyer—to console her—to pull her into a hug and tell her it’s okay—but I can’t move.
There’s blood and shadows and a looming figure.
Grunts and threats and desperation clogging my throat.
A gunshot.
Always the sound of a gunshot.
It reverberates up my forearms and singes every nerve.
Fuckin A.
My heart hammers painfully, my vision blurring.
She’s still screaming.
Sawyer.
No.
Not again.
“Tremblay.”
I blink several times, then slowly shift upright, once again seeing clearly.
Eden and Noah are both twisted around in their seats, their gazes darting from me to Sawyer then back to her again.
Pain grips my knee.
No—not pain.
A hand.
I drop my head, and an instant later, it’s gone.
“I’m sorry,” Eden says. “You weren’t responding. Like you were locked in your head. I didn’t mean to grab you. I didn’t want to hurt you. Just trying to get you to snap out of it.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod once.
“The sound—”
“It was just a car backfiring,” Noah assures me, horror etched on his face. He’s grasping Sawyer’s hand, trying to calm her, but she’s locked up, too.
He can’t get through to her. Not when she’s like this. But I can.
“I’ve got her.” I scoop up my girl and pull her into my lap.
Her body spasms as she sobs, her chest heaving with so much force I’m worried she’ll hyperventilate.
With a deep breath in, I press my forehead to hers.
“Shh, baby. It’s okay. It was a car. You’re safe. It was a car backfiring. Just a car.”
The tremors slow subtly, giving me hope she heard me. Despite the way my instincts scream at me to sit up and let go, I hold her tighter.
“I’ve got you, mon ange. You’re okay,” I tell her again. Then, on a choked whisper, I add, “We’re okay, baby. We’re going to be okay.”
Silence falls.
Sawyer sniffles, then hiccups.
I exhale, relief washing over me.
She blinks, her tear-streaked cheeks still wet. “We’re not okay,” she whimpers.
The confession breaks me. I swallow down the emotion her words elicits, desperate to soothe her.
Before I can speak, she doubles down. “I’m not okay, Ty.”
The honesty cracks me in half. She’s not okay, and I don’t think I can fix her. For years, I’ve tried. I waited and I planned. I fought against my own darkness and I lost. I’m not enough, and I never will be. She deserves so much more than what I can give.
But I’ll be damned if I don’t pour everything I have into helping her now.
“Look at me.” I grasp the back of her hair and gently angle her face to keep her focused.
“I’ve got you,” I swear. “We’ve all got you.”
Her eyes go wide, brimming with tears once more. “We?” she asks, the one word weighted with hope.
The air feels thicker in the truck, as if the men up front heard her.
Jaw clenched, I rearrange her in my lap, searching for a more comfortable position.
Sighing, she swings one leg over mine, effectively straddling me.
My cock instantly reacts, despite the intense pain and the less-than-ideal circumstances.
“Ty. You said we,” she whines, nudging her nose against mine.
I drag my hands up her back and splay them wide on her shoulder blades. “Noah and Mercer are here, too.”
She gives me more of her weight, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and squeezing me with all her strength.
It hurts. It hurts so fucking much. But if it helps her in some way, I’ll endure.
With her head buried in my shoulder, she releases a choked sob.
“I need them, Ty,” she whispers, the words quiet enough that I may be the only who heard them. “I need them just like I need you.”
“Everybody’s here in the truck,” I repeat. Instinctively, I look up, finding both men watching me, steely expressions in place.
“Noah’s driving. Mercer is helping him navigate.”
Sawyer arches back and whips her head one way, then the other, as if she’s expecting the other men to be sitting beside us. When she doesn’t find either one, she slumps against my chest again.
“Ty… please,” she cries. “I need them.” Her body shudders as another sob escapes her.
“Slide over,” Eden insists.
Frowning, I eye him. It isn’t until he nods at the seat beside us that I realize his words are directed at me.
Keeping Sawyer on my lap, I shift to the left. Before I’ve settled again, he’s crawling over the center console and joining us.
“Okay?” He eyes me cautiously as he settles close enough to comfort Sawyer.
Begrudgingly, I nod.
He inches even closer, then cradles the back of Sawyer’s head. “I’m here, sweetheart.”
I adjust myself, searching for a little more room, but it’s pointless. With the three of us back here, there’s no way we won’t be right up in each other’s space.
“Buckle,” a gruff voice says from the front seat.
“Noah?” Sawyer asks, her glassy eyes filled with hope.
Eden cups her face, the back of his hand brushing my chest in the process, and she instantly leans into his touch, his tenderness and proximity settling her.
With the way she’s so quickly comforted by him, I can’t find it in me to be pissed that he’s invading my personal space.
“Noah’s here, too, sweetheart,” he tells her. “He’s in the front seat. He’s going to get us home safely.”
“Home?” She frowns.
The urge to crack my neck and release some of this tension is strong, but there’s not enough room in this godforsaken back seat to stretch the way my body craves. So I settle for pulling my girl closer and grinding my molars together.
“Noah’s going to take us back to the orchard,” Eden clarifies.
She locks up, her wide green eyes searching my face.
“It’s fine,” I tell her before she can ask, though it takes effort to choke out the words. “We’ll all go there tonight.”
She nods. “Okay.”
I let out a low breath, hopeful that she’ll settle now. But instead of relaxing, she clings to me tighter.
“Okay,” she hiccups. She keeps nodding, as if stuck on autopilot, her focus going hazy and shifting from me to Eden. “Okay. Okay. Okay.”
Dread percolates in my gut.
The professor shifts closer, cupping her cheeks in his hands and studying her eyes, his face a mask of concern.
“Are we finally ready?” Noah asks.
“No. Something’s not right,” Eden replies.
Sawyer is trembling in my arms, muttering to herself as fresh tears pool in her eyes.
“Turn the heat up,” I suggest. “She’s shaking.”
“Assuming she took some form of MDMA, she should be hot, not cold,” Mercer says. His words are harsh, yet they aren’t filled with any kind of malice.
“I—I need…” Sawyer trails off, dropping her head to my chest.
My anxiety flares, but I suck in a breath, steadying myself. “What do you need, baby?”
“I need to feel you,” she says, her round, pleading eyes framed by thick sooty lashes locked on me. “I need to know you’re real.”
My heart thumps heavily.
“Please, Ty. Let me feel you.”
She moves quickly, reaching between our bodies and stroking me through my sweatpants.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my visceral reaction to her causing me to jolt, then bite back a moan. “We can’t.” I shake my head. “We’re not alone, mon ange. You're on something. We’re in Noah’s truck, still in the driveway of the party.”
“Please, Ty,” she begs, grinding against my lap while the soft fabric of her crop top brushes my chest. "I know what I want. You. And them."
I say nothing. I don’t even dare to breathe.
Eyes shuttered, I turn my head and search for a distraction from the way her widespread thighs grind against my cock.
She cries out in frustration, fresh tears erupting from my denial.
Fuckin’ A.
I turn back to her, clutching her upper arms. “Don’t cry, baby. Fuck…”
“You almost died!” she wails, the outburst catching me off guard.
The tremors start again, making her whole body tremble and her teeth clink together.
“You almost died because of what Mercer did,” she sobs, shaking her head, fresh tears falling.
My gut sinks. As if anyone in this car needs a reminder.
The cab fills with tension, a heavy, noxious silence falling over us. Every ache and pain in my body was caused by the man whose thigh keeps pressing into mine.
And yet—
She wants him, too.
No, she needs him. By the way they interact and how reverently he treats her, I know she’s speaking her truth.
I fucking hate it.
But I can’t deny it.
“Please, Ty.” Her mouth brushes against mine, leaving her salty tears on my lips. “Let me feel you. I need to know I’m not dreaming. I need to know this is real.”
Fuckin’ A.
I force down a thick swallow, then survey the man beside me.
I don’t know what I’m hoping to find. Support? Permission?
Eden’s eyes drill into mine, the potent storm of emotions in them ominous.
“Please,” my girl preens, her voice reedy as she bounces on my lap with just enough pressure to send a mix of pain and pleasure zinging through my core.
The professor’s expression hardens. “I’m not going to stop you.”
I balk, nearly choking on a sharp inhale. There’s no way he actually wants me to fuck her in front of him.
“I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable,” I blurt out. “We’ve never—”
“Ty,” Sawyer whimpers, the single syllable halfway between a plea and a sob.
Noah groans up front seat. “Give her what she wants, Tytus. I can’t listen to her cry any longer.”
I swallow, looking from Sawyer to Eden, who’s still glaring like he’d love to shove me back in a storage locker and keep me there for good.
“Do you want to move to the front again,” I ask him. “Or—”
“No!”
Sawyer’s intense reaction makes my heart stutter.
“Please just give her what she wants,” Noah begs.
With a long sigh, Eden nods once. “The windows are too dark for anyone to see in. I’m staying put. Make it quick.”
"You're sure?" I demand, cupping Sawyer's face in my hands.
She holds my gaze and nods. "So sure."
“Fuck it.” Eyes locked with hers, I lift my hips and shove down my gray sweatpants, grunting when pain arcs through me. Then I make quick work of tearing the scrap of fabric Sawyer considers underwear off her body.
With her skirt bunched up around her hips, Sawyer easily lines herself up with my cock. I’m painfully hard, the head already pulsating, bringing me dangerously close to unloading already, and I’ve done nothing more than brush between the lips of her perfect, needy pussy.
“You want to fucking feel me, mon ange?”
She nods frantically as she bites on her lower lip and sinks down an inch, taking my tip inside her warm, wet core.
Every muscle in my body clenches—in desperation, in pleasure, in pain, in exaltation.
I’m inside her.
Fuckin’ A.
I’ve fantasized about this for years.
It’s just the tip, and we have a fucking audience, but I’m in.
I hold still, resisting the urge to slam up into her. I don’t want to take more than she can give in her current state, so if this barely there breach is all tonight surmounts to, it’ll be enough.
“I need more of you, Ty.” She rolls her hips forward and lowers until the first rung of my ladder grazes her sensitive walls. “Fuck. Right there. Yes,” she whispers, her lips against mine.
The kiss startles me, inciting a riot of emotions strong enough to drown me.
She’s kissing me.
Sawyer’s kissing me, and riding me, and whispering that she needs more of me.
As the reality of the situation sinks into my consciousness, my vision goes dark and I detonate, groaning and filling her with my release.
This is all I’ve ever wanted.
Her. All of her, just like this.
“I can’t believe this is finally happening,” I groan as I unload, coating her insides. Warmth trickles down my cock, a blend of my cum and her arousal. The sensation is so surreal it extends my orgasm.
“This is real.” She kisses me again. I’m not sure if it’s a question or a statement, for her benefit or mine. All I know is I’m not stopping for anything now. This is real. It’s happening, and there’s no turning back.
Linking my arms over her shoulders, I pull her into me, seating myself completely. “You’re about to feel how fucking real this is, baby.”