Chapter 65
TYLER
She thought she could leave me? I don’t think so.
She thought she could hide from me? Hell no.
She thought she didn’t have to turn her phone on and let me know she was alive? Over my dead body.
I planned to let her know all of this, except the second we were in her office and I lowered her to her feet, she jumped back into my arms. Her legs wrapped around me, she clung to my shoulders, and I had no choice but to hold on to her.
“Rain—”
“No,” she breathed, raking a hand through my hair.
And then her mouth was on mine.
Fuck.
I could kiss this woman for the rest of my life. But I needed to—I lifted my head.
“Tyler.” She fisted my hair, holding me in place. “No.”
“What?”
“I—I want to say my stuff first.”
Oh. Right. There were things we needed to talk about. I’d forgotten. My hands tightened on her ass. I bounced her in my arms a little bit, and oooh. That felt good. That felt really good.
“Tyler!” Rain laughed, creating some space between us.
Yes. A talk. I looked around her office and saw she had a couch. She had a couch, and this was the first time I knew about it? I went over and sat down, keeping her on my lap. She moved her legs to straddle me and sank down.
Yup, I had to think of anything I could to keep my dick from trying to tunnel its way into her. She smoothed her hands down my chest, biting her bottom lip. I lifted a hand, stopping her from doing that. Her eyes flicked up.
“Only I get to do that,” I explained.
Her eyes flashed, but then they cooled. “Okay. Listen, I messed up.” She tucked her chin against her shoulder, turning away.
I touched a finger to her chin, bringing her back to me.
Such guilt pooled in her eyes. “I couldn’t bring myself to turn my phone back on, and that was wrong,” she said softly.
“I hid, and I isolated, and I pulled away. That’s always been my go-to.
I did that growing up because that’s where I was safe, and I did that when I got older because I kept getting hurt, and I didn’t know what I was doing wrong.
But I shouldn’t have done that with you.
” She gripped my arms. “I’ve been cautious my whole life, and suddenly there you are, and you came in hot and fast. The first time you kissed me, I didn’t know what was happening.
You woke up all these emotions in me that I didn’t know were there anymore.
All my attempts at relationships have failed, and I’d accepted that I’d be alone all my life. ”
That broke me to hear.
She rested her forehead on my chest, and I ran a hand down her hair and back, soothing her.
“You came along, and for the first time, I’m thinking there’s more,” she continued. Her hands slid down to the front of my shirt and fisted it. She lifted her head, and her eyes were glassy. “You are giving me more.” She broke off as a tear slid down her cheek.
I cupped the back of her neck, smoothing my thumb over her face. Yes. There was so much more here. I bent down to rest my forehead against hers. “You can tell me whenever you want. You don’t have to say it all now.”
She drew in a breath and closed her eyes, some tension leaving her body. “You deserve to know it all.”
I framed the sides of her face with both my hands. “We have time. You’re not going anywhere.” I looked into her eyes. “Right?”
She shook her head, a smile breaking over her face. “No. I’m not running anymore. I’m not hiding, but Tyler, you have to know that the way I grew up, I was conditioned to believe no one would want me. I’m messed up in the head.”
“Babe,” I whispered. “We all are.”
She laughed.
I grinned, loving that sound from her.
She wiped the rest of her tears away. “I’m sorry for hiding the last few days.”
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.
“Tyler, I want you,” she breathed, her hand pushing between us to palm my cock. “Please.”
It was that one word. It came out on a whimper, and it broke me.
I yanked her up, tearing her pants and underwear out of the way. She bent and tugged my pants farther down. As soon as my dick hit air, I brought her down on me and slid inside.
I groaned at the feel of her, tight and hot and mine. All fucking mine.
Fucking Christ. I needed to rein myself in or I wasn’t going to last.
Rain rested her chest against mine for a moment before she began moving over me in a slow and deep rhythm.
“You feel so fucking good.” I went back to my mark on her neck. More, more, more. I needed all of my marks on her.
She yanked my hair, pulling my head up to meet my lips with hers. Her tongue slid in, tasting me. She was claiming me right back.
My tongue met hers, caressing. I was going to kiss this woman for the rest of my fucking life.
“Ty,” she gasped, her hips bearing down.
Satisfaction rolled through me at hearing the nickname fall from her lips. I wanted her to say it all the time.
Running my hand over her back, I lifted her shirt, my nails scraping up her spine.
She shivered, raising her head. She looked so sexy—her skin flushed and soft, her eyes hazed over with lust, her lips swollen and pink, shimmering.
I wanted to see all of her and pulled her shirt off.
Her bra was next. I palmed one of her breasts, leaning down to taste her.
She whimpered again, and just as my teeth scraped over her nipple, her walls clamped down on my cock.
I let out a guttural moan, deep in my throat, because that shit felt like heaven, and then she was coming apart in my arms. I held off on my own release, moving inside of her slowly and watching as her climax came over her in waves.
She was beautiful. When she was done and her eyes opened, her lip lifted in a tiny grin.
I smirked back at her. “My turn?”
I didn’t wait for her to respond, just flipped us over so she was lying on the couch, missionary style, and then I went to town on her, pounding and thrusting, deep and hard.
It wasn’t long before my climax hit, and that shit felt good.
Jesus. This woman. Waves of pleasure wrecked me, leaving me panting as I lifted up to gaze down at her.
She slid a hand up my chest, her fingers tracing my muscles to my shoulder, then down my arm until she intertwined our fingers. She pulled me down to lie on top of her.
“I’m not too heavy?”
She shook her head, nuzzling into my neck. “I like you on me.”
I moved a little to the side so I wasn’t crushing her, and as I got comfortable, I looked back down.
She’d fallen asleep.
I reached for the blanket that had been tossed over the corner of the couch and switched us so she was lying on top of me. Spreading the blanket over both of us, I bent my forehead into her neck and closed my eyes. A little nap was a good idea.