30. Tyler
THIRTY
TYLER
“I’ve missed you,” I admit right before I kiss her. I’m so far gone for this woman, it might be a little pathetic. I saw her this morning before I left for my flight, but it never seems to be enough when it comes to her.
She wraps her arms around my neck and kicks the door shut behind me. I booked us two rooms, but I fully intend on being with her both nights of this trip.
I’m pulling my shirt over my head before the door even clicks shut. She yanks her sweater over her head, and our lips are glued together as I lead her toward the bed. She kicks her pants off and is left in little lacy panties. I love it when she wears these for me. I don’t often get to appreciate them. Most of the time, we’re trying to be quick after I sneak into her room and she’s already been in her pajamas for hours.
But tonight, we have all the time in the world, and I want to enjoy the beautiful view in front of me.
“Will you get on your knees for me tonight, baby?” I ask. She’s blown me before, but I always want more.
She smirks as she lowers down in front of me. “I’d love to.”
I run my hands through her hair as she unzips my jeans and tugs them down. She runs her tongue down the length of my already hard cock.
She takes me into her mouth, slowly at first, warming both of us up. When she’s fully coated me, she takes me in until I’m hitting the back of her throat.
“Yes,” I hiss. “You look so good with my cock in your mouth.”
This spurs her on. She pumps me faster, taking me as deep as she can over and over again. It feels so damn good. Too good.
I glance over to see that we’re positioned in front of the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city. We’re too high up for anyone to see us, but I wish they could. I wish I could claim her in front of the entire world. She’s mine, and I want everyone to know.
When the pleasure builds deep in my bones, I hold her head still before I blow in her mouth. “Lay down on the bed, McKenzie. I want to see how wet you are just from sucking my cock.”
She strips out of her underwear and lays down on the bed, spreading her legs wide just like I like her to.
I run my finger through her core. “Always ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask her. She’s never been shy about telling me what she wants from me.
“Eat me, please,” she begs.
Grabbing her legs, I pull her toward the end of the bed and drop to my knees. I suck her clit into my mouth and watch as her back arches off the bed.
“Tyler,” she calls out.
I insert a finger into her, then another, and finger fuck her while I lick her clit. She grabs at my hair, at the bed sheets, anything she can. I love that I make her lose her mind when she’s with me.
I slide a third finger inside of her, something I’ve never done but that I know she can take.
“Oh my god,” she moans as I stretch her, curling my fingers up and thrusting against the spot I know she needs. Her legs shake on either side of my head until I feel her muscles spasm around my fingers and she comes.
She’s so damn beautiful when she comes.
Once she rides out her orgasm, I remove my fingers and smile at her from between her legs. I love this view of her. Her flushed cheeks, her hard nipples, her chest moving up and down as she catches her breath. She’s a walking wet dream, and she’s all mine.
I climb over her body, wasting no time sliding my cock inside her. She wraps her legs around me and claws at my back and shoulders as I thrust into her over and over again. Our kisses are sloppy, but I couldn’t care less. I love it when we’re like this. The passion takes over so our bodies can just connect.
My orgasm hits me fast and hard and way before I’m ready, but I’m too far gone to stop it. I go still inside her as I fill her with my cum.
I kiss her gently before I slide out and lay next to her.
“Hey,” I say a little awkwardly.
But she turns her head towards me and smiles. “Hi.”
“I didn’t mean to pounce on you like that. I just saw you and. . . I don’t know. I couldn’t stop myself.”
“It’s ok. I like it when you’re like that.”
“Good, because I don’t see that changing any time soon.”
My feelings for McKenzie continue to grow, and while I try to tell myself that nothing good can come from what we’ve been doing, I know I’m in love with her.
I’m also not an idiot. I know it’s not a good look for a man my age to be with a woman her age. I know we can’t go public until she’s no longer a student. That’s if she even wants to go public with me. McKenzie is young. She has her whole life ahead of her. I’ve already lived almost half of my life. As much as I want her to be mine forever, I know there’s a good chance she’ll realize that she should be with someone her own age.
But I’m a selfish bastard, so until she kicks me to the curb, I’m keeping her as close to me as I can. She has my heart, even if she doesn’t know it yet. She has my heart, even if she doesn’t want it.
McKenzie’s stomach growls, pulling me out of my love-sick thoughts. “Let’s order room service.”
“We can do that?” she asks.
“What do you mean? Of course, we can do that. You’re hungry, and I’m not letting you out of this room tonight.”
“I’ve never ordered room service before,” she admits. “They don’t have that at the hotels I usually stay at.”
She says it in a joking tone, but it still doesn’t sit right with me. I know we had vastly different childhoods. Even when I became a teen dad, I still had my family’s support. I never went without. McKenzie has been through so much and has become the person she is because of it. But now that I’m in her life, I want to spoil the hell out of her because I can. Because she deserves it. If that means ordering her everything from the room service menu at the nicest hotel she’s ever stayed at, then so be it.
I grab the menu off the side table and call in our order, then flip through channels to watch the New Year’s countdowns all across the world.
We eat, drink champagne, and play cards while we watch the countdown. It’s honestly the perfect evening. There is nowhere else I’d rather be than right here with her.
As the clock counts down to midnight, I lay beside her in bed. I tuck her hair behind her ear as we count down from ten. When the TV announcer says, “One,” I whisper, “Happy New Year’s, baby,” before I kiss her gently. When I pull back up and look into her eyes, the words tumble out of my mouth before I can think twice. “I love you, McKenzie.”
Her eyes go wide. “What?”
“I’m in love with you,” I say again as I watch the smile form on her perfect lips.
“You love me?” she asks.
“So much,” I confirm.
“I love you, too.”
I didn’t realize how badly I wanted to hear her say that until the words came out of her mouth. I pull her on top of me. She’s got tears in her eyes as I slide inside her. At this moment, it feels like everything is right in the world.
“Are you sure you want me to come to this?” McKenzie asks for the tenth time since the game ended this afternoon.
My parents planned a late-night dinner for me and Kylie, but Kylie invited McKenzie to come, too, and I thought it was a great idea. I want her to meet my family, even if it isn’t in the capacity that I wish it was.
“Yes, of course, I want you there. Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because I’m basically meeting your family. That’s a big deal,” she says.
“I met your family,” I counter.
“That was different. That was before. . .”
I sigh. “I wish I could introduce you to them as my girlfriend. If things were less complicated, I would. But tonight, you’re going as Kylie’s friend. Eventually, when I tell them about us, I want them to know who you are, ok? This is the perfect time for them to meet you.”
She still looks skeptical. “Ok.”
“The hard part is going to be for me keeping my hands off you all night.”
She laughs. “I’m sure you can handle one night.”
“I don’t know. Have you seen your ass in those jeans?” I tease and then playfully smack her ass.
“Come on, let’s get going.”
On our way to my parents’ house, I get a text from Kylie. I hand my phone to McKenzie. “Hey, can you read that to me?”
She takes my phone and unlocks it. Yes, she knows my passcode because I have nothing to hide from her.
“Um, she said Grandma and Grandpa asked Mom to stay for dinner when she dropped me off. Just wanted to let you know she’ll be here.”
I sigh. Great. Shae and I are friends or at least as friendly as we can be as exes, but I’d rather not have dinner with her, especially with my new girlfriend there as well.
“I really shouldn’t be going now,” McKenzie says from the passenger seat.
“What? Why? Just because Shae is going to be there?”
“Yes! It’s going to be so awkward.”
“Why?”
“It’s just. . .”
“Tell me,” I press
“You had a baby with her,” she says quietly.
“Listen, I love Kylie more than anything in the world. But having a child when I was one too was an accident. I was young and stupid. Neither one of us was ready to be parents.”
“But still. You guys have a history.”
I reach out and squeeze her thigh. “There’s a reason Shae and I aren’t together anymore. We weren’t good for each other. We both know that now. You’re the woman I want to be with. Ok?”
“Ok.”
“And maybe one day, I’ll have another baby with a woman I’m truly in love with.” I mean her, but I don’t want to come out and say, “Hey, I’ve been thinking about what it would be like if we had a baby.” I don’t want to scare her off, but I love the idea of watching her stomach grow with my baby inside. I think I’d appreciate it a whole lot more now than I did when I was younger.
She looks at me with wide eyes. “Really? You want more kids?”
“Well, yeah. I think so. Do you want kids?”
“Yeah, I do. One day.”
“One day is good enough for me. But listen, please don’t stress out about dinner tonight, ok? Let’s just be normal. Like we would if we were home. Kylie hasn’t caught on yet, so I’m sure no one else will.”
She lets out a breath as she nods. “Yeah, ok.”
I give her leg one last squeeze before we turn onto my parents’ street.
The house is big, not bigger than the one I have in Nebraska, but big enough to make someone question how much money the owner has. Which I can tell is exactly what’s going through McKenzie’s head right now.
My parents have lived in this house my entire life. I tried to buy them a new house when I hit it big in the NFL, but they shut me down. They like this house and wouldn’t hear of moving. My mom did let me buy her a car, but that was only after a lot of begging and insisting that I had to buy her something. That was years ago, and she still has the damn thing. Wouldn’t even let me trade it in or anything.
“This is nice,” McKenzie says when I park the car in the driveway behind Shae’s Range Rover that I’m sure my previous child support payments paid for.
“Yeah, my parents had this house custom-built before I was born. I think they love the house more than they love me.”
McKenzie smiles, and I hope she’s finally starting to relax a bit. We get out of the rental car and head to the front door. I put my hand on her lower back but quickly remove it in case someone is looking out a window or something.
This is going to be a long night.