Chapter 40
TYRELL
Holy shit.
I tip my head back so I can look at her face, make sure I heard her right.
She smiles at me, nodding, then laughing when I let out a whoop and spin her around.
“You serious?”
“Yes.” She laughs. “Yes. Let’s spend the summer together and see how things go.”
I’ll take it. Summer together sounds perfect.
“Thank you,” I whisper, gazing at her beautiful smile and having to kiss it.
“Oooo! Kissing!” Cyrus starts laughing. “Mama, they’re kissing.”
“Yes, I can see that, baby.” Her bemused tone has me grinning against Dani’s lips, and she giggles into my mouth.
I reluctantly put her down, then stand for a billion photos.
It takes forever by the time my parents photograph me with them, then my siblings, then all my friends, then Dani, then everyone.
I’m so done by the time they finally let us go.
“So, you’ve got that party tonight?” Mama asks as we amble to the parking lot.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Okay, well, you enjoy that now. We’ll see you in the morning. We have time for breakfast together before we drive back to the airport.” She pulls me down so she can kiss my cheek, and I give her a sideways hug, not wanting to release Dani’s hand.
“You two have fun.” Dad waves at me, then carefully steps off the curb and walks to the car, holding Cyrus’s hand. My brother is waving and smiling at people, being his friendly self, while Lacey is glued to her phone.
I watch my family go, then turn to smile down at Dani. “We’ve got a couple of hours before the party. What do you want to do?”
She thinks for a second, and then her lips rise into a playful smirk. I start to laugh, lifting her off her feet and running for my car. She giggles against my shoulder, her body jostling as we head back to her place and rush into her room.
It’s all frantic kisses and passionate licks as we tug off each other’s clothes and “celebrate” my graduation. I lift her naked body off the floor, her legs coming around me as she clings to my shoulders.
I slip inside her, tucking my hands under her butt and bouncing us together.
She feels so fucking good, her tits bumping up and down against my chest as I set a rapid pace that feels so amazing.
Like so much better than anything I’ve—
“Oh fuck, I forgot to wrap.” I walk us toward her bed.
She whimpers, sinking onto me with a groan. “It doesn’t matter, just pull out.”
“It does matter,” I argue, my voice strained as I kneel on the bed and reluctantly pull out of her.
She whimpers again, pouting at me before rolling over and reaching into her nightstand drawer.
“Eeep. There’s only one left.”
I curve my hand over her perfect ass with a smile. “Then we better make it count.”
She looks over her shoulder, her gaze hot and hooded as she tears the condom wrapper open with her teeth.
Holy fuck.
My insides tremble when she spins around, rolling the condom over my dick with her eyes trained on my face. The intensity between us is so hot, the air is practically sparking with electricity.
She’s coming with me to Dallas.
I cup her cheek, brushing my thumb across her skin and silently thanking her.
She leans back with a smile, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip before laughing and flipping onto her stomach.
“Really?” I double-check, smiling when she glances over her shoulder with a sexy wink, then shoves her ass in the air toward me.
I kneel on the edge of her bed, gently pulling her cheeks apart and leaning down to lick her opening.
She moans, thrusting her butt back toward my face, so I do it again, licking and teasing until she’s a trembling mess, wailing into her pillow, her chest heaving.
“Good girl,” I purr. “I love it when you come.” Gliding my hands up her inner thighs, I then line myself up.
Taking my time, I gently guide myself into her, loving every groan and squeak that pops out of her sexy little mouth.
Fuck, it feels amazing being inside her like this.
Thrusting my hips, I bury myself, her warm, wet center pulling me in.
“You feel good, baby.” My voice is a rough, husky mess. “You feel so fucking good.” And before I can stop myself, the words pop out. “I love you.”
She goes still, whipping her head back to look at me.
And I freeze inside her.
This is so not the moment to confess my love for the first time. Shit! What the hell was I thinking?
Her eyes round, her lips parting, and I don’t know what to do.
Does she want me out?
Or do I keep going?
“I…” I lick my lips, holding her hips.
“Do you mean it?” she whispers.
“Of course I do.” I swallow, then wince. “I’m sorry I’m being so fucking unromantic about this. It just…” I lick my lips again and look her right in the eye. “I mean it.”
Her lips curl at the edges, her eyes taking on a teasing glint. “So, what’s so unromantic, then? You’re taking me from behind and confessing your love.”
I cringe, groaning and about to pull out of her.
“Don’t you dare,” she warns me.
I still, resting my hands back on her hips and wondering what I’m supposed to do here.
“You take me, boy. And you make us come. And the whole time you’re doing it, I’ll be hearing those three words in my head.” She grins, thrusting her butt back and taking all of me.
I ease back a little, not wanting to hurt her, then slowly gyrate my hips.
“Yes,” she moans, fisting the duvet cover and rocking with me when I move again.
Picking up my pace, I squeeze her hips and listen out for her different moans.
I’m starting to understand them, knowing when she wants me to go fast, slow, hard, soft.
I do my best to deliver, and when I’m close to coming, I know that I have to make this count, so I quickly pull out of her and spin her over.
She lands on her back, and I press a kiss to her stomach, working my way up her body and suckling each nipple before lying over her and pressing my nose into the side of her cheek.
“I love you,” I whisper, sucking her earlobe into my mouth.
She hasn’t said it back, but the way she squeezes my shoulders, then presses a kiss against my skin makes me wonder if she’s feeling it but just can’t find the courage to say it.
That’s okay. I’m not pressuring her into anything.
Slipping back inside her, I bring her home with short, sweet strokes that work her G-spot. As soon as she’s shuddering and jerking beneath me, I push myself deep inside her, thrusting smooth and long until her clenching pussy undoes me.
“Ahhhh,” I groan into her ear. “I love you. Fuck, I love you.”
Waves of pleasure roll through me, and I stay buried inside her while I ride them out, my heart thundering, my soft pants hitting the side of her face.
She hooks her legs around me, digging her heels into my ass and holding me against her like she can’t let go.
Wriggling my fingers under her back, I suction her against me, rolling us onto our sides so we can keep puffing and panting against each other’s cheeks and just revel in our awesome session.
“We’re good together,” I murmur, kissing her shoulder. “We’re fucking awesome at the sex thing.”
She giggles, her tits jiggling. “Damn right we are.”
Sucking my neck, she leaves a sweet little hickey just above my collarbone, and I hold her tight, loving her with every ounce of me.