Chapter Nineteen
HE COULDN’T UNCROSS his damn eyes.
She was so tight and hot his brain short-circuited.
But it was more than just the intense clasp of her pussy surrounding his cock. Kelsie trusted him, and only him, with her body after suffering a trauma so severe some might never recover. She lay bare and vulnerable before him, giving him power and trusting him to take her soaring through clouds.
He didn’t fucking deserve it, but he’d take everything she wanted to give because the last week had shown him he couldn’t stay away from her.
He’d face the consequences of crossing every line possible tomorrow, but today, he could only think of satisfying them both.
“Ready?” he asked through clenched teeth as he tried to fight the impulse to fuck her senseless.
With scarlet cheeks, blown pupils, and teeth marks in her lower lip, she had never looked more beautiful. “Yes,” she said. “Do it, Ty. I’m so ready.”
Gazes locked, he drew his hips back, then thrust into her with a sharp snap of his pelvis that had them both gasping.
“Christ,” he whispered as he did it again and again until he’d built up a steady rhythm. Pleasure mounted, clouding his thoughts of anything but more, more, more.
“Yes,” Kelsie cried, arching her back as she met him thrust for thrust.
She was so tight it took effort to maintain a fast pace. She bent her knees, planting her heels against the mattress to give herself leverage. The change in angle made his head fucking spin. His balls swung heavy and tight with each thrust.
He cupped her ass, squeezing until she groaned. With his hands full of her soft flesh, he sat back on his heels, taking her with him. Her body was angled, upper back on the bed and lower rested on his knees. This position allowed him to sink so much deeper.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. “Ty…”
“I know, baby,” he said, fighting the orgasm that barreled down on him with punishing speed. He wasn’t ready for it to be over. Hell, they could go at it for hours, and he wouldn’t be ready to leave her body.
His biceps burned from how he used his arms to plunge her onto his cock. His thighs ached, and he breathed like he’d been running from the law.
“Faster,” she said. “God, it’s so good.” She cupped her bouncing tits, pinching her nipples.
The sight made his rhythm falter, but only for a second. His control slipped further with each passing second until he could think of nothing but watching her come. He hammered into her, loving every whimper and mewl. Music to his fucking ears. He’d play that sound on repeat in his head for days to come.
“I’m close.” She held his forearms, digging her nails into his skin as her head whipped back and forth on the comforter. She moaned, long and loud. The sound went straight to his balls which needed to unload more than he needed his next fucking breath. “Ty,” she cried as a shudder ran through her.
“Fuck yes,” he whispered. He leaned down, crashing his mouth to hers as he strummed his thumb across her clit.
Kelsie went wild beneath him, kissing him without finesse as she raked her nails across his back and fucked her hips on him. The bite of pain shot him over the edge. He roared his release into her mouth as she cried out against his lips. Her neck arched, and he took full advantage, biting into the sensitive skin.
“Ty,” she cried as her body shook and jerked in his arms.
Somehow, he managed a breathy, “I got you, babe,” even though his brain was cotton and his body spent. His only regret was the damn condom. Someday, he’d fill her to the brim with his release, then watch as it ran down her thighs. But for now, all he could do was collapse on her as his forty-six-year-old body recovered from fucking like he was twenty years younger.
Kelsie wrapped her arms around his back and held him tight. Her heavy breaths tickled his ear, and she twitched beneath him every few seconds.
“I might be too old to fuck like that, but I’d die trying any day.”
She giggled, which was the best damn sound. “So it was good for you?”
Ty snorted. “Yeah, Kels, it was damn fucking good for me.” He lifted his head, looking for any signs of distress. “You?”
“Perfect, Ty,” she said, voice thick and eyes shiny. “Absolutely perfect.”
They didn’t need to delve into the reasons for her surge of emotions. Both knew how monumental this was for her. She seemed to want nothing more than to bask in the afterglow as he did.
So that’s what they’d do.
He tried to roll off, but she tightened her hold on him. “I gotta be crushing you.”
“I don’t care. I love the way you feel inside me, and I’m not ready for you to leave.”
“I gotta take care of the condom, hon.”
“I know. Just give me a few more seconds to feel you like this.”
He’d give her the moon if she asked for it.
After only a few minutes, Kelsie shifted, the clear signal she couldn’t breathe, and it was time to roll his big body off her. He pulled out, wincing at the tug on his oversensitive cock.
“Be right back,” he said as he pulled off the condom.
After a quick trip to the bathroom to dispose of the latex, he returned to find Kelsie on her side watching him. She’d pulled the sheet up but only to her waist, giving him a lovely view of her tits.
“Mmm,” he said as he crawled in beside her. “Pretty sure you should never be allowed to wear clothes in this bed.”
Her shy smile did something funny to his chest.
“I think I can get on board with that. As long as the same rule applies to you.”
“Naturally. C’mon, let’s catch a nap. You wore this old man out.”
Her delighted chuckle expanded the warmth in his chest. Without him having to ask, she scooted into his arms and snuggled her face against his chest. Every exhale wafted across his pecs, raising goose bumps across his skin. At this rate, he’d be hard again, much faster than a man his age should be. Guess that’s what happened when a gorgeous, younger woman wanted him.
“Ty?” she asked after they’d been silent only a few moments.
“Yeah, babe?”
“What are we gonna do?”
She didn’t need to elaborate further. They both knew she meant about her fucked-up family. His instinct was to tell her he’d handle it—the club would handle it—and keep her as far away from the mess as possible. Kelsie had been through enough, and he’d rather lock her way in a tower like a damn princess than subject her to a moment of discomfort. But that’s not the way the real world works. It wasn’t the way his club worked either. They viewed their women as partners and didn’t keep them in the dark. Besides, it was her family, and she deserved to be in the loop. Hell, she deserved a say in how they handled the situation as much as he’d fucking hate every second of her involvement.
Not that she was his woman.
That kind of thinking was nuts, but the club had adopted Kelsie into the fold, and he had a feeling they’d never let her go.
“I don’t know yet, but my club is damn good at solving problems. We will figure out a way to protect my business and keep you as far away from Andrew Tinsley as humanly possible. You will not be marrying that motherfucker. That I can promise you.”
“Okay,” she said, in a voice thick with exhaustion. “I trust you, Ty.”
She didn’t speak again. Within minutes, her breathing leveled, and she went slack in his arms. Ty buried his nose in her fragrant hair—something sweet, almost honey-like—and forced the rest of the world out of his mind. There would be plenty of time later to stress about his business and how to get Kelsie’s family off their backs.
Permanently.
Ty woke an hour and a half later to the much more pleasant sound of his neighbor’s dog yapping. Well, more pleasant than his ex-wife”s window-cracking screech. Kelsie hadn’t moved an inch, still pressed against him, snoozing away.
He hated to leave her, but now was the time to start taking care of business, so he carefully untangled himself and rolled away from the warm, soft, naked woman in his bed. If it wasn’t for her family, they could have stayed in bed all day.
That was reason enough to despise the bastards.
Once he was certain he hadn’t woken Kelsie, he slipped into his sweatpants, tiptoed out of the room, and padded down the hall to the kitchen. After brewing a pot of coffee and fixing himself an extra-large mug, he sat at the table.
A multitude of ideas ran through his head—everything from waiting until Kelsie’s family made their move to a more offensive attack on their finances. The club knew people who could make things happen behind the scenes while remaining untraceable. Money could disappear, compromising photos could be leaked, and names could be whispered in law enforcement’s ears. But would any of that shit work? Kelsie’s father and brother were skilled at evading the law and probably had a security team of hundreds scouring the internet for their names twenty-four hours a day. The worst her father had ever suffered after defrauding thousands and ending multiple indictments was a few years of house arrest. Being confined to a home the size of a hotel didn’t seem like a punishment for a man who’d hurt so many.
The bottom line was Ty couldn’t solve this problem on his own. He needed to call in his brothers, and the quickest way to do that was to enlist Curly’s help.
Curly answered on the second ring. “Ty, what’s up, brother?”
“Hey, Prez, how you doing?”
Curly chuckled, and Ty could practically hear him rolling his eyes. “You’re the damn VP and my cousin. When you gonna stop calling me Prez?”
Messing with Curly was always a good time. It reminded him of when they were younger and had far fewer things to worry about. “Are you not the club’s president?”
“Stop being an ass. Everything good?”
“No, everything is not good.” He rubbed a hand across his forehead. “Gonna need all hands on deck for this one.”
“You got it. I’ll call everyone in. Give me a few hours. Let’s meet this evening at six. I’ll see if Brooke’s up for cooking dinner tonight, and we can meet before. Make sure you bring Kelsie.”
Curly was all in, no questions asked. Ty’s throat thickened. This right here was why he’d joined the club. It’s what he’d gone looking for all those years ago when he and Curly prospected with a very different kind of club. For Ty, it’d merely been a disappointment, but for Curly, a life-altering mistake. That they’d been given this second chance at a strong brotherhood meant the fucking world. Who else would, no questions asked, call in the cavalry to kick ass and take names?
No one but the Hell’s Handlers.