Chapter 41
FORTY-ONE
“Fuck me,” Ty murmured.
My head turned toward my open window, and I smiled at him.
“Hi,” I squeaked.
The look on his face was intense. He pushed the screen to the side and proceeded inside the house.
“You look fucking beautiful.”
I could see the awe on his face as he took the short steps toward me. He looked down at my pastel green dress and strappy silver heels. The dress had a square neckline held together by two straps, with a high slit on the right side. It was the perfect dress for an outdoor wedding.
“Thank you,” I told him.
“Tell me again why I can’t go with you?”
His hands came to my waist and gripped me before he pulled me toward him. When he was this close to me, I forgot how to breathe. His eyes were dark with lust, but I could see the amusement.
“Because I promised Rachel I would be her buffer.”
He let out a pained groan, but ultimately bent down to kiss me. I loved the feel of him every time our lips met. I had been waiting years to feel it and I don’t think I would be getting used to it anytime soon.
His hands slid from my waist to cup my ass. Tyler groaned against my mouth as he felt me up.
“Ty,” I managed to choke out. Things were getting very heated, and I was about to leave.
Instead of listening to me, he turned me around then threw me on the bed.
“Ty.” It was half a moan and a hiss.
His lips started to trail down the side of my neck toward the tops of my breasts. His mouth hovered over the mounds, trailing soft pecks all over my neckline.
“So. Fucking. Pretty.”
While he murmured this, his hand found the slit of my dress, and he firmly grasped my thigh.
“I have half a mind to send you with my cum dripping out of your pretty pussy.”
In my current state, I was sure I would let him. My top teeth bit down hard against my bottom lip. Tyler’s hand was right at the edge of my sex, his knuckles slowly grazing my pussy.
“I already know you are wet for me, beautiful, but just how wet are you?”
Just as he started to move my panties aside with one of his fingers, Rachel honked at me to hurry up.
Tyler let out a masculine chuckle, and before I could tell him to let me up, he sunk one finger deep inside of me.
“Ty.” It was a desperate moan.
“Soaked, baby,” he whispered as he nipped my neck.
“If you don’t get off me right this second, I will never let you near me again,” I warned as I pushed him back.
My efforts were worthy of a medal or something. Come on, I was wet, and his finger was right there . I bet he could make me come in less than two minutes, three, tops— My train of thought got interrupted as he began to shake.
When I looked up at him, he was licking the finger he had inside of me, his eyes crinkled with mischief.
“Come on before your parents come looking for you.”
There was nothing gracious about the way I rolled over so I could get up quicker. It would be hard to explain why Tyler was in my room when he could have come in through the front door.
“I’m going to get going before Rachel gets even more desperate.”
“Stay with me,” Tyler said.
My brows scrunched as I reached out for my clutch.
“I can’t.”
“After the wedding, come spend the night with me?”
There was something about the way he asked. His voice had lost the cockiness it carried and instead was laced with hesitancy. Before I could think better of it, I found myself nodding. Ty smiled and then pulled me in for a quick kiss.
“Go,” he said as he pushed me toward the door.
My mom was coming down the hall, probably to tell me to hurry up.
“Oh, honey, you look beautiful.”
“Thank you, Mom.”
Just as I passed, her hands pressed against my cheeks.
“You feeling okay, honey? You look a bit flushed.”
“I’m fine,” I squeaked. “See you in the morning.”
When I stepped outside, Rachel still hadn’t seen me, and I could see her hand starting to press against the horn again.
“I’m here…I’m here,” I rushed out.
“What took you so long? You said you were ready the last time I texted you.”
“Sorry, my mom was telling me some juicy drama, and I couldn’t get her to stop.”
She seemed to take this as an acceptable answer and took off toward Sunny Pines. Just as I was about to relax, I noticed Tyler’s truck—in order to sneak into my room without me or my parents noticing, he had parked down the street. Rachel drove past it without even noticing it.
Guess she was more nervous than she had let on.
Oriana’s wedding had been a beautiful get-together.
It was simple yet elegant at the same time.
Rachel was nervous at first, but as soon as she saw Prescott it disappeared.
As her friend, I was happy things finally were working out for her.
That was why I was not going to tease her or hold it against her when she left with Prescott to talk.
I imagined that conversation was similar to the one I had with Tyler before coming here.
Now we were on our way home.
“You could have stayed with Prescott,” I let Rachel know.
In my defense, I was a bit tipsy and didn’t think about the fact that she had driven me to a party. In this state, I was somewhat horny and figured a taxi could have taken me to Ty’s house.
“I came with you, so I leave with you.”
Aww, wasn’t she sweet?
Once we passed Main Street, I took my phone out and began to text Tyler.
Me: If you want to see me.
Me : You can pick me up in 20.
Tyler: I always want to see you.
Tyler: Be there in 15.
Me: No, wait. Rachel is going to drop me off first.
There was no answer, and as Rachel pulled into her driveway, I was relieved to see Tyler’s truck wasn’t there yet.
I knew he read my message. It’s not like he fell asleep in the last thirty seconds it took for my message to arrive.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel bad, but it didn’t seem like the moment to let Rach know Ty and I had made peace.
I waved goodbye to Rachel and walked toward my house. I was at my front door as she stepped inside hers. With one quick text to my parents, I let them know I was safe and would return in the morning. As soon as that was sent, I saw a lone figure walking at the end of the street.
I was tipsy, and I was horny. I didn’t think twice about it and began to make my way over there since I remembered that was where Tyler had parked his truck earlier today.
Just as I made it halfway through the street, lights pointed at me from behind. Like a deer caught in the headlights, I stopped. My heart began to race faster as I adjusted my eyes and realized it was a truck next to me—Ty’s truck.
The window rolled down, and I made eye contact with an annoyed Tyler. I looked back at the road, and no one was there anymore, but I didn’t question this.
“What the hell are you doing walking around? I get that you don’t want anyone to see me, but you should have stayed put.”
In my right state of mind, I would have detected the hurt in Ty’s voice, but right now, I was a little psyched out. I was running to a stranger, but at the same time, happy to finally be with Ty again.
“I thought it was you,” I told him, which made his eyes soften.
“Come on, beautiful, let’s get you to bed,” he said, and I immediately reached for the door.
The drive was filled with idle chatter about the wedding. Mostly, I talked about Rachel and her new man and what I thought of their relationship.
“I think some people deserve a second chance,” Ty said as he pulled into his driveway.
Instead of trying to figure out if he meant something deeper by that statement, I began to get butterflies, knowing what was coming next.
Tyler got out of the truck and rushed toward my side so he could help me get out.
“Hi.” I looked up at him with a smile on my face. “You’re cute.”
This made his lip twitch.
“Are you drunk, beautiful?”
I shook my head.
“Just a tiny bit tipsy.”
Ty grinned, looking amused at my antics. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
Ty took my hand and led me to the back of the house, which led straight to his room. I was extra quiet, trying not to wake up his father. Anticipation coursed through me. It would be the first time we would be together in a bed—aside from sleeping, that was.
Sometimes, drunk thoughts did help you clear out your mind because, at that moment, I knew I was still somewhat bitter about fantasies that would never come true.
In that long list of fantasies, that would never be my first time—or the first time I had envisioned for us.
I’m not going to lie and pretend like it didn’t hurt because sometimes I still felt that sting of pain, but it was time to let it all go and feel all the new things that were happening between us.
Tyler let go of my hand, reached into his drawer, and pulled out one of his Kanes’ Auto T-shirts.
“What’s the shirt for?” I asked as I attempted to pull the strings that held my dress together.
“I imagine sleeping in that dress won’t be comfortable.” He said it like it was obvious.
Ignoring him, I did a soft “Aha” when I finally tugged the strings loose.
“Who said anything about sleeping?” I stated boldly as the dress pooled at my feet.
If it weren’t for the look of appreciation on Ty’s face, the way his eyes became hooded and darkened, his words might have caused me to rethink coming here.
“We are not going to be doing anything in your current state,” he said softly as he pulled the shirt over my head.
My current state was horny, but I guess my feelings didn’t matter.
I let him put the shirt over me, all the while keeping my snark to myself. Then I went to his bathroom, where my annoyance grew when I found a pack of brand-new toothbrushes under the sink.
Look at him being caring and thoughtful to his overnight guests. Was I aware that my jealousy was irrational? Yes. Did I care? Nope.
Did he stop his other overnight guest, too? What was the whole point of insisting on coming over if nothing would happen?
When I returned to Ty’s room, he was already in bed, in his drawstring pajamas and no shirt on. As always, he was lying on the left side of the bed.
Since I was the last one inside, I turned off the lights. The blinds on his windows were open enough for the moonlight to filter through. I didn’t speak to him as I got settled on my side of the bed.
If this had been a sober thought, I might have frozen on the spot. I had my side of the bed…the same side that had been mine since we were children. That thought made me wonder if the other women who had been in his life knew about this. Had he told them why he always stayed on the left side?
Maybe I was a bit petty when I laid down and turned my back to him, but I couldn’t help the irrational feelings that came over me. Ty didn’t notice this and instead wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me toward him.
Damn him.
The small act had my body aching all over again, especially when I noticed his hard-on pressing against my ass.
I was still torn between being jealous and horny. My horniness side won out when I wiggled my ass against him. Ty’s arm got tighter, and he let out a ragged breath.
“Beautiful, you’re drunk.”
Then, it dawned on me what he had meant when he said I wasn’t in the right state of mind. He obviously thought I was way too drunk. I was stuck between wanting to kiss him and slap him for being sweet yet stupid.