Chapter Thirty-Two
SUNNY
The night carried on with no more friction, thankfully. Everyone found their rooms to sleep off the alcohol and turkey that was consumed.
Tyler hadn’t said anything else after the hallway intervention. No one really said anything to one another after the fact. Even after all the guests who aren’t family left.
As usual, I share a room with Mace and Sam. Regardless of the fact we are all cuddled in bed, I stare at the ceiling wide awake with the events of the night playing over and over.
Of tonight.
Of the night at the brewery.
Of our kiss.
Of Halloween.
All of it.
I feel so stupid.
Tossing and turning, I decide it’s useless. Sleep is not going to come to me. So, I roll out of bed, realizing all I’m wearing is one of Tyler’s t-shirts and my underwear. I don’t care, because I need to get up and do something.
I walk downstairs to the kitchen and see Tyler sitting on the counter, his head hanging low between his shoulders as he toys a glass of water in his hand.
“We somehow always run into one another here, don’t we?” I say, and all of a sudden I become very aware of my lack of clothing.
“Are you okay?” His words are barely a whisper.
“I just needed some water.” I open the fridge.
“I’ve heard that excuse before.” He eyes me with a small smile. “Why did you bring him here tonight?”
I blink. “Why not?”
Grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge, I watch him, waiting for a response. A flicker of pain comes and goes across his face, and he doesn’t say anything else.
“Goodnight, Tyler.” I walk toward the staircase.
I hear him slide off the counter, gently grabbing my arm to stop me in my tracks. “Is that what you want Sunny? A guy like Connor?”
We stand in the dark living room, save for the dying fire which creates a soft glow on his face. He takes a step into me, making my back push up against the wall under the staircase.
His emeralds darken as his brows crease together, studying me. Darkness lurks around us. In him. A man so filled with darkness, trying to find light.
I don’t say anything. Instead, I challenge his stare. This only grows his smirk while he threads his fingers through mine and gently spins me.
“Let me see you in my shirt.” He presses my back to the wall under the staircase, caging me there with an arm braced against it. “What do you want, Sunny?”
His fingers dance along my arm. His eyes flick to my lips then back to my gaze where we stare at one another. My fight to hide his effect on me fails when goosebumps cascade along my skin. A smile toys at the side of his mouth, realizing what he does to me.
“I want… fun. No strings attached. I want release.”
Maybe we can do this. Maybe we can just be one another’s release. Friends with benefits—a way to suffice in a time where all we can give is this.
“What kind of fun?” His calloused fingers trace along the bare skin of my thigh.
“You know what I mean.” I look up at him, despite the fact my voice quivers.
His fingers feel like they’re burning lines on my thigh, regardless how intimate and gentle the touch is.
A contrast to the needy, desperate, possessive touches on Halloween night.
It makes me wonder what he’d be like should he actually take his time.
A feline smile slowly spreads across his face, curving that scar that I love so much. Leaning into me, he slowly grazes his lips along the side of my cheek, down my neck, giving light, airbrushed kisses.
“Like this?” he whispers in the crook of my neck.
Yes.
His hands venture to my hips, running up my waist, pulling his t-shirt up and exposing my black underwear underneath.
“I like when you wear my things.” He lets the t-shirt fall back down, draping the tops of my thighs.
A squeeze of my thighs does nothing to stop the ache, and tells me exactly how soaked I unfortunately am.
I bite my lip to stop my protest. I asked for fun, and he’s going to give it to me.
Not even a touch of fear that bleeds from my past stains this moment.
No, this…this I want more of. I want more of you.
“Is this what you want?” His hand finds its place between my legs. “because you know I can give it to you, little fire.”
You’d think the damp panties would be embarrassing, but it’s not. I want him to know how turned on he makes me fucking feel.
“These are soaked,” he breathes.
Feral desire clouds his eyes, like he’s ready to pounce on my command. Ready to give me what I want and to take what he needs.
My head tilts back against the wall as his fingers glide across my panties teasingly.
“You say the word Sunny, and I’ll stop—no questions asked. Or, I can continue to do this.” He toys with the waistband of my panties. “You tell me.”
I’m not proud of myself as I wrap an arm around the back of his neck, push my chest against him, and seal my lips on his as I allow myself to relish in my selfish desires.
A moan escapes him while our tongues explore one another. His fingers hook into my panties, pulling them down. Gentle kisses are cascaded down my body as he falls to his knees. He looks up at me while he places my foot on his chest to take them off.
It’s a powerful feeling, seeing a man like him kneel before me.
He slowly rises to his full height, towering over me while he keeps his eyes locked on mine, his hands gliding along my body in the process. He pushes a finger inside me, letting out a low groan. I finally feel the thing I’ve been craving, and he feels so fucking good.
Slowly, he works a finger in me while gracing my neck with whispered kisses, leaving no inch of my skin unmarked. His free hand moves over the thin material of his shirt that covers my breasts, using a thumb to circle my peaked nipple.
“Is this what you wanted?”
I nod against him.
“Sunny,” he whimpers, continuing his fingers in and out, as if the feel of my name on his lips brings him pleasure.
“Do me a favor, little fire. Grind those hips until you make a mess all over my fingers.” He brings his lips to my ears. “That way I can suck them clean.”
His words become the very oxygen I breathe as my breathing becomes more sporadic with need. A sharp moan escapes my lips, and he places a hand over my mouth to silence it.
“Shhh,” he gently whispers. “You are for my ears only.”
My eyes roll as uncontrollable moans escape my mouth. Expertly, he moves his fingers inside me while his palm creates friction against me, diligently pushing me closer to the edge.
I grip his shirt, tangling my fingers in it as my forehead presses against his shoulder and my hips move in congruence with his fingers. Somehow, our bodies work, just know.
I wrap both arms around his neck, holding onto him because I don’t trust my own legs. A loud moan slips from my lips, bringing Tyler to them and devouring each one.
I explode.
Fire courses through me, starting in my abdomen and flares throughout my body as if it is the blood coursing through my veins.
It lights behind my eyes in the darkness, creating a night sky through its flecks that move across the black void.
This moment becomes my very being. It’s all I see, it’s all I feel, it’s all I breathe. It’s all I fucking need.
“There it is.” he whispers against my lips.
My labored breaths are erratic as I cling to him, because I can’t trust my unstable legs. My arms are still wrapped around his neck with my face buried in him as our chests heave against one another.
He presses his forehead against mine. “I told you I have a list, baby. This is only the beginning.”
He gently releases me and removes his fingers from inside me. Looking me in the eyes, he brings his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucks off every inch of me that’s left on him.
“So fucking good.” He makes it a point to lick his lips. “That was fun. Good night, Sunny.” He places a kiss on my nose, walking away as if nothing happened.
I barely catch my breath while I watch him walk up the staircase, leaving me in the wake of all that happened. Fun is what I wanted. Fun is what I got.
Then I realize he didn’t give me my underwear back.