Chapter Sixty-Four
TYLER
Laying on my back, with Sunny across my chest, my eyes close as I feel her soft fingers trace the features of my face. I toy with her wild hair, curling a strand on my finger. Both our bare chests press against one another, our breathing rhythmic with our calmed heartbeats.
It honestly feels unreal, making me wonder if I’m dreaming. The way her fingers feel on my skin tells me otherwise. I love your fingers, Sunny.
I take them and press each one to my lips, savoring this moment, this woman, this fucking feeling. My reality now surpasses my dreams. I did what I needed to do in order for us to be able to be together.
It is worth it for you, Sunny.
I’ll continue what I need to do in order to keep her safe and happy. To keep us. I risked the repercussions for a maybe. A possibility.
This is my life now. Sunny everything, everywhere, all the time.
I love her. I love you, Sunny. I love her so fucking much. So, so much. The time I’d said it before was a desperate admission. This time, though, it’s different. She says it back.
If anything feels like poetry, it’s those words rolling off her lips. I want to kiss them to take it all in.
“I love you, Tyler,” she says in my ear as she traces my face, memorizing it.
She begins tracing my lips, gently pressing a kiss to the side of my mouth where my scar is. I crack an eye open and see a crooked smile upon her lips, her forearms braced on my chest, her sunshine hair in disarray from the night. Never had I thought someone would love my scars.
“Say it again, baby,” I whisper, lacing my fingers through her hair, showing off that face I’ve memorized since the moment I saw it. Blonde curls and waves, blue-green irises, and seventeen freckles that cascade across her nose and cheeks in a constellation—just for me.
“I love you, Tyler.”
“Fuck,” I whisper, trembling at her words and touch, unable to explain the way it makes me feel.
I tighten my grip in her hair, forcing her lips to mine and deepen our kiss. There’s a need to absorb those words she lets roll off that sweet tongue. It’s like candy, and I’m a sucker for it.
She gives a ragged moan under my urgency, surely surprised for a third go around between us.
I roll us over so she’s under the weight of my body, pinning her to the bed so she has nothing to do but take what I’m going to give her.
“What am I, Sunny? Tell me what I fucking am to you,” I growl, pulling her head back where I see her pink lips now swollen from my own.
“Mine,” Her breath catches, and I can feel her breathing pick up as she feels my hard dick press against her belly.
“That’s my girl. And what are you?” I ask.
“Yours,” she breathes as those big blue-green eyes search my face.
“Good girl. Do you know what happens to good girls?” I say, using my fingers lacing her hair to tilt her head, allowing access to her scar. “They get rewarded,” I whisper against her skin.
I can feel the slow roll of her throat under my touch as her thighs try to clench together to relieve the ache that I know is there.
I brand my silent words against her skin with each press of my lips. I love you. I love you. I love you. And no part of her will go without that reminder. I will erase him from her body. I will love all the parts he broke until they are whole.
Sitting up on my knees between her legs, I run a hand along the plane of her stomach, admiring the beautiful body beneath me. She trembles under my touch and bites her bottom lip, trying to hide her need.
“Oh, Sunny,” I whisper. “Baby, your body is begging, pleading to be fucked by me.” My hand cups a breast, letting my thumb roll the taut pink nipple begging for my tongue.
“Tyler,” She breathes my name.
“What did you do, baby? All those nights you denied yourself of me, what did you do to satisfy that craving?” I continue to play with her.
She swallows hard and clenches the sheets in her fists. I widen my legs, making hers spread more where I can see my girl is desperate for me already. I bite back my smile.
“I– ” she starts but sucks in a breath when my other hand pushes my fingers in her. Fuck. I groan when I feel she’s still wet with me. My mouth is watering, desperate to taste us.
“Yes?” I ask, tilting my head, waiting for her answer.
Her nose flares, and my dick is so fucking hard it hurts. She’s everything to me, but I’m going to savor her, play with her, make her need me the way I need her. Remind her that if she leaves, no one, not even herself, can satisfy her the way I do.
“Tell me, Sunny,” I demand as I circle a thumb over her clit. She lets out a low moan, then bites her lip again.
“I would take care of myself,” she admits.
Goddamn. The idea of that pisses me off and turns me on all at once because I’m a possessive prick, wanting to be the only reason for her pleasure. But also fuck, knowing she got herself off, because of a deep desire for me, has me reaching a whole new level of feral.
“And did it make you feel better? Did it satisfy you the way I do?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
I pump my finger in her, curving it along the spot that makes her toes curl and my name roll off those pink lips.
She moans, tilting her head as her back arches with it. Smiling, I watch as she slowly unravels beneath me. My little prey is trying to get away from my grasp.
“Tell me, baby,” I continue my fingers inside her.
“No,” she whimpers.
“Mmmm,” I hum. “Good, because I will be the only one to touch you, Little Fire. If I find out anyone else, even you, touches you, then you will be punished.” I smile, seeing her dark brows crease together and her breathing pick up.
She just stares at me, heated and so fucking fiery.
Removing my fingers from her, I trace them along her bottom lip. “Taste how good we are together, baby. Taste why I’d do anything to keep us.”
She does as she’s told, licking her bottom lip where we both glisten.
I suck my fingers clean, groaning at taste of her.
She watches me, and I love and hate the fact she knows the power she has over me.
I want her to abuse it, I want her to know she can bring me to my goddamn knees with one glance of those lethal eyes.
I throw each leg over my shoulder and dive between her thighs, licking my greedy tongue along her. Her hips rock against my face, fucking and riding my mouth like a good fucking needy girl, making me smile against her.
Her moans fill the room just as the lightning and thunder from the incoming storm do. She rides my face the way she rides my cock, chasing her release, using me in all the best ways.
Once she becomes undone in a symphony of moans and gasps, I’m wrapping my arms around her waist, bringing her flush to my body, and rolling us so she’s on top of me.
Placing my hands on her hips, I guide her onto my aching dick, slowly, making us both groan and tremble at the union.
Her nails dig into my chest while her head rolls back, giving me a view of her on top of me as lightning cracks the sky.
Her breasts bounce as she slowly rides me, covering us in her arousal and my cum as she moves.
Gripping her hips, I meet her thrusts with my own, bucking into her to get deeper. A groan leaves me when I see I am so far into her that I can’t tell where I end and she begins.
“Look at me, baby. Eyes on me,” I tell her, running my hands up her waist and to her jaw.
Pleasure and lust sit heavy in her eyes, making my heart pummel knowing I’m responsible for that desire and heat.
I can feel her already tightening around me, chasing that release firing inside her. Then she catches flame. She ignites in a way that has her body trembling and curling into itself.
Holding her up by her jaw with one hand, I grip her hip with the other to keep our rhythm, to keep her in this moment where we become one.
I’m chasing right after her, my balls tightening and the pleasure rattling at the base of my spine, traveling up and throughout my body as I release myself inside her.
Lightning flashes through the apartment as I fill her, giving me a full view of what we do to one another. Blackness and fire fill my vision, and pleasure consumes me the way she does. She’s fucking burning for me and I love it.
I’ve spent months leading us up to these moments I’ve only ever imagined, and it’s finally fucking here. I finally have my girl.
Spilling into her, I empty myself entirely, giving everything I have to her. I always have, and I always will.
I let go of my grip on her, letting her fall to my chest, where her head nestles in the crook of my neck. Bringing my nose and lips to her hair, I take in her coconut and vanilla scent.
We both try our best to calm our labored breaths, our hearts and breathing falling in sync, the sheen of sweat prevalent on our skin. I caress her back, tracing fingers along her spine, admiring her and the fact this is real.
We haven’t even gotten out of bed. The past few hours have been spent with me inside her or curled together in a tangle of limbs as we watched the storm.
I own her now just as much as she owns me, if my fucking cum spilling out of her isn’t her reminder enough. She assured me that she’s protected with an IUD and that pregnancy isn’t possible. Either way, I don’t care, we’d cross whatever bridge that came our way.
I trace her stomach, imagining it filled with my baby, growing day by day with a part of her and a part of me. I’d be lying if I said the idea of her with a pregnant belly, with my child, didn’t turn me the fuck on.
I would do it with you, Sunny.
Lifting her head up, she looks at me with hazy eyes and a drunken smile. She continues to trace my face, my lips, the bridge of my nose, the arches of my eyebrows. Memorize me, Sunny.
I finally see my future and it’s with her. I’ll do anything to make that a possibility for us.
Before I know it, she’s asleep across my chest. Despite my weary eyes, I don’t want to sleep. Not yet. I want to continue living in this moment, watching her, tracing her face as her eyes flutter during a dream.
I lay on my back with an arm behind my head and my girl on my chest while I look up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on her ceiling I bought for her months ago. I smile at the memory of putting them up with her, talking for hours about everything and anything.
As a child, I had glow-in-the-dark stars in my bedroom, and I continued that trend as an adult. Every night when I was going to bed, I’d pick a star and wish on it, since I couldn’t see many in the city.
A smile rises to my lips, because one of my wishes has finally come true. She’s right here, curled into me sleeping soundly.
With a snore too loud to belong to her, she rolls over, pressing her face into the pillow. The loss of her is brutal. I reach for her, needing contact, her skin on my skin. I bite my fist, suppressing a laugh at the sounds coming from her.
Watching her sleep, I continue tracing her face and her back. A faint little smile whispers on her lips in response. That’s my girl. She even recognizes my touch in her dreams.
“Stay with me,” I whisper. I press my lips to her forehead and pull the blanket higher onto her so she won’t get cold.
I reach over to get my phone because I have to tie up some loose ends. Once I finish up my typing, I place it on her night stand and roll over, curling an arm around her and pulling her back to my chest.
“Rest easy, baby. This is only the beginning.” I kiss her lips.
Closing my eyes, I let sleep take me away.