I bowed my head, hoping he wouldn’t see the smile his words had caused. He was absolutely right. I was a miserable person half the time, and it was odd that he liked me as much as he did.
And in a different situation, maybe I’d give him a shot. Maybe.
“Marek?” I heard a voice boom through the storm. “Is that you?”
Tyler and I pulled away from each other, and I peered around him, seeing the group of men standing underneath the canopy of the hotel entrance we’d just passed.
Tyler twisted his head, his face immediately turning stern at the sight of the four men in suits, smoking cigars.
He took my hand and walked us back to where the men were standing, and I noticed he kept me slightly behind him instead of at his side.
“Blackwell.” Tyler’s deep voice sounded impatient.
Mason Blackwell – whom I recognized from TV and his involvement with city council – looked completely at ease and in good humor, something I’d never seen from Tyler.
His black tie was loosened, and his hand rested in his pants pocket. He wore an easy smile, and I could smell the odor from the cigar hooked under his pointer finger as he grinned at Tyler.
But from Tyler’s rigid stance, I could tell he wasn’t as comfortable with Blackwell.
“They’ve instituted curfew on the Westbank,” he told Tyler. “But the party still goes strong over here.”
His white teeth disappeared as he brought the cigar to his mouth and puffed away.
A few young women, dressed in short cocktail dresses, came bursting out of the hotel doors, giggling and stumbling, before they stopped at the group of men, each cozying up to a different gentleman.
A young brunette, her hair a shade lighter than mine, put her hand on Blackwell’s chest as she hugged his side, looking intimate.
Tyler cleared his throat. “How’s your wife, Mason?” he asked, hints of both amusement and disdain seeping out of the comment.
Blackwell’s hand was in his pocket, so I didn’t notice a wedding ring, but the young woman’s left hand was draped over his shoulder, and she wasn’t wearing one.
Blackwell stared at Tyler with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, and the tension in the air between the two men thickened.
His gaze shifted from Tyler, finding me at his side, slightly behind him.
“Hello?” he greeted, cocking his head and letting his gaze rake down my figure.
He sucked in a breath through his teeth and he half grinned at Tyler. “I envy you,” he said, bringing the cigar up to his mouth. “For once.”
My stomach rolled, and I swallowed, tasting something bitter. Perhaps the cigar was a turnoff, or maybe it was his blatant arrogance, but I felt a sudden urge to shut him up.
Mason held out his hand to me, a lascivious look in his eyes. “Mason Blackwell,” he introduced himself.
But Tyler stepped in front of me, blocking Mason’s view.
“She’s cold,” he shot out. “I’m taking her home.”
And without a goodbye, he grabbed my hand and pulled me back down the street so briskly that I had to jog to keep up.
“He’s not your favorite person,” I mused, blinking away the rain in my eyes. “I can see why. I like him better on TV.”
Tyler crossed the street, dragging me in tow as he turned down another street.
“You don’t like him at all,” he bit out in a low voice.
The sidewalk dipped, and I stumbled. Picking up the pace, I jogged a few steps and continued to follow him down the dark, vacant street.
“Tyler, I wasn’t going to introduce myself,” I assured him, wondering why he was so brusque all of a sudden.
Is that why he’d blocked Mason from shaking my hand? I hadn’t planned to tell him who I was. I knew he and Tyler were rivals, vying for the same Senate seat. He could use me against Tyler, and I wasn’t stupid.
I held tight to his hand, because he was going so fast. “This is exactly what I was talking about,” I maintained, standing my ground. “We’re bound to run into people you know. What are you going to do? Slink into my apartment at night after Christian’s gone to bed?” I shot out. “Take me to hole-in-the-wall restaurants buried in the Marigny? I don’t want to be your secret, Tyler. This is too dangerous.”
But then my breath caught in my throat as he yanked me off the street and through a wide-open gate that led to a darkened driveway, immediately backing me up against the wall next to the gate.
Only just a hair away from prying eyes.
The doors of the huge wooden gate opened for cars to come in and out, and I knew that the driveway would lead into the living area, giving way to a large courtyard.
So far, though, there was no sign of anyone.
“What are you doing?” I gasped.
His forehead pressed against mine, and his hands moved urgently, holding my face. “Dark spaces, quiet places,” he whispered over my mouth. “That’s all we need, Easton.”
And I sucked in a breath as he dove in, taking my lips, moving fast and making it sting so sweetly when he sucked and bit my bottom lip like he was starving.
I moaned, feeling the thick ridge of his cock as he ground into me.
His hands dropped, lifting me by the backs of my thighs and pinning me to the wall as he continued. I tightened my legs around his waist and held him close.
He moved his hands up, squeezing my ass in both of his greedy hands, and he was going at my mouth again and again so fast I couldn’t think straight.
“Tyler, please,” I rushed out, gasping for breath. “We can’t.”
He was making it impossible, and I knew I was lost.
Fuck!
He lifted me higher, holding tight as he pulled down my off-the-shoulder blouse enough to expose my naked breast.
The hardened skin of my nipple begged for his mouth, but I wrapped my hands around his neck, drawing him closer to me.
He caught my nipple in his mouth, quick and rough, and I shivered as he dragged his teeth and sucked, making it burn. I closed my eyes, arching my back to give him more.
He came up, hovering over my lips, while his fingers slipped between us and into my underwear, finding my pussy wet.
“I don’t give a damn who you introduce yourself to,” he growled, sliding his finger in and out of me, “as long as it’s not that piece of shit.”
“Tyler…” I squeezed my eyes shut as he pumped his finger.
“He’s always so fucking smug,” he gritted out, biting at my jaw, “always getting the upper hand. I thought I’d like having something he wanted, but I don’t.” He slipped in a second finger, stretching me. “I don’t want him looking at you, Easton.”
He grabbed the hem of my panties, and I bit my bottom lip to stifle the cry as he ripped them clean off my body.
“I was jealous. I never get jealous,” he charged, pressing me against the wall and grinding his hips against my bare pussy. “You make me insecure. Why do you do that, huh?”
I groaned, my thighs aching, the heat between my legs unbearable.
“Because you covet something you can’t have,” I taunted. “And you’re afraid someone else will get it.”
I rolled my hips, rubbing myself against him. Against the only part of him I wanted.
But instead, he slowed, looking at me with mischief.
He leaned in toward my ear and whispered, “You poor thing.” He sounded sinister. “You actually think there are things I can’t have?”
I smiled, tightening my arms around his neck, and brushed my lips across his jaw to hover over his lips. “Make it worth the risk,” I challenged. “Show me how you take what you want.”
He breathed out a quiet laugh against my cheek and palmed my tit, squeezing it possessively.
“I’m burning,” I gasped.
He flashed me a smug smirk, and my pussy clenched as I moaned, feeling his hand work between our bodies, unfastening his belt. “I’ll make it better,” he promised.
The warm flesh of
his cock crowned my entrance, and he slid it up and down my slit to spread my wetness.
“Wait,” I panted, trying to pull off his jacket. I wanted to see his body.
But he slammed his hips into mine, and I cried out, that sweet pain of the first thrust spreading through my belly as he slid into me.
“Oh, God,” I groaned. “I fucking hate you.”
Why couldn’t he wait? I wanted to feel his skin.
“As long as you fucking fuck me, I don’t care.”
He reached down between my legs and hooked an arm under my left thigh, holding me in place, and I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back, as he thrust his cock inside of me again and again, going faster and faster until all I could do was grab his jacket in my fists and hold on for the ride.
He gripped my ass in one hand, while his other wrapped around my thigh, and yanked me to him, demanding that I feel every inch.
The cool, wet air filled with the smell of earth surrounded us, and I heard laughter coming from off in the distance.
People were coming down the sidewalk, and here I was, skirt around my waist, getting fucked by a man I wasn’t even sure I liked.
But – I whimpered, rolling my hips and fucking him back – I damn well liked what he did to me.
“Tyler,” I cried out, my back stinging from the friction of the wall as he thrust into me.
I looked at him, seeing his eyes on mine, and we both watched each other, our lips barely an inch apart as he lowered his forehead to mine.
My pussy clenched around his cock, loving every inch he put into me and feeling that high every time he rubbed my G-spot.
He bit my bottom lip. “Is that it?” He slid in and out of me, raw and rough. “Do you like how I take what I want?”
The amused tone was so fucking smug, I wanted to teach him a lesson.
“No,” I answered. “You’re being careful with me.”
“Am I?” he repeated, feigning concern.
And before I knew it, he’d dropped me to my feet and spun me around. He lifted my skirt again, and I bent just a little, planting my hands on the wall as he gripped the curve of my hips and impaled me with his cock.
“Ah.” My breathing shook and my legs tingled. “Tyler, God.”
I reached back and snaked an arm around his neck as he pushed me gently against the wall, still driving into me. The rough, cool bricks bit into my chest, and he seemed to realize it, because he placed a hand against the wall for my face to rest on.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head, my orgasm cresting deep inside. “You feel so good,” I said in barely a whisper.
He took my face and turned me toward him, dipping his tongue into my mouth and kissing me long and slow.
I felt my insides tighten and clench, and while his body didn’t slow down, it was his lips that captivated me the most.
Soft, sweet, and gentle with me.
“Easton,” he breathed against my mouth.
I opened my eyes to see him looking at me.
His gaze turned thoughtful. “I’ve been with enough women to know when it’s right and when it’s wrong” – he bit my bottom lip and released it – “and when I have you in my hands, it feels more right than anything.”
I moaned, holding his eyes as I pushed against the wall and backed up into his thrusts.
“I still haven’t felt your skin on mine,” he said, his voice turning harder as he lowered his hands, kneading and squeezing my hips roughly. “And I still haven’t tasted you.”
I dropped my head, struggling to catch my breath. “Please,” I begged, though I wasn’t sure what for. “Tyler, please.”
I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing and I didn’t want him to stop what he was saying, but I knew he should.
“I’m going to strip you down and get you in a bed,” he breathed into my ear, “so I can see this beautiful body fuck me from on top,”
I dug my nails into the brick, scratching the hard surface. “Yes,” I groaned. “So good.”
He leaned in until there was absolutely no space between us. “I hope you’re on the pill.” His thrusts grew harder and faster, and I backed up into it, my moans, his grunts, and our skin meeting over and over again the only sounds in our little space. “I’m taking you home with me, and we’re doing this all over again.”
I spoke into his ear, smiling. “But I have schoolwork,” I played. “You and I have a parent-teacher conference soon, and you’re not the only parent I have to take care of.”
His eyes flared before falling closed. He was close.
“Your schoolwork and the other parents can wait,” he ordered, grabbing my hair, his breath falling on the side of my face. “You’re still taking care of me.”
My pussy tightened around his cock, and I opened my mouth, gasping and moaning.
“Tyler,” I cried out.
He breathed hard, squeezing my tit as he moaned. “Oh, fuck.”
And I hunched over, crying out as my insides exploded and his dick rammed my sweet spot, bringing me home.
“Oh, God,” I groaned.
Warmth spread through my belly, and my legs shook from the tingles spreading down my muscles.
My whole body continued to jerk, and my head bobbed back and forth as he kept pounding me from behind.
“Ah,” he growled, and I winced from how hard he gripped my hips.
He yanked me back again, my neck jerking twice as he slammed his cock deep inside me and came. The warmth of his come filled me up, and his ragged breathing fell across my shoulder blade as he bowed his head, trying to catch his breath.
He stayed inside me, and I made no move to separate us.
Holy shit.
The slow realization hit me of where we were and that anyone could have seen us. My body – hot only moments ago – began to cool from my wet clothes, and the soreness between my legs started to feel heavier by the second. My back probably had scratches on it, my ass and hips probably had bruises from his hands, and my panties were a torn scrap on the dirty ground.
But I didn’t care.
I tilted my head, finding his sweet lips and getting lost in his soft kiss.
No, I didn’t care.
Shit.
TWELVE
TYLER
T
he constant rain pummeled the windows, and I blinked awake, the only light in the room coming from the blue glare of the digits on the alarm clock.
Sitting up slowly, I combed my fingers through my hair and wiped away the sweat on my forehead.
Shit, it’s hot in here. The humidity from the rain always made everything so miserable.
Glancing to my side, I noticed the small form underneath the sheet, and I slowly leaned down on one elbow, my heart racing with pleasure at the sight of Easton Bradbury curled up on her side, her hand – palm up – resting next to her face.
Her eyelids, with their thick, brown lashes, rested calmly, with none of her usual little scowls tightening her pretty face. She looked peaceful.
I inhaled a heavy breath, suddenly feeling like the air was too thick.
What the hell was she doing to me?
I hadn’t felt like this in a long time.
Not since the first time I realized I wanted my son and I was losing him.
Christian had barely been a toddler the first time I’d seen him. And for the first time in my life, I finally started to realize there were things I might not be able to have.
And I’d been scared. Exactly like I was now.
Christian smiles so wide his eyes close as he kicks the beach ball with his little legs. His mouth makes an O when he sees how far the ball travels, and he takes off, running after it.
I look between Brynne and him, playing in the park and unaware that I’m there. My heart aches.
My son.
I can barely breathe.
I was driving down St. Charles when I’d spotted her car. I’d glanced around for only a few seconds before I saw her.
And him.<
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I don’t know why I did it, but I’d pulled over. We hadn’t spoken lately, and I hadn’t seen my son since he was born. I thought about him, but it still didn’t feel like he was real.
Not until now.
I swallow, seeing her pick him up and hold him over her head. He’s only about a year and a half, and I smile, noticing how happy and playful he is.
He looks just like me.
Life was scarier – and harder – when you had things you were afraid to lose.
Reaching out, I ran my thumb down her golden cheek, the skin as smooth as water.
She pursed her rose lips, her soft breathing sweeter than music, and I let out a breath, running my possessive hand down her side and over her ass.
What the hell was I doing? Why was she so damn addictive?
She reminded me so much of myself – the pride, the independence, the stubbornness…
But I rarely ever spent the night with a woman, much less brought them to my house, so why the hell had I done so with her?
I struggled with too many expectations from other people on me, as well as my own, to bring a woman into the mix.
This was a mistake.
She’d start getting demanding, I’d start disappointing her, and she’d eventually realize that she would never come first.
At least that’s the way it had always been.
Pushing away my warring thoughts, I slowly pulled down the sheet, exposing her perfect breasts, full with hard nipples that begged for my mouth.
My cock began to rush with heat and harden, and my chest swelled with the need to be something for her that I had never been for any other woman. I wanted to give her everything. I wanted to never disappoint her.
Reaching down, I took myself in my hand and stroked as I leaned over and flicked her nipple with my tongue and then caught it between my teeth, dragging out the sensation.
She moaned, and the sheet over my cock tented. I loved that little sound of hers.
“Do that again,” I begged, opening my mouth and sucking in as much of her tit as I could handle.
Her hand went to my hair, and I could feel the vibrations of her groan against my mouth as I kissed her body.