“You’ll wake them up,” he hisses, but follows me anyway.
“They had like a gallon of eggnog each. I think we’ll be fine.”
I haul his ass downstairs, putting him with his back to me next to the piano so I can read the tune and play the first notes to this song–hissong. It’s a heavy beat, with an entrancing drum. I can hear the pulse and sultriness of it in my head, but it’s challengingto capture the feeling on a piano. No, this sexy piece needs a heavy bass and headboard-banging drum. I can justfeelit in my fingertips, in my very soul, as I try to coax this sound out. This song is pure passion and sex. And it’s all his.
It’s all Tyler. It’sus.
“Jesus, Jacie. That sounds phenomenal,” Tyler is leaning against the wall now and looks at me in awe. “Did you just come up with that while you were… You know.”
“When I was pounding you into oblivion?” I grin up at him, winking, as he nods with a chuckle. “What can I say? You inspire me.”
The corner of his mouth hitches up. “Like I’m your muse?”
“Exactly. Maybe we should go back upstairs again. See if I can come up with some other riff. It still needs something…” I trail off as I repeat the riff over and over again, trying to get itjustright. The rest of the words to this song are also somewhere on the edge of my periphery, but since I already have pages and pages full of musings about Tyler, that can wait. The tune is more important.
“Can you…” I make a turn motion with my hand and he complies, showing me his side. “Lift your arm… Perfect,” I say as I play the melody I jotted down there when he was moaning particularly loud. “Don’t move.” And he doesn’t, letting me use him as my own personal music stand as I find the perfect sound.
It doesn’t take long before his parents shuffle in all sleepy, huddled in a couple of matching dressing gowns.
“What’s all this noise, do you know–” His dad halts when he sees Tyler standing there in nothing but his boxers, arm in the air, black ink all over him and a flush on his cheeks. And me–also in my underwear–banging away on their piano. “Should we even ask?”
“Better not,” Tyler mumbles, getting redder by the second.
His mom gives me a smile and a thumbs-up, though. “Sounds great, Jace. Please continue.”
“What?” Ty’s father looks at Anne like she’s crazy. “It’s one AM. We need to get to the diner early in the morning.”
“Inspiration can hit at the most peculiar times, honey,” she answers and pats him on the arm before heading back to their den. “Just get back to bed, see if we can find some inspiration as well.”
I let my head fall forward and snort into my arms as Tyler groans.
“Didn’t need to hear that,” he complains as I chuckle, absolutely fucking loving this family.
TWENTY-SIX
I’m still at my parents’ place the day after Christmas since the team has a couple days off from training. I figured with my parents at the diner, we could enjoy having the place to ourselves, since either the jock house or his apartment is always so crowded. Jace however, was overly hyped from his new song and wanted to get to his band, so he took my truck. He’s picking me up later today and now I’m in my room in the middle ofa ‘The Witcher’ re-watch, having a newfound appreciation for Henry Cavill.
But not even growly Geralt can keep me focused. I’m unable to concentrate for shit, last night and this morning playing over and over again in my head on a loop. Yeah, we did it again when we woke up, and it was awesome. I swear I can’t keep the fucking grin off my face ever since he first entered me last night.
I jump when someone knocks on my door frame.
“What are you smiling about?” Lamar stands in my doorway and smirks his famous know-it-all grin at my expression before going inside and making himself comfortable next to me on my bed. It's the same bed that Jace vacated only a few hours before, even stealing some of my old running gear while he was at it, so he could go on our morning run before meeting up with his crew.
The morning run which I skipped. Because fuck, I can still feel it in my ass.Especiallyafter the railing he gave me this morning. He found that really funny; I could hear him chuckling in the hallway as he left me lying here.
“So,” Lamar starts while I pause the show as I chill against the headboard. “Is this area safe for me to lie on?” The moron actually lies back and makes snow-angels motions on his side.
I scrunch up my nose and suppress a smile. “Wouldn’t want to do that if I were you.”
“I knew it! I just knew you guys finally did it!” He chuckles, getting up again. “I’m not opposed to a little manly man-sweat. Have you ever smelled the laundry room when all of our gym bags are in there after a game?”
“You’re being gross.”
“Not as gross as you were just now.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
“Wasn’t anything gross about it, actually.”
“Oh, so it was fun?” He smiles broadly before his expression turns serious, and he holds his hand over his heart. “I know I canbe an immature prick at the best of times, but if you want to talk dicks, then I’m here for you.”
