I’d be able to see Tyler sooner now, however, and even though I was tired after getting up earlier than I’d thought I’d have to this morning, that was a good thing. I grabbed my jacket and pulled it on. “You going to be okay tonight, buddy? I wouldn’t have blamed you for calling out entirely.”
Groaning, he nodded. “You know me. I’ll survive.”
Feeling extra pleased with life, I leaned over and dropped a loud, smooching kiss on his warm cheek. He laughed and shoved me, but I was already dancing away from him. He wouldn’t take back his scarf, and I looped it around my neck because I might as well use it if I had it.
Journey pursed his lips in my direction as if my good mood was wearing on his very last nerve. “Are things going well with your detective?” His accent madedetectivesound crisp and sexy.
“You could say that,” I said and tugged the ends of the scarf, trying not to smile—and failing. “You could also say he’s got a kinky side.” I tapped the toes of my shoes on the floor because my excitement at getting to see Tyler was too big to keep contained. I’d never felt this way.
“Say no more. Please, I’m begging.” Journey held his hands out toward me as if to ward off my joy while he carefully sank onto the stool at the desk.
“Funny, so was I.” With a saucy wink, I turned on my heel and walked away from his dramatic groans.
“You’re banned from speaking about this man,” he called after me. “I don’t want visuals. He’s not my type.”
Frowning, I glanced over my shoulder at him, but he was too busy rubbing his temples with his eyes closed. Had I missed something with Journey? Or was I reading too much into what he’d said? Did that meanIwas his type? It didn’t matter either way. Shrugging it all off, I let myself smile again. “Yeah, yeah.” I waved a hand in the air as I went, and his laughter chased after me.
Already planning what I would do tonight with my extra time—maybe I’ll cook for Tyler?—I pushed open the door to Healing Hearts and went outside. Darkness had taken over the sky and shadows clung to the buildings all around. A strong gust of cold wind caused the tails of the scarf to smack me on the face, and I snorted out a laugh, tucking them down into my jacket. I was still poking at the soft, expensive fabric when strong arms grabbed me around the waist.
Instinct had me struggling as I was picked up off my feet. I kicked and fought as I was dragged into a dim alley near the building entrance. My head spun when I was whirled around to face the wall, and then in one mighty heave, I was twisted until my back smacked the bricks. Dark eyes glittered in the gloom and warm lips covered mine. My heart calmed at Tyler’s unmistakable musk in my nose, and I moaned into his mouth.
Squirming, I rubbed my crotch against his hard thigh. I’d caught fear wood, and now that he was kissing me, it felt really fucking amazing. Gasping, I smacked him hard on the chest when he pulled back to grin down into my face.
“You asshole! You scared a hundred and fifty-three years off my life. What—why?” I shook my head but was already smiling. Cupping his cheek, I stood on tiptoe, and he dipped down and sucked on my bottom lip. His big hands grasped both of my asscheeks, pulling me tight to his body. We shared the same air for so long I was close to coming from rocking against him by the time he pulled back. Heat twisted in my groin and burned in my belly.
“Fuck it,” he whispered and shoved me against the wall.
“Tyler, what…? Oh,” I whispered as he sank to his knees and quickly lowered my zipper. His hair was soft under my fingers as I clutched it, and the tightness and heat of his mouth pulled a whimper from me as he sucked me down his throat. The speed of his blow job amped up and had me grimacing against the waves of pleasure. It was as if he thought he’d never get to do it again.Ormaybe he was only worried about us getting caught.
For a second he gagged around my cockhead, but then it was all bliss. I couldn’t do anything except fuck against his face. He shoved my hips back until my ass touched the cold brick, and I whined as he bobbed his head and took control of the tempo. I scrabbled at the wall, wincing as the tips of my fingers burned from the scrape against the rough surface. My pleasure gathered far too fast, and my balls felt like they were so fucking full. I bit the tip of my tongue to keep myself from yelling as I blew my load down his throat. I gasped and shivered, stuck there against the bricks as he tucked my spit-wet cock back into my boxers, then zipped me up. He gave my deflating dick a pat as he got to his feet.
“Tyler,” I panted out. “Oh wow, and Jesus Christ.”
He leaned back and the lights from the street cut across his face. His mouth twisted down and his top teeth showed through a gap between his contorted lips.
“Tyler, what’s wrong?” I touched his arm but could barely make my fingers listen to me. “Did I hurt you?”
He snorted, and that question finally got me a smile from him as he shook his head and dragged the blindfold out of his pocket. At the sight of the piece of fabric, I moaned, and my cock forgot all about the fact I’d just emptied my nuts as it nosed awake again. I let out a needy whimper that should have been embarrassing, but with Tyler it only felt… decadent.
“Will you wear this and come with me?”
Nodding, I moaned eagerly. “I’ll come anyplace you want.”
He shared a smile with me—small, and the most potently intimate thing I’d ever done with another person. I didn’t know why trading dirty jokes with him almost felt more passionate than sex, but I loved his reactions to me, as if he actually enjoyed what I did and thought and had to say. “We’re in public. People will look at me. I’m going to get hard. They might know….”
“Do you care if they know you’re mine?”
Thinking fast, but not about anything important—only how good it had felt when he’d pounded me into the mattress during the early hours this morning—I found myself shaking my head. I trusted Tyler, probably more than I should. I curled my fingers into the collar of his leather coat and dragged him down to smash my mouth against his.
“It might be nice to be stared at for something I chose, for once,” I said.
Tenderly, Tyler slanted his lips over mine and licked into my mouth. We spent more time exploring each other’s lips in the alley than we probably had since we’d met. He slipped the fabric over my eyes and leaned away to tie the knot in place at the back of my head. After the blindfold was secure, Tyler clasped my hand in his.
I blindly followed where he led, aware of the noise of his boots on the sidewalk mixing with the traffic driving by on the street. Somewhere down the block a couple was bickering. Nearby, a car door slammed. The blindfold was warm and pleasant on my face, and someone said excuse me as we went, guided by Tyler. He stopped, and there was a noise I thought was maybe a car door opening. He helped me to sit inside what I assumed was a car interior, which was no warmer than the outside. How long had he been waiting for me?
“Thank you for trusting me,” Tyler said.
Warmth heated my belly, and I nodded as he pressed a kiss to my cheek. The door shut. I fumbled with my seat belt, and soon he was sitting on my left in the driver’s seat. The engine turned over and cool air that slowly became toasty blew on me from the vents. The car rocked gently as I figured he took us out into traffic.
