It’s a series of muffled moans and Tyler’s murmuredgood girl’s against my lips. Once I’m able to come down from the high and cool the flames that heat my skin, I reach at his belt buckle, trying to set him free.
A smile curves his lips as he lets me fumble with his pants. He brushes the hair from my face, and whispers kisses on my lips.
Once he’s free, he pushes the satin material of my dress up my legs and steps between them. The tip of his cock teases me, treacherously inching in and then out. I let out a small whimper, tightening my legs around him to try and push him deeper.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “So wet, baby. That’s my girl.”
He pushes completely inside me and his body trembles at the sensation. The power of causing that creates a high I can’t resist. It only gets stronger and stronger when I see those emeralds flick up at me, a predator so dangerous and yet submits tome.
I press my forehead against his and wrap my arms around the back of his neck, reveling in the high. It’s something he gives me that Ryan never did.
“Yes!” I breathe out. “Don’t stop.”
I can feel his desire heavy in each thrust of his hips. In theway his hands lock into my hair. In the way his lips press so desperately into mine.
And even through the haze of the high, I still hear the echoing pain that comes with every heartbeat.
A reminder.
And it makes me wonder how we will ever say goodbye.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
TYLER
My body is occupiedby a bunch of business men while my attention is stuck on my girl sitting at the bar with Mace and Sam. Cole and Anthony stand as pillars of protection on either side of them.
Her hair is a little wilder than earlier, subtle proof of my fingers through it. I smile as I take a sip of my bourbon, but it’s soon gone when I feel a presence next to me.
I knew I’d run into her tonight, considering it’s her father’s campaign, after all. I haven’t seen her since I called off the engagement. Well, since I forced her father to. I still wonder what Matthew gave Mitchell for it.
“Hey,” she mutters, looking at me.
I don’t look at her. Rather, my gaze is still pulled by Sunny, looking devastating as ever. They all see tonight that she’s my partner. My equal. She’s not some accessory to hang on my arm like all the other women here.
Without her, I’m not complete.
Without her, I’m nothing.
“Shelby.”
She doesn’t hold the aura of confidence she normally does.She looks more timid tonight, more sad. As if seeing me bring Sunny here told her everything she needed to know about her future with me.
She follows my gaze. They’re all laughing at something Sam said.
My family.
“My father told me about the contract you made.”
I’m unaware of said contract. Eventually I’ll find out what that is. Something tells me it was a cop out for her father so his infidelity doesn’t get leaked.
I finally look at her. “And?”
She’s wearing a burnt orange gown with her hair clipped up on one side. She’s pretty. But she’s no Sunny.
“I just…” she exhales a waivered breath. “Is that truly what you want?” Her brown eyes spark with hope I’d say no.
“It’s always what I wanted. It was just a matter of the push I needed to make it happen.”
