“Yeah, I’m fine. You going to go find her?”
I nod. “I’ll come find you after.” I kiss my sister on the cheek then walk away.
“At least someone is going to get fucked tonight,” she murmurs.
SUNNY
After I stole a bottle of champagne from the bar, I made my way back to a quiet, dark dining room. I lean back in a chair and prop my feet up on the table where Tyler fucked me earlier. As I stare at the spot while I down the champagne, my attention is pulled to my new phone lighting up with a text from Tyler.
Where are you, little fire?
He’s been gone for maybe thirty minutes. I understand. He needs time to process. But I’d be lying if I said I was expecting more in that text than just that.
I decide to play petty. The champagne is making me bolder than usual.
In the room where you fucked me before you left me.
Stay there.
Setting the champagne down on the table, I stand from my seat. He’s coming and I need to prepare for another intense conversation. Tyler’s obsession has ignited after the details of tonight, and it’s time for me to put that out once again.
Pacing the room, I tap my phone in my hands until I hear the door open. I whip my head to see Tyler standing in the doorway, taking up so much space despite the fact it’s double doors.
It’s a brief pause, and then he is stalking towards me in long strides.
“Tyler…” I try to start but his hand is grabbing my jaw, forcing me to look at him while his other hand braces my hip, pushing me against the wall and pinning me there.
“Don’t ever hide anything from me again,” he says with lethal calm.
I nod and fucking squeeze my thighs together.
“Is there anything else I need to know?” He searches my face for a semblance of a lie.
“No.”
“Why Lauren? You arenota Lauren at all,” he says, a glimmer of amusement passes his eyes.
I let a small laugh out. “Parental pressure. My grandparents insisted I deserved a regular name. Pressured my parents into making my first name Lauren instead of Sunshine. But as soon as they brought me home, they said fuck that, she’s Sunny. They never got around to legally changing it. So, when I left Ryan, I did. I’ve always been Sunny, but Lauren Sunshine Crawford just didn’t exist at all anymore, anyways.” I shrug. “Sunny Mason feels right.”
“You will never hold another man’s last name again but mine,” he says.
And before I can argue, he’s pressing his lips against mine. It isn’t the tender, passionate kisses from earlier. These are rushed, needy, possessive.
He throws his coat off, tossing it into the dark room and slides my dress straps down to reveal my breasts. He takes a pink peak between his teeth, biting and pulling a little too hard that has my head tilting back in a hiss.
He reaches a hand between my thighs where I’m soaked with both of us. The remnants of what we did earlier in here is physical evidence as he pulls a glistening finger from between my legs.
“Open,” he demands.
And I do.
He slides his finger along my tongue. “You taste that, little fire? That’sus. Taste how fucking perfect we are together. Taste how we belong together.” He pops his finger from my mouth.
The wild look in his eyes and labored breaths that rise and fall from his chest all tell me one thing.
“Are you…jealous?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says. “I will always be jealous for you.”
