“Huh,” He looks down. “Thank god, I could use the help.”
I bite back a laugh while he grins at me.I can’t like you, Tyler.
“I got the goods! We are gonna be doing some manifesting tonight baby!” Sam says, holding a bag filled with an assortment of crystals.
Tyler and I just look at one another.
Then the laughter follows.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
TYLER
After Sunny’s firsttraining session, she asked if she could come on a weekly basis to continue. Obviously I’d never turn her down. Since then, she’s spent the last few weeks coming in with each of us, training and learning more on self-defense while getting stronger. This helps me give her an ounce of leverage to protect herself in the moments I’m not there to protect her—without crossing any lines.
Somehow, I’m fucking nervous tonight, because it’ll be just us. Cole and Anthony won’t be here as a buffer between us.
I wanted to prep before she came here, so I sent a trusted car service to pick her up. A slip of a hundred dollar bill and a threat that if he doesn’t get my girl here safely were enough to send him down the road without another word.
Wrapping my hands, I hear the door open as she walks in.Don’t fuck this up Tyler.Had she been any other woman, things would’ve been very different.But it’s Sunny.
Her trust is already fragile, and she’s willing enough to trust someone like me, despite the fact she’s had a glimpse into the person I can be. I’m already hers. In order to make her mine, I have to be cautious, meticulous, and dare I say, gentle.
She’s still wearing her scrubs, and I can’t help but think how completelydevastatingshe is in them. She’s turning me on while simultaneously making me an uneasy wreck.
Do not fucking get a hard on, Tyler.
That damn little fire in her has ignited a series of new kinks in me which are slowly burning down the foundation of who I am that I worked so hard for. The man who hacked a widely secured database, breaching the confidentiality of so many employees just to find this girl, can’t even control his dick. All she has done is waltz in wearing goddamn scrubs.
“Hey!” she chimes, closing the door behind her. “I’m just going to change really quickly.” She heads for the bathrooms.
Nodding, I watch her as my heart thrums against my chest.
She observes the place around her, eyes wider than normal with giddiness as if she’s seeing it for the first time. “I really love this place.”
“It’s one of my favorite places,”
“Thank you for sharing it with me.” Then she heads to the bathroom.
A grueling few minutes later, she emerges, making me more undone than when she walked in wearing her scrubs. Despite the chill of the October air, she chose black shorts that keep almost nothing a secret. Only further adding my dick’s protests with a little cropped black shirt.
“Does this work?” she asks.
I give a twirling motion with my finger for her to spin around. She laughs, giving me a slow turn, showing the flex of her leg muscles, the grip the shorts have on her ass, the narrowing of her waist that spills into curves on her hips.
Of course it fucking works.
“Absolutely.” I gesture for her to come to the punching bag.
Just a mere week prior, I admitted the one thing I didn’t even realize was happening while she slept in my arms.It changed everything.
I’m ready to make her mine, and that’s going to start tonight.
SUNNY
I’m panting.
Hard.
