It just feels right.
Our breathing becomes heavy and the air between us becomes thick with desire. Yet, somehow, I feel like I can finally breathe. Like I’ve been suffocating, and he finally gave me oxygen.
My legs tighten around him as my need grows deeper. Feeling him against me is only a prelude to all the desires running rampant through my mind. His mouth around my nipples. His hands through my hair. His thrusts wild and unhinged as he pushes into me.
“Baby…” he whispers.
Just as we tread that fine line—where we both may have gone over the edge, a car door shuts and headlights shine into the gym, stopping us.
Tyler unwillingly pulls himself from me. His hands brace the counter I sit on as a barricade for whatever is outside. A glance over his shoulder has his jaw flexing when he sees who interrupts us. Turning back to me, his eyes fall to my lips then back to my eyes.
“It’s Sam and the rest of the family,” he says.
His eyes dart back and forth on my face, searching for whatever I’m thinking at this moment. And I’m not. I’mnotthinking.
Biting my swollen lip, I contemplate.I actually contemplate it.
He stares at me, the eagerness in his eyes growing as our family walks closer to the entrance of the training center. The hope that is growing into a flame only to be dwindled by my next words.
I can’t like you, Tyler.
“To be continued,” I finally say.
The words are opposite of what I should have said. What Ineedto say.Howcould this be continued? It cannot be continued.
Swallowing hard, he nods with a smirk. “To be continued.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
TYLER
I still havethe taste of her on my tongue, the smell of her on my clothes, my skin. A shower will practically be an impossible task at this point. I refuse to destroy any remnants of evidence of what happened.
Her final words before we faced our family plays over and over in my mind.To be continued.
I’d forgotten what it was like to simply want to kiss, to make out and enjoy that act alone. I could have spent all night making out like two teenagers.Fuck. I forgot how kissing could be so good.
It's always been a prologue, a necessary step towards the ultimate thing I wanted. Any kissing I’ve done as an adult has simply been a means to an end, an introduction to sex rather than what it is.
But it’s her.
I can kiss Sunny all night, until our lips are raw and we are suffocating for air. If that’s how death greets me, I’d go with a smile on my face.
As we sit at Martha’s, I can feel the weight of our moment, this now secret, weighing heavy over us.
I kissed Sunny.
The memories of our night invade my mind, I have to shift in my seat just to adjust the damn hard on I can’t fucking get rid of.
I kissed Sunny.
She’s leaving, and I’m only growing deeper feelings for her. Maybe I’m just a rebound, but I don’t care. I’ll be anything for her if it means I get to have her and somehow make her mine.
I watch as she plays pool with Sam and Cole, as if our lips and hands weren’t exploring one another just a mere hour ago. The remnants are still there—messed hair, swollen lips and hazy eyes.
I did that.
As though she feels my eyes on her, through that soul-bridge between us, she flicks her gaze to me. A whisper of a smile plays on her lips.
