Rather than let me recover, he keeps going, and another orgasm starts to build in my center almost immediately. Placing my wrists behind my back, I offer them to him in a show of unspoken submission. He lets out a low, feral growl of approval and pins them together with one hand. His other hand wraps around my shoulder, pinning me down against the bed, and his movements pick up speed, hitting deeper.
The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, interspersed with grunts and groans, moans and whimpers. Unlike last night, which was soft and slow, he’s fucking me—hard.
“Good job,” he praises, sinking deeper. “You take my dick so well.”
Pleasure seizes hold of my body and my legs tremble, my voice failing. I can’t respond. All I can do is hold on for dear life while he owns me at a punishing pace, unleashing a string of praise alternating with dirty talk that would make even me blush under other circumstances.
As the delicious tension in my core winds even tighter, I feel myself approach the point of no return. He releases my hands and seizes me by the waist, pulling me into him. I fist the bedding, my calves quivering. It’s even more overwhelming than the first time. It’s good, almost too good, and I never want it to end.
“Ty.” Air fills my lungs with a sharp gasp, my hips jolting. “Oh, god. I’m coming. Come with me, please.”
That earns me another spank that echoes through the air, this one hard enough to sting. He groans my name, slamming into me one more time. His body lurches forward, and his heavy frame covers mine, pushing me into the mattress as we both come undone.
“Fuck.” Breathing heavily, he collapses over me. He husks a laugh, burying his face in my neck. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Maybe.” As the last ebbs of my orgasm fade away, giddiness overtakes me, and I burst into a fit of laughter. I can only assume it’s a peculiar side effect of orgasming so hard that I nearly blacked out. Factoring in my legs like jelly, he’s reduced me to a giggly, jiggly pile of goo.
Gentle kisses land along my shoulder, traveling up the curve of my neck. He nuzzles my cheek. “How are you doing? Talk to me, Tink.”
Another burst of laughter escapes my lips, partially muted by the pillow beneath me. I don’t even know why I’m laughing. I’ve heard of people crying after sex—something about disinhibition within certain parts of the brain—but never giggling uncontrollably. For some reason, I can’t stop.
“I’m sorry.” I lift my head, my eyes filling with tears. “I think you broke my brain.”
“Damn right I did.”
We untangle ourselves and he helps clean me up, his touch suddenly tender and careful and sweet. You’d never guess he was uttering filthy, nearly unspeakable things to me only moments ago.
Pulling me to him on his bed, he kisses my temple and runs his fingers through my hair from root to end. I nestle into his chest, happy and tired, willfully ignoring the outside world.
After a few more minutes, I whisper, “I should sneak back upstairs before they notice something is up.”
“Yeah.” But he doesn’t let me go.
I’m not in a hurry to leave, either. After a few more minutes, I know I have to. Stealing another quick kiss, we part ways and I dart into the bathroom to fix my hair. Or I try to—because when I open Tyler’s door, Siobhan is standing at the bottom of the stairs holding a case of coolers.
She freezes. I freeze. We gape at one another.
Obviously incriminating circumstances aside, I’m sure I look like I just got fucked. Thoroughly.
This is bad, isn’t it? On a scale of one to ten, how likely is this to make it back to my brother?
Siobhan recovers first. “Um, sorry. Dallas said there were more White Claws in the basement fridge. He’s still playing COD so I came down here to grab them. I didn’t realize you were down here.”
“Tyler and I were just… talking.” I jerk my thumb behind me to his room. “In there.”
A knowing smile forms on her lips. “Right. Talking.”
Evidently having heard our voices, Tyler steps through the doorway, and shock crosses his face. “Shiv.”
“Please don’t tell anyone,” I say.
She holds up her hand, pretending to shield her eyes. “I saw nothing. I know nothing.”
“Thanks Shiv,” we both say.
Overtime is crammed when we walk into the doors just past nine to meet the rest of the team for Tyler’s birthday. It’s been hard to look him in the eye without getting giddy. That he can rail me so thoroughly sometimes and be so adorable and gentle at others is a paradox that leaves me wondering in the best possible way. I never know what I’m going to get.
Though, even when he’s being dirty, he’s still sweet beneath it.
We grab empty seats at the table, placing me with Shiv and Bailey while the guys cluster together. Siobhan has been extra-nice to me all evening, probably compensating for one of the more embarrassing ways to get caught of all time.
My eyes land on the bar, and I spot Chloe standing at the register. I’d forgotten she got a new job waiting tables here. Too bad she’s working and can’t join us. I have no idea when she has the time to sleep.
When it looks like she’s got a free minute, I squeeze up to say hello. “Hey, how’s the new job going?”
Chloe’s face brightens. “Good. Much better than the old one. They don’t steal my tips, and they actually pay me on time. No flagrant human rights or health and safety violations, and no one has sexually harassed me so far. Massive upgrade.”
“That’s great,” I say. “When are you done? Any chance you can join us after?”
A few feet away, one of the side entrances opens. Reid appears in the doorway wearing a dark wool dress coat and a black scarf. He spots me and he offers me a friendly grin as he weaves past the tables to join the guys. Chloe falls unusually silent. Her green eyes track him until he disappears, then her attention returns to me.
“That’s Reid,” I tell her. “One of the guys on my brother’s team. He’s cute, hey?”
“Huh?” A dismissive wave shuts me down, and she makes a face. “No, no. I was just looking at him because he’s very…” Her gaze darts to our table again, where Reid is now sitting beside Tyler. “Tall.”
Chloe’s right: he is tall. He also happens to be panty-meltingly hot, and I suspect that’s the real draw.
“It’s okay to look, even if you don’t want to touch.”
She huffs. “I definitely don’t.”
Methinks she’s protesting too much, but I don’t want to push. I’m sure she has her reasons for being averse to dating, and I understand that. Plus, I don’t want to be nosy and overbearing like Abby. It’s better if you let people open up in their own time.
One of the other servers waves to Chloe as if to tell her to get back to work.
“Sorry,” I say. “I didn’t mean to keep you. If you want to join us on your break or after you’re finished for the night, come find me, okay?”
Chloe grabs her tray and tucks it under her arm, flashing me a smile. “I should get one in about an hour. I’ll try to come find you then.”