“Thanks for coming tonight, Hades.”
“Thanks for inviting me.” He pauses, grinning. “Well, technically Chase invited me. But I’m going to pretend you wanted me here.”
Rocking onto my tiptoes, I kiss his cheek. “I definitely did.”
“Is this what you had in mind?” I ask Tyler.
He comes to a halt in his bedroom doorway, clutching a glass of water in each hand, and stares at me standing before him in nothing but his red jersey. Doesn’t blink. Doesn’t move. Doesn’t say a word.
I think he might be glitching again.
After a beat, he recovers and closes the door behind him. Then he crosses the room to me in a few broad strides, setting the water aside on his nightstand.
“It’s exactly what I had in mind. You’re fucking perfect.” Large hands scoop me up and lift me off the ground, carrying me several steps to his bed. I sink into the mattress as he places me down beneath him, his hair tumbling over his forehead. He’s broad and lean above me, a sinewy frame sculpted from hours on the ice and at the gym.
“Seeing you out there tonight was everything, Tink.” His eyes trace my face in that thoughtful, pensive way of his. “I love you.”
I swear, my heart grows a little more every time he says that to me.
“I love you,” I tell him.
Threading his fingers through the roots of my hair, he dips his head, and his lips crush mine, claiming and possessive. My palms glide up his bare arms, surfing along the curves of his muscles to grip his shoulders. I wrap my legs around his waist, reveling in how our centers perfectly align, and when I shift beneath him, he draws in a sharp breath, hardening even more.
Tender kisses land on my neck, his lips hot against my skin as his hands slip beneath the fabric of the jersey. It’s not long before all of our clothes have been abandoned on the floor and we’re completely naked.
Tyler sits back on his knees before me, pumping his length with a hungry look on his face. “Play with your pussy for me.”
Our eyes stay locked as my fingers slide down my stomach, reaching lower until they find my swollen, aching clit.
“Oh.” Pleasure rockets through me, and a breathy moan slips through my lips.
He lets out a low, almost pained sound. “Keep going.”
I do as he says, working in small circles as the pleasure blossoms in my core. It’s both torture and relief; he’s so close and he’s what my body really wants.
Fisting his cock, he draws closer until he’s hovering over me, kissing me again.
“I’m on birth control,” I pant, my hips instinctively arching to meet him. “I haven’t been with anyone else.”
Tyler groans and looks down, grazing my slick entrance with the tip. “I haven’t either. I haven’t even looked at anyone.” He drags his cock along my slit, watching for my reaction. “Ask me to fuck you.”
My lower back arches, seeking his body, and I whimper. “Please fuck me.”
He tsks. “You look so pretty when you beg.”
We both cry out as he thrusts forward, sinking deeper until he reaches resistance. Tension coils in my center when he begins to move, rolling his hips with divine precision, nudging a spot only he’s ever found. Somehow, knowing there’s nothing between us drives me even more wild.
Sweet bliss washes over my body, and my toes curl, a needy whimper falling from my lips. The way he moves is a revelation. Everything he does is the perfect blend of gentle and rough, giving and taking. It’s slow, languorous fucking; an unhurried exploration of each other’s bodies.
He pins my wrists above my head with one hand, going deeper. “This tight little pussy is mine.”
I gasp as another shockwave of pleasure rocks me. “What about your cock?”
“It’s yours, Ser. Every inch belongs to you.”
Slowly, he pulls back until we’re nearly separated, and I feel empty at the sudden loss of his girth. I watch his six-pack flex as he drives forward, filling me completely. Pleasure lights me up from the inside out, and I moan, hitching my legs tighter around him.
Releasing my wrists, his broad palm slides beneath my lower back, lifting me to him. When he pumps into me, I arch against the pillow with a wordless cry. My eyelids flutter shut at the new sensation, my fingernails biting into his lower back. Wave after wave crashes over me, blurring into one. I cling to him as everything grows hazy, and I begin to lose myself in him.
After holding back at first, he gives me everything, thrusting harder and faster until we’re both hovering on the brink. His mouth collides with mine, capturing my cries, and our kiss turns sloppy, desperate. He picks up my leg, wrapping it higher around his torso, and his next plunge fills me so deeply that I feel him everywhere.
Euphoria short-circuits my brain. “Come in me. Please.”
When he drives into me again, he hits exactly where I need it most. I become weightless beneath him at the same time he shudders with a groan, his body tensing over mine.
“Goddamnit, Ser.” I feel him throb between my legs with release, and he drops his forehead to mine, winded. Seconds pass, and we stay tangled together, breathing heavily. “You’ve unlocked another cheat code. I’m fucked.”
“I promise to only use my powers for good, like when I’m already coming.”
Tyler laughs, kissing my shoulder. “It’s a deal.”
We reluctantly pull apart and he cleans me up before we get ready for bed. By the time we crawl back underneath the covers, it’s late. My body is tired, my heart is full, and all I can think of is how lucky I am. After feeling lost for such a long time, now I know exactly where I’m going.
“Question fifty-three.” He pulls me to him with my back to his chest, pressing his lips to the base of my neck. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”
“As much as I love you?”
“More. I would do anything for you, Tink. Name it, and it’s yours.”
EPILOGUE
SERAPHINA
3ish years later…
Of my twenty-three years on this planet, this has got to be one of the most embarrassing moments I’ve had.
My hands tug at the denim, but it won’t budge. “Ugh!”
“What’s wrong, Tink?” Tyler walks around the corner, toweling off his wet hair. He’s wearing nothing but black boxer briefs, and even though we just showered together, his lean, toned body briefly distracts me from my predicament.
I’m standing in the middle of our walk-in closet trying to get dressed. Emphasis, trying. The jeans I’ve been living in for the past two months are suddenly several sizes too small. I got a little overzealous trying to force them up, and now they’re stuck halfway up my thighs.
That’s right. I’m trapped in my pants. It looks every bit as ridiculous as it sounds.
“Can you help me?” I gesture to myself. “I don’t want to lose my balance trying to get these off.”
It’s a valid concern given how clumsy I’ve been this pregnancy. Over the past few months, I’ve broken two phones, sprained my big toe, and spilled Chanel Rouge Noir nail polish all over our off-white carpet. I also shattered a glass yesterday when I turned around and knocked it off the counter with my belly.