We really should be getting out of here and letting Brooke and Tora get some uninterrupted sleep, but I can’t bring myself to call it a night. I’m not ready to have her walk away and forget about me again. The thought…fuck. It kills me.
Brylee laughs to herself as I drop down onto the couch and put my feet up. I’m exhausted. Tonight has been massive, but keeping up with Brylee as she let loose and enjoyed her night was a huge fucking task, but I was more than up for the challenge.
Brylee laughs as she sashays out of the kitchen, turning off the light as she goes. “Come on,” she says, passing in front of the couch that’s been jammed right up against the wall. “We should get out of here.”
My arm snakes out and curls around her toned waist before giving her a tug. Brylee crashes down onto the couch with a laugh that comes out as more of a squeal. She reaches for me, grabbing hold of my shoulders as her body crashes into the soft cushions. “What are you doing?” she squeaks, enjoyment beaming from her eyes.
I come crashing down on top of her. “This party ain’t even close to being over.”
“Are you crazy?” she laughs, wrapping her arms around my neck. “There’s no one here.”
I look down at her, taking in the beautifully soft lines of her face. She’s so fucking gorgeous. “There’s you and me, Freckles, and that’s all that counts.”
Bry’s eyes soften with the old nickname and I can’t help reaching up and running my fingers down the side of her face, brushing the stray strands of hair back just so I can see every little bit of her.
Brylee leans into my touch as desire pools in her eyes and before I know it, her arms are tightening around my neck and she’s pulling me down to her. Brylee crushes her lips to mine and a groan travels up my throat.
Fuck, yes. This is exactly the kind of rush that I’ve been searching for.
My hand falls to her waist and slips up under the hem of her shirt, feeling that creamy skin of hers beneath my fingers. Bry arches up into me, pushing her chest up into mine and I take over control, knowing exactly what she needs and exactly how she likes it.
I kiss her deeply as desperation takes over us. Brylee scrambles for my shirt, tugging it over my head while I do the same to her. My shirt has barely even hit the floor before she’s reaching for my belt buckle.
Brylee gets my jeans undone and pushes them down past my hips, letting my dick spring free. Her hand wraps around me, curling into a tight fist and forcing a low groan from my throat.
Fuck, I need to touch her.
I reach up her skirt and hook my fingers over her lace thong before tearing them down her legs and grabbing hold of her waist.
I pull her up off the couch while letting myself crash back down onto it. I bring Brylee down on top of me until she’s straddling my hips and the second she can, she crushes her lips back to mine.
A wild need pulses through both of us and with her lips still on mine, she takes hold of me and raises up on her knees. Brylee guides me to her entrance and before I know it, we’re both groaning as she sinks down on top of me.
Chapter 5
Brylee
A deep rumble echoes through my pounding skull as consciousness begins to return. What the hell was that noise?
I clench my eyes as my face twists into the most unladylike morning scowl. God, why do I have to wake up so early? I’m not even close to getting the hundred hours of sleep per night that my body requires to function like a normal human being, and besides, I’m way too comfortable in these warm arms.
Wait. Fuck. Warm arms? I did it again.
Shit.
I peel my eyes open into the bright morning light and my head screams at me for all my shitty decisions.
Please have clothes on. Please have clothes on.
Maybe we just fooled around a little. You know, a little kiss here and there with a bit of over the clothes touchy-feeling stuff going on. Maybe I didn’t actually screw him while blind drunk. Who am I kidding? This is Tyson Wilder. Of course I screwed him. I screwed him until we couldn’t tell whose body parts belonged to who. He’s my weakness and the second he touches me, desire pulses through my veins and I turn into a horny bitch with no morals or boundaries.
I lift my head off Tyson’s naked chest and look down our bodies. Yep, definitely naked. There’s no chance that I told him ‘no’ last night. If anything, I probably begged him for it. God, I’m such a needy whore when it comes to this man. So much for staying away from him.
A noise down the hallway has me jumping into action.
I wriggle out of Tyson’s warm arms and can’t help but look down at him in the process. He really is a spectacular looking guy. He’s everything. Shit, he’s more than everything. Beautiful olive skin, hazel eyes, and a smirk that could have a woman’s underwear spontaneously disintegrate. He’s got that whole dark and mysterious vibe going on and it gets me every time. All he needs to do is flash me that smile and I’m putty in his hands.
I need to be stronger. I can’t allow myself to keep falling into his trap. I need to focus on school. I didn’t get this far just to give it all up because I’m distracted by a boy with a devilish smile and a bad reputation.
As I get to my feet, my head begins to spin and I regret taking that last shot of Tequila with Elle, though at least I didn’t end up throwing it up in the garden outside like she did. My feet instantly ache from all the dancing that I shouldn’t have been doing and I begin searching for my underwear. I find my bra hanging off the back of the couch and struggle to get the clasp done behind my back before finding my thong shoved down beside Tyson.
I chuckle to myself as he lays there with his dick hanging out for the world to see and have to slap a hand over my mouth as he groans and rolls over, showing off that perfect ass of his. I freeze while sucking in a breath. Oh, shit. Please don’t wake up! I am so not ready to face my mistakes just yet. Tyson grumbles in his sleep and nuzzles his face deeper into the cushion and before I know it, he’s back in a deep sleep and I let out my breath. Thank God.
Knowing I don’t have much time, I turn on my heel and start for the bathroom.
My feet curse me with every step I take and as I go, the memories of exactly what happened on that couch start flooding in. His hands gripping my ass, Tyson deep inside me as I rode him like a cowgirl, his lips on my neck, and the sheer desperation…I mean, that was just something else. Tyson and I have always had incredible sex. He has a talent for knowing exactly what I want and he hits the mark every single time. It’s hands-down the best sex I’ve ever had.
It all happened so fast. One second I was laughing as he pulled me down to the couch and the next, I was grabbing his very big dick and sinking down onto him. Wait. Did we even use a condom? I try to think clearly, but the memories are fuzzy. Please tell me that I got a condom and sheathed that beastly monster. If I didn’t…crap, that’s not even something I’m willing to think about.
“No, no, no, no,” I repeat to myself over and over again, making a promise that I’ll go back and check every inch of the floor, dive through the couch and cushions, check freaking everywhere until I find that foil wrapper and ease my racing, terrified heart. Though wouldn’t I have him leaking out of me if we didn’t? Gross, that’s not something I want to be thinking about right now.