But I love Tyler too.
I love Tyler more.
“I just want you to know my heart is beating for you. It’s not as strong, but it’s beating and every beat is for you. Even though I never felt you, or experienced probably one of the greatest feelings, I don’t need to because having you here is enough. You are enough.”
“I love you, Ryan. Goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“I love you, Bayleigh. I’ll see you in the morning.”
I’m sitting by the pool with a beer in my hand, waiting for Ryan to come down so we can talk. I hear the door open and see him slowly walking. Getting up, I hurry to his side and help him down.
“So, you made it without waking her up.”
He nods and takes a few deep breaths. “She sleeps like a rock sometimes,” he laughs and leans back in the chair. “Man I’m going to miss sitting out here, under the stars, breathing in the air.” I watch him take a few breaths and slowly close his eyes. “You’re lucky, you know that right?”
“How so?”
“You have this amazing girl who’ll love you no matter what. I know she loves you more, but I had to be selfish. Just one time.” I hang my head and listen to him talk. “For so long, I watched you and Bayleigh live your lives and I envied you, man. You had everything and I worked my ass off when things came easily for you.” He coughs a little and I rush inside to get him a glass of water. Coming back out, I help him sit up and slowly tip the water into his mouth. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I respond.
“Take care of her, man. I know you’re pissed as hell and I know this isn’t what you wanted. But please, she’s going to need you. She needs you now more than ever.”
I close my eyes and curse myself.
Fuck.
One day earlier
“Tyler?” She touches my arm and comforts me. My mind is too clouded to think clearly. She looks at my phone and gasps.
“What the fuck,” I scream and throw my suitcase off the bed. “I’ve been gone for a few weeks and this shit is happening!” Ready to punch the wall, Serena grabs me and tells me to calm down. How can I, when the love of my life and fucking brother are locking lips and who knows what else is happening? “Get me out of here,” I seethe, not ready to deal with my brother dying and my girl with him.
When I open my eyes, I’m in bed with a pounding headache. I feel someone touching me and turn over to see Serena. She’s pulling herself away from me and turning on her side. Lifting the blanket, I see I have pajama bottoms on. I’m scared to know what happened last night. I shake my head and try to remember.
Tequila. Shots. Body shots. Cheering. Salt and lime.
“Shit,” I mutter and get up from bed. My bare feet hit the floor as I make my way to the kitchen. Leaning against the counter, I turn around and turn on the faucet to splash water on my face. When I turn around, Serena’s standing before me wearing one of my tee shirts.
“Morning,” she says and makes her way to the coffee maker. I look at her, still trying to figure out what the hell happened. “You threw up on me,” she simply states, “and I was here to take care of your drunk ass.”
“What happened last night?”
“Anna.”
“What?”
“Yep,” she pops the p. “Anna made her way to the bar and demanded shots of tequila for everyone, especially you killer.”
“Did I?” I close my eyes, “Did I do anything stupid?”
“Besides put your tongue on her disgusting body? No, I watched you. I get it, Tyler. It sucks being away from home and her. But I know you and I know you love Bayleigh. Go home and figure it out.”
“There’s nothing to figure out. She kissed him and whatever.”
Serena takes a sip of her coffee and looks at me, “I know it sucks. But you’re not innocent either. I know you’re lonely and I see how you and Anna flirt and work until late together. Or how you two go out to dinner and then last night at the bar.”
“It’s not like that. Anna knows we’re friends.”
“Doubt that,” she mumbles and makes her way to the couch to sit down. “Be careful, Tyler.”
“I know what I’m doing,” I answer her after pouring coffee in a cup for myself. Taking a few sips, I join her on the couch and extend my legs out, feeling my body stretch. “I’m not stupid.”
“Oh, you are.”
Later on, I head to the office to get some of my things before my flight. I’m not excited to go home. There’s too much going on and I’m not sure how to handle it. I haven’t texted either of them and I don’t want to.
Shutting down the computer, I grab my things when I see Anna coming into my office.
“Anna?”
She doesn’t say anything. Her eyes lock onto mine and she walks over to me with a slight sway to her hips. Looking down, I see the black heels she’s wearing and the short jacket. Fuck, please don’t be naked.
“Anna, what are you doing?”
A sly smile appears on her face, “Let me make things better for you.” She comes towards me and I let down my guard. Closing my eyes, I let her kiss me and pull her down to my lap, letting her feel my erection.
When the elevator doors open I step out. Opening my hotel door with the room key I walk in and look around the room. Throwing my suit jacket on the couch, I make my way to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of whiskey. Closing my eyes, what happened in my office plays back in my head. I let my guard down. There’s no way Bayleigh’s ever going to forgive me.
Rubbing my face, I slam my head back against the wall. I welcome the pain. It’s nothing compared to what I’m feeling now.
Why did I let Anna have her way? I should have said no and walked away. But fuck, I wanted to feel wanted.
Fuck!
Her hands touch my thighs, making her way up to what she wants. “Let me take away your pain.” I close my eyes, relishing her touch, feeling the groan in my throat. “I know what you need, Tyler,” she breathes, her lips gently touching mine.
I don’t tell her to stop. Gripping her hips in my hands, I push her against the window and take her lips. Our tongues move with one another.
Damn.
Taking off her coat, I kiss her neck and suck on each nipple. She moans and when I slide my fingers inside her, pumping in and out, I feel her come and need more. Picking her up, I lay her down and place my tongue on her clit.
“Tyler,” she moans as I lick her and suck hard.
After feeling her release another orgasm, she stands up and unbuckles my pants, pulling them down and using her mouth to pleasure me. Her tongue does magical fucking things and it feels incredible.
“God,” I moan, feeling her tongue circle my cock, “keep going.” Not wanting to come in her mouth, I pull her up, “Do you have a condom?” She smiles and takes one out, sliding it over my hard cock. Bending her over, face down and ass up, I slide inside her and fuck her hard. She screams, telling me to go deeper, until we both find our release.
Finishing my drink, I pour myself a second glass and finish it with one gulp. Hanging my head low, I grip the counter and curse myself for giving in. I close my eyes and picture my beautiful girl with her large brown eyes that see my soul. Small freckles dance on her face under the sunlight, with her small nose and kissable lips. She’s innocent and shy, with a twist of naughty when it’s her and I. With each kiss we shared, I died a little. Her talented tongue in my mouth made my dick twitch and with one touch, she made me ache for her.