Gwen clung to him. “I missed you, too. Both of you.”
He kissed her again, slowly, thoroughly making up for lost time. “He loves you, babe. We need to talk. There’s things he has to tell you face-to-face, but he’s sorry for the fight. He really is. He’s not good at talking about himself or things in his past, but when you hear the full story, you’ll understand. I know you will.”
Her gut tightened. “Is he here?” She didn’t know if she could deal with facing him just yet.
“No, he’s home. He wanted to be here, planned on coming with me, but his mom’s in the hospital. Pneumonia.”
Her fear took over again, blasting hope out of her brain. “Why didn’t he call or e-mail me if he wanted to talk?”
“Because it took him a while to quit being mad at himself. He’s a stubborn man. You know that.”
“Stoneface.”
“Yeah. Believe me when I say it’s complicated, but it’s his story to tell you, not mine.” He held her tightly, not letting go. She didn’t want him to, either. She felt perfectly happy standing there with his arms encircling her. “Come with me.” He wouldn’t let go of her hand as he led her into a back office. There, he locked the door behind them and pulled her into his arms again as he backed her toward the desk. “We’ve got two hours until the book signing, and I don’t know about you, but I’m making up for lost time.”
The thought she should stop him crossed her mind, briefly, before she punted the idea out of her brain. By the time he got her to the desk, their shirts lay on the floor in a tangled heap. “Wait, what about Liam?” she asked.
He snorted. “Babe, I love your brother, but not like that, and I’m not doing him. I’m in love with you. That would just be creepy.”
She swatted him as he grinned. “I meant I feel bad leaving him out there alone.”
He nuzzled her neck. “Whose idea do you think this was, anyway? I was given orders to take you somewhere and love some sense into you.” He lifted her onto the desk and kissed her again. “I was told not to bring you back unless you had a smile on your face. I think he’d hurt me in the bad way with that cane of his if I didn’t do it, too.”
She didn’t want to talk—she wanted him to make love to her. “I’d hate to disappoint him.”
“So would I.” Tim kissed her. He ran his lips down her neck to where he nibbled on her shoulder. “Babe, I love you.” He slid her bra strap down her arm, kissing the flesh as he bared it. “And we’ve got a lot of talking to do, and so does Jack, but for now…” He reached around her and unhooked her bra, tossing it over his shoulder. His flesh felt hot against hers as he leaned in and cupped her left breast with a tender hand, sucking her nipple into his mouth.
She bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out. It felt so damn good to have his hands on her again. Even though they’d only been together a few days in Rapid City, those few days felt like a lifetime, like the three of them had been made to be together.
She’d missed Jack more than she cared to admit.
Tim teased and taunted her nipple, sucking, nipping, laving his tongue around it. After he had her whimpering with need, he moved to her right breast, repeating the treatment and churning her cunt into a wet, needy, pulsing ball of heat.
Her hands fumbled at his slacks until she finally got them opened. He shoved them down his legs and nearly tripped when he couldn’t get them off past his shoes. Grumbling, he yanked them off, threw them over his shoulder, pulled his pants off, and let her push him back onto the desk.
She’d dreamed about them both, fantasized about them with her vibrator. But nothing compared to the real thing. She sucked his hot member down her throat, moaning softly over the sweet, musky smell of him, of laundry detergent and soap and the salty tang of pre-cum that rolled down her tongue.
His hands tangled in her hair. “Oh, Jesus, baby, yes!”
She ran her tongue up and down his cock, tracing every ridge and vein, remembering how much fun the three of them had enjoyed in their few short days and nights together.
Was it possible to ever recapture those good times?
She shoved that thought away. She wanted this, right now.
He finally pulled her off him. “Baby, if you don’t stop, I’m going to blow right here.” He switched places with her, pushing her skirt up over her hips and yanking her panties off. He buried his face between her legs with a happy sigh. “This is what I missed.”
Gwen collapsed back on the desk, for a moment nearly overcome with giggles at the sight she must present. Then Tim latched onto her clit with his lips, flicking it with his tongue and rapidly driving her over the edge to a climax she had to slap her hand over her mouth to stifle.
He stood up with a silly grin on his face. “Glad to see I didn’t forget how to do that.” He found his slacks, pulled a condom out of the pocket, and quickly put it on. He grabbed her by the hips, pulling her legs around him as he sank his cock deep inside her.
His sweet blue gaze burned right through her. “I love you, Gwen, and I’m not letting you go.” He crushed her lips with his as he pounded into her.
She grabbed his shoulders, moving with him, relishing the feel of his hard shaft fucking her. She didn’t just want this, she needed this. She needed him.
She needed them.
She closed her eyes as another orgasm pulsed through her. Tim nipped at her lower lip. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me. Jesus, I missed you so fucking much.”
She wanted to sob with relief, that the missing piece was returned to the gaping hole in her soul. She didn’t want to think about next week or tomorrow or even the book signing in a couple of hours. She wanted to lose herself here and now with Tim, to feel once again like she was a part of something greater than herself.
Something better.
Someone well loved.
Even more than the sex, she’d missed Tim’s friendship through e-mail. She missed their banter. She even missed ole Stoneface’s glaring mug.
Another orgasm, not as strong as the first two, swept through her. She clung to Tim as he sank his cock deep inside her with his own climax. She felt him pulsing, throbbing, coming.
He reluctantly withdrew and gathered her into his arms where she cried on his shoulder. He turned and sat on the desk, holding her, cradling her, his face buried in her hair as he whispered apologies to her over and over again.
When she finally calmed herself, he cradled her face in his palms. “I love you. I love you so much, and I’m not letting you get away from me again,” he whispered.
He scooped her up and carried her to the sofa. “One way or another, you will be coming home. And by that I mean Rapid City.”
It was silly of her to even entertain the fantasy, although every cell in her being wanted to. They made love again on the couch. She lost all track of time in Tim’s arms.
Then she caught sight of the time. “I’d better get ready.”
He helped her to her feet and led her over to his private bathroom, where he started kissing her. He almost managed to seduce her again before she remembered why she was there. “Tim, I need to get cleaned up.”
He pulled her close one last time. “I know, babe. But I prefer not to share you. Well, with the masses. I love sharing you with Stoneface.”
She couldn’t help but smile. She loved being shared with him, too.
Gwen spent a nervous and emotional afternoon. She read a few excerpts from her books, greeted fans, signed books, and avoided Tim’s intense stare. All through it, despite their hot sex earlier that afternoon, she was terrified to hope for more despite what he’d said, and even more terrified to get her heart broken again. When it came time to leave, she hooked her arm through Liam’s. When Tim tried to embrace her, she wouldn’t let go of Liam. All Tim could do was give her a one-armed hug.