Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“Not at all. I think we might have a thing or two to talk about as well.” I’d be worried about that sentence if it weren’t for the kiss she took part in and the sweet smile that’s plastered on her face.
“Glad to hear it, siren.” The elevator doors open as we approach. I press the button for the top floor just under the penthouse suite. One I would have sprung for if it hadn’t already been booked, and there was no way I’d have asked Wylder to rent it for a night as a favor. The view of the Strip along with the fountains was all I cared about. Plus, it’s not like we’ll be staying as long as someone who reserved the penthouse.
“Me too. Thank you for knowing me better than I know myself.” Somehow, we luck out, and there aren’t any other hotel guests in the elevator with us. Tyra’s head is tipped up to mine, and the only thing stopping me from taking this another step further is the security camera in the corner. I don’t want some fucker sitting behind a damn camera jacking his cock to me taking my woman.
“Same goes. You’ve owned my heart for years. It doesn’t matter that we lost a year. You were always mine during that time, just like I was always yours.” The door sliding open interrupts our moment.
“Which goes with what I need to talk to you about, and soon, like while I have the courage to get this out, please.” She takes my hand in hers, attempting to pull me along faster.
“We’ll get there. You’re going the wrong way, though.” She was taking a left, and our room is to the right of the elevator. I jerk my head to the side, and now I’m leading the way, making it to the hotel room in record time, not slowing down even though Tyra has to take two strides to my one. I place my phone up to the door to unlock it, less of a hassle than losing your key or them having to unlock your door because you left it in the room.
“Wow,” Tyra says as I’m holding the door open for her. It may not be the penthouse, but it’s definitely a suite. A small foyer gives way to a living room. On one side is the kitchen, the other side a door that opens to the bedroom. Tyra bypasses all of that, doesn’t give a single shit about the luxury this suite exudes. She’s all about the view of the Strip. A Vegas girl born and raised, never taking advantage of it either.
“I figured you’d enjoy the panoramic views.” I walk up behind her, hand going to her shoulder, sweeping her hair to one side, tongue sliding down the slope of her neck. My view is entirely better than any skyline—a glimpse of Tyra’s chest, watching her nipples pebble beneath the silk of the blouse she’s wearing. I could easily have the buttons undone, bra beneath her tits, skirt lifted, panties pushed to the side, my cock slamming in and out of her as our bodies are pressed together. The cool glass only amplifies the sensation against her nipples.
“Mace.” Tyra can no doubt feel the outline of my cock against her ass, her breathless tone giving it away.
“As much as I’d love nothing better than to take you right here and now, I know you have something you’d like to talk about.” I pull away, giving her the space she needs to turn around and look at me.
“I do, and hopefully, once I’ve said my piece, we can get back to what you started.” Not knowing how long this will take, I move until my ass is seated in a club chair, watching as Tyra moves her lithe body until she’s standing right in front of me, kicking off her shoes. Deft fingers tackle each button one by one. “I owe you an apology, not just for yesterday, but for the past as well.” My eyes move from the creamy skin of her chest, lace peeping out as she continues her path downwards.
“Siren, you don’t need to say you’re sorry. This was all on me. I let my eyes slide off the prize. That’s on me.” I swallow when the last of the buttons is undone, the shirt spread open, a white lace bra hugging her tits.
“You can’t take all the blame. I’m not allowing it. I’ve been shit at talking to you lately, which had me thinking about the past. I knew you were pulling away back then, worrying about making more money, but through the whole process, I went along with it. When you bought the house I hated, not once did I voice my opinion about not wanting it, and when we did talk, it was me talking at you while you were half asleep. So, while yes, you made mistakes, I did too. Especially yesterday. I froze, worried that it would easily slide back to the way things were and once again not telling you what I was thinking when I should have. For that I am sorry.” Motherfucker. Tyra strips way more than her clothes off as she settles in my lap after apologizing. Her soul is bared to me, and damn am I fighting for the right words to respond with.