Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
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Reagan
I laid next to Tyler, who’d been serious when he said that what we had wouldn’t go past sex.
Moments after laying that ultimatum down—sex or nothing—he’d gone to sleep.
Now, I lay in bed next to him, wide awake for hours, thinking about what he’d explained to me about Tara.
The woman had broken his heart and showed him in no uncertain terms that women were lying, conniving sleaze bags who were always going to be bitches.
He hadn’t said that in those exact words, but it was close enough that I hadn’t been confused.
He was done with women, plain and simple.
He’d been burned, badly and he didn’t want to go that route again.
But as I lay there, I recalled his words and realized that it hadn’t been Tara’s name that was said with the most anger. It’d been Rome’s.
I had a feeling that it wasn’t that he was pissed off at women in general, but at his best friend for ruining what they had.
And for him to get past whatever slight he felt that the female population had done to him, I’d have to repair what Rome broke in him.
To do that, I was going to have to get him and Rome together to fix what had been broken.
While I was doing that, I’d make sure that I showed Tyler that I wasn’t a woman who would leave him for his best friend or who would ever cheat on him.
Tyler was, by far, the most handsome man I’d ever met.
He was intense, sometimes scarily so, but sexy as hell. He was also everything that I’d ever wanted in a man—even if he pissed me off half the time just because he could.
I was concocting my plan of action and telling myself that he wouldn’t be too mad if I pursued this when I felt a hand slide over my exposed abdomen and slither up my shirt.
“Why are you still awake?” he rasped against my ear.
I shivered.
“I’m thinking,” I told him honestly.
“About what?” He moved his hand up to cup my breast, slowly guiding the pad of his thumb over the soft nipple, teasing it to a sharp point while he waited for me to answer.
“About life in general,” I told him. “W-what’s it to you?”
He chuckled and moved so that his big body was plastered up against my side.
“Roll over,” he whispered.
I swallowed, but did as instructed, rolling into him instead of away from him and doing a shimmy and slide so that I could rub up against his body as I got into the desired position.
He chuckled, coming up to his knees in the bed at my side and slowly skimmed my t-shirt up over my ass.
I was wearing panties—or what were called panties. Really all they were was lace and elastic. They certainly didn’t cover much, but they were soft and sexy and made me feel confident.
Tyler obviously liked them, too, because he caressed them where they covered my ass, trailing his finger along the path of skin that just under the seam.
“I wondered how the hell you had such a toned body,” he said as he moved so that he was straddling my knees. “This ass of yours is molded from years and years of hard work. It’s more than obvious that you were athletic and that you kept up an intense workout schedule.”
I still did.
“I run and lift weights, every single day,” I said. “Except sometimes on Sundays, because that’s my one day to sleep in.”
He squeezed my ass again, molding it to fit his hands.
“I want to fuck it.”
I shivered. “I…I’ve never done that before.”
Not that I hadn’t been curious, after all. But I never truly trusted Dusty—and that act required a lot of trust in your partner.
But Tyler, though? I trusted him.
I was slightly skeptical, however, because Tyler’s cock was big and well, that hole was small.
I’d tested it out once to see how it’d feel—sliding a finger inside—and had felt how tight it was.
There was no way that Tyler’s cock wouldn’t hurt as it made its way inside—none.
“Do you want to?” he asked, switching from squeezing to shifting my panties down my legs.
Once my bare ass came into view, he slowly dragged one finger down the crack of my ass and waited for me to answer.
“Y-yes…” I hesitated. “But it will hurt.”
He laughed. “Sometimes the best stuff has to hurt before you get to the good stuff.”
I wasn’t too sure what to make of that statement.
Honestly, I wanted to do that with him about as much as I wanted to make him mine.
I wanted him with a level of absurdity that made me feel slightly off balance.
This girl? This woman who was asking for these things? This wasn’t the usual me. The usual me was quiet, reserved and watchful. The woman that I was with Tyler was anything but reserved. She knew what she wanted, she had no problem telling him whatever was on her mind and she was brazen.