Misadventures of a College Girl (Misadventures #9)(42)

“What was his life’s purpose?”

“Ali was put on this earth to inspire greatness in others through displaying his own greatness. His true purpose was to use his charisma and star power to change people’s hearts and minds and make the world a better place. His purpose transcended boxing.”

My lips part in surprise.

“I’ve got a God-given gift for playing football,” Tyler says. “I know that. But my true purpose is figuring out how to harness that power to make an impact beyond football. Not just for my own personal wealth and success, which, of course, is part of what motivates me, but I also genuinely want to make the world a better place.”

Okay. That’s it. I’m totally screwed. I just fell head over heels in love with Tyler Caldwell. And not because of any freaking halo effect, either. But because he’s the most beautiful human being I’ve ever met, both inside and out.

For a long moment, I’m too mesmerized to speak. Or think. Or breathe. But, finally, I pull myself together and say, “You know, Tyler, you really should try dreaming a bit bigger sometimes. You never know what could happen if you just put your mind to it.”

We both burst out laughing.

“Okay, enough trying to distract me,” Tyler says. He indicates his laptop. “Let’s see that video.”

“Nope,” I say. I pull the laptop away from his greedy fingertips as he reaches for it.

“Aw, come on, Zooey!”

“Hang on.” I navigate to a new video—a karaoke track for “Defying Gravity.” “I’ve changed my mind.” I look up at him and smile. “I’ve decided to sing it for you live.”





Chapter Twenty-Five





After the last soaring note of “Defying Gravity” leaves my lips, I close my mouth and lock eyes with Tyler. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, his eyes glistening and his chest rising and falling sharply. He looks the same way he did recently after I’d given him a particularly “artistic” blow job.

Tyler stands. “That was incredible, Zooey.” He moves to me and peels off my shirt. And then his. “I’m so hard right now.” He’s got my shorts off. “When you hit that high note, I got an instant boner.” We’re both naked now. He pulls me onto the bed. In a flash, his warm skin is covering mine. His uncovered hard-on is jutting against my wet entrance. He slides his tip against my tingling clit, making it ache. “You’re God’s gift to the world,” he murmurs, kissing me. “I can’t believe you’re all mine.”

Goose bumps erupt all over my body. I’m all his? “Tyler,” I whisper. But that’s all I can manage.

He reaches down and massages my tip.

And I’m instantly gone.

“I’m coming,” I choke out.

“You’re so sexy.” He raises my arms above my head, pins my wrists together with one of his large hands, and kisses me as I climax. “I can’t wait to feel greatness surrounding my cock. But first, I want to taste it.”

As Tyler’s hungry lips make their way down to my belly toward the sensitive folds between my legs, I let out a long, low moan, anticipating his mouth’s ultimate landing spot.

“You defy gravity, Zooey,” he says softly from between my legs. His warm, wet tongue finds my clit, making me groan. “Your pussy defies gravity, baby.”

Um. Logically, I don’t know what that last comment means exactly, but logic has no place here. The way he said it turned me on. I buck and gyrate and push myself into Tyler’s voracious mouth, aching for another climax that’s already brewing inside me. He slides his fingers inside my wetness and his thumb up my ass while continuing to lick me…and…oh, God, yes…in short order, my body once again racks with shockwaves of pleasure.

“I want you,” I breathe. I feel desperate for him. “Fuck me, Tyler.”

Tyler grabs a condom from his drawer and gets himself covered in record speed. When he returns to me, he slides a pillow underneath the small of my back, pushes my thighs to my chest, folds me like a beach chair, and slides his full length into me with breathtaking ease. “Zooey,” he whispers. “You’re fucking amazing.”

I hitch my legs up around Tyler’s ribcage as he thrusts into me. Dig my fingernails into his forearms as he holds my thighs in place. “Deeper,” I whisper. “As deep as you can go. Oh, God, yes. Deeper than you’ve ever gone.”

After a few minutes of enduring Tyler’s powerful thrusting, my body releases with an orgasm so intense, tears well in my eyes. Or, heck, I don’t know. Maybe water is spouting from my tear ducts simply because I sang my favorite song to Tyler—the one that honestly expresses the most important thing there is to know about my soul—and it made him hard for me.

On the heels of my orgasm, Tyler impales me, snaps his hips forward, lets out a loud growl, and collapses on top of me. Several more jerks and shudders on top of me and his body finally goes completely quiet.

For a long moment, we lie in a crumpled, intertwined heap, gasping for air, until Tyler lifts his head and opens his mouth like he’s going to say something. But when he sees the tears streaking my cheeks, his brow instantly knits with concern. “Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head.