Tyler's Undoing (Gloves Off #1)(52)
“Whatever the situation is, I don’t like him touching you. The Paxton you knew back then can’t be the same guy he is now. He’s bad news, Kacey. I don’t want you mixed up in that,” he argued.
Sighing, I walked away and leaned up against the door, peering out the glass-pained patio door that led to our private pool. “He’s not like that anymore,” I snapped, glaring at his reflection in the window. “You may not believe it, but I know Paxton. Of all people, you should know that it’s possible to change. If not, then why am I even here? You should be out f*cking your whores.”
If anything I said pissed him off, it was definitely my last retort. Angrily, he stalked toward me and turned me around, caging me in by slamming his hands on the wall. His body pressed up against mine and I could feel the hardness between his legs bulging in his jeans.
“He may be a changed man and your friend, but I honestly don’t give a f*ck,” he growled, his lips only a breath away. “What I care about is you. I don’t like him touching you and I sure as hell don’t like the fact that he’s been inside of you. If he so much as steps over the line, I will put his ass down. You’re mine, Kacey . . . remember that.”
His chest rose and fell with his angry breaths, but the second I touched his face everything calmed. Gently, I kissed his lips and smiled. “Does that mean this is mine?” I asked, running my hand over his arousal and squeezing it.
“You better f*cking believe it is,” he grunted, pushing into my hand.
Unbuttoning his jeans, I bit my lip and shoved my hand inside. Wrapping my hand around his bare cock, I moaned when I felt how hard he was for me. His eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned, closing his eyes when I started massaging him.
“Be prepared,” he bit out through clenched teeth, “it’s not going to be slow and easy tonight.”
“Who said I wanted it easy?” I countered. “I’m ready to see what you got, Rushing.”
Without another word, Tyler lifted me in his arms and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me into the bedroom. I squealed when he slammed me down on the mattress and covered me with his body, his hands roughly massaging my breasts.
Groaning, I arched my back and he squeezed harder, pinching my nipples through my shirt. I wanted him inside of me, but when I tried to unbutton my jeans, Tyler snatched my wrists and pulled my arms up over my head, locking me in place.
He shook his head at me. “No touch. I’m going to be the one to take off your clothes.”
Slowly, he pulled me up by my wrists and lifted my shirt over my head, exposing my black lace bra. The deep rumble of satisfaction in his chest vibrated all the way down to my center, driving me completely insane. He smoothed his hands down over my breasts to my stomach and then to my back where he unclasped my bra and threw it across the room. His stare was heated and dark with need, primal and raw.
I trembled.
“I’m not scaring you, am I?”
Shaking my head, I glided my hands up his chest to his face and ran my fingers through his soft, blond hair. “No,” I breathed, biting my lip. “I’m just ready for that cock of yours.”
A small smile splayed across his lips and it grew larger as he slowly lowered his mouth to my neck. His teeth grazed along my skin, sucking and biting, making me gasp when he bit down too hard. I was going to have marks on my body, but I didn’t care. I f*cking loved it. He wanted to mark me. He trailed his lips even lower and I cried out even louder when he closed his lips over my nipple and bit down, sucking as hard as he could.
“Oh, Tyler,” I groaned breathlessly.
As he was sucking and kissing his way along my breasts, he unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down, his cock hard and ready against my thigh. I immediately grabbed a hold of him and squeezed, starting out slow with my pumps but then doing it harder and faster, enjoying the strangled moan that escaped his lips.
“Fuck,” he growled low, snatching my wrist.
He pulled my hand away and ripped my jeans apart, his eyes wild and dangerous. When he said he wasn’t going to go slow, I believed him. There was nothing slow or gentle about him tonight. The adrenaline from the fight and the confrontation with Paxton left him feral, untamed, and I had to admit I looked forward to him taking control.
Savagely, he gripped the waistband of my jeans and yanked them down along with my black lace underwear, tossing them over the side of the bed. His breaths came out in deep low growls as he stared at my naked body, gliding his hands up my legs and spreading me wide when he reached my thighs.
I ran my hand over my breast, down my stomach and to the V between my legs. His eyes followed the movement like a tiger waiting to pounce. Making one swipe with my fingers, I presented the wetness to him. “I’m waiting,” I taunted.
Tyler’s nostrils flared. Then he lifted up on his knees with a singular focus, his pants halfway down his thighs and his hard cock jutting out, taunting me. He looked at me with half-lidded eyes and lifted my bottom off the bed. Without any warning, he plunged deep into me with one thrust. Fully seated, balls against my ass, a loud growl ripped from his lips. He wasted no time, pulling out and thrusting hard over and over again.
The pain was sweet and I’d never felt so full in all my life. I’m pretty sure I came with the first thrust, but I couldn’t be bothered with that now. Locking my legs around his body, I held on for dear life.