Tyler's Undoing (Gloves Off #1)(53)
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he grabbed my arms and flopped backward, bringing me to riding position in under a second. Straddling his waist, I didn’t waste a single moment. Guiding his hands to my ass, I used his chest as leverage and rode him hard and fast.
His fingers dug into me and he groaned, slamming his head into the pillows. The insides of my thighs were drenched with my need for him. I slid up and down his body easily, enjoying the feel of him getting harder with each thrust.
“I’m going to come, beautiful,” he growled through clenched teeth.
That’s what I wanted to hear, but I wasn’t expecting what he did next. He quickly wrapped his arms around my waist and flipped me onto my back, burying me into the mattress. Bringing my legs up, he held them to either side of me, pushing down behind each knee. Holding me in place, he pounded into me, slamming his hips against my thighs with untamed force.
I knew he was close when his breaths came out in deep pants as he looked down at me. “You’re so tight,” he groaned.
I was more than ready. Digging my nails into his back, I bit my lip as the tightness slowly began to spread inside. “Harder,” I moaned.
He did as I requested and almost immediately I felt the warmth of his release filling me up as I rode wave after wave of my own climax, my body frozen until the last remnants of my orgasm subsided. Breathing hard, he let go of my legs and laid on top of me. Sweaty skin sliding against each other, he kissed me gently on the lips and then slowly pulled out of me, keeping his stormy gray eyes on mine.
The tension was gone, but I knew he wasn’t done with me. The night wasn’t over.
After brushing the damp hair off of my forehead, he held my face in his hands. “Thank you for coming to my fight tonight. I didn’t want to leave you, but I knew you needed your rest. I was worried about you.”
“It’s okay,” I assured him. “I’m fine now. When I woke up, I knew I had to make it there. It wasn’t the easiest trip though, considering when I got to the ticket counter I told the lady I was with you and she basically laughed in my face. That wasn’t fun.”
Tyler chuckled, but when I glared up at him he stopped. “Okay, that wasn’t funny, but I know they get that shit all of the time with people trying to get in for free. Next time, you just need to make sure you come with me.”
I had a feeling next time I would be going by myself once he found out about my secret. As soon as we got home, I was going to tell him everything. I just had to pray he would forgive me.
HEADING BACK TO Vegas made me nervous as hell. At least until I got the text from my brother saying he was headed back home, and that he would see me next weekend when he came back for the title fight. It felt like everything was crashing down on me. Not only did I have to explain to Tyler about Paxton, but this morning, I had to explain him to Bree and Cole.
Unfortunately, they saw me talking to Paxton in the lobby this morning when he was saying goodbye. Tyler wasn’t happy about it either, but Pax approached us as we were checking out. Thankfully, it was just a quick goodbye. Pax could see in Tyler’s eyes that his patience was wearing thin.
That wasn’t exactly the way I wanted my friends to find out about Paxton, especially since Cole lost the fight to him last night. Needless to say, both Bree and Cole felt betrayed and I didn’t blame them. I didn’t know they saw me with him until I got a text from Bree on the way home from Phoenix asking what the f*ck was going on. I was kind of glad they didn’t ride with us because then I would’ve had to hear her bitch at me the entire time.
Now we were all back at Tyler’s house, lounging on rafts in his Olympic-sized swimming pool, relaxing. Or at least I was trying to. The guys were inside getting a cooler filled up with drinks so that Bree could have her way with me.
“I can’t believe you never told me,” she snapped, kicking water on me. “Cole was about to kick Paxton’s ass when he saw him talking to you, but then we saw Tyler right there. We had no clue what was going on.”
Tyler had kept his arm around my waist the entire time, even when Gabriella happened to walk by with her boyfriend. She’d smiled at us and waved, which only made things weirder. I was in a lobby with my current boyfriend and both of our ex-lovers in the same room. It was like being trapped in a soap opera.
“Is that why you kept saying you’d never date a fighter? Because of Paxton?”
“Partly,” I replied. “Paxton and I dated in high school, but when he started fighting and I left for college, things kind of changed. He was getting into trouble and I didn’t like that.”
“Yeah, he’s made a name for himself . . . and not a good one.”
“He’s not like that anymore. He’s a good guy, Bree. People can change.”
Lowering her sunglasses to the edge of her nose, she floated closer to me and held onto my raft, looking straight into my eyes. “Or,” she noted, “they could just be really good liars.”
“Are you girls done arguing now?” Tyler shouted. He dove into the pool straight for me, while Cole dove in after Bree.
Before I could slide off into the water, he flipped my raft over, laughing the entire time. He was going to pay for that. When I surfaced, I coughed up the water I swallowed and opened my eyes. “It’s going to be me and you arguing in just a minute,” I exclaimed, splashing him in the face with water. “That was so not funny.”