Tyler's Undoing (Gloves Off #1)(67)

He grabbed his cock and we both watched as he gently circled his tip around my opening, getting it wet before pushing in slightly, inch by inch. I missed the fullness of having him inside me; there was no greater pleasure. Closing my eyes, I trailed my fingers up his back and down his arms, loving the way his muscles flexed and tightened under my touch. I felt safe in his arms, protected. “I love it when you touch me,” he murmured heatedly.

His warm breath tickled my skin as he kissed his way up my neck and over my cheek to my lips. With his hands on both sides of my face, he held me firm as he kissed me, harder and deeper with each thrust between my legs. My orgasm slowly began to build and even more so when Tyler lowered a hand to my breast and squeezed, massaging it hard. It felt good when he pinched my nipples—the pleasure and pain of it always sent shock waves down below.

Tyler pushed deeper inside of me, holding me tight. He was making love to me, slow and gentle, and I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want to leave him in California and go back to Vegas without him . . . but I had to.

“Do you promise you’ll come back to me?” I asked, tears welling in my eyes.

Still pushing deep inside of me, Tyler lifted his head and gently kissed my lips. “I promise, beautiful. I’m never going to leave you again.”

He wiped away my tears and picked up his pace, thrusting harder. In his eyes, I could see the pain, and he wanted me to see it. He needed me to know that none of what happened was easy on him either.

Listening to the deep groans in his chest, I knew he was close. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I thrust my hips against him and arched my back when he lowered his lips to my breasts, suckling each one. The harder he sucked, the closer I got.

“Tyler,” I moaned, fisting my hands in his hair.

He fisted his own hands in my hair, pulling tight as his pace picked up. After a couple more thrusts, my body exploded. Digging my nails in his back, I screamed out my pleasure as Tyler growled in my ear, pulsating as he released inside of me. Breathing hard, he kissed me softly and turned over on his back, taking me with him, so I was straddling him. He was still hard inside of me and by the smile on his face he was ready for more.

“That was one day down, beautiful. We still have a few more to make up for. Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“Oh, I’m ready,” I vowed, reaching behind my ass so I could cup his balls as I rode him. “I’m just getting warmed up.”





SAYING GOODBYE TO Tyler wasn’t easy, considering we had just one afternoon together after the fall out. Thankfully, Bree was waiting for me when I got home. I got her text saying she knew what happened and she wanted to see me.

“You knew the whole time, didn’t you?” I announced, getting out of the car. I grabbed my suitcase from the backseat and set it on the ground.

Biting her lip, Bree slowly trudged toward me and hung her head. “Are you mad? Tyler called me the day he left and told me what he had planned. I’d given it to him hard and it finally sank in.”

“You did, did you?” I teased. “What did you do, threaten to kick his ass? I’m sure you really scared him with that.”

Lifting her head, she laughed and gave me a hug. “Hey, don’t underestimate me. I could’ve sworn I saw him tremble in fear.”

Both of us laughing, I grabbed my suitcase and we headed up the front porch stairs to the door. Once inside, I turned on the lights and rolled my suitcase into my room before joining her in the kitchen. She already had the refrigerator open and was pulling out one of my bottles of white wine. Mmm . . . Riesling, my favorite.

“After everything you’ve been through, I’d say you need a glass of wine. I hope that’s okay,” she said, setting the bottle down.

I pulled my cell phone out of my back pocket and hopped up on the kitchen counter. “Nope, it’s perfectly fine. I think you read my mind.”

After she opened the bottle of wine, she poured me a glass and handed it to me before pouring her own. I missed my grandmother’s kitchen, the way it smelled as she cooked dinner when I was a kid, and the way her imagination would come up with unique dishes at each holiday. She taught me so much when it came to coming up with new ideas. My desire to open my own restaurant was all because of her.

Hopping up beside me, Bree held her glass out and tapped it against mine. “I’m toasting because I’m thankful I don’t have to keep anything from you anymore. It killed me not telling you the truth, Kace. I saw how upset you were and there were times when I almost buckled.

“I kept telling myself how it was just one week of keeping you in the dark, but then it started to be the longest week of my life. Hearing you cry and knowing you were alone here didn’t help.”

“Tell me about it,” I replied. “I had never felt so lost in my life. But now it doesn’t matter. I know he loves me and he understands.”

Bree nodded. “Yes, he does. He may be a temperamental ass sometimes, and speak before he thinks, but he’s a good guy. I think we both have great men.”

“That we do.”

“I’ll admit though, it hurt you didn’t tell me the truth. We’re friends and you can tell me anything. You don’t ever have to be ashamed. I love you no matter what.”

I bumped her in the shoulder and took a huge sip of my wine. “Thanks, Bree. Just to give you a heads up, I’m not going to be sitting with you and Cole during the fight. I’ll be with Paxton and Kyle’s friends. Apparently, Pax told my brother he and I were together again.”