“The guys in my band were right. I have a problem. If I hadn’t been totally blitzed out of my fucking mind the night I crashed, I wouldn’t have been so reckless. I’m usually the cautious one—the worrier—but I can’t sit here and lie to you and say the thought of leaving everything in this fucking world behind hasn’t crossed my mind a time or two. And you know what? I wouldn’t have even cared if I hurt anyone else by doing it. I can see now with a clear head that I
do
have a problem.”
She grips my hand tightly in hers, a small gesture that speaks volumes. She does understand. “When something you love so much slips away from you, it’s hard to go on. I understand that more than anyone else. I’m still healing from the loss of my sister, but the one thing that has helped me the most is finding a new focus. For me, it was school and learning how to help other people.”
Frannie stares at me for a long moment, gauging my reaction. When I don’t immediately respond, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “I know what it’s like to want to lose yourself.”
I stare at our connected hands while the same thought runs through my mind over and over, pushing me to tell her how I’m feeling. “I wish you weren’t my doctor so I could kiss you right now.”
When my gaze meets hers, she whispers, “I wish that, too.”
There we sit, at an impossible crossroad. Our desire for one another evident, but our circumstances preventing us from ever acting on it. The most beautiful woman in the world who seems to completely get me is off-limits, and I already know simply being around her without touching her is going to be pure fucking hell.
I pull her hand to my lips. “Maybe someday, when I’m out of here, our dreams will become reality.”
Her breath catches the moment I kiss her skin, and I know she feels it, too—the overwhelming desire to be something more. “Tyke—”
“Don’t,” I plead. “Don’t tell me again how we’re never going to happen.”
“No matter if you’re out of here or not, a relationship between us would never work.”
“Why?” I tilt my head. “If something is meant to be, it will happen. Like us. I don’t know why, but I have this gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach that we met for a reason.”
She sighs. “We did meet for a reason.”
“I’m not talking about what landed me in here, Frannie. I’m talking the big picture here. I don’t know why, but I feel like we can help each other, like we’re—” I stop myself from saying what’s on the tip of my tongue because it sounds totally lame and semi-creepy.
“Like we’re meant to be?” she questions, a hint of a smile on that sexy mouth of hers.
I shrug, embarrassed. “Sounds fucking ridiculous, right?”
She gives my hand a gentle squeeze. “No, it doesn’t. I can’t tell you how often I’ve thought of you the last few days. Especially at night, when I’m alone.”
A fiery blush assaults her cheeks, and I know exactly just how she was picturing me. My cock jerks in my jeans at the memory of how close we were to saying “fuck it” in her office and just going for it. The thought of how it felt when her mouth melted with mine causes my stomach to flip with anticipation, instantly wanting to feel that once again.
I lick my lips and stare into her eyes as her lips part. She wants me to kiss her. She’s practically begging me for it as she leans into me. All I would have to do is inch forward and it would be all over. We’d be crossing a line, but I think it’ll be worth it.
I reach up and stroke her cheek. “You don’t know how bad I want you right now.”
She leans into my touch, batting her eyes. “Not as much as I you.”
That’s when I lose it and cross the line. I know I shouldn’t, but after hearing that she wants me too, it’s impossible to resist the taste of her mouth. I lean in and crush my mouth to hers, enjoying the taste of her sensual lips. Carefully, I set my guitar down, and then cradle her face in my hands.
“This is wrong,” she murmurs between kisses as I pull her onto my lap.
“I know,” I agree but flick my tongue into her mouth.
She hikes her dress up and straddles me, and God, I know this is wrong but I don’t have the fucking willpower to stop it. I want her too damn much.
I begin to work on the buttons on the front of her dress and she wraps her hand around my wrist. “Not out here. Not in the open.”
She pushes herself off me and begins to walk backward into the thick forest surrounding us. I watch as her eyes beacon me to follow. It’s then I know.
I would follow her anywhere.
F
rannie When Tyke’s hand meets mine, I can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s just as hungry for this as I am. I know I’m breaking every single rule I set for myself, but there’s something about him that I just can’t resist. The thing is, even though I don’t know him extremely well, this doesn’t feel like it’s just about sex. We actually have a connection. Most men I’ve had random moments of passion with I didn’t even know their names, let alone have them open up to me the way Tyke has.
I know he still has an addiction issue, but hell, I can’t fault him for that. Look at me right now, falling back into my old ways, seeking comfort in physical intimacy, even though I’m risking everything for it.
I pull him further into the trees until the sun is no longer shining down on us, just merely squeaking through the autumn leaves.
“How much farther do we need to go?” he questions.
“Far enough that we won’t be caught,” I answer. “No one can ever know about this.”
Hopefully, one time with Tyke will be enough to curb this damn craving. If I can just fuck him and get it out of my system, maybe I can focus more on my actual job, rather than allowing him to take up all the space in my brain.
We come to a stack of flagstones: solid and appearing almost like a small table, made by nature. I pull him over to them, and he swiftly picks me up and sets me down on the rock. It’s cool against my skin as his skillful hands slide my dress up, revealing the bare skin of my thighs.
He leans in to kiss me again, and I press my index finger to his lips. “Promise me, this stays just between us.”
The heat of his stare overwhelms me as he tilts his head and runs his tongue along the side of my finger and when he bites the tip, my panties nearly incinerate on the spot. Dear God. Where did this man learn to be so damn sexy?
“I swear. If you don’t want anyone to know, then this stays our secret,” he whispers before he leans in and kisses the tender flesh below my ear. “I want you. I’ll follow whatever rules you want.”
With those words from his lips, every ounce of rational thought flies out of my head and I let go, giving into my body’s desires as I pull back and then crush my lips to his. My fingers thread through his thick blond hair, and I whimper the moment his tongue clashes with mine.
His hands slide under my dress as I wrap my legs around his waist and grind my pelvis against the hard length in his jeans. His kiss sears me and warmth spreads over the entire length of my body, the material of Tyke’s dark red T-shirt crumpling in my palms as I clutch it hard and tug it over his head.
When my eyes drift down to his body, I lick my lips in anticipation. His chest is toned, tanned, and beautiful. It reminds me of one of those naked male sculptures that only few men in this world actually resemble, the pronounced “V” that makes women lose their minds on full display as it dips down into his jeans, pointing me in the direction I should go next.
I move my hand down to the button of his jeans while he pulls on the straps of my dress, exposing the tops of my breasts. His head dips down and his lips caress the soft skin on my chest while his fingers work down the lace of my bra. My nipples pucker as soon as the cool air wafts over them.
“So goddamn beautiful,” Tyke murmurs, before closing his mouth around the taut pink skin.
As we continue to tear away each other’s clothing, the sound of both of our panting fills my ears. We take turns exploring, kissing, and tasting each other’s flesh until we are both down to just our underwear. Tyke grabs the sides of my panties and drags them down my legs, leaving me completely naked before him. He hooks his arms under my thighs and pulls my hips to the edge of the rock, dropping to his knees and resting my legs on his shoulders as he uses his fingers to splay open my most sensitive flesh and then plunges his tongue inside.
The warmth of his mouth on me causes my entire body to writhe. My hips rotate while my head drops back. “Oh God,” I pant.
My pleas of desire only excite him more as his tongue continues to lap my folds before sucking on my clit.
“Tyke,” I half whisper, half moan his name as I jam my fingers into his hair.
It doesn’t take long for that familiar euphoric feeling of an impending orgasm to rush through my body—the same feeling I turned to in order to forget, at least for a while.
Every nerve ending in my body ignites as I let loose and fall into the bliss of pure ecstasy. I writhe beneath him as he continues to kiss a path up my stomach and then to my breasts. Finally, his lips connect with mine and our mouths meld together, my arousal still evident as our tongues intertwine. If it wasn’t happening to me right this very second, I would never believe that, even after an orgasm I could still be this turned on. I don’t think I’ve ever craved a man inside me as much as I do Tyke Douglas.
I press my pussy against his crotch and rub myself against his cock, still restrained by his boxer briefs. “I want you.”
He inhales sharply through his nose and then blows his hot breath across my lips. “I want you, too, but I don’t . . . we can’t . . .
fuck
.” He drops his forehead to my shoulder, defeated. “I don’t have a condom.”
I let out a deflated breath, but the need for him still throbs deep within me. I debate for a long moment, worried that we may never get another chance to be alone. “Have you been tested lately?”
He raises his head and stares at me. There’s no mistaking the wheels turning in his brain as he tries to figure out where I’m going with this question. “Dr. Shepherd tested me for everything the first day I came in, and I got a clean bill of health. Have
you
been tested?”
I nod. “I get tested after each sexual partner I’ve had.”
I feel a twinge of guilt for not telling him exactly how many times that’s been, but considering he’s a rock star, I’m sure his numbers are still higher than mine.
“Look, Tyke, we’re both adults and have been tested. I’m okay with no condom if you are, as long as you pull out. I’m not on any birth control.”
He lifts one eyebrow. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”
“No,” I laugh. “Far from it.”
He grins. “Good. The last thing I want is some psycho, over twenty-five virgin becoming obsessed with me for taking her most prized possession.”
I roll my eyes. “That ship has long since sailed.”
He laughs with me for a moment before becoming deadly serious again as he presses his still hard cock against my wet flesh. “Okay. One time. I’m in no fucking shape to be a father right now.”
“Agreed,” I add and earn what I can only describe as a look of offense on Tyke’s face. “Not that I’m saying you’re not father material. I just mean me. I’m not ready for kids, either.” I quickly rush to make him understand what I meant.
He kisses my lips. “I knew what you meant. I’m just fucking with you.”
I bite my lip as a surge of bravery shoots through me and I tell him, “I’d rather you just be
fucking
me.”
He growls as he cups my breast in his hand. “That can most definitely be arranged.”
The playful tone in his voice is soon replaced by a wicked gleam in his eyes—one that tells me he’s most definitely ready to fulfill my last request. With a swift movement of his hand, the gray briefs disappear and his thick cock springs out. I reach between us, eager to touch and explore his beautiful body. His flesh is warm and silky as my fingers run along the length of his shaft.
I know it’s completely ludicrous to call a cock stunning, but it’s the only word that comes to mind as I gaze upon this magnificent man before me.
I lick the palm of my hand and then wrap my fingers around his cock, giving it a few long strokes. Tyke’s head falls back, and his mouth drifts open as I work him.
“Shit,” he murmurs as he licks his lips then brings his face back up so he can stare at me with his lust-coated eyes. He reaches out and flicks his thumb over my still erect nipple. “You don’t know how good your touch feels.”
I bite my lip as the memory of how damn good he made my body feel floods me, and instantly, I crave that euphoria again.
“I think I have a pretty good idea,” I say, edging closer to the end of the stone and guiding his cock up and down my folds, making impact with my clit each time.
Tyke sucks a quick breath through his teeth. “Jesus. You’re still so fucking wet.”
I lean in and lick his parted lips. “It’s because I want you inside me so damn bad.”
He crushes his mouth to mine as he thrusts his hips forward and the tip of his cock teases my entrance. “This? Is this what you want?”
My thighs spread wider, and I grab his ass. “Yes.”
“Need it?” he questions, inching forward.
“Oh, God, yes.” Even I can hear the pleading in my voice as I beg him to give me more. “I do.”
He trails his nose along my jawline. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, Frannie.”
Chills shoot down my spine as my entire body covers with goose bumps. I don’t remember ever wanting a man this much. No one has ever brought me to the edge and allowed me to teeter on the cliff of desire as long as Tyke has, and,
God
, the anticipation is killing me.
“Say it,” he coaxes. “I want to hear the dirty words coming out of your sexy mouth.”
“Fuck me, Tyke. I want you to fuck me,” I whisper against his lips.
As soon as the words touch the air, he thrusts his dick inside me. My pussy immediately clamps around him, holding him there.
“Fucking heaven,” he breathes, moving at a deliciously slow pace. He drops his head and rests his forehead on my shoulder. “I don’t know how long I’m going to last because it feels too—damn—good.”