For His Protection (12 page)

Ty strode to the reception desk and collected a key. Brooke
stood behind him, her blood going from hot to flat-out boiling.
No, he isn’t.
He wouldn’t.
He smiled at Brittany and walked toward the elevator. Brooke
grabbed his elbow, drawing him back.

“Whatever you’re doing, Ty, you’re taking it too far. Do you
really think this is a game I’m going to play?”

The elevator opened and Ty looked at Brooke, his eyes full
of heat she’d somehow missed then he guided her inside. Brittany followed,
standing beside them. The doors shut.

Ty leaned down, bringing his lips close to her ear. “I told
you I’d die before I hurt you, Brooke. I meant it.”

Her head spun. He had a funny way of not trying to hurt her.
She looked at his face. It screamed
trust me.
She licked her dry lips,
suddenly feeling how closed the space was. The elevator opened and Ty took them
toward a set of large doors, swiping his key and holding the door open.

They walked into the kind of suite you see in movies. Plush
carpet, heavy drapes, a central bed big enough to host an orgy.

“I’ll just freshen up,” Brittany said, walking directly toward
a door across the large room.

Suddenly they were alone in this big room with its big bed
clearly made for one thing. She glanced at Ty. He tugged at his tie, studying
her in a way that made her sure the dessert he’d brought them here for would
not be ordered from the room service menu.

Exactly what did he think she’d let him do with another
woman right here?

She backed toward the exit. She didn’t care to find out.

“Don’t run yet, sweetheart.”

Ty matched her steps, stalking her until her back hit the
door. Her expression seemed to will his death. So he’d used her anger to keep
her from suspecting the truth. A little low maybe, but the slightest hint of
what he planned and she’d never have heard him out.

“I’ll just be waiting outside,” she said in a voice that
could have frozen steam mid-air, and turned to grasp the handle.

“Stay, I have something to tell you, Brooke.”

She spun and looked up at him. Spat an anger at him that had
gnarly, pointed teeth. He saw fury in her face and smiled. Her flared eyes, the
jutting jaw pushing her sexy bottom lip forward only made him want to take that
lip into his mouth and bite.

“I get you’re mad at me, but this is cruel.”

Ty inched closer, looked right into those fiery eyes. “I’m
not mad at you, Brooke. I’m in love with you.”

Her expression fell and rearranged itself into something he
could only identify as sorrow. “Ty—”

“No. For once you’re going to listen.”

He let his hand rest on her shoulder. She didn’t push it
away but her eyes went big and luminous.

“I know you think my feelings are all mixed up with you
saving me but I’m telling you it’s a shit-load deeper than that.” His slid his
fingers up her shoulder and took a lock of gold hair between his fingers. “There’s
something powerful between us. Something that happens whenever you’re near, and
it changes me.” He tugged the lock of hair gently, let the luxury of it, the
scent of her so damn close intoxicate him. “It changes you too.”

Her chin lifted but no denial emerged.

“I see you fight it so damn hard.” He leaned in, let her
sweet breath fan against his lips. “I know you lied. I know you want me.”
Emotion thickened his voice. “I know you need me.” He dropped his head, let
their foreheads brush. “I know you care for me.”

Warmth curled through him. Her warmth. The heat of her
swaying against him.

“I know what this costs you now but I’m not going to give
up.” He pulled back, conviction sucking his emotions back in check. “I’m going
to keep coming for you, Brooke. Again and again and again, until you let me
in.”

“So explain to me what this is.”

“This is me giving you something you’ve never had before.”
Ty dropped his hands.

She flopped against the door. “What? A threesome?”

“No.” Ty shook his head. “The chance to watch.”

Brooke’s eyes widened.

“The chance to satisfy all your curiosities, knowing you’re
always safe.” He lowered his voice. “The chance for the kind of control you
never knew you could have.”

Curiosity.

The instinct had a will of its own, winding its inquisitive
little tentacles through her imagination. There hadn’t been a moment since
she’d reunited with Ty she hadn’t wondered what she could do, what she could
enjoy. Hadn’t fantasized about crossing lines she wasn’t sure she could cross.

The space between them charged like a live current. Lust—hot
enough to almost singe hair off her arms—rolled from him. The pounding in her
chest echoed through her body, fluttered in her throat, her temples, her belly.

The emotion on his face dissolved the clashing feelings
tightening her muscles. She ran her gaze over his face. Warmth, warmth such as
she’d never seen and maybe even some of that love he’d spoken of…

Love.

A sentiment she couldn’t believe in. An emotion she’d never
be capable of experiencing. Yet she wanted to melt at his feet, let him lay his
love on her. Dream that he could fill the cracks and hollows in her soul. For
now though, something else demanded filling. A yearning that overwhelmed
everything.

The yearning to step through a one-way door and see the
unseen. To taste the forbidden.

“Y’all ready for me?”

Brooke looked away from Ty to the woman who’d walked up
behind him. Brittany stepped expertly in high heels, generous figure barely
contained in a white hotel bathrobe.

Brooke’s head swam and her belly rolled.

Oh fuck, can I do this?

Warm fingers touched her cheek. “It’s up to you now.”

Just one look at Ty and everything re-focused. She curled
her fist into his shirt collar and tugged him down. “You don’t get to kiss
her,” she said against his lips.

“There’s only one woman’s lips I want to devour.” He spread
his hand against her cheek.

His breath blew against her, tasting like champagne and
apples. She sucked it in and tugged again, planting her mouth against his. She
kissed him hard and deep, let him know with her mouth and lips and tongue just
who he belonged to. She released his shirt and stepped back. Her lips throbbed
from the kiss—as did the rest of her.

She turned to Brittany. “We are.”

Odd, the moment she said the words she was the one in
charge. Brooke moved around Ty to the center of the hotel room, walked to the
padded armchair in the corner and sank into it.

“Come and stand in front of me,” she said.

Ty and Brittany followed.

Brooke’s heart knocked against her ribs.

They stood close enough she could lean forward, reach out
and lay her palm on Brittany’s thigh. Ty stood behind Brittany, his arm around
her middle. Their bodies pressed together intimately but his eyes didn’t look
down, they focused on Brooke.

There was no doubt in her mind that he stood there for her.
Only for her. Waiting for her to tell him what she wanted.

“Show me how you want to touch me, Ty.”

Brooke gripped the arms of the chair. Ty smiled and his hand
moved to Brittany’s middle but instead of tugging off her robe, it moved over
her chest and splayed against her skin. He stroked over Brittany’s tan chest,
fingers brushing up to her neck, and guided her cheek against his shoulder. The
position pushed her chest forward, made her breasts strain against the robe,
put her on display.

Brooke swallowed, her gaze clinging to Ty’s long, capable
fingers. They traveled back down and curled over the side of Brittany’s robe.
His knuckles brushed over the curve of her breast, and her eyes drifted closed.
His other hand smoothed over Brittany’s belly and reached for the belt at her
middle. He pulled, sliding the bow free inch by inch. The belt fell to
Brittany’s sides and Ty peeled open the robe. It hung over her shoulders,
exposing her body to Brooke.

Brooke held a breath. Brittany’s breasts filled the black
lace of her bra and her pelvis tilted forward in a narrow matching thong.
Brooke took in the sight of the other woman. The two of them weren’t the
same
but with Brittany’s head against Ty’s shoulder, her hair spilling over her
face, it was almost as if Brooke was the one in his arms, almost like an
out-of-body experience.

Ty ran his hands over Brittany’s bare stomach. Her belly
quivered under his touch as he cupped her breasts. He stroked and caressed,
plucked at nipples through fabric. Brittany strained into his hands.

Brooke watched, releasing her breath. Her nipples hardened
as if invisible hands touched them. Ty’s face moved to Brittany’s neck and he
scraped his teeth along her skin. He caught Brooke’s gaze then gripped the lace
panels of Brittany’s bra and tugged, freeing her breasts.

Heat rose to the surface of Brooke’s skin. She held Ty’s
gaze then let it drift down, watched Ty’s thumbs flick over rigid pink nipples,
squeezing them in his fingers. Moisture pooled in her mouth and Brooke
swallowed. Brittany groaned, her knees dipping. Ty shifted, wedging his leg
between Brittany’s, pushing her open and balancing her against him.

He reached down, stroking up Brittany’s thighs, running his
palms to her center, rubbing over her panties with his big hands. Brittany’s
hips moved, grinding into the touch. Brooke squeezed her thighs together,
aching pleasure building between her legs.

Ty traced the waistband of Brittany’s panties but paused,
watching Brooke.

Brooke's neck and cheeks burned, her fingers ached from
digging into the arms of the chair, but not half as much as her pussy suffered.

“Show me, Ty, show me how you want to make me come,” Brooke
breathed. She uncurled her fingers from the chair and placed them on her knees.
She leaned back, let her palms slide along her thighs over the top of her
dress. Ty’s eyes shut for a moment. When they opened they blazed. He pushed
Brittany’s panties down over her hips, hooking them where his knee nestled
between hers.

Brooke flicked her gaze over Brittany. She lay balanced on Ty,
robe hanging by her sides, splayed open, legs restrained by her underwear. That
place inside Brooke, the one fighting between anticipation and flashes of
dread, melted into the pure eroticism that whispered to her to
look
,
watch
,
see
.

Ty shifted, drawing Brittany’s knees farther open, spreading
her wider. Brooke’s gaze hooked on the clipped strip of hair above Brittany’s
folds. It should be crude to look at another woman there. Yet she couldn’t help
looking. Couldn’t help letting her gaze fall, letting herself see. Couldn’t
help her fascination as Brittany spread open, her pink lips glistening.
Couldn’t help staring as Ty’s long fingers stroked over shining flesh.

He rubbed a slow circle, dragging his fingertips over the
hooded nub high on her pussy. Brittany let out a sound that could have been
mistaken for pain if her neck didn’t arch in ecstasy. Ty pumped over that place
until Brittany squirmed, grabbed handfuls of his trousers and moaned. Then he
plunged down, pushing two fingers hard inside her.

Brooke froze, her gaze homing in on that sight, her heart
beating as if it might explode. Ty’s fingers dipped into wet flesh, pulling out
and sliding back in. Brittany bucked. All Brooke could do was stare, her body
pulsing, her core drenching. Brooke cupped both hands over her pussy, her hips
rising into the touch, just as Brittany’s hips rose into Ty’s. She watched
them, her muscles tightening from her calves up to her stomach. Ty’s other hand
joined the one between Brittany’s legs. He brushed her clit, and pushed hard
into her. Brooke gasped, her pussy quivering in response. Brittany convulsed,
body bucking and shuddering in Ty’s arms.

Brooke’s stomach clenched and heat spread over every inch of
her. She’d never seen anything like it. The way a woman’s face could look, eyes
wide but unseeing, lost in joy. She never knew a man could have this pure kind
of power. The way Ty’s knee wedged between Brittany’s thighs, the way he
supported and controlled her body, played it as if he owned it while she came
with a scream. This was who Ty really was. A man who could bring a woman undone
without even undressing her fully. A man who could command all of a woman’s
senses and dominate them. And she knew in that moment exactly what he put aside
for her. How he handed her all his power.

And she loved him for it.

She didn’t need to see any more. He’d just shown her
everything she needed to know. Brittany turned in Ty’s arms.

“Thank you, Brittany,” she whispered. “I think that’s all.”

Brittany looked over her shoulder and nodded at Brooke, then
stepped out of Ty’s arms and adjusted her underwear.

Brooke shut her eyes, her blood still raging through her
system, desire still smothering her senses.

When she opened her eyes again Ty was kneeling in front of
her, drying his hands on a towel. She sucked in a breath and tasted the scent
of the hotel hand soap coming off him. The door clicked and Brooke glanced
across the room.

Fully dressed, Brittany stood by the door. She raised her
hand in a wave before opening the door and disappearing through it.

Alone
.

Funny, they’d been alone so many times yet this time the
completeness of their solitude seemed to ice out the rest of the world. Ty
knelt in front of her and even though only moments before another woman had
come in his hands he looked at her as if no one else had ever existed.

He tossed the hand towel aside and leaned closer, the
buttons on his shirt brushing her knees. “Did you see it, Brooke? Did you see
what you needed to?”

The touch against her knees sent shivers up her thighs and
between her legs where it was still so wet, so aching. Her abdomen filled with
a muscle-deep craving that couldn’t wait, couldn’t be held at bay.

“I saw it,” she said through strained vocal cords. Her knee
moved against his shirt, dragged against the soft fabric. She let her thighs
fall open, let her knee slip and rest beside his hip. Her dress bunched in her
lap, the fabric shifted and shimmered with the movement of her breaths. He
looked down, looked at where her open thighs met the edge of her dress. He
moved in, pulled her knee firmly into his side. Her pelvis tilted and her dress
bunched higher.

His gaze burned over her from her knees up over her skin,
her body, her face. Ty leaned toward her. Brooke’s breath hitched and she
pressed her palm against his chest, holding him back.

“Just one step at a time, okay?” She notched her chin.

Ty smiled a smile so deep and dark it made her core tighten.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I won’t do anything you don’t beg
me for.”

Heat smacked her across the face and right down to her
pussy. Brooke wasn’t a beggar. Yet his words, combined with the heat seeping
from his fingers behind her knee, made her want to throw her legs wider. Gave
her no doubt she’d be able to beg.

She wouldn’t be able to stop herself. “All right.”

His hands swept over her knees and stroked the insides of
her thighs. She watched his fingers move—big and tan and hard, and inching
closer and closer to her center.

Could he feel her pulse rioting just under the surface?

“All right what?” Ty asked.

She glanced up from the hands on her thighs, her head light
and bright as if she were walking through a mist. “Huh?”

“You’re going to ask for what you want, Brooke.” His voice
lowered, taking on a roughness that shivered her blood. “Ask me.”

He smoothed higher then reversed and ran his palms back down
to her knees. She bit back a groan, willing his hands back up.

“Touch me,” she said.

Ty chuckled, stroking the fingers of his right hand back up
her thigh. He stopped a few inches shy of her crotch and stroked a slow circle.
The rough pads of his fingers grazed a path on that innocent patch of skin,
making it sensitive and receptive, creating a whole new erogenous zone.

“Here, baby? Is this where you want me to touch you?”

His fingers continued their path. His thumb brushed the edge
of her panties. Her pelvis lurched and she pulled her knees higher, twitching
toward his touch.

“I need to hear you say it,” he said, this time brushing
deliberately against her panty line while sensitizing her thigh.

Moisture coated her folds, seeped into her underwear, making
everything inside slick and slippery.

“Touch me,” she said louder.

“I am touching you.”

He leaned forward and blew firmly against the place his
fingers moved. Energy like a snap of electricity burst from his touch. Cool air
on burning skin—white hot pleasure.

She jerked, reaching out and grabbing a fistful of the
fabric on his shoulder for support.

“Touch my goddamn pussy, Ty.”

He laughed again and cupped her through her panties. Ty’s
strong fingers closed over her and she stiffened, jerking her hands back to the
arms of the chair and holding on as if it’d just lurched into the air. His
thumb rubbed over her clit, his palm bumped her entrance. Her hips retracted,
instinctively recoiling, even though the rest of her screamed at her to just—
lean
in
.

“Look at me.” Ty paused, placing his free palm on her right
thigh and deepening the stroke of his thumb.

Pleasure oozed from his touch. The muscles in her thighs
contracted against her skin.

She looked at him, her vision slightly blurred.

“Tell me how it feels, Brooke.” He made tight little circles
over her nub. The damp fabric pushed against her. “Does it feel good?”

She moistened her lips and nodded. “Yes it feels good.”

“That’s right. It feels good.” With his free hand he pried
her fingers off the arm of the chair and placed them over the hem of her dress.
“You’re going to want to watch this because everything I’m about to do is going
to feel very, very
good
.”

Brooke squeezed the fabric and lifted it to her navel,
baring herself from the bellybutton down. Her pulse thumped in her throat but
she kept her gaze on the hand between her legs.

Ty pushed her panties to the side. He made a sound deep in
his throat. “Fuck, what a hot little pussy this is.”

She held her breath, looking down at a body that could have
belonged to someone else. The soft dusting of pale hair trailing from just
below her pubic bone to her folds—a place she couldn’t remember consciously
looking at in years.

“What do you want?” he growled.

Her tongue darted between her lips. “Touch my pussy, Ty.”

His eyes darkened for a moment and he stroked his thumb
slowly over her folds. Rough, warm skin against hers. The touch so close yet so
far from her bundle of nerves, hitting her with a fury of sensations that made
her want to scream. She pressed her back against the chair and watched him
touch her.

“Wider, Brooke,” he said, gaze focused on her face.

Brooke lifted her knees a little higher, leaning them
against the arms of the chair and resting her free hand on her kneecap. Her
folds parted and his thumb scraped over her clit. Pleasure shot into her womb.

She gasped.

He circled her with the pad of his thumb, tightening that
pleasure like the wind of a jack-in-the-box key—threatening to explode her lid
clean off. Her pelvis strained into his touch. Ty slid his hand down, dragging
his fingertips over her exposed pussy. His fingers brushed her entrance with a
soft swipe.

Brooke flinched, her inner muscles squeezing, her thighs
squeezing, every sensation escalating.

Ty lifted his hand toward his lips. Her body streaked with
frustration. He sucked his fingertips and his eyelids closed slowly then flared
wide. “I know how you taste now, Brooke.”

His tongue moved over his fingers, long and thick and deep
pink. Her mouth watered.

That tongue
.

He watched her. He knew what she was thinking. What she
wanted. Of course he damn well did. She clutched her knee and her dress, her
knees pressing wider, pussy begging.

“If you want something, you know what you have to do.”

Brooke groaned. “I want your tongue, Ty.”

His gaze swept over her and he reached for her, hooking his
fingers in the sides of her panties. He dragged them down and she lifted her
hips, letting him pull them off her legs and over her heels.

“Wider,” he said, shifting closer between her legs.

Brooke let her thighs stretch, her breaths panting, pulse
racing, thoughts scattering. He planted his lips against the patch of skin on the
thigh he’d tormented earlier and sucked. She let out a low moan.

Heat
.

His mouth was hot. Wet and hot and like a vacuum of
pleasure.

“Is this where you want it, baby?” He licked her thigh.

“Ah God,” she said. “No.”

He moved an inch. And another inch closer. Almost but not
quite there.

Bastard
.

“Here?” he whispered against her skin.

Her thighs shook from clenching.

Damn him.

“My pussy, Ty.”

She didn’t have a chance to breathe before his mouth was on
her. His tongue right on her nub. Need streaked through her system, contracted
her vessels, enlivened her nerves. He sucked her. Ran that long, thick tongue
over and over her like a machine. She grabbed his hair, her back arching off
the chair, a scream building in the back of her throat.

He moved, pulling her back from the brink and licking down
lower. She growled and tugged his hair.

He paused and looked up from her pussy. “Not yet, baby.”

“Yes yet,” she groaned and yanked.

“I’m not nearly done,” he said more firmly then returned to
her aching pussy.

He flicked his tongue over her clit and his fingers moved to
her entrance. Her stomach seized, a chill taking the edge off the heat in her
blood. His mouth left her and he gazed up at her.

“Baby, does this feel good?” He moved his other hand and
rubbed her clit while brushing her entrance with one finger. Fire flared in her
womb.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice shaking.

“It’s going to feel even better.” He entered her with his
fingertip. “When you ask for it,” he said then slammed his mouth over her
again.

He rolled that tongue back and forth. Everything coiled
tight, her insides wired to explode. She moaned and pulled him tighter. That
fingertip tormented her. Giving her a taste then darting away.

A hint of fullness. A promise of a deeper sensation.

Her body hummed with thick, dark anticipation. Part bliss.
Part dread. But the kind of dread you have the moment you reach that highest
point on a roller coaster. You’re high—too high. Know you’re going to fall.
Know you’re going to enjoy it. Know you’re safe. But that fucked-up instinct Mother
Nature gives you whispers that you’re going to die.

She needed him inside, wanted him there.

Brooke tugged his hair and gazed down at him. He raised his
head and met her eyes.

She looked at him and let go of his hair. “Be gentle.”

His eyes went from blazing lust to an avalanche of warmth.
He started a slow circle on her clit with one hand and pushed into her with his
finger. He slid in. One knuckle. Then another. Eased into her. Filling but not
overwhelming. Stuffing her full with sensations she couldn’t recognize but
instantly craved. Everything but his touch receded into the background.

“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered against her thigh, watching
his finger sink into her. “Until you ask me not to be.”

He rotated his finger and rubbed her nub. Her walls clutched
him, trying to suck him deeper. Blood rushed to her pelvis, made her womb
heavy.

“Gentle, Brooke, can be very—very—frustrating.”

He pulled out fraction by fraction. She groaned, so wet and
slippery no amount of squeezing could keep him inside her. He leaned forward,
flicking his tongue against her, and inched back into her.

He used his tongue on her the way she’d envied him using it
on the ice cream. Greedy, lapping strokes on her flesh. On flesh she could see
that shameful tongue tormenting. A visual assault on top of a physical one. But
she couldn’t look away. Could only watch that long, long tongue flick and
stroke and unravel her. Her nails scraped across the upholstery. Her system
coasted along the edge, rode it hard. But he reined her back in, slowing down.
Twisting his finger instead of sliding it.

“Fuck—Ty.” Her voice cracked, raw and broken.

His cheek scraped her inner thigh. “Tell me what you want.”

“More,” she groaned.

His breath caressed her pussy. He moved in her just as
slowly, just as infuriatingly. “How more?”

“Faster,” she said, speaking with held breath.

His movements changed, speeding up. He pushed into her then
pulled out, then back in again, then again and again. Fast but gentle. Fast but
torturous. Taking her right back to that edge but without the push the
slightest breeze could deliver.

She gasped, unable to satisfy her need for air. Her skin burned
and need throbbed though every cell. A combination of pleasure and frustration
made her want to sob. She pressed her face into the fabric of the armchair.

“Harder,” she shouted.

Ty’s mouth covered her, stealing her thoughts a moment
before a second finger joined the first. Everything changed. He thrust to the
knuckle, filling her completely, pummeling her full of ecstasy.

She spasmed, sensations exploding like a wave of some
euphoric drug though her system. The room spun. Her muscles seized and pulsed.
She screamed, gripping the arms of the chair as her body shook as if touched
with a live current.

Ty sucked her clit, drawing out the pleasure until she
twitched.

She panted for air. “Mother-fucker.”

Her hips squirmed as she sank blissfully back to earth. Her
breaths evened and his movements stilled.

Ty’s mouth left her pussy. His low chuckle rushed against
her skin.

She glanced down at Ty crouched in front of her. He
continued to laugh and pressed a kiss to her thigh.

She lowered her knees and straightened. “What?”

“Mother-fucker?” he said, mischief in his eyes. “You’ll
spoil me with that sweet-talk.”

She’d said that?

Brooke shrugged, a smile inching across her lips. How did he
do this? Make everything so easy, so comfortable?

So safe?

Her world cracked open, the constant darkness shuddered,
shadows giving way to the first rays of dawn light. She leaned forward and
touched his cheek. “Got to keep you in your place, don’t I?” she asked, barely
hearing her words as she drank in the warmth of his face.

Then she was on her knees with him. Somehow. Arms around his
neck, kissing him deeply but tasting herself. His hard cock scraped against her
belly but she didn’t pull away, she rubbed herself against it. Ty’s hands slid
to her waist. He stilled her and broke the kiss.

“One step at a time,” he said then pressed his lips against
her temple.