Give and Receive - Bundle (Books 1-2): New Adult Romance (11 page)

Felt pretty fucking amazing.

Even though right now, his deliciously yummy, thick, fat cock was getting harder. Expanding, every second. Still covered in her juices…still mingled with wetness from him.

Even though he had one of the best feeling dicks, this side of the Mason Dixon line.

She adored that expression.

For a split second, she was obscenely delighted she had an excuse to use it today.

“So we’re back to blaming me for everything, right?”

She blinked at him. Startled he spoke.

“What do you mean, back? We never left. It’s always your fault. Isn’t everything? Unless it’s Reese’s.”

Ty gave her a knowing grin.

Lena frowned, instantly suspicious. He was so sneaky.

This one, right here. She’d have to keep an eye on him.

Before you know it, she’d be right back where she started, doing things she-

Ty wrapped his arms around her waist. Effectively locking her in. Trapping her from moving when she tried.

“Let me go, Ty.”

“No.”

“Ty…I’m serious. Let me go.” She panicked as her body betrayed her once again. Responding to Ty’s evil, crafty ways.

Well, now. Aren’t we the whorefully dirty little slut, with no discipline to speak of?

Yeah, well…you know what, bitch? Until that chocolate brownie ice cream doesn’t make my ass look like a two by four…I guess we’re about even. So shut the fuck up.

Why did her conscience sometimes sound like Elizabeth Hurley?

Later. One crisis at a time.

Right now, she had to deal with Ty and his wayward cock. Trying to make her pussy his new home.

“You’re not accomplishing anything, Ty. Why are you doing this?”

“Oh, no other reason than because I can.” Ty sounded smug as her body heated. Reacting whether she wanted to or not. She was becoming a raging inferno. A flame needing lit. He was the accelerator.

“I guess it’s my fault that wet, beautifully dripping pussy of yours came hard, all over my cock. That I was one thrust away from being thoroughly embedded in your luscious little cunt?”

His tone conversational. As if discussing the weather.

He slid his hand up her thigh and under her skirt. Palming the soft, silky mound of dampened curls between her legs.

He leaned forward. Drawing her in. Enveloping her scent. Allowing it to tease his senses.

Lena gasped, a frantic moan escaping.

“Oh my god, Ty…You are so fucking nasty. I can’t even believe you right now.”

“Yeah, I know. Devil incarnate. That’s me.”

“But…so I’m clear. Say cunt one more time. You know. To make sure I heard it right.”

Ty laughed involuntarily. The sound muffled against her thigh. He gave a resigned shake of his head. She would never stop making him laugh at the most inopportune moments. Never stop thoroughly driving him insane.

He was so head over heels, it wasn’t even funny.

Damn
.

“Cunt.” He whispered against her skin. Holding her close to his lips. Breathing her musky fragrance in.

“
Fuck
. That’s freaking hot.
Shit
. Wait…No…Ty stop…We have to stop. What are you doing? What are 
we
 doing? What am I letting you do?”

“Will you calm the fuck down? I’m doing what you want me to do. What we both want me to do. You know it, and so do I. Let it happen.” He kissed the inside of her bare thigh.

“I’m also setting the record straight. 
So we’re clear
.” 

His tone slightly mocking. Repeating her words back to her.

“If you want me to stop, really want me to stop, I will. Tell me again. Tell me you don’t want me to touch you. And I walk away. Right now. Say it, Lena. 
You have to say it.
 I won’t be able to let you go if you don’t.”

Ty’s voice was a hoarse whisper. All traces of mockery gone. His other hand dropping from her waist, to the other side of her thighs.

“God help me. I might not be able to let you go, even if you do.”

His fingers were anything but soft, as they kneaded her naked skin. Firm and agile, they continued tormenting her. Traveling up her legs. Grazing over her pussy. Lightly fingering her delicate folds.

She fought against the sensation. Writhing against the wet, muscled slickness of his fingers.

He leaned forward without warning, pushing her skirt up higher. Exposing damp, silkened skin. Pressing his soft lips to her core. The gentlest of kiss. Causing her to jerk against his mouth in response.

“You are so wet and ripe right now, baby…like a peach. I want to savor you.
Every. Succulent. Bite.
Are you absolutely sure, you don’t want me to take care of this for you?”

He blew his warm breath against her. Tightening his grip on her thighs so she couldn’t move, but where he allowed.

“I have wanted to taste you for so fucking long, Lena.”

Ty murmured against her skin. His every word causing tortuous, vibrating pleasure. Her hips moved frantically, hungrily, against his lips. 

“Please…let me do this. I promise you that’s all I’ll take.

Nothing more.”

Lena laughed, a choked, breathless sound.

“Liar.”

“Yeah. I know. That shit sounded good though, right?”

Ty laughed along with her, looking up at her. Struck once again at how beautiful she was. Especially when she laughed.

She had the best laugh.

Free and infectious. Like she didn’t care who heard her.

He wished she did it more. 

He wished he didn’t care so much that she didn’t.

Lena looked down at him. Noticing how ridiculously green his eyes were. Framing his impossibly long lashes. Almost like a girl’s. Maybe even longer.

She could never understand that shit. Why did God feel it necessary to give boys longer lashes? Girls were the ones who clearly needed them for world domination.

Further evidence God was a woman.

Only a bitchy, catty female wouldn’t share long lashes with other chicks. Bestowing it on the male of the species. Utterly undeserving. More importantly, devoid of any knowledge whatsoever of what to do with them. 

Not that there was anything feminine about Tyler Malone.

One hundred percent grade a premium male.

And not one to frown at.

He was gorgeous and he knew it. With a head full of the curliest, inky-black hair she had ever seen on a man.

Her laughter faded, realizing where they found themselves.

Again.

She gradually became aware of him staring at her. With that unfathomable expression she never could decipher.

“I should go, Ty…before anything else happens we regret.” She cleared her throat.

“Not that anything happened before. Because it didn’t. But if it did…which it didn’t…let’s not do something we’ll both regret tomorrow.”

“I understand you feel that way. I can even empathize with your plight. But I suppose that’s the difference between you and me.”

Ty leaned forward.

“I don’t regret this.”

He glanced up. Catching her gaze and holding it. Taking her in his mouth. Sucking her swollen clit with bruising intensity. Lena whimpered, her body taking control. Shoving herself into his face. Using her hands. Pushing him down deeper. Further.

She tangled her hands in his soft hair, yanking it. Smothering him. Pressing herself against his mouth.

He was suffocating. Couldn’t breathe. But stopping was not an option. Fucking her with his mouth, like his life depended on it, was. She ground into him with brutal force.

Ty groaned against her. Licking, twirling, circling his tongue around her clit. Drawing the fleshy lips of her labia into his mouth as well.

He bit down on her flesh, sliding his fingers inside her. Two fingers, then three.

“Release it, baby. Let me taste that cream.
Jesus Fucking Christ
…you feel so good in my mouth, Lena…
give it all to me.
”

He sucked her back into his mouth, squeezing her ass. Ramming her against his lips, into his mouth. Like he couldn’t get enough of her.

She finally cried out. Emitting a strangled, tortured sound. The force of her orgasm hitting fast, and sharp.

Ty continued lapping her up. Swallowing every last bit of precious nectar. The more he licked, the more the fire in her belly grew. She came, harder than before. Straight into his waiting, open mouth.

“
Ok, Enough
. Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck
.”

“Enough of what?” Ty asked, delving into her wetness once more. Placing soft kisses on her mound of damp curls.

Lena moaned, low and urgent. Resisting the impulse to move her hips over his. Feel him surge into her.

Like she wanted him to do all night long.

Wait…no. Dammit. No.

“Enough…of this. 
Stop it
. I don’t want you to touch me.” Lena’s voice caught, uneven. She took a steadying breath.

Calming herself.

“Liar.” Ty laughed.

She couldn’t believe she let him do this.

Again.

For the 
first
 time, she meant.

It was a mistake. The whole thing.

Deep down, she knew she was to blame for allowing it to happen. Even worse, she let Ty use her. In whatever game he was playing with Danny. Partially because she wanted Danny to hurt, for making her hurt, all these years.

For every time she cried over him. For every time she pretended to be happy for them. For every time he fucked Elizabeth, and not her. She realized this now.

She wished she figured this shit out an hour ago.

“So maybe I 
am
 a liar. Maybe I am completely in denial. Maybe I steal Blow Pops from the candy store.”

“Seriously?”

“Used to. I used to steal them. Nasty habit, stealing. Took weeks of therapy to get over.”

Lena quickly pulled down her skirt. Adjusting herself as best she could. She gave Ty an expectant look. He let her go, holding his hands up in a 
no mas
 gesture.

She moved to leave. Turning at the last minute, smoothing back a piece of his hair that fell. He looked up, as she stared at those impossibly long lashes of his. She bent down, kissing him on the forehead.

“Your hair.”

“My hair.”

“It was…um.”

“It was what, darlin’.”

“It was falling down. I know you hate that.”

He waited patiently.

“Shut up, Ty.”

“
What?
”

“I’m just saying. That was a moment just now. For a second. It was tender, emotional…the ending scene of 
Gone With the Earth.
 Or the other one,
When Henry met Sharon
.”

“
You mean Gone With the Wind
 and 
When Harry Met Sally.
”

“Whatever. All that shit. It was an almost epic moment, Ty. But you had to go and ruin it with your mouth. Honestly.” She grabbed her bag, staring at him.

She actually looked disgusted.

Ty blinked at her.

“I have to go.” She announced.

“No, what you have are issues requiring professional fucking help.”

“Probably. I still gotta go.”

She walked away, turning back one last time.

“What now?”

“None of this happened, Ty.”

“None of what happened, Lena?”

“Exactly.”

Ty put his head down on the bar.

And sighed.

Danny silently watched Elizabeth carry her suitcases out of the house. She didn’t ask for help.

He didn’t offer.

She’d just finished ripping him a new one. Saying what a low-life loser he was. Kicking his wife out on the streets with no place to go.

Danny stared at her. Unfazed by her threatening, destroying, cursing, throwing, crashing, smashing and kicking everything within her peripheral vision.

He said not one word since telling her he was leaving her, and she needed to get her shit out of his house.

She at least had the grace to look embarrassed when he showed her the pictures of her, riding his bodyguard’s dick.

For all of five minutes.

Which was fun while it lasted. For him, at least.