His to Love (Fireside #1)(49)

“If you need me—,” Tyson started.

Declan scowled further. “I think I can handle teenage fuckers.”

Tyson lifted his hands and surrendered. “All right, man. Just checking.”

“Damn,” Aidan said, smirking as a waitress walked up with two plastic bags. I figured they were a to-go order Aidan must have called in before he arrived because she walked straight toward him. “Give the guy a lead job in the FBI and he thinks he’s the shit.”

Declan snorted.

Tyson rolled his eyes.

I threw my head back and laughed.

“We gotta go,” Aidan said, after he took the bags from the waitress. “See you around?”

“You got it,” Tyson stated, and slapped his friend on the back.

After a round of goodbyes, and after Declan headed back to the kitchen and our food was paid for, Tyson turned to me and helped me off the stool.

“What are the chances I have time to get you home and get you naked in bed before we have to be at Chelsea’s? I feel like it’s been days since I’ve been inside of you.”

It had been less than twelve hours, considering he had woken me up that morning with his tongue doing delicious things in between my thighs, causing me to start my day with not one, but two orgasms.

I flashed him a coy smile. “How about you take me to your place and find out?”

—

“Yes,” I gasped, thrusting my hips further. My hands fell forward until my fingers curled around Tyson’s shoulders. I was on top, after being on the bottom when Tyson had reminded me how incredible his tongue was on all parts of my body. When he’d given me one orgasm, he’d flipped us over and told me the rest was mine to take.

He meant that for about a minute before he held me by the hips and thrust into me from beneath, rocking my world in more ways than one.

“Bluejay,” he groaned, and rocked into me. Then he shifted his hips as he pulled me down on him, and he hit some secret place inside me somehow only he’d been able to find.

It was amazing and intense, and as he continued pushing his hips up, while pressing me down against him, my climax pulled me over the edge. I squeezed my eyes closed, felt my entire body begin to tremble as bright white lights flashed behind my closed lids.

“Tyson!” I cried out.

He did his thrust, press, and roll maneuver again, and pushed inside me again while pressing his forehead into the crook of my shoulder. “Fuck,” he groaned out as he sheathed himself to the hilt inside me. I was breathless and speechless. My heart pounded against my chest and I felt his heartbeat match mine.

My fingertips grazed his back, lightly running up and down his spine while we both groaned out the end of our pleasure and gave ourselves a few minutes to calm down.

“I want you to move in with me,” Tyson said, pressing his lips to the column of my throat. Despite the two orgasms I already had, that one spot where he kissed me still made goosebumps erupt on my heated skin.

“What?” I asked, and blinked rapidly.

He pulled back, braced himself above me with his arms straight, hands at the side of my head.

“Do you love me?” he asked, and his eyes roamed my face.

I smiled. “Of course I love you.”

“Then move in with me.”

I thought about it for about five seconds before I realized the only con was that we’d really only been together a month.

Then I realized that con didn’t matter to me.

“Okay.”

His eyebrows jumped. “You’re agreeing that easily?”

I tilted my head and smirked. “Do you love me?”

His lips twisted. “Of course I love you, you know that.”

I grinned. “Then why would I say no?”

He laughed softly, leaned down, and brushed his lips against mine. My body did that full body quiver it always did when he kissed me back to my ear, and then I gasped when he whispered, “Someday, I’m going to give you a new last name. And it all starts with you moving in with me.”

I swallowed, shocked, but not shocked. I knew a month ago…I knew the day I saw Tyson on the plane to Denver and after that first night we had dinner together that if we ever did get back together, what he was implying was exactly where I wanted us to end up.

I pressed my hands into his short black hair and tugged him off me, smiling. Then I winked. “Someday, I’m going to let you.”

“I love you, Gabriella Bluejay,” he whispered when he saw that I was serious, and that I not only meant it, but I wanted it.

I let all that play out on my face and licked my lips.

“I’ve never loved another besides you, Tyson. Can’t imagine why I’d ever want to love another.”

His feigned a scowl, slowly slid out of me, and stood. Then he held out his hand and smiled. “Come on. We need to get to Chelsea’s before she wonders where we went.”

I was learning that having a group of girlfriends meant that there was nothing sacred in regards to relationships. We shared, and we shared frequently about how good our men were in and out of bed.

I had no doubt Chelsea knew exactly where I was and why we were late.

Still, I didn’t care.

I let Tyson pull me out of bed before I rolled to my toes and kissed his lips.

I had a life to begin living and enjoying and I didn’t want to miss a minute more.





To Aaron

You’re the jelly to my peanut butter.

Thank you for supporting and encouraging me.

Love you more.





Acknowledgments


While you can often find me sitting on my couch, willing words to come to life while I write books, I am never fully alone. I’m so fortunate to have a great team of people who work with me and support me every single day.

Thank you to all the authors I’ve met and groups I’ve been a part of for the last several years. I couldn’t survive without the encouragement and friendships I’ve made with the ladies in my CP group.

To the women in FTN, you all make me laugh every single day! Thanks for being a bright spot in my day and for aiding in my procrastination when the words simply aren’t flowing.

Shannon, I’ve said it before and I’ll probably say it again: I couldn’t survive without you. You’re the best PA a writer could ask for and I dearly love our friendship. Thank you for always taking the time to read my books and tear them apart, thus making them better for everyone who comes after you.

Michelle, thanks for taking a chance on me! You’re an incredible agent. I’m so thankful for all of your support and the help you’re always willing to provide.

Sue, thank you, too, for taking a chance on me and loving my books. I’m so honored to be a part of the Loveswept family.

To all the readers and bloggers who have read, enjoyed, reviewed, and shared my books and teasers…you all are the best. The absolute best. I couldn’t do what I love without all of you helping to spread the word.

To my family, I love you. There’s nothing you could ever say or do that would ever make me stop loving you.

Finally, to Him who sits on the throne. All glory and honor is Yours. Thank you for loving a mess like me.