The textured wall grabs at my robe, but I slide within the fabric as Ty pounds me harder. My muscles clench around his dick. I hold my breath as tingles overtake me, rushing in all directions, from my pussy out. Warmth from deep inside unfurls slowly, languidly, though he’s moving furiously, thumping my back upon the wall.
He continues thrusting into my body as he takes my jaw in his big hand. His eyes capture mine. “Are you ready? I’m gonna come.”
I nod. When I lick my lips, his gaze flits to them for a second. Then he’s kissing me, his fingers digging into my ass. His cock rocks in and out of my swollen pussy. Every muscle I have tightens as he deepens his strokes.
Then he nips my bottom lip, and with the hardest thrust yet, he buries his entire length in me, letting out a long breath, almost a sigh. “Ahhhhh.”
The heat of his cum rushes in and sets something off inside. That undulating warmth at my core burns bright as an orgasm rolls over me, and my pussy clenches his dick, loving the heat and the feel of him.
Tyson gathers me close, his hands under my ass as he carries me inside.
When my feet hit the carpet, I let out a deep breath and drop my chin to my chest.
Defeated.
TWELVE
As quietly as possible, I gather my jeans, t-shirt, socks, and shoes…well, one shoe.
Where the hell is my other shoe?
I woke this morning wrapped around JoJo, bathed in a sense of peace so strong that it catapulted me off the mattress.
I get on all fours and check beneath the bed. Under the night table. Behind the drapes.
Fuck it. I’ll wear my cross-trainers.
I shove everything into the crook of my arm. As I turn the handle, I try for silence, doing my best to slink out of the room like a thief.
A mumble from behind stops me before I cross the threshold.
JoJo clears her throat. “You don’t have to sneak out. It’s been over three weeks. I’m smart enough to have picked up on the fact that you aren’t planning on coffee and breakfast in bed with me, even on Sundays.”
I turn, giving her a grin. “Sorry. I—I have a lot to get done—you know, with the wedding and all.”
Yeah, like my sneaking out has anything at all to do with us getting married.
She bolts upright. “Wedding? What wedding?”
“Our wedding.” I narrow my eyes. “You aren’t backing out on me, are you?”
Her face pales. “But…we’re going to the Justice of the Peace. What’s to plan?”
“No. We’re going to be wed at the church on Fifth and South Raven.”
“What are you talking about?” Her confusion would be funny if it didn’t scare the shit out of me.
Dropping my clothes in a pile by the door, I go to the bed and sit at the edge. “You know…you rolling down the aisle in a poufy white dress. Me looking incredibly sexy in my monkey suit…”
She shakes her head.
I continue, “Tossing a bunch of flowers for all the single ladies to scrap over. And, last but never least, idiots throwing bird seed at us as we make a run for the limo with tin cans tied to the bumper and Doin’ the rabbit habit scrawled onto the back window right below Just Married.”
“No.” Her tone is as flat as my grandmother’s ass.
“What do you mean, no?” Does this mean she’s not going to go through with it? I’ll have to find a whole new person to move in here and marry me.
“I mean, no, I’m not planning a wedding. And I will not marry you in a church with a preacher.”
Damage control.
I force a smile and shove the churning in my stomach aside, going for light and fun instead. “Would you, could you in a park? Would you, could you in the—”
She lays her fingertips over my lips. “Stop it, already. This isn’t funny.”
Her hair is mussed from a night of some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had. She’s still naked with that sheet wrapped over her waist. My cock stirs.
Damn it. I don’t want to marry anyone else.
I take her fingers, kissing them one by one. “No. It’s not funny. We have to get married. It needs to look genuine. I want to invite all the people who know us—and that will include some of the people who work with the judge who will be hearing my case, because they all used to work with my dad. It will be public. Very public.”
Jo yanks her hand from mine and flops backward onto the bed. Her muffled voice comes through the pillow she’s pulled over her face. “Fine. Public it is. But not in a church. It’s fake. I will not have my fake wedding in a church.”
“No church then.” I flatten my hand on the pillow and give it a shake. “Make the plans. We’ll have it anywhere you want.”