My fingers thread into his hair, but I protest because it feels like the right thing to do and because I love how he responds. “But I’ll see you at Leo’s tonight. I’ll come home with youafter.”
“Toolate.”
I squirm against him. “I have Entertainment Management in ninetyminutes.”
“Don’t need it. You’re dating a rockstar.”
I slap a hand against his shoulder, and he chuckles, his mouth vibrating on my skin. “Your hands aren’t that good,” Itry.
“Really? You thought they were last night.” His fingers brush between my thighs where I’m already wet, and it’s gameover.
After reaching for a condom and rolling it on, he turns me on my side, slipping behind me and pressing between mylegs.
“Good,” I mumble. “I’m sick of your facetoo.”
Tyler nips my neck in retaliation, and I hitch abreath.
He presses inside me, one inch at a time. I try to keep quiet because Beck’s in the other room, but when Tyler’s fingers find my clit, I can’t hold back themoan.
“Knew you liked my hands,” he murmurs in my ear. “What do you like best—my hands, my mouth, or mycock?”
I arch my ass into him, grinding because I need more even though he’s already filling me everywhere. “I like your hands busy, your mouth quiet, and your cock inme.”
“Goodanswer.”
Then words are gone because he’s chasing me into a wicked rhythm that drags us both to our peak way too soon and not soonenough.
After, I put on panties and the T-shirt so I can get up to use the bathroom. Tyler tugs on sleep pants, knotting them distractingly low around his hips, and follows meout.
Beck nods at us from the kitchen with a grin. “You want a third? I’m down toparty.”
I laugh, and Tyler shoots him side-eye.
It takes all of ten minutes to throw on my clothes and get ready togo.
“Don’t walk home by yourself. Shower here, and we can go to school together,” Tyleroffers.
“I’m fine,” I insist. “The neighborhood’s not that bad, and I need to go to my room beforeclass.”
Beck holds out a bagel. “Parting gifts. Please comeagain.”
I take it from him with a grin. “I’m sure Iwill.”
With a last look at Tyler, who’s watching me like he might drag me back to his room if I linger too long, I head outside and walkhome.
The sunlight is amazing. Life isamazing.
Each block I travel lifts my spiritsmore.
As I’m finishing my bagel, my phonebuzzes.
“Hi, Dad,” I answer as I turn the corner, just able to catch a glimpse of the Vanier building a few blocks away. “I was actually just thinking about you. I need to send you something. It’s an invitation,actually.”
“Well, you can tell me about it in person. I had some business in New York and thought we could meet.Surprise.”
I pull up fast enough someone bumps me from behind. “No way. You’re… um… herenow?”
“Yeah. I have a couple things to do this morning. Figured we could hang out after yourclasses.”