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“If the shoe was on the other foot, would you?”
“Okay.” He held his hands up, palms out. He still seemed distracted, as though his mind wasn't at all on what we were discussing.
“Uncle, is there something bothering you?” I studied his face.
His phone vibrated, and he narrowed his eyes to focus on the screen.
“Sorry, Ivy, but I need to take this.” He rushed out of the room, leaving me to wonder what in the world he was so worried about.
The homes on the property that housed the Blackstone men and their families seemed quiet and still. It was as though we were all waiting for a storm to hit. Even Scoot seemed uninterested in having a chat that evening. He just flopped down on my bed and glared at me when I turned on the TV.
I heard low music playing. I got up and popped my head outside hopefully. Yes, Ty’s bedroom door was partly open. Maybe there was life in this house today after all.
I gave a light knock, but he didn’t answer, so I pushed the big wooden door open and spotted him on the couch, nursing a drink in the dark. The TV flickered and provided the only light in the room. Howling at the Moon by D Fine Us flowed softly from the speakers.
“Are you okay?” I whispered, breaking the silence between us. His gaze didn’t leave the screen, and I guessed the events over the past few days played havoc with his head. “Want to talk about it?” Nothing. I twisted around the bottle on the table next to him to read the label, but it was written in a different language. “What can I do to help?” I offered.
He smirked darkly behind the rim of the glass and swallowed back the last of it. Just that look alone made my skin heat and my mouth run dry. Focus.
“Okay,” I nodded, “I’ll leave you be, then.” We needed to talk, but this wasn’t the time. I turned to leave, but his leg lifted, and his foot landed heavily on the table, blocking my path.
“You want to help?” His tone was almost eerie. I nodded, unsure where he was mentally.
He leaned over and dropped his glass on the table, and he cupped the back of my calf. Slowly, he slid his fingers upward, beneath my skirt. They found their way around my thigh to stroke my drenched panties. I felt the fabric press into my hip as they ripped. He did the same to the other side then tossed the scrap of fabric next to his glass.
His fingers returned while his gaze remained locked on mine. He looked haunted and tortured, and I wished I could say something to make that expression go away, but I knew it wasn’t as easy as that. Darkness fills the spots that light couldn’t reach. The scars inside us created pockets of pain that lay beneath, way beyond our ability to heal with words alone.
He reached down and nudged the pad of his finger inside me. My mouth parted and my chest heaved, outing my desire for him.
“Ty, talk—”
“Spread your legs more.” Before I could think, he leaned forward and licked with a hungry tongue. The moment he tasted me, he growled and hiked my leg up so he could have me at a better angle. I was helpless to deny him anything at that point.
“Jesus, Ty.” I steadied myself on his shoulders as he chose a pace that had my eyes rolling back in my head. “That feels amazing.” I couldn’t help but rock my hips to his rhythm. My skin grew hot, my head dazed, and my stomach twisted into a delicious knot. My moans filled the room, and when I found somewhere to put my other foot, I pressed against him harder as I fisted his hair. He was relentless and kept switching things up, never allowing me to gain any control. It was incredibly erotic and completely overpowered any thoughts I might have had in my head.
“Come on my tongue,” he commanded. “Let me taste you as you lose control.”
“I’m so close,” I cried. “Harder.” I needed more of him. I teetered on the brink of bliss. “Yes,” I moaned as his tongue flicked and sucked on all the right spots. “Yes, Ty, yes!” I was so close I could taste it. I folded inward, ready to explode outward. I tightened and expanded at the same time. My skin went hot then cold, then hot again. I wasn’t sure I could stand it when the climax hit. Here I go. I raced toward the edge, wings expanded, ready to take that leap off the cliff.
Suddenly, a buzz. He stilled, pulled away, as I cried out in shock and frustration.
“I need to take this.” He held up his phone, and I blinked, confused, hanging over the sweet ledge of desire, watching my bliss fizzle out below me.
“Seriously?” I shook my head as a mixture of emotion came at me. I was only trying to help him. Was, I though? I was the one who’d been on the receiving end of the pleasure.
“I have to.” He pushed to his feet, and I lowered my leg and pulled my skirt back in place as he left the room. I covered my face and took a long breath. What was I doing? Friends with benefits should come with rules, like never leave the other hanging on to a climax.
I tossed and turned all night. My skin was on fire, and the memories of Ty’s tongue between my legs played behind my eyelids every time I closed them.
“Let me taste you as you lose control.”
If I thought I was a pent-up mess before we had sex, I was incredibly wrong. I imagined it was what junkies felt like when they could only make a skinny line from the dust left in the bottom of their baggie. So close to the real hit, but it just didn’t cut it. It only made it worse.
I tossed the sheets off, flung open the closet door, and dug around in my suitcase. Once my fingers felt my silicone friend, I slipped in the bathroom and got reacquainted.
Next morning, my run started out in the dark but ended with the sunrise. I peeled my jacket off my sweaty skin and wrapped it around my waist as I jogged down the hill to the patch of tarmac near the building that housed Shadows’ helicopter. Sometimes I forgot that I lived on a special ops base. The massive house and lake hugged by the mountains seemed to draw your attention away from the everything else this place offered. I slipped inside the building and let my eyes adjust to the change in light. The massive beast in front of me had blades that spread like a hawk above me. I moved closer. The guns on the side sent a shiver down my back as I reached up and touched the cool steel. The inside was open, and I wondered how many times this chopper was under fire and how many soldiers’ lives it had saved. How many times it had helped them escape in the nick of time as they were swallowed up in its belly, safe for at least that moment.
“Have you been inside one of these before?” Mark asked from behind me, nearly making me jump out of my skin.
