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“I think you’re right.”
I release her and watch her swim toward the girls. They talk and laugh and splash each other as the guys come to stand by me. It’s nice knowing I still have their support even after everything. I feel like I owe them more than a fucking thank you, though.
We discuss places to move, and while we all had different places in mind, I’m sure we’ll end up at the same place. Silas wants to travel, and Levi wants to fish. I just want to be with Syn, and I don’t give a shit how I have to make that happen.
Epilogue
Tamsyn
“You would like to think that, wouldn’t you, Rylan?” I snap at him. It’s hard to be angry at that man when he’s walking around the house with no shirt on and a pair of jeans hanging low on his hips. All I can focus on is his muscles and how he looks at me.
“I do think that, Syn.”
“Whatever.”
“No. Don’t you fucking whatever me, Syn! Do you know what you just did? You just got that man’s hands broken,” he yells at me.
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You let him touch you, Syn. You let him have his hands on what belongs to me!” He roars this time. I didn’t think he’d be this mad honestly. I know Rylan is the jealous type but over this?
“He didn’t have any other choice. How was he going to do it? Huh?”
“I don’t fucking know, but you fucked up now,” he warns me, pointing his finger at me.
“I didn’t do anything,” I tell him once more, not that he cares. He doesn’t.
“You know, you keep saying that, but I know how that shit works, Syn. He has to be touching you to do it,” he growls.
“I thought you’d like it!” Now he prowls toward me, that dark and deadly look in his eyes. I shiver the closer he gets to me, and I can’t seem to stop myself. Does Ry still scare me? Fuck yes, he does, and I love every second of it, too.
His hand comes up and wraps around my throat as he pulls my face to his.
“He touched you,” he snarls.
“It’s a fucking tattoo, Rylan.” He looks down and reads his name, which now runs along the front of my throat. He makes a sound in the back of his, and I’m not sure what to make of it. “Besides, you got that one, and I didn’t throw a fit,” I argue, nodding to his hand. In the curve between his pointer finger in thumb now says, “Your neck here.” To some, that might be cringeworthy, but to me, that’s sexy as fuck.
“I didn’t have a woman touching me, Syn. Big difference.”
“But a man touched you. Should I get jealous?” I snap at him.
“You’ve known me long enough to know I don’t tolerate other men putting their hands on you, Syn. And you purposely let him touch you. You’re lucky I don’t know who the fuck it was, or he’d never be doing a tattoo again,” he says, keeping his face close to mine. The urge to stick out my tongue and taste his lips is almost more than I can handle. He sees the look in my eyes; I know he does. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you, Syn?”
“Yes.”
“You want to take my cock in your mouth and then your tight little pussy?” he asks me as heat floods my body. I nod my head, and he grins at me. Lowering his hand from my throat, he grabs my hand instead and drags me toward the stairs. We’re up the steps in no time and in our bedroom. I know he and the guys had been working in here, but I didn’t know what they’d done until I spotted the pegs in the wall and rope on the floor.
“What is that?” I ask, skidding to a stop.
“Fight me, Syn.” That’s all he says, and I turn to run. He doesn’t let me get far as I struggle in his hold. Ry rips my clothes off my body before slamming me against the wall, causing the air to rush from my lungs. Then he’s moving, keeping a hand on my stomach to keep me in place. He reaches down and grabs the rope, securing one of my wrists and then the other. I watch him drop to his knees in front of me and do the same with my ankles as my chest heaves for air.
“Look at you, Syn. Spread wide open for me to use,” he says, taking me in. He leans in and runs his tongue over my slit, and I arch my back. Like this, I’m wide open to him. My legs are tied, spread wide so he has easy access. He toys with my clit before he pulls away, causing me to whine.
Ry smirks at me as he walks to the closet and pulls out a box. I don’t know what’s in there, I’ve never seen it before now. He walks back over and sits the box on the dresser before smirking at me. Then he pulls out a dildo. Not a small one either.
“Ry, no. That’s too big,” I say, shaking my head.
“No, it’s not. It’s the same size as my cock.”
