But I wanted more. I wanted hard. I wanted fast. I quickly pulled my hips back, then slammed back.
“You want more, baby?” He pulled nearly all the way out, until only the tip of his cock was inside me.
He knew exactly how to tempt and tease. How to make me gasp and cry out. He looked down at me, grinning as he pushed in deeper, thrusting harder.
I raked my fingers down his back, then grabbed his ass and dug my nails into his flesh. He started moving again, faster and faster. I curled my legs around his hips.
He rammed his cock harder, deeper, and I panted and moaned, clinging to him, and when he lowered his head and used his tongue to mimic the moves of his cock, I whimpered with need.
I uncurled and curled my fingers into the soft flesh of his ass, and he tightened his glutes. I could’ve snapped a quarter off hisass, it was that perfect, and I was glad for it. I pushed him closer, or tried, but he was teasing me again, building my need to a new level until there was no going back.
I was spiraling out of control with no conscious thoughts except those that escaped my mouth. “Ty!” and, “Oh fuck, Ty!” and, “Ty! I’m coming!”
My legs clamped around him, and I held on while he continued pumping in and out of me until his body went rigid. He grunted and buried his face in my shoulder.
He rolled away and lay on the pillow beside me while we caught our breath.
I must’ve dozed off because when I opened my eyes, Ty was no longer in bed next to me. The running shower told me he hadn’t left, though, so I stretched and let out a loud yawn.
I pushed myself up with one arm, my head spinning slightly. I was lightheaded, no doubt from the multiple orgasms and from not having eaten lunch.
A knock at the door caused me to jump. I glanced at the clock. It was almost five p.m., and I couldn’t think of anyone I should have been expecting. In the age of cell phones, text messages, and emails, who the fuck came over unannounced?
I hurriedly tossed on my clothes and peeked out the window. Whoever had knocked was already gone, but there was a small package on the step on the front porch.
I opened the door and snatched up the manila envelope. I looked around but didn’t see anyone, not even a vehicle parked in the driveway or up the street.
“Ty? Did you have something delivered here?”
I locked the door as Ty came downstairs. He was freshly showered, moisture glistening on his muscular chest, and a small towel wrapped around his waist.
For the love of all things masculine, he should have been somewhat aware that seeing him mostly naked, and knowingthat if I grabbed the towel and tugged, he would be wholly naked, brought out something feral in me. It took every ounce of strength and willpower I had to keep me from ravaging him again.
I held up the envelope instead. “Someone left this on the doorstep.”
He stared at the envelope and frowned. “It’s not anything I ordered. Are you sure you haven’t been tapping into that money and going on an online shopping spree?”
“An online shopping spree wouldn’t fit in an envelope.” He obviously knew nothing about designer bags and shoes. I rolled my eyes. “Besides, I didn’t order anything.”
We both stared at the envelope, and an eerie sensation came over me. My gut told me I wouldn’t like what was inside. There was no return address and no indication that it was even meant to be delivered here. Only my name was scrawled on the front.
My feelings were at least validated when Ty crossed the room and snatched the envelope from my hand. He ripped it open and pulled out a letter.
The room seemed to shrink under his anger as he clenched his jaw and his eyes narrowed at the words.
“Ty? What is it? What’s wrong?” I walked to his side and tried to catch a glimpse of the words over his shoulder.
He pulled the letter to his chest and gave me a defeated look, his eyes burning with anger. “No matter what, I’ll keep you safe. Please remember that.”
Fuck. That didn’t bode well.
I took the letter from him and scanned the scribbled handwritten words. All the blood drained from my face when I read the words:What was designed by fate can never die.
My blood ran cold. Those were the words Castro had uttered in the hospital just before he passed out. Dominic had told me how the doctors tried to save him, but he’d lost too much blood.One of his arteries had been punctured and there was nothing they could do.
But just before he succumbed to death, he’d whispered those same words.
My whole body shook as I grabbed Ty’s arm. “Did you actually see Castro’s dead body?”
