Page 125 of Fall Over You

“What were you doing that night I heard you fucking yourself?”

My chest rests on the bed, just my ass up and my head resting on my forearms. I bite my lower lip while I look back at him and gesture to my vibrating wand. “I used that one.”

“Mmm.” He examines it appreciatively before putting it in my hand. “Show me.”

“Tyler, I don’t know if I can⁠—”

His hand strokes my back, his gentle touch contradicting the madness he’s requesting. “Will you try for me?”

“I guess when you ask nicely,” I say, and he laughs.

“Such lip for someone who’s gotten off three times.”

“Well? If I don’t watch out, you’ll be trying to shove something in my belly button.”

He laughs, but cracks a spank across my ass that makes me hop to it. I turn the vibrator on and move it over my clit.

“Mouth on the cock, brat.”

I put my mouth around the dildo, eyes fluttering shut when Tyler drives back into me. I’m completely full: my ass, my pussy, my mouth, and my clit is about to erupt. My inner thighs are so weak I don’t know if I can hold myself up. Tyler’s hands slot into the creases of my hips, giving me the support I need as he rails into me.

I can’t do it anymore. There’s the pressure of the plug and the intensity of his movement and the vibrator still going and it’s all too much. I spit out the dildo and rock back into Tyler, rising on my knees and throwing the vibrator aside. He comes with me, wrapping his arms around me as he rolls against my ass. One hand cups my breast and the other arm crosses my body and clutches my hip. His breath is warm against the shell of my ear and he kisses down my neck.

“I love you, Rebecca,” he breathes into my skin. “I love you so damn much.”

I throw my head back against his shoulder, hands grasping his forearms. “I love you.”

Tyler pulses inside me and I can’t stop my smile. We collapse onto the bed together and without a word, I curl into his chest.

Just like I did on the night of the raccoons.

Because this person is my safety, my fire, the greatest thing I didn’t know would ever be back in my life.

And I’m so glad he is.

FORTY-SEVEN

TYLER

“Tyler Davis.”

I’m walking down Main Street to the general store to grab a few staples before I head home for the night. I’ve been buried in my phone, responding to a cheeky text from Becca. I look up with a dazed smile, only to have it wiped right off my face.

Carver Denton, the Denton who Becca claimed is “harmless.” I assume she said that because he wasn’t among his brothers when they were trying to jump her all those years ago.

I don’t care what she says. I can’t trust any of them. I’d be willing to put money on the lumberyard still being a front for their drug operation. I know for a fact that Carver was dealing to CJ in the days before she left.

I want to punch his friendly smile into oblivion.

“Tell your wife to call me.”

My muscles tense, ready to spring into action. “Why would she need to talk to you?”

His face falls and he looks stricken. Did he expect a positive response out of me? “About her order. I know she needs it soon, but we hit a snag. Our connection fell through, plus we’ve got a raccoon infestation at the yard that’s messing everything else up. Some idiots showed up in ski masks and dropped off cages full of ‘em.”

I’d laugh about the fact that I was one of the idiots in a ski mask, but I’m too busy feeling sick about whatever order she placed. Why is she dealing with them at all? What kind of connection?

“My wife has no reason to talk to you.”