Page 110 of Made for Mayhem

She shattered—back bowing off the bed, pussy clamping down so hard I saw stars. I fucked her through it, drawing it out until she gasped my name, her body trembling beneath me. Only then did I let go, burying my face in her neck, thrusting deep as I came with a guttural groan, spilling inside her in hot, endless pulses.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard, hearts hammering against each other. I didn’t want to move—didn’t want to lose the feel of her around me, under me, mine.

Eventually, I rolled to the side, pulling her with me so she draped across my chest. Her hair tickled my jaw, and I smoothed it back, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Are you okay?” I murmured, voice rough.

She laughed, soft and sleepy. “I’m… wow. Yeah. More than okay. Might have some beard burn in awkward places later, but that’s what you get from a mustache ride, I guess.”

I grinned into the dark, tracing lazy circles on her back. “You only have yourself to blame for this facial hair, sweetheart.”

Her head lifted, eyes wide and playful. “No regrets.”

“Whipped from day one,” I confessed, running a hand through the thick mustache.

She buried her face in my neck, body shaking with a soft chuckle, melting into me as if she’d always belonged there.

“Hearing you say you want me bare…” I groaned, replaying her voice in my head. “You have no idea what that does to me.”

Her eyes opened, looking up at me as that smile turned wicked. “Oh, yeah?”

I rolled us until she was partially under me again, staring right now into those pretty blue eyes. “It makes me think about someday.”

Her eyes softened, glassy with emotion. “Ty…”

“I know,” I said, resting my forehead against hers and hoping I wasn’t blowing this, but desperate for her to know how serious I was. “It’s too soon.”

She pulled me down, kissing me as if she was sealing the promise. “I get it,” she whispered. “I like the idea of someday.”

I held her close, the weight of it settling in my chest.

Someday.

I could wait for someday if every night ended like this—with her in my arms, bare and mine, dreaming of the life we’d build together.

The room went quiet, just the hum of the night outside and the steady beat of her heart against mine. I traced lazy patterns on her back, feeling her tense beneath my touch.

“Talk to me,” I murmured into her hair. “Did I make you nervous?”

She was quiet for a long second. “I’m scared.”

My arms tightened. “Of what?”

“This. How much I want it all. Junie called you Dad today. That child does nothing without thinking about it first, so I know she meant it. I can see you both mean it. So now I keep thinking, what if I mess this up? What if I let myself need you, and then⁠—”

“Stop.” I pulled back enough to make her look at me. “You’re not going to mess this up. We’re not. This isn’t some fling, Daisy. Not for me.”

Her eyes searched mine, a little glassy. “It isn’t for me either. But I come with big, heavy baggage. A niece I’m raising. Grief. A whole life I didn’t plan⁠—”

“I want the baggage,” I said, voice rough. “I want the kid. I want the mornings when Junie demands pancakes on her purple plate and critiques them like she’s Gordon Ramsay. I want the nights when you fall asleep on my chest, naked and spent. An obnoxious little pig running around, a rooster that bullies everyone, and a weird llama you can’t make eye contact with. I want all of it.”

A tear slipped down her cheek, and I wiped it away with my thumb.

“I’ve been alone a long time,” I said. “Not lonely, just waiting. But you, Daisy… you were plucked straight from my dreams and brought to life. You’re bright, and fun, and loving, and so fucking gorgeous it’s hard for me to look away. And have you seen these tits?” I grabbed a handful, then dropped my mouth to kiss along them, dragging it out until she let out a small laugh, her hips already moving again. “Delicious.”

She pushed my shoulder until I lay back down beside her, but her face tipped my way. The smile melted off her face in slow motion, turning emotional once more, and I let it.

“She never told me,” Daisy whispered, ducking her chin to stare at the sheet twisted between us. “I didn’t even know she was sick.”