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“We can get a place together. I’ll go to school you can play piano in the clubs.” I wrapped my hand around his dick and he hissed, his eyes fluttering shut. “You’re so good, Tyler,” I told him. “You just need a place bigger than Bonne Terre to get your start. Think about it, you could stop playing cards and just focus on your music.”
“You’re going to manage my music career too?” he asked with that gorgeous half-grin.
“No,” I said with a laugh. “I’m going to be busy with school and you can manage yourself just fine. But…you think it’s possible?”
“Possible? Baby? You and New Orleans? I mean…” he shook his head. “It’s perfect.”
“Tell me,” I said, wanting to hear him dream a little, because he so rarely did. Growing up the way he had.
“We’ll get one of those apartments above a bakery so it will smell good all the time.”
“Lots of windows.”
“You can pretend to grow plants.”
I laughed because my green thumb was extraordinarily black.
“I’ll bring you breakfast in bed,” he said. “And make your coffee.”
“I’ll order you dinner.” Because I wasn’t much of a cook, either. “I’ll put ice on your hands after your gigs.”
“We can get a dog.”
“A cat.”
“Both.”
I laughed and kissed him. “What do you think?”
“I think I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I whispered. But then he put his hand over mine, so I stopped stroking his dick. “But law school,” he said.
“I’ll worry about law school.”
“See,” he shook his head. “That makes me nervous. You’ve been dreaming about Law School since you were in Kindergarten.”
“Yeah, and some dreams don’t make it to adulthood. It’s natural.”
“I just don’t want you to give up law school for me.”
“I’m not giving up anything.”
“And what about your dad? He won’t like it.”
“You’re bringing me down here, Tyler. I’m a grown woman.” I said. “I make my own decisions. My own choices. And I choose you.”
“Yeah you do,” he breathed. I didn’t have to ask about his family, thrown as they were across the country. Mom and Dad missing. Brother off at school. His sister and grandmother were in Bonne Terre and they were happy just to see him happy.
He let go of my hand, reaching for me and pulling me up over his body as he rolled onto his back. I sat up, shaking out my hair, bracing my hands on his chest. He grabbed my hips, rocking me forward so I could feel the hard length of his cock against my pussy. Another rock forward and his dick hit my clit, making me gasp.
Again. And again. He wasn’t inside me, just pushed up tight against me. Delicious hot pressure and I could come this way and he knew that. Just like I knew that he liked watching me come. Chemistry, right? I mean, we had it so good between us. So hot and sweet at the same time.
“Just like that, Jules,” he said. I reached up and cupped my breasts, pulling the nipples until the pleasure just turned towards pain. “Look at you,” he breathed, rocking me forward, harder. “How did I get so fucking lucky.”
“Both of us,” I gasped.
He rolled over, trapping me beneath him. In one hard high thrust he was inside me, so deep I could feel him in the back of my throat. So deep my eyes rolled back in my head. “This is what I’ll give you, Jules,” he whispered against my lips. “Every night, every day, we’re together.”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“I’ll fuck you so good.”
I was undone beneath him.
I held on as tight as I could and fell to pieces in his arms. And then held him, so in love it felt like a hunger, as he fell to pieces in my arms. And it was cheesy and romantic and I was not a cheesy or romantic person but I couldn’t pretend that it didn’t feel like home.
Like Tyler was the only home I needed.
“You don’t want to stay?” he asked, walking me to the shadowed front door of The Manor. He was in a pair of boxers and I was back in my dress from earlier in the night. Beneath the cotton I was sticky from sweat and come and Tyler. I needed a shower and a meal, ten hours of sleep. And then more Tyler. Always more Tyler.
“Of course, I want to stay,” I said. “But Dad’s already in a tizzy when I’m gone so late. If I didn’t come home he’d have the entire police force looking for me.”
“I don’t want him finding you here. I don’t need the chief of police to hate me anymore than he does.”
“Hate is a strong word,” I said.
“And totally accurate.” His grin cut through the shadows and I stepped forward to kiss him. Wishing he was wrong.
“He’s just… protective,” I said.
“If I had something as precious as you, I’d be protective too,” he said. “Hey,” he grabbed my hand. “Did you mean it. The Tulane thing?”
