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We shared everything. All those secrets you would usually write in a diary, I told him. But I kept one of the biggest things from him—my feelings. I knew if I told him, he would appease me because he never wanted to see me sad. I didn’t want that. Instead, I dreamt of the moment when he would be the one to confess first. Granted, I thought it was a teenage fantasy. A silly thought I put out of my mind. It was only in the dead of night, lying in my bed, when I pondered what it would feel like to have him be my first kiss or my first everything.
And, for the most part, he was.
Now all I’m hoping is that he’ll be my last.
There isn’t another man for me. Tye is it. He’s always been it. Even though all these years have passed, I don’t feel nervous.
He leaves me for a short moment, and I wander around the lounge. It’s comfortable, with manly colours of brown and grey. What I do notice, though, is that there aren’t any soft touches, like cushions or throws. There isn’t a woman in his life. I can’t stop the smile that pulls at my lips.
He didn’t move on. The same as me. That fills me with warmth. He is mine, and I was always meant to be his. Time was stolen from us, and we have a lot of making up to do.
“Come here,” he says with a smile, and I turn to find him right behind me.
Gently, he scoops me up into his strong arms, and I’ve never felt so safe before. He walks us down a hall that leads to his bedroom. Just like the lounge, it’s stark. There aren’t any photos or any personal touches.
“Do you live here? Or just sleep here?” I ask when he sets me down on my feet.
He looks around, taking in the space as I am. “I’ve never felt like anywhere was home. Even though the club is basically like family to me, this place has never felt warm.”
“Why?” I’m curious. My gaze is focused on his expression. There’s a flicker of something there, and when he looks at me, my heart stutters.
“Because I never thought of any one place as home. It was always ye.” He steps towards me. “Ye, my sweet girl, have been my home since I first met ye. I just didn’t have the balls to tell ye before. And this room was just a place to sleep. I’ve felt lost for a long time, Einin.”
My breath catches in my throat at his sweet words. My pulse is erratic at his confession. I wasn’t expecting it. But I find I’m smiling.
“I’ve had rough days, Tye,” I tell him earnestly. “I didn’t think I’d make it. Most of the time, I wondered if I’d live through the day or night.”
“Ye’re safe now.” He cups my cheek, a gentle touch that warms me as he skims his thumb over my lips. “And I’m never lettin’ ye out of my sight.”
And then he leans in and kisses me. His mouth seals over mine, and we become one person, one entity, moving together. Our bodies are moulded to each other.
We fit.
We always have.
The moment the back of my knees hit the mattress, I’m lowered gently onto the bed. It’s the first time we’ve gotten this far. The long ago kiss doesn’t even come close to the butterflies currently alive in my belly.
“Ye don’t even know just how long I’ve waited and prayed for this,” Tye admits with his gaze locked on mine.
“Really? You prayed?” I tease, which only makes him chuckle as he shakes his head at me. With tentative fingers, he tugs at my top, which slowly slides up my torso and over my head. I can no longer hide the scars from the past. They’re all over my flesh, in light raised bumps.
“Tye,” I murmur softly when I see the violence on his face. He wants to hurt those who hurt me. It’s how he’s always been. I don’t blame him. I can’t be angry, because they will deserve all that’s coming to them. “Look at me.”
He doesn’t meet my stare. Instead, he does something that cracks open my heart and expertly puts it back together again. His lips feather over the raised bumps. The contact making me wince, even though it’s a phantom pain, not a physical one.
“You’re beautiful,” Tye moans as he continues down my body.
When he reaches the waistband of my jeans, he tugs and they come away along with my underwear. I’m in my bra and a pair of socks. But the moment Tye stands, he lifts one of my legs, taking my ankle in his hand, and he pulls the sock off before placing a kiss on the sole of my foot.
He does the same with the other. And then, he drifts his perfectly full lips up my calves to my inner thighs, which sends desire racing up my body. But he doesn’t touch me where I want it most. He evades the apex of my thighs and teases his way up to my bra, which he unhooks with ease, and when the material falls away, his eyes turn black with desire.
“Mine.” The word is a whisper, but I hear it. “Mine.” Each time he repeats it, he kisses me, he sucks my nipples into his mouth, causing an eruption of goosebumps. “Mine.” He once again moves down my body, chanting that one word.
Tye has always owned me. He stole my heart from the day we met, and he held it in his hands, safely, for years. I’m lost in the pleasure of his warm breath, his gentle kisses, and his grazing teeth when suddenly, he pushes my thighs apart and he laps at my core, causing my hips to buck in response.
“Tye!” His name is a mewl of need from me, and he does it again. Tasting me. Licking and devouring me. And I can’t stop the wetness from coating his tongue.
I’ve never had anyone do that to me. My body is coiled so tight, I’m sure when I do lose control, I’m going to snap and break. That’s what he wants, to break every barrier I have and burrow himself into the shattered pieces. I want that too.
