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Tyler tilts his head back and looks at the ceiling. “I couldn’t go back to the life I had, Cass. There was nothing there. I had nothing.”
“I know the feeling.” I press a hand against my chest as it constricts. “You guys kicked me to the curb, and I was left with nothing.”
“That’s not true though, is it. You had your family. They were always supportive of us. They came to every show that they could. When they missed a show, they sent flowers. IwishI had the kind of family you did, Cassie. You were going to be fine, and I knew it. If I was the one who got the boot, I had nothing to return to.”
I did have my family to turn to. They’ve been nothing but supportive of everything I’ve done. My parents are the loudest cheering section a person could wish to have.
Tyler didn’t have any of that growing up.
“I gave up the woman I loved for the career I needed, and it tears me apart every fucking day,” he says, his voice as broken as his gaze.
My heart shatters into a thousand little pieces as my breathing hitches. “Youlovedme?”
He chuckles darkly as he gestures at me. “How could I not? Look at you, Cassie. I fell in love with you the moment we met on campus, and I just kept falling with every song we wrote.”
Time comes to a screeching halt around us. My heart is pounding so loud that I’m sure he can hear it.
One moment, we’re a foot apart and the next, his mouth is on mine.
Tyler’s hands sink into my hair as his body presses against every inch of mine. I moan as he nips at my bottom lip. His tongue slides against mine as he pushes me back against the counter.
I run my hands up his torso, feeling the planes of his muscles. His cock strains against his jeans, pressing into me as the counter digs into my lower back.
Being trapped between him and the counter is a fantasy I didn’t know I had. Heat pools between my legs as I pull Tyler’s shirt over his head and toss it to the side. His lips are swollen as he looks down at me and fire burns in his gaze.
“This is a bad idea,” I say, arching back over the counter to put a little bit of distance between us. “It feels like we’re going to repeat history.”
Tyler’s chest rises and falls. He leans over me, bracing his hands on the counter on either side of my body. “It’s not going to be a repeat. Things are going to be different this time.”
It’s then that my gaze drops, and I see the tattoo on his chest. My own handwriting stares back at me in the form of lyrics I wrote long ago.
Why the hell does he have that?
I’m not going to break the moment by asking him about the tattoo on his chest or the thin sliver of another I see on his ribs. Right now, I don’t want to talk at all.
Although, there is no way that I can go through with this if I’m going to wake up with another empty bed.
“You’re still going to be there when I wake up in the morning?” My stomach lurches as I ask the question. “I can’t do this with you if you’re just going to walk out without saying so much asgoodbye. This doesn’t have to be anything serious, but I at least deserve a goodbye before you leave.”
He exhales slowly before grabbing my ass and lifting me onto the counter. “I’m not leaving this time. Not after waiting eight damn years.”
I cup his face and pull him back to me as his fingers work the button on my jeans. As he pulls my jeans down, I move slightly to help him, our lips still interlocked. I moan as the jeans fall to the floor and Tyler’s hands slide up my bare thighs.
Wetness pools between my thighs as he leans into me. I reach between us and flick open the button on his jeans, letting them fall away as he stands between my legs.
My core aches as his cock presses against it. I roll my hips, needing more friction as he cups my breasts. I pull out of the kiss long enough to slide out of the sheer bodysuit, leaving me in nothing but my black bra and thong.
Tyler’s heated gaze drags up and down my body. He swallows hard before putting reaching for the front clasp of my bra. He flicks the clasp open, his head dipping down to my breasts as the material falls away.
The bra slides off my shoulders as my nipples stiffen. Tyler takes one into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. I moan, arching my back as he slides his fingers along the thin layer of fabric separating us.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he says, his voice raspy as he slides the fabric out of his way.
His fingers slide along my wet slit before he circles my clit. My hips buck as he slides his fingers into me, his thumb pressingagainst my clit. His fingers plunge deeper into me as he kisses his way across my chest to my other nipple.
My finger run through his soft hair as his beard tickles my skin. My breathing is ragged as my pussy clenches around Tyler’s fingers. He crooks his fingers and massages my inner walls with every thrust.
Tension builds in the base of my spine as my body rocks with his. Tyler groans and kisses his way back up my chest. He sucks on the sensitive skin of my flesh as my pussy clamps down harder around him.
