Page 105 of Cross My Heart

“Did you not miss me?” I ask him as he pulls out of the parking space, and he looks at me briefly before facing forward once more.

But I’m just met with silence.

“Tyler,” I plead. “Did you not wait for me?”

“Of course I waited for you.” Ty’s voice cracks. “And it hurt every second of every day.”

I nod, looking at him. His lips are pressed into a hard line, his brows furrowed. I don’t understand what’s going on, but I want him to be happy to see me. Not whatever this is. “Then why won’t you look at me? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t look at you, Noah,” he whispers. “It hurts too bad. I don’t want to ask what’s on your mind—that’s why I can’t face you right now.”

“Just ask,” I beg him, “Please.”

Another moment of silence, then he says, “Are you better? Truly better?” This time he looks at me again, briefly, but long enough to make eye contact. “Or are you going to take yourself away from me again?”

I freeze. “Ty?—”

“No, I need to know,” he snaps. “So I can prepare my heart for it all. I need to prepare myself for the heartbreak, Noah. Because—because I don’t know how to live without you. I don’t even know if I’m capable of it. So please, just give me a heads-up. Tell me now so I don’t have to wonder for the rest of my life if that day is the day I lose the love of my life. I don’t want to go to work and return to my dead boyfriend.”

Valid.

He’s angry, and it’s valid.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Tyler,” I whisper. “I wish I could take it all back. I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry for putting you through that. I promise I’ll get help if I ever feel like that again. I swear I’ll tell you.”

Tyler nods, his hands tightening around the steering wheel. “Don’t leave me again,” he sighs. “Not like that. Never like that.”

“I won’t,” I reassure him.

Reaching over, I grip his thigh and squeeze. His hands tighten around the steering wheel once more, but he doesn’t look at me. I don’t want to talk though. I want to?—

“Are you ready to get this over with?” Tyler asks.

I swallow hard. This is the last thing I want to talk about right now. I want to take my mind off it for as long as possible. So I lie to appease him and possibly change the subject. “Yeah.” I nod. Fake it ‘til you make it, right? “I am.”

“I don’t believe you.”

I sigh, “Tyler.” He looks over at me. “I don’t want to talk.”

His face mirrors his confusion. “Then what do you want to do?”

My hand trails higher, and I rub the heel of my palm against his cock. This is what I want. To forget—tofeel. I don’t want to think about anything else right now. I want to rekindle my connection with him. I want us to beusagain.

“Noah,” Tyler groans. “I can’t—I’ll fucking crash.”

I chuckle. “Then pull over.”

“Right here?” He sounds horrified. “In broad daylight?”

“Yeah, love.” I grin, and he looks like he’s going to pass out. “I’ll give you some head, and it’ll chill me the fuck out.”

Tyler looks behind us in his rearview mirror, then pulls over onto the shoulder, almost on the grass so his truck doesn’t get clipped by oncoming traffic. I rub my hand over his cock again, and now it’s hard. My mouth waters in anticipation, and he gulps.

Surprising me, Tyler undoes the button of his jeans before I ask him to, then shoves them down his thighs. His cock springs free, thick and long, with a fat vein running down his shaft. I look up at him, my eyes wide, and he smirks.

“Well? Are you gonna suck it or are you just gonna stare at it?” He chuckles. “Hurry up before we get caught.”

That’s all I need to spring into action, and I grab his cock, fisting it, and lean over the center console. My tongue seeks his slit, and the pre-cum explodes on my taste buds and makes my eyes roll back in my head. There’s nothing quite like having a cock shoved down your throat, and I moan when Tyler does it to me. I swallow around the head and gag, and he groans. But I don’t let him control the pace this time, instead, I bob my head up and down and twirl my tongue around the head as I come up. Going down, I swallow him. Going up, I hollow my cheeks.

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