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“Addelsbach, Prib, and Phia will be here in the morning. I’m sure others will join them. They want to see Lyndell for themselves.”

“He’s a popular guy.” A ghost of a smile crosses Ty’s face before it smooths out once more.

“Your parents will be here soon. They wanted to see Lyn, but since he’s fallen asleep, they’ll impatiently wait until morning.” I nod, continuing to run my hand over Lyn’s head. He whimpers in his sleep, so I rub my thumb between his eyebrows and around his eyes to his cheeks and he quiets down.

When I glance up, Ty’s expression has changed. “Ty? He’s safe. He’s alright.”

“Because of you,” he whispers hoarsely. “You saved him.”

“What? No, I didn’t.”

“You did. You stepped in and gave him a chance to run away.”

“I didn’t act fast enough,” I admit, the words like pus from a lanced boil, putrid and disgusting as I purge them. He was assaulted because I didn’t move fast enough.

“You hit them with cushioned stadium chairs. You jumped on that fucker’s back and swung like an MMA fighter. Broke his fucking orbital bone and nose.” Oh. Well. That’s good, I guess. A little smug satisfaction sits low in my gut. Beneath the guilt. Epic amounts of guilt.

“I don’t know what to say.” I’ll never think I did enough, and Ty will always think I did.

“I do.” He slides to his knees in front of me. His large, warm, calloused hands take my left, completely engulfing it. “I love you.” Tears prickle behind my eyes, my lips stretching into asmile. I love hearing him say that. I love love. I love our love. “I can’t begin to explain how fucking much I love you. You can’t leave me. Ever. You are mine.” He scoots infinitesimally closer. His eyes pleading, tone desperate. “I am yours. And we both belong to Lyndell. That’s final.” A giggle bursts free and another and another until I’m laughing and crying and so damn giddy.

“Ok.” I use his grip on my hand to pull him closer so I can kiss him. Our lips graze. “I love you, too.” I press my lips to his and we hold them there for long seconds, just enjoying being together like this. I hate to do this right now, but we have to consider everything. “Ty, we need to talk to Lilly. And Beiler. And you and Lyndell need to decide if you want to press charges against the guy, Matt, who grabbed Lyndell.” He sighs, sitting back on his heels, a scowl marring his handsome face. “The accident was years ago, people are still harassing you and Lyndell. There has to be something we can do to stop it. You’ve moved on, everyone else should too.”

“I don’t want to draw attention to it.”

I sit upright, dislodging his hands so I can wave mine about while I talk. I’m fucking pissed about what happened. “Yeah, I get that, but others are bringing attention to it. Ty, I was fighting, trying to protect Lyn and I, and nobody stepped in to help. They called for help, but no one physically intervened. Even the man who rents the stadium chairs just watched. Then he tried to get the police to arrest me for destruction of property!”

“Asshole.”

“Yes. He is. And so was everyone else who stood by and watched 6 people attack us. He put his hands on Lyndell—”

“He put his hands on both of you.” Ty interrupts me, his rage boiling just beneath the surface. Good, so’s mine.

“You don’t want to draw attention to it, I get that. But you aren’t doing this for you. Or me. You need to do this for Lyndell. He is the sweetest, most incredible human being I’ve ever met, and I will not sit back and allow people to so blatantly disrespect him for simply existing. Phia’s right, the mentality surrounding football is toxic. Something that can open doors for so many and do so much good is tainted by fucking assholes. Something has to be said. Something has to be done.”

He stares at me, but I hold my ground. I stare right the fuck back. He taps Lyndell on the shoulder. “Hey, buddy, let’s get you into bed. Come on.” Lyn groans but starts rolling off the couch to stand up.

“Ty…”

“Yeah, Lyn?”

“I don’t have any ear plugs. No popsicles tonight, ok?” That little scamp! I follow them into the other bedroom and help Lyn get into bed. Ty tucks him in, I kiss his forehead. He reaches for my hand when I turn to leave. “Love you, sissy.” Emotion slams into me so hard and fast it steals my breath.

“Love you more, bubba.” He’s out before we close the door to his room.

Ty follows me to the living room area, where I turn everything off and make sure the latch is on the hotel door. I feel his stare like prey to a predator. I’m caught in his crosshairs and there is no escape. I don’t know what I said or did, but I’m gonna have to figure it out so I can do it again. I like this side of Ty. Feral. Raw. Animalistic. It’s fucking HAWT.

I add a little extra sway to my hips as I walk into our bedroom for the night. His appreciative groan pebbles my nipples and settles into a pleasant pulse between my legs. The door shuts behind him and before I can swing around to face him, I’m pushedover the side of the bed. I laugh into the plush bedding. He rips my pants and underwear down, then lifts my legs onto the bed. I shift to get comfortable, my shoulders down, ass up hanging over the edge of the bed.

“Jesus,” he mutters before I feel his teeth dig into the fleshy cheeks of my ass. Big hands palm them as he spreads them apart. I’ve never had anal sex, but he’s touched my rear entrance several times during sex, and I like it. A lot. I’m not opposed to trying it sometime, but now isn’t the time. And I’m grateful he agrees. His fingers slide through the lips of my pussy, coating themselves in my juices. They circle my asshole, while his other hand finds my clit and strokes it lazily. I shimmy out of my shirt and don’t even waste time unhooking my bra, I just pull it off over my head and toss it with the shirt somewhere off to the side. Blessedly naked and at his mercy, I release a hum of satisfaction and wait for him to rock my world.

The orgasm builds slowly, and just as I’m about to feel it crash into me, he pulls completely back and leaves me hanging. I growl into the mattress, his chuckles only fueling my frustration.

“On my cock, baby. Only on my cock.” I open my mouth to snap at him, but he punches his hips and impales me with his hard, unforgiving length, stealing the breath from my lungs. Two thrusts and I’m cumming so hard my vision darkens at the edges, and my body convulses uncontrollably. I feel his teeth sink into my shoulder, his broad chiseled chest flush to my back. “Gotta be quiet, Edee, or I won’t give you another one.” I whine but bite my bottom lip to keep it inside. His hands worship my body, teasing, pinching, tickling everywhere he can reach as he drives his cock into me over and over. One hand between my thighs, his fingers rubbing my clit, the other massaging my tit, my nipple caught between two fingers, he whispers into my ear, “I can’t get enough of you. Every time I think I’ve got a handle onhow much I feel for you, you do something else that makes me love you more. I’m obsessed with you. Your smile. Your laugh. Your deep gushing pussy. Your fucking heart. Thank you—” His breath hitches and he stutters over his words. My eyes fill with tears, understanding to a cellular level just how he feels. “Thank you for loving me.”

“Ty…” Now isn’t the time for words, only pleasure, only a soul-deep connection that can never be severed. I’m gonna yell at my mom for not warning me about love. She gave me so many details regarding sex but never how love rips you apart and puts you back together better and stronger than before. How it consumes you absolutely until you are no longer one person but two halves of a whole. Never complete without the other. She’s a big meanie.

“I’ve got you. And I’m never letting go,” he promises darkly, his words burrow into my soul. I feel bereft when he stands back up, my back cold without his touch. But my pussy…it’s so full of him. He bands an arm around my middle, his hand on my chest, and pulls me upright. His hands cup my tits, using them as leverage to fuck into me. Obscenely wet, he slides so easily, but I clench to hold him where I want him. His chuckle skates across my skin. I grind down, swiveling my hips, my hands over his on my tits, kneading the tender flesh with him as he pushes me toward the precipice once more. “I’m gonna flood this sweet, little pussy, then I’m gonna fall asleep inside you, your cunt keeping my cock warm all night.” I make a strangled sound, then whimper as my climax washes over me. It’s divine. He grunts, moans, and exhales long and loudly as he finishes inside me. He does indeed flood me until it’s dripping down to the bed below.

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