Page 31 of Summer Shivers
“I want to have a look at the paperwork if that’s okay.”
“Of course. Whatever you need.” My heart is in my throat and my palms are sweaty.
“Come on.” Martin stands up. “I’ll give you a ride home.”
fifteen
TYLER
It’simpossible to describe the anger I feel over Genevieve not telling me that she was pregnant. I had a right to know, and she took it upon herself to hold it back. But she told him. Harrison. The man I can’t even hate now because he’s dead but who I’ve spent the last four years envying thanks to the woman in his life.
I spend a few hours driving aimlessly, taking my anger out on long stretches of road and corners that are too tight for the speeds I take them at. It’s reckless and stupid. I’m usually an advocate for bike safety. But tonight, I can’t keep it contained.
It’s not just that she was pregnant. It’s the whole fucking thing. My brother dying, the breakup, the mission, my knee, rehab, time spent apart, Harrison’s murder, and still not knowing if Genevieve killed him. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t believe she did. I don’t think she has it in her. But she’s changed and this new Genevieve isn’t the one I know well.
Means there’s always a chance I’m wrong.
And then the biggest bombshell of them all.
She thought about me when she fucked him.
And he knew it.
It’s all I’ve thought about the last half of my ride. Makes me want to fuck her. Get it out of my system. What do I do with that?
I pull into her drive and cut the engine. I guess I’m about to find out.
* * *
I knock on the front door, not wanting to just let myself in even though I still have they key from yesterday. She opens the door, relief blankets her face. “Ty, I—”
I don’t let her finish. Instead, I do the dumbest thing humanly possible.
My hands grip either side of her face and before I think too long on how wise this might be, I have her backed against the wall. My mouth is on hers, my tongue pushing its way inside, a growl releasing from somewhere deep in my chest. She whimpers and wraps her arms around my neck, hanging on as I pin her to the wall with my hips. My cock already hard as steel. I don’t think about the repercussions. I don’t think about the future. I don’t think about anything other than her, thinking about me, when she fucked him.
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask against her lips. Knowing this is a mistake on so many levels. And not fucking caring. I move my mouth to her neck and bite, hard.
She cries out. “Yes! Oh, god, yes.”
I grab her legs and wrap them around my waist, opening her up to me. Her skirt gives zero resistance. I can feel the heat of her pussy even through my jeans. She gyrates against me wantonly. Pulling at my hair, my jacket, my shirt, anything she can find purchase with to pull me closer. My hands grab at her ass and my mouth makes its way to her tits. She’s not wearing a bra. My mind spins, I can’t think. All I can do is act. Ravenous for her skin, I rip her tank in two straight down the middle, giving me access to her luscious breasts.
She moans my name as I take one in my mouth, her nipple hardening under the assault of my tongue.
I can’t get enough.
I push them together, taking both taut ends in my mouth at once, biting, sucking, slurping. Animalistic sounds emitting from my body that I barely recognize. The need to possess her so great, I can focus on nothing else.
“Missed these,” I grumble.
“Please,” she begs.
She pushes her hands between us to unbutton my jeans as I yank up the hem of her skirt.
My actions are frantic and jerky, like a teenage boy during his first time. It’s all I can do not to come when she gets my cock in her hand.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan.
I’m going to lose it. It’s been too long since I’ve had her.
