Page 33 of Summer Shivers
And I’m not on the pill.
I’m not sure what I want to say, but when I’ve tried to talk, he’s placed his finger against my lips to silence my voice.
He takes his time washing my body with a soft cloth and mild soap. Starting at my feet and working his way up my body. Taking care around the areas he knows are sore. Tyler is stoic and stone-like through it all. Showing zero emotion.
I don’t mind. This took my mind off everything in a fantastic and effective way. Now I reside in the post-orgasmic haze of vigorous lovemaking. Something that hasn’t happened since the last time I was with Tyler over four years ago.
When he finishes washing me, I turn to tend to him. Even though I know the streams of water must hurt as they penetrate the cuts and scrapes on his bruised knuckles, he doesn’t say a word. Eventually sitting on the shower bench to allow me to wash his hair. His eyes shut while my fingers run through his thick brown locks. I try to ease the obvious tension from his body, starting at the top and working my way down.
I make my way to his mid-section and further south. His hardening cock the only sign that he is alive inside. I lower to my knees and take him in my mouth, sucking first on the tip, then his entire length. When he grabs the sides of my head, I know I have him back, at least a little bit.
He takes control almost immediately. Ruthlessly fucking my face. Tears stream down my face as I gag, trying to relax my throat. I put my hands on his knees, not sure if I want to push him away or pull him closer. The decision made for me as he reaches his release with a loud groan, thick spurts shooting down my throat. I swallow as much as I can, letting the rest dribble out my mouth and wash away with the water.
I look up at him, his face a contortion of anger, regret, and something close to adoration. He pulls me to my feet, throws one of my legs over his shoulder, and feasts on me. That being the only word adequate to describe the onslaught of teeth, lips, and tongue that attach themselves to my center. It’s so intense I want him to stop and at the same time keep going forever.
I orgasm quickly. Amazing considering the number of times I’ve already come tonight. I try to push his head away, but he doesn’t stop. Growling in return. And before I realize it, I’m coming again. And again.
Only then does he slow his onslaught, lapping gently at my folds, kissing my clit, and nuzzling my inner thighs. My body starts to come down, and I wilt against the cool shower wall. He washes me again, covering my body in small kisses between words of reverence and adoration. He turns off the shower and silently wraps me in a towel, before grabbing one for himself and briskly rubbing his body dry.
He leads me to the bed and pushes me to sit on it. Taking a second towel to dry my hair, then using the one around me to finish drying my body.
“Ty—” I start to speak, but he holds a finger against my lips to silence me once again.
He pushes me back so I’m lying toward the middle of the bed. He blankets my body with his and enters me with a single thrust. My breath leaves me with a whoosh, still sore from earlier. I prepare myself for the roughness that is soon to follow. Only this time is different.
Where I thought he would be rough and fast, he takes his time with almost lazy thrusts. Kissing me gently in all the places he bit and bruised prior. His dick moving in and out of me with a fluid and languid motion. Paired with soft touches and lingering kisses, building the pleasure to a point where I am frantic for my release.
“Ty,” I moan. “Please.”
He nuzzles my neck with his chin, kissing me just below my ear. A spot that makes me dizzy with desire.
When he reaches between us and pinches my clit lightly, I fall into the abyss of senseless bliss. Everything falls away except for the connection we share and the utter satisfaction it brings. He groans into his own release with one last push, so deep I feel like he’ll break through me.
I don’t move. I can’t. Not until he rolls us over, so I’m lying on top of him. His arms tight around me, face buried in my neck. I loll against him and lay my cheek against the top of his head, trying to catch my breath. Wondering what this means—if anything.
He pulls the covers over us and settles in. It’s only after I hear the first light snore, I realize he’s asleep. It doesn’t take me long to do the same.
seventeen
TYLER
I getup before Genevieve and head to the kitchen to make coffee, wearing nothing but my sweat bottoms. That was my first mistake.
I open the patio and step out onto it, breathing in the crisp morning air while I wait for the coffee to brew. That was my second.
Genevieve appears at the patio door wearing nothing but my T-shirt. Her hair and face have that thoroughly fucked look that makes me feel proud despite myself.
“Uh, Ty?” she calls.
I smile in return, feeling better than I have in a long fucking time. Ready to grab her and go for round five. Or would it be six?
She jerks her thumb over her shoulder.
That’s when I see the police standing behind her.
“You may want to put some pants on, ma’am,” one officer says.
“Genevieve Daniels, you’re under arrest for the murder of Harrison Daniels. You have the right to remain silent. Do you understand this right? Anything you say can and will . . .”
