Page 3 of Grumpy Ex's Secret Baby

“See something you like?” he asked as we walked outside to a massive SUV.

If my cheeks could have turned a brighter shade of red, they did. This new Tyson was more confident and controlled than the Tyson I had known growing up.

“Maybe,” I said, not wanting to show my hand too early. “Although it’s hard to tell with all the wealth oozing off you.”

Tyson opened the passenger’s door and chuckled. “Try not to hold that against me. I’m working on changing my image.”

I shrugged as I got in the SUV. “I’ll believe that when I see it. Weren’t you named the top businessman in the entertainment industry last year?”

“Try not to hold that against me either,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. I wondered if he was thinking about the same thing I was. Was he remembering the hell I went through with my mom as a child due to her fame?

“I’ll try not to,” I said. My heart hammered in my chest as my gaze dropped to his lips.

Tyson shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side, getting in and sending the engine roaring to life. We drove along the twisting road out of town until the houses became few and far between.

When we reached the lookoff, a sense of peace came over my body. Years ago, no matter what was going on in my life, I could count on a night spent sitting at the lookoff with Tyson to fix everything.

“You know,” Tyson said as he parked the SUV backward. “I never thought that I’d be seeing you again. You always said that the last thing you would ever do is come back here.”

“A lot of things changed,” I said.

We got out of the SUV and opened the hatch. Tyson had a stack of blankets already in the back of the vehicle, and the back row of seats had been lowered onto the floor. I raised an eyebrow as I turned to him.

“Were you hoping for something to happen tonight?” I asked, trying not to smile as he rolled his eyes.

“Haley, I still want you as much as I always have. I’d be crazy not to. But I didn’t know that you’d be in town. I thought I would be coming up here alone tonight to remember the good days.”

“Then why aren’t we?” I asked, nerves twisting my stomach into knots.

Tyson closed the distance between us, his fingers weaving through my hair as he pinned me to the SUV. He nipped at my bottom lip, his hands leaving my hair to trail up and down my body.

I moaned as his hands slipped beneath my shirt and traveled up my body to my breasts. His calloused skin sent delicious tingles running through my body and heat straight to my core.

“Fuck,” he murmured as he pulled back from our kiss to look at me. “Are you sure?”

“Stop talking and fuck me.”

Tyson grinned and had my shirt off in seconds. He tossed it to the side before he pulled my bra out of the way. His hot mouth sucked one of my nipples into his mouth while his fingers tweaked the other.

My fingers laced in his hair as he bit my nipple, drawing a loud moan out of me. My panties were soaked, and I was desperate to have his cock in me again. Tyson had always been the best sex of my life, and I was aching for a repeat.

Tyson’s hands trailed down to my jeans, flicking open the fly before tugging my jeans and thong down my legs. He trailed kisses down my stomach until his hot breath skated over my clit.

I moaned as his tongue flattened against my clit before he twirled it in lazy circles. Wetness coated my thighs as his fingers slipped inside me, curling as he rocked them back and forth, sending me over the edge.

My inner walls clenched around his fingers as my hands knotted in his hair, pulling him tighter against me. His tongue flicked my clit again before he sucked it and grazed his teeth over it. My hips bucked against his face as another orgasm rushed through me.

“You always did get absolutely soaked for me,” he said as he stood up and quickly stripped. “Taste yourself.”

His lips found mine again, biting and sucking on my bottom lip as he lowered us into the back of the SUV. My hands ran up and down his muscled chest, my nails digging into his skin as he pressed his cock against my entrance.

My hand wrapped around his cock as he pulled away from me to reach into one of the cupholders. He produced a condom, his eyes closing as I stroked him harder.

“I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that,” Tyson said as he took my hand from his cock and pinned it above my head. “Keep your hands to yourself for a minute.”

I grinned and reached between my legs with my free hand, circling my clit with a finger and moaning as my hips lifted. Tyson’s heated stare dropped to my hand, his tongue darting across his lips.

“Fuck yes,” he said, his voice little more than a moan as he sat back and rolled the condom on his cock while watching me.

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