Page 67 of Grumpy Ex's Secret Baby

“I don’t know where I’d be without you right now, Ty.”

I leaned over Trinity to kiss Haley quickly. “You’d be just fine without me. You’re a fighter, Hales, and you always have been.”

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HALEY

“Morning,”Isaidsoftly,getting out of the bed on the floor, careful not to disturb Trinity as I moved. She was still softly snoring as Tyson got up, too.

“Morning,” he said, following me into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around my waist.

I stood on my toes, kissing him softly before looping my arms around his neck and leaning into his chest. I inhaled the spicy scent of his cologne and closed my eyes.

Sleeping through the night was still a luxury I didn’t have.

Each time I woke up, it had been from a nightmare of Joseph sneaking through my home. The fourth time I had woken up, I went online and made an appointment with a therapist in town. I was going to need some serious help to work through everything that had happened within the last few months.

“How are you feeling today?” Tyson asked as he kissed my neck. “Feeling like a hot shower might be a good idea?”

I laughed and tilted my head back, giving him better access. His fingers skated beneath my shirt, sending shivers down my spine and heat straight to my core.

“I’m feeling better than I was last night. I made an appointment to see someone and start talking about this shit.”

“I’m proud of you,” he said, his voice husky as he nibbled on the top of my breast before tracing a path back up to my neck with his tongue.

My eyes closed as I leaned back, and he continued his path from breasts to neck and back again. His fingers were still teasing the soft planes of my stomach.

“How about that hot shower?” I asked, playing with the soft hair that brushed against the nape of his neck.

No sooner were the words out of my mouth than I was tossed over Tyson’s shoulder, and he was heading for the washroom. He set me down on the counter and kicked the door shut before starting the shower. I tugged my shirt over my head and tossed it to the side, playing with my nipples as he watched me.

Tyson kneeled between my legs, pulling my pajama bottoms off and tossing them to the side. He pulled me to the edge of the counter, draping my legs over his shoulders, before kissing his way along my inner thighs.

His breath skated across my clit as he moved to my other thigh. I moaned, my head falling back as he licked his way up my wet slit before flattening his tongue against my clit. Tyson sucked and licked me into a frenzy, his fingers sliding inside me.

My hips bucked against his hand as he stood up and took one of my nipples into his mouth. He bit and sucked, licking away the sting of his teeth as his fingers moved faster, bringing me closer to my release.

My inner walls clenched around his fingers as he switched nipples. His fingers thrusted deeper inside me, his thumb rubbing my clit as I came on his hand. Tyson grinned as he pulled out, licking his fingers clean. I moaned at the sight, wanting him inside me.

Tyson stripped out of his clothing before helping me down from the counter. We stepped into the shower together, his hardened cock pressing against my lower stomach as he wrapped me in an embrace.

Our tongues tangled together as our hands roamed each other’s bodies. I wrapped my hand around his silky cock, stroking him in lazy long strokes while his hips rocked against my hand.

“Yes, baby,” he said, his voice husky as he massaged my breasts. “Just like that.”

I kept stroking him, moaning as he worked his way back down my body to my clit. His fingers moved quickly, bringing on another hard and fast orgasm.

When I stopped shaking from the orgasm, I sank to my knees, the hot water washing over me as I took his cock into my mouth. Tyson moaned, leaning back against the wall as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him deeper. My fingers dug into his thighs, my nails raking over his skin and drawing more moans out of him as I sucked.

“Fuck Hales.”

I grinned and got to my feet, licking my lips before kissing him again. His hands roamed over my body before he pulled back and looked at me with fire in his eyes.

“Turn around.”

I turned around and bent over slightly, my breasts pressing against the cold tile. Tyson smacked my ass hard before rubbing away the sting. I moaned and pushed back against his body when he smacked it again.

Tyson slipped inside me, his cock filling and stretching as I writhed against him. His grip on my hips was hard as he slammed inside me, rough and fast. I moaned, bracing myself against the wall as he reached around and began toying with my clit in time with his thrusts.

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