Page 110 of Until the Day You're Mine

Ty glances at the vanity sink they are both still leaning over. He has made a mess – there is cum and sweat everywhere. His heart is still pounding. His orgasm is a fucking masterpiece of an experience. Blissed out doesn’t even begin to cover how he feels right now.

Rian tugs at him. Ty turns to face him, immediately draping his arms over his shoulders, and dives in for a languid kiss.

“I love you so much,” Rian murmurs in between kisses. Ty melts into his arms.

Ty is so dazed and happy, that he hardly registers Rian taking them back into the shower, gently spreading the soap suds over their bodies. His caress soothes Ty’s strained muscles.

The most Tayida can do is smile at Rian when he kisses him every so often and nuzzles his face in the crook of his neck. He absentmindedly notes to himself again, how much he loves the fact that they are the same height. That they really do fit perfectly together.

Rian has taken over, caring for him. Ty knows this man is his safe haven, and he is finally free to let go. Ri guides them to their bedroom. They hit the bed still tangled in each other’s arms. Tayida drifts off to sleep, spooned by Rian, feeling his lover kissing his neck gently and murmuring sweet words of praise for a long time.

* * *

Tayida wakesup in the afternoon, alone in their bed. He frantically seizes the sheets on Rian’s side and when they feel cold to the touch his stomach plummets. There is no time to panic as he jumps right out of bed, startled at how quiet the whole house seems to be. He grabs a pair of shorts off the floor, stumbling and pulling them up as he runs out of the bedroom. Rian is nowhere to be found and Bran is not in his portable cot either. The villa is eerily quiet.

Ty stands in the little kitchen motionless, trying to calm his frantic heart and think about what his next step should be. He has a plan in place. There is a burner phone with exactly two numbers programmed on it. Sullivan’s and Harris Kelly.

He will contact Harris first and blackmail his way to getting Rian back. Fucking Kelly doesn’t know whom he’s messing with.

His next call will be to Sullivan. That fucker better do his signature eleventh hour save the day move.

As he plans the trail of bodies he is prepared to leave in his wake, on a mission to get Rian and Bran back, he hears the faintest sounds of laughter mixed with the afternoon breeze and the roar of the ocean.

Tayida pokes his head out the balcony and looks down at the beach. He can clearly see Bran standing on Rian’s thighs, as he is sitting in the sand where the waves wash away on shore. They are close enough so that the water could gently splash his son’s feet and elicit loud excited giggles from him, but not enough to be fully submerged.

Thank fucking God!

Tayida can see Rian’s grin all the way from the villa. Hissirenradiates with joy.

Ty’s whole world is drenched in sunlight at the sight of them at the beach. The two people down there are worth every bit of pain and suffering he has ever endured.

They are his family. Ty would do anything to protect them.

He races outside, needing to be closer. Both Bran and Rian smile when he lands on the sand next to them. The little boy reaches for him, and Ty takes him in his arms giving his forehead a kiss. Bran giggles, while Tayida murmurs nosing around his soft curls, “Your laughter is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Rian shimmies closer, resting his head on Ty’s shoulder. He is surrounded by love.

Even the great expanse of the ocean doesn’t give him the usual nauseating feeling of dread, he normally feels after his near-drowning experience all those years ago at his dad’s cabin. A boundless world of possibilities has opened ahead of them. Their future together is slowly taking shape, becoming real. Ty is thrilled and excited, brimming with hopeful anticipation for all the moments they would share, for the life they would build together.

“You’re dying to get it, aren’t you?” Ty teases him.

“If you had not woken up in the next five minutes, I was going to unleash Bran on you,” Rian says as he gets up and starts walking to the water. He takes his shirt off and looks over his shoulder, bathed in the afternoon sunlight like some kind of God painted in gold. “Are sure? I can stay?”

“Of course, baby, go right ahead,” Ty reassures him just a little bit choked.

This gorgeous vision, his siren, smiles at him stunning him with his beauty and runs straight into the crashing waves.

Rian parts the foamy water with powerful strokes. He is completely in his element. Free. Untamed. Strong.

* * *

Wakingup in Rian’s arms is an experience Ty will never ever get enough of. It’s been only a handful of days, but Ty is sure of it. He melts into the soft secure embrace of his lover and leans into the lazy kisses Rian traces over his neck. The sun has barely begun its rise. Their bedroom is dim but quite warm.

Their bodies shift and glide in a slow sensual rhythm. Rian hums sleepily as he kisses Ty’s hairline and tightens his hold on his midsection, slowly rutting against his body.

This easy closeness, this gentle tangle of limbs, Ty hasn’t even dreamed of it. He has never been free enough, not even inside his own imagination, to conjure up an image close enough to the reality of the shared pure passion he is drowning in right now.

Rian reaches for him and tilts his head back for a kiss. He licks into Ty’s welcoming mouth. A slow languid move that unravels him in the most welcomed of ways and elicits a loud groan of pleasure from both of them.

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