Page 104 of Surviving Lies

He stepped back, maybe only an inch, but I noticed. I hiccuped, trying to hold in the sob that wanted to escape, and brought my hands up to my face to wipe the snot running down from my nose.

Ty lowered his head to be more eye level with me before talking.

“Babe, I would never expect you to be a mother. That’s not your job. Bec, baby, if that’s what’s holding you back, what you’re worried about ...” Slowly, his hands came back up to my face as he closed the distance between us. He pulled me against him, keeping my eyes locked on his. “I love you, Becca Reynolds. If you still love me, we can make this work. I want to make this work with us.”

This was crazy. Could two twenty-year-olds make it work with a baby in their lives that was his – and not mine? Going to college, taking care of an infant, studying, partying, football, jobs, friends, family. That seemed like a lot. And I wasn’t sure I had an answer as to whether we could do it or not, but I did know I didn’t want the alternative.

I lived that for the past six months and was miserable.

I looked him square in the eye and nodded.

“Yeah?” he asked with enthusiasm.

“Yeah,” I confirmed.

He tilted my face up a bit more and crashed his lips into mine. His hands trailed down my back, under my ass as he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he pushed me up against the tile wall. His mouth moved from mine and licked a trail to my ear, down my neck, and over to my shoulder. His one hand held me up while his other came around and grabbed a hold of my breast.

“Ty,” I breathed out as he caressed me. “You still have your clothes on. Take them off, please.”

“I will, but I want to take care of you first. Let me do this,” he said against the skin of my neck, lapping up the rivulets of water running down my cheek into his mouth. “I need to do this.”

His thumb began flicking the hard bud at the tip of my breast as his mouth sought mine again. Our tongues lashed against each other, so desperate to solidify ourselves asus.

His body pushed up against mine, grinding his hard length along me.

“I think we need to get those wet panties off of you, though,” he said huskily in my ear as he put me down.

Getting on his knees, he looped his fingers in the strings of my thong and guided them to the floor of the shower. As I stepped out of them, I put my hands on his shoulders to steady my shaky legs. His arms went around my waist as his mouth landed on my belly, his tongue licking circles around my belly button. The sensation caused bumps to rise all over my skin regardless of the stream of hot water hitting us both. Slowly, his mouth moved lower. His hand reached the apex between my legs before his mouth did, spreading me apart oh so gently.

“Brace yourself, Becca,” he warned.

He lifted my leg up and over his shoulder, forcing my hands to use the walls for support. My lower half was fully exposed to his adoration. His gaze wandered up the length of my body, our eyes connecting.

“You are perfection. Absolute perfection.” As he said this, he caressed my thigh, which was wrapped around his neck. The fingers of his other hand were splayed across my belly, inching closer and closer to where I needed them to be. “Will you let me worship you, Becca? Can I touch and make you come all over my hand, my mouth?”

His words alone almost got me.

“Yes,” I begged, my words echoing off the glass and tile. My head fell against the slippery wall as his fingers opened me up, spreading my pussy lips apart.

“Fuck, Bec,” he said as he swiped a finger along my slit. “Even in the shower, I can feel how wet you are.”

My body shook with anticipation. His finger circled and circled, my hips jutting forward, hoping he would take the plunge.

“Is your leg good up there, babe? Can I let go?” he asked.

“Mmhmm,” was all I could get out as I hooked my knee tighter around his neck. Suddenly, one hand was pulling the hood of my clit back and his lips surrounded it, sucking it hard into his mouth.

“Oh fuck, Ty!” I screamed out as his tongue swirled around the bundle of nerves. Seconds later, he thrust a finger inside me, so deep I felt it in my core. His hand began rhythmically pumping when I felt a second finger join in.

And a third.

“Does that feel good, baby girl?” he asked, pulling away from my clit.

My hands still braced me on the wall, trying to find something to grip on the smooth surface. Instead, I pulled a hand away and pushed his head back to my body, keeping it there for support. “Yes!” I cried out. “But don’t stop!”

He smiled against my skin before getting back to work. His mouth and fingers working in tandem, a steady tempo bringing me up that hill. Ty always knew the best way around my body.

Slow and steady, no interruption.

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