Page 81 of Hooks In

I chuckle, adjusting myself on the hood of the Jeep and looking for Orion. And Uranus. Because apparently that’s visible this time of year, and well… I’m the type of person to find that really fucking funny.

But as we quietly observe the stars, a thought I’ve had since last night wrestles its way to the forefront of my mind.

“You called me Luca,” I say quietly.

I hear Ty turn his head towards me, as I keep my eyes up and on Orion.

“Last night. For the first time ever, you called me Luca.” I look towards him, and he nods slightly.

I take a moment to gaze back at him thoughtfully. “I don’t think I like it.”

A smile spreads across his face and a light laugh escapes him. And holy fuck, did that just happen? Did Tyler Roscoe just laugh?

I smile as well, unable to look away.

I wish it wasn’t so dark.

“Want to know another secret?” I ask.

He huffs out a breath. “You’re going to tell me anyway.”

I nod, still smiling. “I like cum as much as you do.”

He shakes his head. “That’s not a secret.”

“Suppose not,” I say with a shrug, and we both look back up to the sky. “We could have a lot more fun if you fuck me bare though.”

His head whips back towards me and I chuckle. “Get tested and we’ll have a cum party. I’m good to go.”

“I am too.”

My eyes widen as I stare back at him. “You… went?”

“I went.”

“You’re good?”

“I’m good.”

I’m off the hood of the Jeep before I can even process how fucking hot that is. “Well, what the fuck are we doing here then!?”

I think we might have put a hole in the wall as the door to my apartment crashes open, and Ty pushes me against it. His lips forcefully land on mine, and even though it was just earlier this afternoon we were doing this against my Jeep in the gym parking lot, I’ve been craving this.

The second the door is kicked shut, I’m pulling his hoodie off while he does the same to me. Our clothes litter the floor as we make our way into my bedroom, panting, grabbing, and frantic.

As we kiss, hot and dirty with teeth nipping and lips trailing, that fear I saw in him earlier is gone. The wild Tiger is back.

The back of my knees hit the bed and Ty starts to push me onto it, but I push back against him and remain standing.

He gives me a warning look, and I smirk at him.

“There’s something I want, Tiger.”

Ty waits, hands gripping my hips.

“You never did have my cinnamon roll.”

His brow furrows, and yeah, fair. I never did explain that.

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