CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Monica forced herself to put one foot in front of the other, telling herself that leaving Ty at dinner had been the right thing. The smart thing. She never could have resisted him if she hadn’t. He made her feel far too much like a junkie needing a fix. Sleeping with him the first time had been a big mistake. She couldn’t afford to make that error again. She wasn’t a fool. She recognized her feelings as more than infatuation, and it was only going to get harder to keep up the pretense.
Especially now.
Tonight she’d seen Ty in an entirely new light. And every new revelation about him only increased his appeal. She’d underestimated him in so many ways. Ty was fiercely loyal to Tom. She’d been dead wrong ever to think otherwise. He was also intelligent, funny, and amazingly intuitive. He’d cut straight to the core of her relationships with her family and with Evan, with an insight she’d never gotten from three high-priced psychotherapists.
Staring up from the base of the Stratosphere at the last of the jumpers, she breathed a shaky sigh of relief that she’d narrowly escaped such a fall. She knew she was already teetering on the edge of it, but where Ty was concerned she didn’t have the protection of a safety harness.
Just as Frankie pulled up with the limo, she was startled by the contact of a warm hand on her shoulder. Her pulse racing as if in a free fall, she turned to find Ty. “Tell him you’ve changed your mind.”
“I—I can’t.”
“Yes you can, Monica.” His gaze locked with hers, refusing to let her go. “You’re coming home with me. I promised to show you the view.”
“But I thought it was supposed to be your closely guarded secret.”
“Some secrets were meant to be shared.”
She swallowed hard and tried again. “What about your standing rule about taking women home?”
His mouth twitched. “I’ve lived my whole life breaking other people’s rules. Maybe it’s time to break one of mine.”
“I don’t think this is a good idea. Not for me. Not for either of us.”
“I’ve said it before, Monica. You think too much.”
Frankie opened her door with an expectant look.
Just as she turned toward the limo, Ty’s hands anchored on her waist. He dipped his head, his lips passing over her skin, traveling slowly from neck to ear. She froze in her tracks.
“I want you to come home with me tonight, Monica.” His words pushed her over the edge. “I want you in my bed tonight, and I want to wake up buried deep inside you.”
Her gaze never breaking from Ty’s, she sucked in a breath and dismissed her driver. “I don’t need the ride after all, Frankie. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?’
“Sure thing, Ms. Brandt,” Frankie flashed Ty a knowing grin and closed the car door.
***
For twenty minutes Monica sat tense in the passenger seat while Ty darted periodic looks in her direction. As if in tacit agreement, neither made any effort to break the silence. The passing minutes only ramped the tension—and the anticipation that coiled low and deep in her belly. There was no question about what was going to happen between them. Only the when . . . and the how.
It was dark when they pulled into his drive, but security lighting revealed an adobe-style villa surrounded by a xeriscape of flagstones and flowering cacti. Ty helped her down from the truck and then grabbed her bags.
“Wow! It’s not at all what I expected,” she said.
“Oh yeah? And how’s that?”
She laughed. “It’s so . . . so . . . pink.”
“It’s adobe actually, but real men aren’t threatened by pastels,” he quipped back. “C’mon inside.” Ty punched a security code into a keypad and opened double doors into a spacious great room. In contrast with the exterior, the slate floors, wood-beamed ceiling, and dark leather furniture were entirely masculine.
Ty carried her bags into what she presumed must be the bedroom while she explored the house. The great room led to a dining room that opened into a large kitchen that could have been featured in a home-décor magazine. It was a beautiful house. She marveled that he would choose to spend most of his nights at the hotel—and then considered the obvious reason why.
He didn’t bring women to his home, a thought she was quick to dismiss.
Ty came from behind and spun her around. “How fortunate that I found you in here.” His husky voice dripped with honey.
“In the kitchen? Why’s that?” she asked.
“Because you deprived me of something I wanted at dinner.” He backed her slowly up to the counter, his eyes glimmering with a predatory look that made her a little breathless.
“Oh? And that was . . . ?”
Her sex pulsed with her beating heart as he hoisted her onto the breakfast bar and dragged her ass to the edge of the cold, hard granite. His mouth was hot and hungry on hers, his tongue a dangerous distraction as his hands crept under her skirt to remove her panties. Her legs quivered as he spread her wide. His lips twitched as he finally answered, “Dessert.”
His mouth was on her before she could utter her next breath, licking and sucking like a hungry cat devouring cream. Within seconds he had her bucking, writhing, and pleading. “Please Ty,” she sobbed. “I want . . . I need . . . pleeease.”
“Please what? Finish you or fuck you? The choice is yours, sweetheart.”
“I want you to fuck me, Ty,” she panted with a needy ache that only Ty had ever inspired.
“Good answer.” He abruptly stood and lifted her from the counter.
“B-but aren’t you . . . aren’t we?”
“Not here.” He shook his head with a grin. “I’m a real traditional kinda guy. I like to eat in my kitchen. I like to fuck in a bed.” Wrapping her legs around his waist, he carried her to the bedroom, where he dropped her on the mattress. He quickly toed off his boots and went to work on his clothes. “Your turn,” he said. “Take it all off.”
She watched him watching her, as she removed her white blouse and lacy bra, and then shimmied out of her skirt. She then lay back on the pillows, lust smoldering deep in her belly as he stroked his cock and sheathed himself in latex.
Arching her back and jutting her breasts, she smiled in invitation. “Whatcha waiting for? C’mon, cowboy, gimme all you’ve got.”
***
Her eyes, glittering with lust coupled with a playful come-hither smile was almost too much for Ty. He didn’t understand why Monica was so different, but every time he felt something brand-new. His mind was almost exploding with all the things he still wanted to do to her, but he liked her show of boldness and wondered what she’d do if he let her take the lead.
He dropped onto the bed beside her and then surprised her by rolling her on top.
“Since you prefer it on top,” he answered her questioning look, “let’s see if you can ride me cowgirl style.”
***
Monica stirred awake at the feel of Ty’s bristled face nuzzling her neck and his erection prodding between the cheeks of her ass. Still floating in a half-conscious haze, she wriggled into him and hooked her leg over his thigh, purring with contentment as he pushed inside.
He set a lazy rhythm of deep and slow thrusts while his expert fingers played music on her. God, how she loved the feel of him. It was heaven to wake up like this and even better to climax together. It felt utterly perfect, as if for these few sweet moments the universe was in absolute harmony.
Ty rolled over with a groan. “C’mon. Gotta get up now, sleepyhead, so I can show it to you.”
“Show me what?” she asked, her brain still fuzzy with the afterglow of lovemaking.
“What I brought you out here for. Hurry up. The show doesn’t last long.”
“Gee, Ty,” she grinned. “With all the sex I forgot your real purpose in bringing me out here.”
He chuckled and dragged her across the bed, pushing her to her feet and guiding her to a set of French doors.
“Wait!” she protested. “I’m not even dressed.”
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He ripped off the bedsheet with an exasperated sound and threw it over her. Monica wrapped it around herself toga-style and followed Ty out onto the flagstone-covered terrace.
Looking out over the expanse of desert, she almost forgot to breathe. The first rays of dawn had begun to spread fingers of light toward the distant horizon, slowly dispersing the lingering shadows. Painted by the sun in soft hues of orange and pink, the copper-stained canyons stood in stark contrast against the backdrop of purple sky. Ty came from behind, wrapping his arms around her and murmuring in her ear. “Told you it was better than anything on The Strip.”
“Thank you for sharing it with me.” She shut her eyes on a blissful sigh, wishing she could remain forever cloaked in his warm body and his scent. What would it be like to do this every day? To wake up making love and then watch the sunrise with a man she . . .
Her heart gave a painful contraction. She refused to continue that thought, to define the feeling that suddenly welled up in her chest.
Ty dropped his hands from her shoulders as the sun crested. “Show’s over now. Hungry?”
“Starving,” she answered.
“I make a mean Spanish omelet.”
“You cook?” she asked in surprise.
“I manage,” he replied. “But don’t expect much. My repertoire is strictly limited to skillet foods.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist. “Wanna join me in the shower first?”
He shook his head with a grin. “We both know where that would lead.”
“And you have a problem with that?”
“Far from it, Sugar, but as much as I’d love to stay here and laze in bed with you all day, I can’t. I’ve got some important things to take care of.”
“Oh? Like what?” she asked. “What’s so urgent?”
“Business, Ms. Brandt.” He unhooked her arms. “Important business.”
“Hotel business?”
“Maybe.”
“Then that involves me too, don’t you think?”
“Nope,” his mouth compressed. “Not at this juncture anyway.”
Why was he being so evasive? She felt as if he’d suddenly shut her out. Monica took a quick shower while he made breakfast. Donning his bathrobe, she padded out to the kitchen to find Ty already dressed in pressed jeans and starched shirt. She noted his wet hair. “So you showered after all?
“Yup. Used the guest bath.” He handed her a huge stoneware mug filled with steaming coffee. “Hope you like it black. It’s that or the powdered stuff. I’m not here often enough to keep dairy products in the fridge.”
“Thanks. Black is fine.” She took a sip as he scooped their food from the iron skillet onto two stoneware plates and gestured for her to sit.
“It smells great, Ty.”
“Don’t expect too much. I had to make do with the ingredients on hand.” He produced a large bottle of ketchup, setting it down in front of her with a grin. “In case you don’t like my cooking. My feelings won’t be hurt.”
Monica took a bite of egg, onion, and potato. It wasn’t bad at all, but she found herself too distracted to enjoy it.
“If you want a lift back into the city you can ride with me,” he said, “But I won’t be back until late tonight.”
“No thanks. I’ll just call Frankie.”
“Then I’ll give you the key code. Feel free to make yourself comfortable here.”
“I’m not staying at your place again tonight, Ty.”
His brows met in a frown. “Why not?”
“Because it’s not practical for me. I need to be closer to Tom and to the hotel.”
“It’s only twenty minutes away. It’s not a bad drive. We just need to see about getting you a car.”
“A car?”
“Yes. Aren’t you tired of having to call a driver all the time?”
“I don’t have much choice, Ty. I don’t drive.”
His frown deepened. “What do you mean you don’t drive?”
“Exactly what I said. I don’t have a license. In Manhattan I never needed a car. They really aren’t necessary there, and even if you have one, it’s impossible to find parking. So you see? Staying with you just doesn’t work for me. I need a place on The Strip. That’s why I was going to the Aria last night.”
“If that’s what you want,” he shrugged, “suit yourself.”
His blithe response hit her like a bucket of ice water. It was also a wake-up call.
“What was all this about? Why did you bring me out here?”
“Told you why.” He inclined his head toward the window.
“I’m serious, Ty. I need to know where this is going.”
“Going?” he repeated blankly. “That question seems to imply an endpoint of some kind. I don’t like to think in those kinds of terms.”
“But I do. The very nature of a relationship is a progression, Ty. It’s how it works.”
His gaze narrowed. “Then maybe that’s why relationships don’t work for me.”
“I see.” Her stomach dropped.
“Look, Monica, I was straight with you from the start. I thought we were having a good time together. Why does it have to be more than that? Why can’t we just live today and let tomorrow take care of itself?”
“I’m sorry, Ty, but playing fast and loose doesn’t work for me.” She could never tell him the rest—that she was desperately afraid of falling in love with someone who wouldn’t love her back.
***
Guilt knifed Ty’s gut at the flash of pain that dulled her soft gray eyes, but he couldn’t take his words back because it was true. His instincts recoiled at anything that hinted at commitment. He’d made that mistake once and had lost half of what meant the most to him—his family ranch. And Delaney didn’t even need it. She’d taken it and held on to it just to be vindictive, to punish him for something he didn’t even know if he’d really done. If that was love, he wanted no part of it.
Ironically, it was Monica who’d created this new complication in his life and Delaney who’d come up with a potential solution. He knew it wasn’t an altruistic move on Delaney’s part. She wanted something from him, but he didn’t have a clue what it might be—other than his half of the ranch.
He hadn’t wanted to leave Monica so soon, but his ex had already texted that their plane was about to land. With tens of millions on the line, he’d have to spend the weekend schmoozing Uncle Phil. Part of him resented it, but his options were nil. He’d busted his ass to build something out here in Vegas, to make something of his life, and he still had hopes of doing that if he could come up with the cash.
He understood Monica’s position and knew it wasn’t personal—not anymore anyway. Fact was, she had her life and he had his. Their roads had converged for a time and would soon divide again, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy the short ride together. At least that’s how he’d looked at it. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her and never would have brought her out to his place if he’d guessed how it would end up. Why couldn’t she be content with the present without demanding what he wasn’t able to give? Maybe part of him had wanted to share his hopes, dreams, and ambitions with her, but Monica always had to have everything on her terms, and his weren’t negotiable, which left them once more at an impasse.
***
As soon as Ty left, Monica followed suit, checking into the Aria, where she spent the morning highlighting apartment ads. There was no lack of options, but she still hesitated to act. Tom was the only reason she’d come to Las Vegas. As much as she loved him, she couldn’t live for him. She needed to get on with her own life. And right now it was a great big tangled mess, and her involvement with Ty had only made it worse. Last night she’d gone out on a limb. After the intimate dinner, she’d begun to think there might be something real growing between them. But she’d only fooled herself.
A dull throb settled over her, as relentless and remorseless as an aching tooth. She threw down the rental listings with an exasperated sigh, no clo
ser to a resolution on anything. She thought once more of Evan’s call. Part of her dreaded the idea of seeing him again after their nasty split, but she reminded herself that he could be the solution to her troubles.
If Evan was prepared to offer anything close to a fair price, she’d persuade Tom to sell. End. Of. Story. Once the place sold, she’d be free to start over. Maybe Boston? Or even London? She had several contacts in the London financial district. A fresh start. That’s exactly what she needed. New city. New job. New life—someplace far away from Ty Morgan.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Tom clicked off the TV the moment Monica walked in and picked up his iPad. His eyes softened as she stopped to kiss his weathered cheek. “How are you doing today, Tom?”
Bored shitless.
“I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do?”
Send me home.
“I’m sorry, but you know we can’t do that. The ranch is too far away from a hospital. What if something were to happen? Please try to understand. I hate this as much as you do, but you still need access to medical care that isn’t available out at your ranch.”
Sorry for being a miserable PITA.
“You’re not a pain in the ass,” Monica replied with a head shake. “You’re just frustrated. We all understand that, and we’re trying to make this as easy on you as possible, but it’s going to be an adjustment. And that’ll still take some time. Tom,” she hesitated, feeling a huge pang of guilt, but there was no easy way to do this. It was time to bite the bullet. “There’s something important we need to discuss. I know you aren’t going to like it, but you still need to hear me out.”
What is it? He tapped out.
She took a breath and blurted it out. “Evan’s here in Vegas. He wants to make an offer on the hotel. I think you should reconsider selling.”
Tom’s eyes hardened. He pounded his index finger on his iPad. Don’t like that a-hole.
“Please Tom, this is business. If you’re worried about Ty, he’ll walk away with millions. With that kind of money he can do whatever he wants.”
Ty wants hotel.
I don’t understand, Tom. If it’s so important to you, why not just sell it to him? Name the price you want. I’ll get him the lowest interest rate and easiest terms.”
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