Tyler
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I grin against her lips and lick at her mouth as my hands glide down her shoulders, over her breasts. Her nipples are diamond-hard by the time I lift her blouse and take one in my mouth.
She arches into me, her hands tangling in my hair, and I lick and lightly bite the other one, feeling myself harden more and more. My dick’s pressing so persistently on the inside of my fly it’s gonna have the pattern of the zipper embedded in it forever.
“Tyler…” She tugs my head back and I release her breast, breathless. “I want you.”
“What do you want?” I whisper.
“You.” No hesitation.
“How do you want me?”
She winks. “In every way.”
I laugh and pick her up in my arms. She throws her arms around my neck and hangs on for the ride, her head resting on my shoulder. I kiss her as I carry her to her bedroom, and she nips at my lips hungrily.
My control is fraying fast. I lay her down on her mattress, on top of her blue comforter, and peel off her shorts and panties, so fast I rip them. I kneel between her legs and grab the hem of her blouse.
She’s panting, her lips parted, her eyes dark with desire.
“I have something for you,” I say.
Her gaze dips to the tent in my pants. “I’d say you have.”
I laugh.
The small box with her gift is burning a hole in my back pocket, but my control is slipping away. Later. I tug on her blouse, and she lifts her arms, helping me bare her.
She lies back down and gazes at me under her lashes. Her curves are hypnotic, the swell of her breasts, the dark areolas, her narrow waist and the dip of her navel, the flare of her hips.
The fine white lines on her stomach now make sense, and I discover finer ones on the sides of her breasts. Stretch marks.
She’s the prettiest girl on Earth.
“What?” she murmurs.
“You’re just…” I shake my head. “Incredible. Beautiful. More than I deserve.”
She reaches for me, gets a good hold on the back of my neck and pulls me down, so she can kiss me. “You deserve me. You deserve this.” Her hand trails down my chest, over the bandage of the tattoo, and cups my aching cock.
“Ugh,” I say coherently and thrust into her hand, my ears filled with a buzzing sound. “Fuck.”
“And I deserve you,” she goes on, kneading my dick, and I’m about to come in my pants if she doesn’t stop. “Because I’m happy with you.”
Hell. I grab her hand and force it on the mattress by her head, then bend over her and silence her with a kiss. Her hands fumble with my shirt, and I rip it over my head impatiently.
“Tyler?” She touches the bandage on my chest. “What’s this?”
I look down at it, then shrug. “A dragon.”
Her eyes widen. “Can I see?”
I peel off the tape, then tear the bandage off and hiss. On the gauze, the shape of the dragon is imprinted in my blood, and the smell of it makes my stomach roil.
As if reading my thoughts, Erin sits up, takes the gauze from my hand and throws it into a can by her bedside. Then she runs her hands along my ribs, making me shiver. “It’s an impressive design.”
It’s quite cool, now that I finally take a good look at it. It covers my scar and curls around my navel.
“Survival,” she whispers the word—the same word Zane spoke.
This is getting too damn solemn for me. I survived, and Erin says she deserves me—all of me—so I’m gonna give her what she deserves.
I grab her wrists and lift them to place a kiss on each palm. Then I reach down to unbuckle my belt, and she beats me to it, deftly pulling it off and opening my fly. Her small hands send bolts of electricity through my dick, tightening my balls. I lean back, propped on my hands, and watch as she unzips my jeans carefully, obviously aware my cock is molded to them from the inside.
My eyes half-close in relief when she pushes my jeans down, then my briefs, freeing my erection. It slams against my stomach, and I hiss at the sting of pain/pleasure.
I grab my dick, press hard, and struggle to keep myself from coming so soon. I breathe in and out, grit my teeth, and I think I’m gonna stave off the explosion—when I feel wet heat closing around the head of my cock, and I groan helplessly, my hips jerking.
“Erin…” She’s mouthing my dick like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted, licking and sucking. At this rate, I won’t last not even ten seconds.
So no matter how much I’d love to come in her hot, sweet mouth, I put a hand on her shoulder and nudge her off me.
A hurt expression crosses her face, but I don’t give her time to say anything. I kick off my jeans and briefs all the way and wrap myself around her. I suck on her mouth as I guide the tip of my cock inside her wet folds, pushing slowly and steadily.
Fucking hell. I moan in her mouth. So tight, so hot, Christ. She cries out in my mouth when I thrust up and enter her completely, and I pant, my vision darkening for a second.
I’ve never been so hard in my life. My whole body strains as I rock inside her. I lower my head and suckle her nipples, feeling her clamping down around me. Her breathing is coming in gasps, and her arms are around my back, her short nails clawing at me. It feels so damn good.
I kiss my way up her neck, and she presses open-mouthed kisses on my lips, panting harshly. She’s so wet, her inner walls rippling, massaging my cock, until I can’t take it anymore. Gasping, I lay her back down, and I arch over her, rocking into her heat, faster and faster. Her pelvis lifts, and she starts to shake, clenching around my cock so hard I see stars.
“Tyler!” she calls out my name, and I feel her come.
My breath locks in my lungs, and my spine bows as my orgasm detonates inside my balls. My cock swells and jerks. Pleasure drives though me in a hot surge that keeps rising, carrying me higher and higher. I think I cry out, but can’t be sure because my pulse booms in my ears as I come and come again. She pulses around me, and my cum overflows, spilling out of her and drenching the comforter.
The sight of that makes me groan and thrust inside her one more time, clenching my teeth against the unbearable pleasure.
I fall on her, my muscles turning to rubber, and barely manage to roll by her side on the bed before I crush her. She immediately turns and presses her satiny curves close and even after coming so hard, I swear my dick gives a little twitch of appreciation.
“That was nice,” she says.
“Just nice?” I can’t move if my life depends on it, but I force my hand to lift. I caress her face.
“Okay, it was great.”
A slow grin tugs at the corners of my mouth. “Just great?”
“Tyler Grayson…”
Damn, the way she says my chosen name could raise the dead. My dick twitches again. “Yeah?”
“It was fucking awesome.”
I snort and kiss her quickly on the mouth. “Yeah, it was. Will you be with me, Erin?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “Always. You are everything to me.”
A lump is lodged in my throat. “Wait here.”
I sit up, swing my legs off the bed and locate my jeans, thrown haphazardly across a chair. I can’t even remember doing that. I lift them and dig into my back pocket. Pulling out the little box, worn from the years spent among my things, I walk back to the bed and sit on the edge.
“What is it?” Erin kneels on the mattress.
I turn the box in my hands and roll my shoulders. “It’s for you. I bought it for you before I left, before we fought and…” I wet my dry lips. “I hoped to give it to you some day.”
She takes it with trembling fingers and opens it. Her eyes widen, and she draws out the pendant I had made for her. A silver star with her initial carved on it. It dangles from its fine chain when she lifts it.
“Here,” I say gruffly and gesture for her to turn. She obeys, and I pass the chain around her neck and fasten it.
I pull back. The star lies on her collarbone, shiny like he
r eyes. “You’ve always been my girl, you know? I never stopped loving you.”
She throws herself at me, hugging me fiercely, then as if that’s not enough, she wraps her legs around me, too.
“God, I love you,” she whispers on my neck and kisses my skin. “So much.”
I hold her, rock her and breathe in her scent. I thread my fingers through her silken hair. “Lucky for me, huh?”
Looks like I’m a lucky bastard after all. I lost my way for years and lived in the dark, until I got back my brightest star—and this is where I’m staying.
Acknowledgments
When I published Asher, the first book in the Inked Brotherhood series, I wasn’t expecting that so many readers would write and tell me how much they loved Asher and all the characters. These messages on my Facebook wall and in my email inbox put a smile on my face and motivated me to keep writing. So my first heartfelt thanks goes to my readers. You have been amazing and Tyler is dedicated to you.
I also didn’t expect the overwhelming support of bloggers and reviewers who sent me messages asking to feature Asher and who spread the word. I owe you big time. Thank you so much for your help.
I want to thank my wonderful editor. Any remaining errors in the text are my fault as I tend to change things last minute.
Huge thanks to Nathalie Aynié for the constant and amazing help, for her support, and for the brainstorming! She rocks bears in tutus!!
I also want to thank my author friends who have beta read and/or helped me with their suggestions and advice for Tyler: J.A. Beard, Jean Davis, Harlow Fallon and Claire Bugler Hewitt.
Finally I want to thank my Street Team for their enthusiasm and support.
Inked Brotherhood Series
Five boys brought together by fate. Five young men trying to overcome their troubled pasts. Five tattoos marking them as a brotherhood built on tragedy. Will they find understanding and rise above the pain?
Five girls tied by friendship. Five young women fighting their own demons. Five lives laced with sorrow. Will they be strong enough to save the men they love and make them happy?
The series composes of five interconnected, stand-alone novels: Asher, Tyler, Zane, Dylan and Rafe.
The journey starts with:
ASHER (Inked Brotherhood #1)
Almost three years ago, a car crash took Audrey’s dad and scarred her for life. Now eighteen, she returns to her hometown for the first time after the accident.
She’s here to start again. Go to college and have fun. Make new friends. Get over the past.
But the past won’t let go.
Asher is here—her first kiss, her first heartbreak. More handsome and distant than ever, he’s still the boy who used to be her best friend. That was before he changed into someone she hardly knows anymore—the boy who started getting into fights and gave her the cold shoulder for years.
Asher isn’t what she needs. In fact, she hates him and should try her best to keep away from him.
Yet her body doesn’t seem to care about how she feels, and maybe, just maybe this time her body got it right. Not that she has much of a choice. Asher draws her like a bright flame, and if she isn’t careful, she’ll burn.
And that may not be such a bad thing after all...
Where to find it: http://tinyurl.com/luto9eb
A prequel to the series (an Asher and Audrey short story):
Kiss me Goodbye
At fourteen, Audrey has the perfect life: great parents, great buddies, and her best friend, Asher. Only lately Asher has begun to change. He seems distant and standoffish, ignoring Audrey.
Not all of the changes are bad. He’s growing from a pretty boy into a handsome man, and Audrey is all too aware of that. But if they cross the line from friends to something more, will things stay the same or will she lose her best friend forever?
Where to find it: http://tinyurl.com/q6zyqo5
About the Author
Jo Raven writes New Adult erotic romance. She loves sexy bad boys and strong-willed heroines, and divides her time between writing and reading. When not cooking up plots, she putters in her cluttered kitchen and dreams of traveling to India and Japan.
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Table of Contents
Tyler
Part I
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Part II
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Part III
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Acknowledgments
Inked Brotherhood Series
About the Author