Then I was pressed against the cold tile. I gasped, letting a string of foul language fall from my lips.
“That’s it, baby. Talk dirty to me. I like it.”
I laughed but quickly stopped when he used his foot to push my leg out.
Turning to face him, I asked, “Ty, seriously, does your cock never get tired? And how many times are we going to tempt fate?”
His eyes looked almost hopeful, and I had the strangest feeling Ty Shaw wanted to tempt fate. Like this was going to be his only shot at something, and only I was going to be able to provide it.
“If tonight is all I get of you, I’m taking full advantage of it.”
I smiled, but the pain in my chest ached a little more. He hadn’t changed his mind, not even after the most amazing night ever.
Ty lifted my leg, then pushed inside me. He held nothing back, like he knew this was the last time he’d ever be with me. If I had anything to do with it, though, this wouldn’t be the last time.
When I felt him grow bigger, I dropped my head back against the wall. He reached between us, his finger working my clit with the expertise of a man who had done this to me for years.
I came again. He’d gotten his even number with eight orgasms. Then he pulled out and came on my stomach, the water soon washing his cum away but not the overwhelming grief that instantly hit me. The reality that this night was quickly coming to an end. The bubble I’d let myself fall into was about to pop.
Chapter Fourteen
KAYLEE
The sounds of nature caused me to open my eyes and stretch. Instantly, I felt the pain between my legs and grinned like a little girl.
After Ty and I had sex in the shower, we returned to my bed. He pulled me against his body, and we both fell asleep the moment we closed our eyes.
I looked to my right and saw the empty bed. I wanted to ignore the instant rush of sadness, but it gripped at me like a vise, and for a few brief moments, I thought I might have a panic attack. I took in some deep breaths and calmed myself down.
I sat up and noticed a folded-up piece of paper on the pillow. My name was written across the outside, and I couldn’t resist a smile. The tension in my body instantly melted away.
Reaching for it, I held my breath as I opened the note and read what Ty had written.
Morning, Kaylee.
I wanted to wake you up to say goodbye, but you were sleeping so peacefully I couldn’t do it. But I also couldn’t sneak out of here like last night didn’t mean anything to me, because it did. More than you’ll ever know.
I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. His but was fixin’ to come. I could feel it. I needed a moment to just let this first set of words settle into my memory. Last night had meant something to him, and deep in my heart, I had known that all along. I saw it in his eyes. In the way he made love to me.
With one deep breath, I opened my eyes and kept reading.
Thank you for a night I will never forget. I wish I could give you more.
Ty
I swallowed hard and clutched the note to my chest. Then I dropped my hands to my lap and shook my head. “Damn you, Ty Shaw!”
After throwing the covers off me, I quickly got out of bed and got dressed.
He tells me he can’t do a relationship, that it’s a onetime thing, yet he sleeps next to me all night long. Then he leaves me a sweet note in the morning! The man was confusing as hell. I knew he’d said he couldn’t give me more, but Lord, a part of me knew he hadn’t meant it.
“You jerk! You asshole! You . . . you . . . you confusing man,” I raged, plopping down on the end of my bed while I buried my face in my hands. Then I let out a scream of frustration.
“You’re so stupid. You knew from the beginning, Kaylee Holden. You knew. He told you he couldn’t give you more than one night. You. Knew.”
Dear Lord. I was talking to myself. This was bad.
I jumped up, tracked down my phone, and sent Lincoln a text message.
Me: We need an emergency shopping trip right now.
Lincoln: In case you forgot, I have a baby who is barely over a month old, and a five-year-old son who hears and repeats everything to his father. What’s going on?
Me: I slept with Ty.
Lincoln: Let me call Stella to come sit with the kids. I’ll be there as soon as I can.
I stood, looked at my sheets, and quickly yanked them all off my bed. I needed to wash them and get Ty’s scent off them as soon as possible; then I needed to think about everything that had happened last night, including all the unprotected sex we’d had. In some strange way, that part was the one thing I didn’t regret. I regretted that I had somehow managed to let a piece of my heart fall to Ty Shaw.
“Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!” I ranted, pacing across my living room floor while I waited for Lincoln. My hand moved to my stomach, then to my mouth and back to my stomach. One minute I thought I might throw up; the next, my stomach was dipping in delight as memories of last night came back.
The door opened, and Lincoln took one look at me. “Do I need to go hurt him?”
With a smile, I shook my head. “No. But you need to take me into town so I can spend some money. Then I need you to get me drunk.”
“Done. You’ll have to get drunk fast, though. I can only be gone for a few hours. I pumped enough breast milk for Morgan’s next feeding, and that’s it, and I hate being away from her for very long.”
“Fine. We’ll skip the getting-drunk part and just go shopping.”
She smiled, then motioned for me to follow her. I grabbed my purse, and an hour later, we were sitting in the coffee shop on Main Street. Lincoln knew not to ask any questions until I’d gotten in a good shopping session. This wasn’t her first rodeo when it came to retail therapy with me. After John died, and I had finally gotten myself out of the house, I spent a lot of trust fund money from my grandparents on stupid shopping trips. She made out on them as well, though, so really we both sorta won.
I took a sip of my flat white coffee and set it on the table. Lincoln watched me carefully, taking a sip of her chai tea. Then . . .
“I can’t stand it anymore! What happened?” she blurted out.
“So, Ty got a package.”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t want to know about his package. I don’t tell you about how insanely large my husband is.”
I snarled my lip at her. “First off, yes, you do, and you just did, bitch. Second, I said he got a package. Not that he has a package—which, by the way, he has a huge cock. It’s pretty too. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a dick that I could say was pretty, but his is. Lord, it’s really big too. Did I mention that already?”
Lincoln quickly looked around the coffee shop, her cheeks red. When it was clear no one had heard me, she waved her hands around. “I know about the stupid package! Skip to the sex part.”
I let out a long breath. “He walked into the house after he picked up the package, and I was in the middle of trying to fix a . . . problem . . . I had with the bidet.”
“What was wrong with it?”
With a half shrug I said, “There might have been a small water leak.”
Her eyes widened, then she said, “I’m so glad I sold you that house.”
I chuckled, then went on. “Anyway, Ty insisted on fixing it, and I really wanted to do it on my own. It was a bad day, because, you know . . .”
“It was the anniversary of John’s death.”
Which explained my outburst with Ty and the fact that I had called him by another man’s name.
“Yeah. So, anyway, I blew up at him and yelled, and then I accidently called him John.”
Lincoln gasped. “Yikes.”
“Yeah, I hadn’t realized I did until he said something. Then he got all sweet on me, and nice, and he looked like he was going to kiss me, and then he did what he always does. He pushed me away and headed downstairs to leave. I stopped him and asked him to stay. He said he wasn’t any good for me, that he was fucked up. I
responded in a way that might have been careless.”
Her brow rose and she picked up her tea. Before she took a drink, she said, “Keep going.”
“Well, I sort of stood in front of the door and started to take my clothes off.”
Lincoln coughed. Then hit her chest a few times. “You took your clothes off!”
I leaned in and shot her a warning look. “Why don’t you stand on the chair and yell it a little louder? The people in the back didn’t hear you.” I looked around the coffee shop; no one appeared to have heard my loudmouthed friend. Everyone was buried in their computers or phones.
“Sorry! Sorry!” she whispered.
“It was the only thing I could think of doing. So yes, I threw myself at him. Of course, Ty being a man, all his senses went right out the door, and he kissed the living shit out of me. Let me just pause here to say the man can kiss. Like, whoa, he can kiss.”
Lincoln smiled.
“Then he informed me that he wasn’t good enough for me, or some bullshit like that. He warned me that he wasn’t looking for a relationship.”
“That doesn’t surprise me.”
“It didn’t me, either. He said if I was looking for something more than just a night of sex, he wasn’t the guy.”
“And you obviously told him you were fine with that, I’m assuming. Since, you know, you guys did the deed.”
“We did more than the deed, Lincoln. The man made me come eight times. Eight! He has some weird fetish about odd numbers.”
Lincoln seemed confused, but her look was quickly replaced with shock as she leaned across the table and whispered, “Wait, you had eight orgasms?”
I leaned in closer so I could whisper back, “Over the course of the afternoon and night. Yes! The man is good, I’m telling you. I don’t think his dick went down all night.”
Giggling, Lincoln covered her mouth and looked around the coffee shop again. Then she focused back on me. “Wow. Okay, so it’s pretty damn clear the two of you have been wanting that for some time.”
I nodded. “He said he hadn’t been with a woman since last year. Spring, or something like that.”
Lincoln narrowed her brows and thought for a moment. “Probably that woman he hooked up with in Billings.”
“What woman?” I asked, surprised by this bit of information.
Lincoln froze.
“You knew he hooked up with someone and didn’t tell me, Lincoln?”
“Would telling you have made you feel good about it at the time?”
“No.”
She waved her hands in front of me. “Well, okay then, there you go.”
I dropped back against the chair and let out a groan. “Oh, God, Lincoln. I’m in so much trouble.”
“Because you’re not okay with the one-night-only thing, are you?”
I shook my head. “I’m so far from okay with that. I think at some point last night, when he whispered how amazing it felt being inside me, or the way he made love, or when he told me how beautiful I was when I came and it took his breath away . . . yeah . . . I might have fallen in love with him. Or maybe I already was in love with him and hadn’t wanted to admit it.”
Lincoln reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “Oh, sweetie.”
My eyes closed, and I forced myself not to cry. I had agreed to Ty’s conditions, but I had done so because I’d wanted him so desperately. Needed him. It had clearly clouded my better judgment.
“Does this have anything to do with yesterday being the anniversary?”
“No!” I said, opening my eyes and looking at Lincoln. “I mean, the anniversary always makes me feel sad, but I wasn’t trying to sleep with Ty to make things better. Okay, that’s a lie, maybe I was . . . but not about John. I needed him, and I was tired of us always fighting, and I saw it in his eyes how much he wanted me too. And last month, we messed around on the sofa for, like, three minutes before we got interrupted, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. How close we had almost come to sleeping together that morning. I’ve been going insane thinking about it.”
I dropped my gaze to my coffee. The silence between us spoke a million words. Lincoln knew I had messed up, but she would never tell me. She knew how I felt about Ty, and I was a grown woman who had made my own choice to jump into bed with a man who flat out told me he didn’t want anything other than sex. The same man whom I’d had unprotected sex with. This was ridiculously messed up on so many levels.
Lincoln cleared her throat. “Okay, let’s back up. What happened when he left? When did he leave?”
“This morning. He had to meet Brock and Ty Senior at the barn. He didn’t wake me up, but he did leave me a note. It was sweet, yet frustrating as hell.”
She frowned. “That doesn’t make sense.”
I raised a brow at her.
With a slight smile, she tilted her head. “It’s Ty, so maybe it does make sense.”
Letting out a sigh, I explained. “He told me how much the night meant to him, about it meaning more than I’ll ever know. Then he thanked me for the night like it was just some casual fuck and said that he appreciated it.”
“Oh, Kaylee, at least he left a note and didn’t sneak out.”
I nodded. That had been a relief. For those few moments when I’d thought he’d just left, I had been crushed.
“Lincoln, I don’t know what to do. I have feelings for Ty, and I know he has them for me. I’ve never had a man touch me the way he did, so him telling me he can’t give himself to me is just bullshit. The way he kissed me . . . I mean, if he does that with all of his hookups, they probably have some secret club where they all go and meet for fucking therapy because their va-jay-jays will never want another man.”
The corners of her mouth rose slightly as she took a sip of her tea.
Now it was time to really drop the bomb on her. It was bad enough I was freaking out because I had let myself fall in love with Ty; that was nothing compared to what I was about to drop on her like a bad STD.
Gazing down at my cup, I circled the rim of it with my finger as I cleared my throat and said, “Oh, and one more thing. We didn’t use a condom . . . like, at all.”
The sound of a teacup hitting a saucer filled the coffee shop as I glanced up and saw my best friend looking at me with not only shock but anger.
Chapter Fifteen
TY
The time I’d spent on the tractor all morning left me alone with my thoughts. I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. When I woke up in the morning, and everything from the night before came back in one mad rush, my first urge was to get the fuck out of there. That didn’t last long, though. I turned and saw Kaylee sleeping. Her hands were tucked under her face, and she had the sweetest expression on her face.
She looked content. Like she had been fucked thoroughly and well.
I smiled at that, because it was me who’d put that look on her gorgeous face. Even I had to admit I was surprised by all the sex we’d had last night. Of course, we’d crawled into her bed around four in the afternoon and never left it but to get something to drink and to use the bathroom a few times. Oh, and there was the shower time.
I smiled.
The shower. God, the shower.
Fucking her in the shower was now on my list of top favorite things I’d ever do in my lifetime. The number one thing on my list was watching her face as she came and called out my name. She was beautiful.
At some point during the night, her demeanor changed. The lust in her eyes turned to something different. Something I wanted to acknowledge so fucking badly but knew I never could. She couldn’t fall in love with me. I wasn’t the right guy for her. I might have been able to give her multiple orgasms, but that didn’t mean I could make her happy. The way she’d looked at me that last time I had been inside her made all the alarms go off in my head. My dick hadn’t cared; he would be perfectly happy spending the rest of our days buried inside Kaylee Holden.
I pulled in behind Brock and turned off th
e tractor. Once I jumped down, I turned to ask him a question, but before I could even get a word out, he punched me.
Stumbling back, I grabbed my jaw and looked at him. “What in the fuck was that for?”
Brock looked pissed. More than pissed; he looked downright furious. “You had sex with Kaylee without a condom? More than once? What in the fuck were you thinking?”
I stared at him in total shock.
How in the hell did he know? Had he seen my truck parked outside Kaylee’s place this morning? Even if he had seen my truck, how in the world would he have known about the unprotected sex?
“What is wrong with you, Brock?” I asked, working my jaw back and forth. He took a step toward me, and I stood up straighter, ready for his next move. “You come after me again, I will beat the living shit out of you, ya little fucker. Let’s not forget which one of us won every single wrestling contest we ever had, Brock.”
Brock stood planted firmly in place. “Start talking before Dad gets here, because I can promise you, he will be just as pissed at you for being so careless.”
“I’m sorry, but in case you forgot how this works, two people make that decision.”
“And you thought it was okay to do that? Do you want to run the risk of having a kid with a woman you informed you didn’t want a future with?”
My brows pulled down, and anger coursed through my body. “How in the fuck do you know all of this?”
“Lincoln.”
I groaned and closed my eyes; instant tension built, and my head ached. Of course Kaylee would have run off and told Lincoln about last night. “Why is Lincoln telling you about my sex life?”
“Because she’s worried about her best friend. The two of you obviously took fucking stupid pills last night.”
With a sigh, I nodded. “I agree, it was stupid. Very stupid.”
“Oh, you think?”
I shot him a dirty look. I didn’t need my younger brother lecturing me on something I knew I had fucked up on. “I know. But I don’t know how to explain it. At the time, it felt right. Good. Hell, it felt so good . . .”
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