Retreat

by Dykes, Nicole

  I shake my head, and my hand moves to her ass and my mouth attacks hers. I pull her body into my own.

  Fuck it. I could stop, but I don’t want to.

  This is actually happening.

  It feels surreal like it could end any moment, but I’m lost in him.

  His large hands quickly untuck my black camisole, pulling it over my head and letting it fall to the wooden deck.

  I’m not wearing a bra. I don’t care. Ty’s backyard is fenced in, and it’s dark outside, but honestly at this point . . . Let ‘em fucking watch.

  His mouth moves from my lips over my jaw while his hand holds my face, his thumb sweeping over my bruised bottom lip as he nibbles on my neck. His hand moves over my bare sides, the sinfully slow action sending a shiver through my body as he lifts me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, and we go back to kissing.

  Years of pent up frustration releases as we move backwards, my bare back hitting the outside of his house. “Do you want to go inside?”

  His voice is husky and full of desperation. I shake my head as I slide down, my feet touching the ground. “No.”

  He grabs a condom from his back pocket, and I’m not surprised he has one on him. Even if he’s been in a drought, he’s definitely the type who carries protection. His fingers thread through my hair as his right hand holds my face, his eyes boring into mine. “You know it won’t be the same after. We can’t just go back, and I don’t want to lose you.”

  “You’ll never lose me.”

  He looks concerned and almost pained as his lips press against mine, and he quickly turns our bodies around so he’s the one against the house.

  I’ve wanted this for so long. So many fantasies have revolved around this moment, but nothing ever came close to the real thing.

  He slides down, sitting on the deck, leaning back against the house as he pulls me down to straddle his lap, his lips meeting the bare skin of my neck. My skirt rides up as I straddle him, wanting him naked, wanting him inside me, growing more and more impatient, and I think the asshole knows it.

  He takes his time, teasing and torturing me while his hardened cock prods between my legs and his lips caress my flesh.

  My fingers find the hem of his t-shirt as I waste no more time and lift it off and over his head, leaving his chiseled torso bare. I bite my bottom lip as my eyes slide over every hardened ridge of his abs.

  He smiles as he watches me watch him, his lips nearing mine, his hands in my hair. “Your chest is way fucking better.”

  It’s a primal growl, and it’s fucking sexy. “That’s definitely debatable.”

  He kisses me again, filling me with hope I know I shouldn’t feel, knowing he doesn’t want anything more than friendship and sex.

  I try to convince myself that’s all I want too.

  That this is just like fucking Tate or Chase.

  My hips rock against him, the friction between my legs building as his cock moves over my clit, both of us still clothed down below. “I want you, Ty.”

  “Are you wearing panties?” Again with that deep, husky voice like liquid honey pouring out thick into my ear.

  “A thong.”

  I feel him smile as his hands move to my hips and I let him direct my movements, sliding my pussy, now wet and dying for him, along the impressive tent in his jeans. I lean my head back and let him take control.

  One hand releases my hip and snakes between my legs, sweeping over the silky fabric before pushing it to the side and exploring my soaking wet slit. I moan from the contact, my hips involuntarily bucking forward.

  “I don’t think I can take it much longer.”

  “What are you waiting for?” My throat is dry, and my voice comes out a desperate croak when my eyes meet his.

  “I don’t want it to be over.”

  I smile, biting my lower lip again and leaning into him, letting my hand drop to his erection. “I’ll definitely be up for more. You’re the one that’ll have to call it quits.”

  “I’m not sure that will happen.”

  I shrug casually while feeling like a giddy, stupid girl inside. “I’m not worried.”

  “I can’t promise you anything, Morgan.”

  “I didn’t ask you to, Ty.”

  He nods, kissing me again before undoing his pants and freeing his cock. I take a deep breath before letting my eyes drift downward, knowing this should be an awkward moment, actually seeing him naked, but all I feel is pure desire when I take all of him in.

  Just as I suspect, Ty King is fucking perfect in every single way.

  He quickly sheathes himself before pulling me to him again, his lips pulling me into another soul crushing, earth shaking kiss.

  Nothing will ever be the same after this, but I don’t want it to be.

  It took a decade to get him to see me as a woman. When he enters me, a part of me feels more complete than I ever have in my life.

  The missing piece coming to me in complete gratification.

  He groans as he slides inside me, leaving my thong on but pushed to the side, and my hands rest on his shoulders, my breasts pressed against his bare chest.

  “Christ, I knew it would be good.”

  I smile at that. He’s thought about it.

  Don’t let yourself get too lost in the fantasy, Morgan.

  This all will end, and I need to find a way to be okay with that. But for right now, I’m going to allow myself to get lost with him.

  I wish I felt fucking guilty about last night, but I don’t. All I feel this morning, as I turn to my side and see Morgan asleep in my bed, is utter satisfaction.

  Sex with her was everything I could have ever imagined.

  I just let go and did what I wanted for the first time in a long time, and it felt fucking great.

  I can’t lose her. I won’t hurt her. But it’s time I stop looking at her as a little girl. She’s a strong, confident woman who knows what she wants, and that’s sexy as hell.

  “Mornin’.” Morgan smiles at me as she turns onto her side and props her head up on her hand.

  “Good morning.”

  “Second thoughts?”

  She looks vulnerable as she waits for my reply, and I shake my head. “None.”

  Her lips slide into a smile. “Good.”

  “You?”

  She instantly shakes her head. “No. None.” She sits up in the bed, pulling the sheet up with her, covering her phenomenal breasts. “Although I’m a little sore this morning but deliciously so.”

  I grin, sitting up with her, resting my back against the wooden headboard. “Yeah, it’s been a while. I was definitely missing it.”

  She runs her fingers through her mangled hair. “I’ll say. Three times? What time did we finally pass out?”

  I shrug. “I have no fucking idea.” I look at my phone sitting next to my bed. “It’s after noon now, though.”

  Good thing it’s my day off.

  “Shit!” Morgan jumps up from the bed, totally fucking naked, and I’m distracted by said nakedness as she starts looking around the room.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I have a meeting with Chase and the lawyers today.”

  My body tenses at her mention of that fucker. “For what?” She’s still looking frantically around my room. “And what are you looking for?”

  “My clothes. I have to go, Ty.”

  I stand up and grab a shirt from the closet, handing it to her. “They’re out on the deck.”

  She smiles, a slight blush spreading across her cheeks as she pulls my shirt on over her head. “Right.”

  I pull on a pair of sweats as she leaves my room and follow her out to the living room where she finds her skirt and tugs it on, tucking my t-shirt into it haphazardly.

  I smile, thinking about when I carried her in here for round two on my couch. I guess her shirt is the only thing out on my deck. She picks up her heels, pulling them onto her feet and turns to me, using an elastic band on her wrist to tie her hair up
. “I’ll grab my top later, okay?”

  I nod, not ready for her to leave yet and definitely not ready for her to run to that asshole, but I can’t have it both ways.

  I can’t expect her to commit only to me when I can’t commit to her.

  She kisses my lips briefly and pulls back smiling. “I hate that I have to leave.”

  I hold her there by her hips. “Then don’t.”

  She laughs. “I have a meeting. Career first.”

  I smile, proud of her. “Damn straight. Go get ‘em.”

  “Dinner tonight?”

  With any other hookup, that would seem like a date and something I would avoid, but with Morgan, that’s our normal. We’re just adding sex into it.

  “I’ll grill.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  The jealous, stupid part of me wants to ask her if she’ll be fucking Chase after this meeting, but I’m not that fucking stupid.

  I resist.

  I don’t own her.

  “I’ll see you later.”

  “Bye.” She kisses me again and then bounces out the front door.

  Maybe this will actually work. I don’t feel a sense of dread like I thought I would. Honestly, I feel oddly calm.

  That meeting took forever, and I’m so fucking happy to be back at Ty’s house. I didn’t bother to call first. I never did before, and I’m determined to show him nothing has changed just because we had sex.

  That we can add sex seamlessly into the equation.

  I’m dressed in a sheer, beige wrap dress with lacy sleeves that only goes to mid-thigh and has imprinted daisies throughout. My hair is in a sexy updo with dangling earrings, and I feel sexy.

  I walk through the gate, ready for more Ty. “I’m here! And after the day I’ve had, I’m so fucking ready for you to . . .”

  I stop when I see my brother’s face while he’s manning the grill with a beer in hand. “Ready for what?”

  Ty’s eyes are large as he steps forward. “You get my text?”

  Fuck. I shake my head. I actually left my cellphone in the car and didn’t bother to look at it on my way here.

  Frankie walks through the patio door before I can answer Ty, carrying assorted meat for the grill and smiles when she sees me. “Hey girl, you’re here. Finally. I wasn’t sure if you got my text or not. I was about to come get your ass.”

  Ty takes the meat from Frankie and looks over at me. “Frankie and Jay decided we needed a weeknight barbecue.”

  I smile and play along as if I did get their messages. “I think it’s a fabulous idea.”

  I walk up the deck and take a seat in one of the chairs, my eyes gliding over the spot where Ty fucked me only last night. My eyes dart around the deck for my top.

  Ty must know what I’m looking for as he hands the plate to Jay and mouths “I got it” to me.

  I sigh a breath of relief, and Frankie takes a seat next to me. “Long day?”

  “Sounded like it when she first got here.” A steak sizzles on the grill as Jay drops it.

  I shrug. “Not too bad. Just a boring meeting with lawyers for Chase’s newest promo deal.”

  “Look at you, fancy girl.” Frankie smiles as she feels the fabric of my bell sleeve. “I fucking love this dress.”

  I smile as Jay rolls his eyes, and I’m sure he hates the dress. It shows off a ton of leg and cleavage, but to his credit, he doesn’t say a word.

  All I can think about is Ty. Every second of our night together has been playing through my head all day, and I want more. I watch him talking and laughing with Jay as they grill and give each other shit. He’s wearing jeans and a dark blue polo, freshly showered and shaved, the sleeves of his shirt tight around his muscled biceps.

  I want so much more.

  “Earth to Morgan.” Shit. Frankie snaps her fingers in front of my face as I’m totally busted, ogling Ty, and I turn my focus to her.

  “What’s up?”

  She’s eyeing me with that laser-like suspicion. “You okay?”

  I nod. “I’m totally fine.” I stand up. “I just think we need to balance out all of that meat with a salad.” I look in Ty’s direction again. “Please tell me you have some vegetables.”

  He smiles and puts his beer down on the glass table, walking in my direction. “Yup, I think we can find some.”

  “Well, hurry the fuck up, I’m starving.” Jay flips a hamburger as Frankie joins him, and I walk into Ty’s kitchen. He closes the door behind us.

  He walks to the fridge, grabbing lettuce, carrots, and tomatoes. “You definitely didn’t get my text, huh?”

  I grab a large bowl. “No. I was too busy thinking about all of the things you were going to do to me tonight.”

  He closes the fridge and turns to me, looking almost pained. “Why the fuck does your brother have to be here right now?”

  I smile as I place the bowl on the counter and walk to him, placing my hands on his chest. “So, if it were just Frankie outside, you’d fuck me here and now?”

  He places the vegetables on the counter, spinning my body around to face the sink, his larger body crowding mine. “I’d fuck you if the pope was outside.”

  I reach behind me, my fingers tangling in his hair, wanting him. “So, do it.”

  His lips slide over my bare neck. “The pope wouldn’t kill me. Jay would.”

  I wiggle my ass backwards against him, not playing fair and not caring. “So, make it quick.”

  “Morgan . . .” his growl is whispered into my ear, and it sends shivers through my body. “I don’t have a condom on me. We have to get back out there.”

  I press my ass against his growing erection and grip his hair as I lean back into him. Ty’s kitchen doesn’t have a window from the back. No one can see us, although they could walk in. “I’ll make you a deal, Ty.” His right hand smooths over my stomach, causing a delicious friction when the fabric slides over my skin. “You don’t fuck anyone without a condom, and I won’t either.” He groans, his mouth close to my ear as his hips buck forward and grind between my legs. “I’ve been on the pill for years.”

  I know he’s at war with himself. I know he wants to give in. I can feel how tense his body is, full of need.

  “God, you tempt me more than anyone else.”

  I take his hand and move it under the front of the dress, over my bare breast and moan when his thumb and finger clasp my hardened nipple, pinching and teasing as my head rests against his chest and his other hand slides under my dress, finding my lacy thong.

  “Fuck, Morgan.”

  My hand moves to his jeans, undoing the button and sliding the zipper down. “Don’t think, Ty.”

  “This is incredibly stupid.” His mouth sucks softly on my neck, his tongue drags over the bare skin as I reach into his briefs, freeing him, feeling his bare cock pressed against me.

  His fingers move the minimal fabric of my thong to the side as he explores my wet slit, and I move my hips backward, wanting him inside me. “Think about it, Ty,” my voice is hoarse with need as my eyes close, and my hand guides his dick to my entrance. “Your cum between my legs, dripping down my thighs.” His thumb circles my clit as I talk, the anticipation killing us both. “Our little secret.”

  “Fuuuck.” It’s as if he can’t take it anymore and plunges into me from behind, filling me as he stills, and we both groan with need and satisfaction, his thumb still teasing my clit.

  “Yes, Tyyyy.” His name drags out as he pulls back and slams into me again. My hands move to the counter in front of me as I brace myself for each powerful thrust.

  He moves his hand from my breast, using his strong arm to wrap around my waist while his fingers tease my clit and his cock enters me at a furious pace. My pussy clenches him tightly, not wanting to let him go, loving each punishing stroke.

  “Fuck Morgan, I’m close.” It’s a harsh gasp as I turn awkwardly, wanting his lips on mine. His mouth finds mine as I feel the build-up low in my belly, my thighs quivering, and we both find releas
e as we kiss and he holds onto me, pressing me against the counter.

  I feel Ty smiling into the kiss as he pulls out of me, turning my body so I’m facing him. His hands encompass my face as he kisses me again and then pulls back slightly.

  “You really are going to get me killed.”

  I smile, coming down from the high as he tucks his dick back in his pants and zips his jeans. “Not a bad way to go?”

  He laughs at that, doing the button of his jeans and running his fingers through his perfect, soft hair. “Not at all.”

  I slide out of my thong, his eyes lingering on the lacy fabric as I step out of it and tuck the fabric into his front pocket. “Our secret.” My eyes meet his, and his lips briefly touch mine before we’re both startled by my brother’s booming voice coming from the deck.

  “What the fuck is taking so long?”

  I step back, smoothing my dress out as Ty grabs the lettuce, opening it and rinsing it in the sink.

  Jay and Frankie come through the door as I grab a cutting board and knife, taking a tomato and cutting into it.

  “Ty’s fridge is freaking disgusting. I had to help him organize it a bit.” I shrug my shoulder, knowing it’s a totally lame explanation, but hoping they buy it as I chop the tomatoes.

  “Men are pigs.” Frankie pops a piece of tomato into her mouth and chews as Jay looks slightly suspicious, but then laughs.

  “Who the fuck organizes their fridge?”

  Ty shreds the lettuce, not looking at me. I can still feel his touch, and I can feel the addiction to him creeping in.

  All I want is for us to be left alone again.

  I take a seat next to Frankie and Morgan with Jay across from me at the glass patio table. I’m trying to focus on anything, but Morgan and her full, swollen lips. Lips that were just briefly on mine. Way too briefly.

  I want nothing more than to kick Frankie and Jay out, taking Morgan upstairs and not fucking leaving for days, but I can’t.