Tyson: Broken Hill Boys (Novella 4)

by Sheridan Anne

  Am I shooting myself in the foot coming to this party? It’s not like I wasn’t invited, though I can guarantee that the majority of the people who show up tonight won’t have been invited. Am I making matters worse by showing up and demanding her presence? Maybe I’ll just hang low and keep an eye on her.

  Shit. I sound like a fucking stalker. Am I that hung up on this girl? What a stupid thing to say. I know damn well that I’m hung up on her. I have been for well over a year now.

  Why can’t I move on from her? Brylee has this insane ability to draw me in even when I don’t want her to. Take now for instance. I hear that she’s home and within seconds, I’m out the fucking door. What the hell is wrong with me? She’s just some random chick.

  No. That couldn’t be further from the truth.

  Brylee is no random chick. She’s the fucking shining star of Broken Hill. She’s the one we’ll all be seeing on the next ‘youngest self-made billionaires’ list. She’s the one who is going to shine the brightest, make it the furthest, and have it all. No wonder she’s not interested in getting with me. I’m a dumbass high school kid who's more interested in fucking around at wild parties.

  If only I was born a year earlier and could show her that I’m going places. Maybe then I’ll be in with a shot.

  Did I mention how fucking beautiful she is? She’s my golden girl. Long blonde hair that usually gets thrown up into a bun and deep blue eyes that are generally framed by librarian glasses, making her look the perfect mix of nerd sexy. Not to mention, the light array of freckles that are sprinkled over her nose, a symbol of her love for the sun. She doesn’t wear makeup and she doesn’t give a shit how she dresses, but when she goes out to party and wants to put a little effort in…fuck. She’s radiant, just like I know she’ll be tonight.

  If only I could kiss her one more time. Maybe she’ll finally feel that connection and realize that she should be with me. Don’t get me wrong, the wild, spontaneous sex over the past year has been incredible, but I crave so much more with her. I want to be her man, and I want her to be proud to call me that.

  Fuck, I’d give anything to have that. This bullshit has been torturing me for too long and I’m sick of diving into random pussy just to dull the ache. Surely, she must feel something for me, otherwise, she wouldn’t keep coming back the way she does.

  Maybe I love her. I don’t fucking know, but what I do know is that she’s in my head and it doesn’t look like she’s leaving any time soon.

  I pull up at the party and drive right up over the grass, parking next to Jesse’s Range Rover. There are people everywhere. It looks like the whole fucking college has turned up for this party.

  As I get out of my car, I find Jesse and Kaylah making their way inside and I hurry to catch up with them. “What’s going on?” I say, throwing my arm over Kaylah’s shoulder as she allows Jesse to drag her through the door.

  Kaylah beams up at me but her response is cut off by her glaring boyfriend. “Get your filthy hands off my girl.”

  I smirk at Jesse and pull Kaylah in closer, knowing just how much the prick hates it. Realizing I’m in too much of a good fucking mood and that I’m going to challenge him on every little thing, he lets it go and continues his way through the party with us following behind.

  The place is fucking packed. The furniture has been moved to the sides of the room, a keg sits upon the counter, and peoples’ bodies are packed in like sardines.

  We’re hardly even through the front door when I start scanning for her. We find Jackson and Elle across the room and start making our way to them after stopping to grab a beer, but where is Bry?

  I look back over my shoulder as we say ‘hey’ to Jackson and Elle when I finally find her out through the kitchen window. She stands among the girls, each of them with some ridiculous chick drink in their hands.

  As if sensing me, she looks back and it’s fucking everything. The moment those deep blue eyes land on mine, warmth spreads throughout me. Without a doubt, she’s my girl. It’s been months since I’ve laid my eyes on this woman and I figured that the time away from her will dull this need within me, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. If anything, I want her more than ever before.

  Desire pools in her eyes and has me ready to get my ass out there and make her mine, only in the space of two seconds, that desire morphs into something else; terror.

  My brows furrow as I watch her and realize that she’s scared. She doesn’t want me near her and she doesn’t want to fall into that same repetitive trap. This is her warning to stay away and it absolutely guts me, but she should know by now that I’m not one for playing by the rules.

  I raise my chin, ignoring her warning as a wide smile spreads over my face. I watch her go to mush and my stomach twists. I absolutely love her reactions to me, but it’s nothing in comparison to when I actually get to touch her. Though one thing is startlingly clear, you don’t look at someone and light up this way if you don’t have some sort of feelings for them, right?

  Brylee is mine, it’s as clear as the sky is blue, but convincing her of that is something else entirely.

  I hang out with the boys, giving her the space that she thinks she needs, yet I find it impossible to take my eyes off her. She does her best to pretend that I don’t exist, but every time her eyes meet mine across the room, she lights up like the most spectacular display of fireworks. It’s like an epic game of cat and mouse and I quickly realize that despite the countess parties Jesse and I have been to and had over the past year, this is by far my favorite.

  She’s keeping her distance on purpose and it’s damn obvious that she won’t be making her way to me anytime soon. I’m more than happy to wait her out, knowing that at some point, she’ll drink enough and forget all the reasons why she’s trying to keep away, but I’d prefer her to have a clear mind.

  To wait or to take a fucking shot? Yeah…I’m done waiting.

  The second I take a step in Brylee’s direction; her eyes widen and her head whips back around to her friends. I grin as I watch her dancing and swaying that sexy body to the music, silently hoping that I’m not coming her way.

  Tora’s already dancing with Nate and Puck’s tongue is down Courtney’s throat. Brooke is in her own world leaving Brylee wide open. As I make my way out back, girls start pulling at my chest yet I push them off. I don’t get anywhere near the same kind of rush with random chicks that I get with Brylee. With her, it’s intense, every touch, every whisper, it’s like our bodies are on fire, but with other girls, it’s just something to dull the ache while I wait for Brylee to come around.

  I’m no fool. I know that it may never happen, but I’d be an idiot not to give it another shot. The only question is, how many shots do I need to give before I realize that she’ll never cave? Either way, it’ll all be worth it just to feel her burning skin beneath mine.

  I step in behind her, pressing my chest right up against her back as I take her hips. I wasn’t fucking wrong, her skin burns with my touch and it’s the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever experienced. How have I gone so many months without her touch?

  Brylee’s back straightens and I lean into her, skimming my lips over her neck. “Relax.”

  “What do you think you’re doing?” she questions, though she doesn’t attempt to step out of my hold.

  “Just say the word, Freckles, and I’ll go.”

  Brylee turns in my arms and her hands fall to my chest as she looks up at me. “You know I can’t do that.” I grin down at her, taking in those beautiful eyes up close. “You need to stay away.”

  I shake my head, physically unable to look away. “You know I can’t do that, Bry.”

  “Tyson,” she sighs, filled with regret, clearly not wanting to have to tell me ‘no’ again.

  “It’s a party, baby. Just dance with me.”

  She watches me for a moment longer, deep in thought before a sparkle appears in her eyes. She drops her gaze to my lips for the briefest second before she begins raising up onto
her tippy toes. My hands at her hips slide around her waist until I’m holding her close with her tight little body pressed up against mine.

  I breathe her in. She’s fucking everything.

  Desire floods in her eyes as her lips hover just in front of mine. I’d give anything to close the distance and feel her lips on mine again.

  She leans in, finally being the one to make the move. Brylee’s eyes flick up to mine for a beat before she grins. “Don’t make me regret this.”

  With that, she drops away and spins in my arms until her back is firmly pressed against my chest again.

  Well, fuck me. A deprived groan pulls from deep within me. So fucking close. I should have just closed the gap when I had the chance.

  Brylee laughs as she begins swaying to the music and despite knowing I’ll be ending the night with an intense case of blue balls, I wouldn’t pass this up for anything.

  The hours pass and not once does Bry move from my side, always smiling up at me with that look in her eyes, telling me she wants so much more, but the second I give her the chance to take it, she backs the fuck off, leaving me as confused as ever.

  Tora and Brooke disappear while the boys fuck around and get drunk with their girls. It’s the best fucking night of the year so far and it’s all because of this beauty standing right next to me. I don’t get it, though, if she didn’t want to be with me, why the hell does she keep giving me this false hope?

  It’s past 4 am when the last person staggers out the door with heavy eyes. Jesse fucked off ages ago with Kaylah. I have no idea what happened to Puck and Courtney but it probably has something to do with screwing in the back of his Escalade. Nate? Most likely already asleep in Tora’s bed. Elle got sick on Tequila shots and was throwing up in the garden with Jackson so I wouldn’t be surprised if he carried her home. Leaving Maxen who is most likely at home, crying about his failed attempts to get back with Brooke. I guess we’re all fucked up in our own ways.

  Tora and Brooke’s house is a mess and I cringe at the thought of them having to clean it up in the morning, though knowing Brooke, she’ll probably just hire someone to do it. Brylee spins around the kitchen, dancing to the music that still plays lowly as background noise.

  We really should be getting out of here and letting Brooke and Tora get some uninterrupted sleep, but I can’t bring myself to call it a night. I’m not ready to have her walk away and forget about me again. The thought…fuck. It kills me.

  Brylee laughs to herself as I drop down onto the couch and put my feet up. I’m exhausted. Tonight has been massive, but keeping up with Brylee as she let loose and enjoyed her night was a huge fucking task, but I was more than up for the challenge.

  Brylee laughs as she sashays out of the kitchen, turning off the light as she goes. “Come on,” she says, passing in front of the couch that’s been jammed right up against the wall. “We should get out of here.”

  My arm snakes out and curls around her toned waist before giving her a tug. Brylee crashes down onto the couch with a laugh that comes out as more of a squeal. She reaches for me, grabbing hold of my shoulders as her body crashes into the soft cushions. “What are you doing?” she squeaks, enjoyment beaming from her eyes.

  I come crashing down on top of her. “This party ain’t even close to being over.”

  “Are you crazy?” she laughs, wrapping her arms around my neck. “There’s no one here.”

  I look down at her, taking in the beautifully soft lines of her face. She’s so fucking gorgeous. “There’s you and me, Freckles, and that’s all that counts.”

  Bry’s eyes soften with the old nickname and I can’t help reaching up and running my fingers down the side of her face, brushing the stray strands of hair back just so I can see every little bit of her.

  Brylee leans into my touch as desire pools in her eyes and before I know it, her arms are tightening around my neck and she’s pulling me down to her. Brylee crushes her lips to mine and a groan travels up my throat.

  Fuck, yes. This is exactly the kind of rush that I’ve been searching for.

  My hand falls to her waist and slips up under the hem of her shirt, feeling that creamy skin of hers beneath my fingers. Bry arches up into me, pushing her chest up into mine and I take over control, knowing exactly what she needs and exactly how she likes it.

  I kiss her deeply as desperation takes over us. Brylee scrambles for my shirt, tugging it over my head while I do the same to her. My shirt has barely even hit the floor before she’s reaching for my belt buckle.

  Brylee gets my jeans undone and pushes them down past my hips, letting my dick spring free. Her hand wraps around me, curling into a tight fist and forcing a low groan from my throat.

  Fuck, I need to touch her.

  I reach up her skirt and hook my fingers over her lace thong before tearing them down her legs and grabbing hold of her waist.

  I pull her up off the couch while letting myself crash back down onto it. I bring Brylee down on top of me until she’s straddling my hips and the second she can, she crushes her lips back to mine.

  A wild need pulses through both of us and with her lips still on mine, she takes hold of me and raises up on her knees. Brylee guides me to her entrance and before I know it, we’re both groaning as she sinks down on top of me.

  Chapter 5

  Brylee

  A deep rumble echoes through my pounding skull as consciousness begins to return. What the hell was that noise?

  I clench my eyes as my face twists into the most unladylike morning scowl. God, why do I have to wake up so early? I’m not even close to getting the hundred hours of sleep per night that my body requires to function like a normal human being, and besides, I’m way too comfortable in these warm arms.

  Wait. Fuck. Warm arms? I did it again.

  Shit.

  I peel my eyes open into the bright morning light and my head screams at me for all my shitty decisions.

  Please have clothes on. Please have clothes on.

  Maybe we just fooled around a little. You know, a little kiss here and there with a bit of over the clothes touchy-feeling stuff going on. Maybe I didn’t actually screw him while blind drunk. Who am I kidding? This is Tyson Wilder. Of course I screwed him. I screwed him until we couldn’t tell whose body parts belonged to who. He’s my weakness and the second he touches me, desire pulses through my veins and I turn into a horny bitch with no morals or boundaries.

  I lift my head off Tyson’s naked chest and look down our bodies. Yep, definitely naked. There’s no chance that I told him ‘no’ last night. If anything, I probably begged him for it. God, I’m such a needy whore when it comes to this man. So much for staying away from him.

  A noise down the hallway has me jumping into action.

  I wriggle out of Tyson’s warm arms and can’t help but look down at him in the process. He really is a spectacular looking guy. He’s everything. Shit, he’s more than everything. Beautiful olive skin, hazel eyes, and a smirk that could have a woman’s underwear spontaneously disintegrate. He’s got that whole dark and mysterious vibe going on and it gets me every time. All he needs to do is flash me that smile and I’m putty in his hands.

  I need to be stronger. I can’t allow myself to keep falling into his trap. I need to focus on school. I didn’t get this far just to give it all up because I’m distracted by a boy with a devilish smile and a bad reputation.

  As I get to my feet, my head begins to spin and I regret taking that last shot of Tequila with Elle, though at least I didn’t end up throwing it up in the garden outside like she did. My feet instantly ache from all the dancing that I shouldn’t have been doing and I begin searching for my underwear. I find my bra hanging off the back of the couch and struggle to get the clasp done behind my back before finding my thong shoved down beside Tyson.

  I chuckle to myself as he lays there with his dick hanging out for the world to see and have to slap a hand over my mouth as he groans and rolls over, showing off that perfect ass of his. I free
ze while sucking in a breath. Oh, shit. Please don’t wake up! I am so not ready to face my mistakes just yet. Tyson grumbles in his sleep and nuzzles his face deeper into the cushion and before I know it, he’s back in a deep sleep and I let out my breath. Thank God.

  Knowing I don’t have much time, I turn on my heel and start for the bathroom.

  My feet curse me with every step I take and as I go, the memories of exactly what happened on that couch start flooding in. His hands gripping my ass, Tyson deep inside me as I rode him like a cowgirl, his lips on my neck, and the sheer desperation…I mean, that was just something else. Tyson and I have always had incredible sex. He has a talent for knowing exactly what I want and he hits the mark every single time. It’s hands-down the best sex I’ve ever had.

  It all happened so fast. One second I was laughing as he pulled me down to the couch and the next, I was grabbing his very big dick and sinking down onto him. Wait. Did we even use a condom? I try to think clearly, but the memories are fuzzy. Please tell me that I got a condom and sheathed that beastly monster. If I didn’t…crap, that’s not even something I’m willing to think about.

  “No, no, no, no,” I repeat to myself over and over again, making a promise that I’ll go back and check every inch of the floor, dive through the couch and cushions, check freaking everywhere until I find that foil wrapper and ease my racing, terrified heart. Though wouldn’t I have him leaking out of me if we didn’t? Gross, that’s not something I want to be thinking about right now.

  I push my way into the bathroom, completely unaware of my surroundings until it’s too late. The door closes behind me which is when I realize that I just barged my way in here right in front of Tora. I groan to myself. I can only imagine what she just saw. Hell, my bra strap is falling off my shoulder, my thong is crooked, and I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s mascara smudged all over my face.