TYSON CAINE: Book 1 in the Brothers in Arms Series (Brothers in Arms Book 1)

by Aleya Michelle

  I gaze into her eyes, reconfirming my love for her and the assurance that this is happening. She nods and smiles.

  My lips pounce on hers, and I kiss her more passionately and powerful than ever, our tongues entwining. My hands rub along her bare skin, her stomach, and down to her naked core. I gently graze her thigh; as I explore higher, I feel she is wet with excitement. Oh God, I need to touch her there. Softly, I tickle her core making her jolt a little. Ever so slightly, I push inside. Wow, it’s so warm and wet. I make eye contact to get assurance, and she nods smiling.

  So I tenderly massage as she squirms and thrusts her hips. Like any guy, I’ve heard about the infamous clit, but here’s hoping I can find it. Using my other hand, I rub along her folds, and I know I’ve hit the jackpot when her movements become frenzied, and she bucks her hips. I massage softly getting her all hot and bothered.

  “Oh Tyson,” she moans as her nails dig into my back.

  “You make me so hot,” I whisper as I continue to pleasure her.

  “I want you, Tyson,” she whispers through her moan.

  I can’t refuse her, so I push down my shorts and briefs. I’m harder than I’ve ever been before. When her hand cups my cock I jump from the amazing sensation. She strokes up and down squeezing slightly.

  “Do you have protection, Tyson?” she asks me whispering.

  Thank God, I have my wallet in my shorts—the Lord above is by my side for once. I’m also grateful that Tyler threw me a couple of condoms as a joke when Brooke and I started dating. I hastily dig into my shorts and wallet and remove the foil packet, ripping it open. Brooklyn takes it from me and goes under the covers catching me by surprise by first licking, then sucking my length, before rolling the condom onto my hardness.

  Oh God, that feels amazing.

  When she comes up for air, she is now on top so she positions herself over my cock. Slowly and gently, she pushes her wetness and opening over my hardness. She pauses looking a little pained from the discomfort of her first time. There is a little resistance, and then, ever so slowly, I become lost inside her inch by inch, slow and perfect until I’m completely buried inside her. She leans down and kisses me softly. Then she starts to move up and down gently as she adjusts to the feeling.

  Fuck, she feels incredible! So warm and wet and perfect.

  She moves faster now up and down, sliding my cock in and out of her. This right here is heaven on earth.

  “I want you on top, baby,” she whispers again.

  We stop to change positions. I’m a little nervous—I don’t want to hurt her. I climb on top giving her a little space and find her opening, God, she is wet, and it makes me wild to know I turn her on so much. I push gently, slowly inching in a little more each time, and then I’m completely filling her.

  “God, I love you, Brooklyn,” I whisper to her and look into her gorgeous blue eyes. She smiles and thrusts upwards, giving the hint that it’s okay to move even though I’m sure she is sore down there.

  “I love you too, Tyson,” she replies sincerely.

  I thrust inside her still gently, but with a little more force each time. Together, we create a beautiful rhythm as we are connected as much as physically and emotionally possible. I increase my speed a little, then I rub her clit hoping she will orgasm.

  She moans as I massage faster to increase her pleasure. I feel her body stiffen and then shake beneath me as her wave of pleasure explodes and she comes with me inside her. I couldn’t be any more turned on or hard, so after three more thrusts, I feel my own orgasm building. It’s so intense and magical. I thrust and convulse as my release hits, and I topple into oblivion, feeling more fucking fantastic than I ever thought possible.

  I look deep into Brooklyn’s eyes—they are like home to me. We both smile with our unspoken words. We know that it doesn’t get much better than this.

  Isn’t this the night every girl dreams about? The epic event about the perfect dress, glamorous hair, makeup, and who’s going with who. Well, not this girl.

  Ever since Tyson and I made love, I just can’t get enough of him—my fear of public display of affection has totally vanished. I now kiss him every chance I get, if he doesn’t beat me to it first that is. We seize every opportunity to be alone; our bodies entwined fit together perfectly. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of him. I love him with every ounce of my being.

  So back to prom … I’d much rather be curled up on the couch with my man, just him and I without the Chelsea and other bimbo cheerleaders of the world. Her and her sheep are nasty and have tried numerous times to belittle and degrade me. Her rumor about being pregnant has backfired too, yet Tyler still puts up with her.

  She gets under my skin so badly sometimes that I just want to rip her blond Barbie hair out and watch the blood trickle from her scalp. Kind of gory, but God, I despise her.

  But, of course, Tyson is on the football team, so he has to go to prom. And if we can keep to our own little group, it might not be too bad. It will be one of our last nights out together before I travel to college. I hate the thought of leaving him, but I promised Mom I’d follow my dream and that is dancing in New York. So I want tonight to be special and meaningful for that reason.

  The thing I love most about Tyson, is the way he makes me feel like I’m the only girl in the room, even when there are fifty others. He gives me his complete attention, and I’ve even noticed his smile grow wider when he sees me. I feel the exact same way.

  Cassie and I went dress shopping last week, and I’m totally improving at retail therapy. I chose an emerald green low cut dress with a few rhinestones on the top. It’s satin and hugs my figure nicely. It’s pretty short, but I don’t mind showing a little leg. The saleslady told me it’s very elegant. I kind of want Tyson to be impressed too, maybe even blown away.

  My bestie sets my hair in rollers since my hair is so dead straight, but it needs something else done with it.

  “Lots of hairspray, Brooke,” she tells me winking. “The key is hairspray and bobby pins. I’ll have you looking gorgeous in no time,” Cassie declares as she starts to unwind the rollers and beautiful curls bounce free.

  Now for the makeup, I’m putting all of my trust in Cas and I’m feeling nervous. “Don’t make me look like a two-dollar hooker, okay?” I declare as I’ve seen the way she does her own at times. Though I would never tell her that.

  “I’m just doing light foundation, powder, and smoky eyes. My red ruby lipstick is not going to suit you, that’s for sure,” she says sarcastically.

  “I’ve had enough red from my dancing recitals. Don’t you have a pale pink?” I question her. Less is more, especially for this tomboy.

  “You are asking the makeup queen if I have a pale pink? I have petal pink, candy pink, dusty rose, or a darker coral pink,” she says sarcastically. All right, maybe a stupid question.

  “Ha-ha, I should have known you would have a wide variety. You are the expert. Just nothing too bright,” I plead with her. I hate looking fake, especially at these events. I don’t want to be another sheep that follows the flock.

  I like to think of myself as being unique and one of a kind. I’m pretty much a tomboy—dancing is the most feminine thing that I do. Besides that, I love hockey, football, and all the male sports. I even give Tyson a run for his money.

  Sometimes, I wonder what Tyson sees in me. I’m nothing like the other girls at my school. But then Tyson is nothing like the other guys either.

  Cassie and Luke split up two weeks ago. She said it was mutual, but she also kind of initiated it. The spark between them was dying. I haven’t spoken to him, so I hope there won’t be any bad blood tonight.

  “I’ll be playing the field. Who the hell needs a date when I can have fun with a few guys?” she replies in her usual confident cocky tone when Tyson asks if she is going solo.

  Prom starts at six; we are at my place and are pretty much all dressed and dolled up by five-thirty so we have a sneaky drink that Cassie smuggled into her overnig
ht bag. A few swigs of tequila, and we are feeling on top of the world.

  I slip on my silver heels that strap across my ankle, and then borrow some of Cassie’s minty mouth spray before we head out into the lounge room.

  “Oh, Brooklyn, my girl, you look so beautiful,” Dad declares when he sees me. I smile at his compliment. “Your mother would be so proud, sweetheart,” he tells me as tears well up in his eyes.

  Well shit, now the tears are welling up in my eyes. I exhale a deep breath, not letting the tears fall and smudge my perfect makeup.

  “Thanks, Dad,” I tell him and kiss his cheek as he embraces me.

  “Okay, photo time. One in here and a couple in the garden,” he orders me, and I shake my head but do it anyway. I know he feels like he needs to make an extra fuss because Mom isn’t here, so I will let him. I strike a pose for photo number one. The camera flashes.

  “You hop in the next one, Mr. Waters, and I’ll take it,” Cassie tells Dad sweetly.

  I give her a warm smile. That was such a sweet thing to do. He hugs me tight as we get a nice photo together.

  “Now, you too, Dylan,” Cassie orders and Dylan rolls his eyes, but does what he is told. I always wondered if he had a secret crush on Cassie.

  I’m in the middle with Dad and Dylan is on either side. I’m sure Mom is here in spirit. After a couple of more outdoor shots in front of Dad’s prize rose garden, Cassie’s parents turn up for photos. They don’t stay for long—I’m surprised they came at all, actually. They are high-class lawyers and are usually at work until late every night.

  I hear the roar of Tyson’s truck engine. Even after six months together, I still get giddy when I know he is here. God, I hope he likes my dress and my hair.

  As he walks toward me, I strike a dance pose with my right hand on my hip, showing a little more leg than I should. But goddamn just to see the look on my man’s face is worth it.

  He does a double take, and his eyes are almost popping out of his head. The smile on his face is enormous, and he practically runs toward me. He lifts me up in his arms embracing me tight to his body. “Damn woman, you surprise me every time. You are the most beautiful woman in the universe,” he announces as I reach down to kiss his lips. Does he rehearse these lines or what?

  As he places me back down on planet earth, I step back and take him in.

  He looks edible dressed in his rented tux. His black pants are tight in the ass just how I like them, and his tie and vest are emerald green to match my dress. Very suave indeed.

  “You, Mr. Caine, look hot,” I proclaim truthfully.

  “We make one hot couple, don’t we?” he declares now chuckling. If anything, neither of us is vain, so that comment makes us laugh.

  “You two are totally a smoking hot couple,” I hear Cassie announce making us laugh again.

  “Smile for the camera,” she tells us so we smile and pull faces. Tyson kisses my cheek as the camera flashes over and over. Finally, we will have some photos that won’t look fake.

  “Oh my God, Brooklyn, you look beautiful,” I hear Rose’s lovely voice call out as her and Tommy climb out of the truck.

  I’m so glad she came for photos. Such a sweet lady and a mother figure… possible future mother-in-law. I run up to her hugging her tight.

  “Thank you, Rose,” I say to her smiling in her presence. “Your son scrubbed up pretty good too,” I state to her honestly.

  “He sure did. You two are the most beautiful couple,” she declares, and Tyson comes over on cue for a group hug.

  “More photo opportunities,” Cassie broadcasts as we look her way and smile.

  “You too, Thomas,” I call out to Tom waving him over as he obliges and jumps in. I don’t even feel like I’ve faked one smile; it’s never a chore with Tyson and both our families around.

  I catch a glimpse of Jake walking up the driveway. He looks damn fine in his charcoal grey tux with black tie. He really is a great looking guy.

  “Hope you don’t mind, I thought we could all go together,” Tyson tells me, and I nod and smile. Jake is Tyson’s best friend like Cassie is mine, so both are always welcome.

  “Hey, dude,” he says as he and Tyson high five.

  “You look stunning, Brooklyn,” he tells me kissing my cheek. Such a sweetheart.

  “You look stunning too, Cas,” he proclaims to Cassie making her smile and unsure of where to look. Have I missed something there? Tyson looks in my direction and raises his eyebrows.

  Dad is letting us take his car tonight because it’s more spacious and classy. Hiring a limo or flash car is out of our league and price range.

  “Okay, we have to get going,” Cassie shouts. I guess she is in charge of the night. We nod and wave and say our good-byes, and finally, we are on our way.

  “Why do I feel nervous?” I say out loud. I hate this unnerving feeling. I mean I dance on a stage in front of hundreds of people yet this makes me nervous.

  “You look gorgeous, and that is all that matters,” Tyson tells me making me smile and warming my heart.

  As we enter our senior prom, the hall looks freaking amazing. The committee did a fantastic job. The theme is ‘Afterglow’ and it is breathtaking. The room is glowing with illuminated fairy lights and columns with LED lights wrapped in procession.

  Cobalt blue balloons are bunched perfectly in every corner; there is a smoky fountain and water feature with more LED lights reflecting outward. Shimmering moon and stars are hanging from the ceiling, and every table has silver metallic table runners and the starburst and diamond centerpieces are the belles of the ball. So fantastic!

  “Wow, this looks awesome,” I declare as I enter hand in hand with my man.

  Cassie and Luke enter behind us. The trip was relaxed with the way they get along and chat like old friends. They both had a flask and were swapping drinks. Hopefully, that isn’t regretted later.

  We decide to sit at one of the back tables. Tyson’s friends from football are at the next table along, so there are plenty of high fives and handshakes. Cassie and I place our purses on the table. Cas loaned me a silver bag that fits everything perfectly.

  There are cobalt blue heart-shaped boxes of chocolates and a bow in front of each seat for us to keep. Cute idea. I must tell Suzie, who runs the prom committee, that everything is perfect.

  Tyson doesn’t leave my side for long. After he has socialized with his team, he grabs my hand and pulls me toward the dance floor. He is full of surprises tonight.

  “I didn’t think you like to dance, Mr. Caine,” I say cheekily to him.

  “Dancing with you is something I like,” he replies as he pulls me flush to his body. Dancing in the fabricated moonlight with this special guy is so extraordinary. Once, my best friend, and now, he is so much more. My lover, soul mate, and my forever.

  Mom would be so happy we are together. We are the perfect fit. If only we realized earlier it was impossible to spoil our friendship, as our love has only made it stronger. Strong as steel.

  Tyson kisses me, and I’m totally lost in the moment. It’s not until Tyson nudges me that I look at what is unfolding on the dance floor. Jake has asked Cassie to dance, and she accepted. Squeal.

  “Oh my God,” I whisper to Tyson smiling.

  I can’t believe I never noticed they have feelings for each other before. Now, it’s so evident. They dance together, laugh, and at one point, I see them stare into each other’s eyes. They look so cute together. It’s all very innocent so far, but now, I have great plans for the both of them. The night has actually been fun, and the music has been a mixture of old and new, which I love.

  I have glanced Chelsea’s way a couple of times, and her dress is totally over the top. It’s a hot pink halter neck with her boobs pushed up; the middle material of her dress is sheer that she covers with a sash when the teachers are around. The length is bordering too short for prom, but with her mom on the committee, she would get away with murder. As if she can tell just how badly I don’t want to be near
her, Chelsea comes up to me right as Tyson heads to get us a drink.

  “Don’t get any ideas about being prom queen. It’s my title,” she declares to me in her usual rude voice.

  “What makes you think I would want that title?” I question her. I couldn’t think of anything worse.

  “Every girl wants to be prom queen,” she says.

  “No, you are wrong. This girl is not remotely interested in becoming a fake queen with a plastic crown and having a herd of people following me around,” I announce to her feeling frustrated that she is accusing me of something so ridiculous.

  “You are just jealous. The only thing that follows you around are the flies.”

  “Go screw yourself, Chelsea,” I almost scream, completely pissed off with Barbie.

  “Why would I do that when I have Tyler to screw me?” she replies sarcastically.

  “Ha-ha, well, he screws anything with a pulse, so that says a lot about you,” I state kind of wishing I hadn’t stooped to her level with the insults.

  “You bitch,” she screams, and her hand reaches out to slap my face. Thank God for fast reflexes. I block her hand and manage to slap it away.

  She runs at me this time, but two of her pack grab her. “Chelsea, stop or you will get kicked out,” they say to her reminding her of the rules.

  She exhales a deep breath and storms off, with her pack of sheep trailing after her. Good riddance.

  “Did she really try to slap you?” Tyson asks me as he places our drinks on the table and wraps his arms around me.

  “Yep, my ninja skills saved me,” I joke to him, but it’s kind of true.

  He chuckles, yet I see his eyebrow rise. I’m sure he is wondering if I provoked her or antagonized her a little. I’m not going to sugarcoat her slutty reputation just to stop a catfight.

  “How ‘bout we get out of here? I’ve been a good sportsman and showed my face, but now, I want to make out with you, baby,” he states giving me a wink.