So Revealing (Happy Endings Book Club, Book 3)

by Kylie Gilmore

  “I could always give you a return hand job,” she offered.

  “We’ll see after you get yours.”

  “I don’t think I’ve ever talked quite so much about my orgasm with a man before.”

  “Yeah, I put it all out there. I told ya what you see is what you get with me. No secrets.”

  She swallowed, having more than her share of secrets.

  They reached the master bedroom and Ty snagged the flashlight from her hands and set it on the floor near the wall of mirrors. He tried a few different spots for it at different angles until he was satisfied.

  He took off his robe, tossing it to the side, and tied the towel tighter around his waist. “That’s as secure as I can make it. Take off your shirt and bra.”

  “You take it off.”

  He ignored her request, busying himself running his fingers through her hair. “Then turn around, cup your breasts, and look at how beautiful you are.”

  She blinked rapidly, eyes hot. She didn’t feel beautiful and she definitely didn’t want to look at herself. She wanted to look at him. Years of emotional eating had given her a love-hate relationship with her body. Not to mention all her other health problems. She knew she was fit and toned now. But that fact never sank in deep enough to where she felt good about her body. Accomplished, yes, but not good.

  Ty took over, stripping her sweater and shirt off, tossing them over his shoulder, and undoing the bra with one quick movement before sliding it off and tossing it too. He turned her to the mirror, cupping her breasts with his large hands, holding them so his fingers scissored her nipples tightly. The intense pleasure won over her initial reluctance. She watched as he kissed along her neck and up to her ear, his hot breath fanning over the sensitive shell of her ear. “See? So beautiful.”

  He massaged and stroked her breasts, making her moan. She leaned back and melted against his heat, her head resting on his shoulder. His hand slid straight down her stomach to the button of her pants. He spoke in her ear. “Now we’re getting into dangerous territory. No matter how good this feels, don’t beg me to fuck you. We’ll get to that on our second date with protection.”

  She smiled. It was almost funny, his assurance of her begging. On top of that, his complete confidence of a second date, of guaranteed sex on that date.

  He cupped her firmly between the legs and she lost her smile. “Got it?” he prompted.

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  He grunted and reached both hands around to unbutton and unzip her pants. He pushed them down, pulling her bikini panties with them, and helped her out of them, leaving her high-heeled sandals on. He stood and slid his fingers unerringly to pleasure central. She bucked against his hand.

  “So sensitive,” he rasped in her ear. She wasn’t normally; she suspected it was all Ty. “Let’s see what you like.”

  His fingers were wicked, stroking up and down her, swirling, pinching, watching her responses in the mirror. Everything he did felt amazing. He slid his fingers inside her, stroking on the inside, and her knees buckled.

  “Oh yeah,” he rumbled in her ear, “I got you now.” He kept it up, his fingers stroking deep inside her, and then he shifted the heel of his hand, pressing firmly on the one spot most men couldn’t seem to find. Idiots.

  She panted, eyes closed, the sensations overwhelming her. “You’re a genius.”

  He chuckled low in her ear. “Watch. You’re so wet. You’re going to go off so hard.”

  “I’m close,” she said on a gasp.

  “Watch.”

  She shook her head.

  His hand stilled, holding her in firm possession. “You have to surrender to it. I’ll get you close and pull you back as many times as that takes.”

  “Ty,” she moaned.

  “You’ll come a lot more when you trust me to get you there.”

  “I do.”

  “Then watch. I want you to see who’s giving it to you and how amazingly sexy you look when you surrender to pleasure.”

  She throbbed at the words. Ty groaned and pressed his erection against her ass. “This is what you do to me, sexy woman. But I won’t be satisfied until you are.”

  She opened her eyes to watch, expecting to be brought down from the height she’d started to climb, but Ty’s gaze in the mirror was intense. He slid a large hand across her chest to cup her breast and did another wicked stroke on her tender sex. She let out a shaky breath.

  “Good,” he crooned in her ear. “I got you. You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you.”

  She tensed, suddenly feeling trapped with his large body pressing at her back, his hand dominating her sex, his arm across her chest. She tried to move and realized she couldn’t. Her heartbeat thrummed in her ears.

  “Easy,” he said, but his touch was anything but as he pressed her for more, stroking faster and harder, and then leaning down to her neck to suck the tender flesh. Her surrender was shockingly immediate, her entire body softening, her vision dimming to just the beautiful sight of Ty giving and her receiving. She trembled on the brink of the orgasm that had eluded her for so long. He pulled his hand away from where she desperately needed it and tilted her head back for a kiss.

  “I’m so close,” she said urgently.

  He gave her a wicked smile. “I know. Look at how turned on you are.”

  She groaned and met his eyes in the mirror, getting irritated with him.

  “Relax,” he said, stroking her lazily. “We’ve got hours.”

  She opened her mouth to protest when he suddenly lifted her, carrying her to the bed. He set her in the center on a cool sheet and then snagged the flashlight, setting it on the nightstand.

  “I thought you couldn’t control yourself in a bed,” she said.

  He pushed her legs apart and slid his hands under her bottom, lifting her. His words ran hot over her tender sex. “I’ve got to get a taste of sweet Charlotte.” He gazed into her eyes as he took one long taste. She jerked and then melted, her body surrendering to the intensity of Ty.

  His mouth was magic. Nothing had ever felt this good. Her fingers fisted in the sheets as she moved mindlessly against him. Small cries and gasps escaped as he took her higher and higher and then eased her back, letting her know he controlled her pleasure. Something in her snapped, some last bit of tension straining for release, and then she was lost in a haze of white-hot pleasure. Everything narrowed down to Ty’s all-consuming touch as he held her to his pace, sometimes a hard rush of pleasure, sometimes an easy roll, but always, always she trusted him to give her exactly what she needed when she needed it. He hummed against her and then sucked hard. She cried out as the orgasm slammed through her. Shock waves of pleasure radiated from her core and Ty stayed with her as the pleasure sparked on endlessly.

  Finally, she felt him shift away and she let out a long sigh of pure bliss.

  “That was amazing,” he said.

  She murmured agreement.

  He climbed up her body and kissed her; then he dropped to her side and pulled her into his arms, chest to chest, his erection pressing into her belly, his leg wedging between hers.

  “You’re amazing,” she murmured.

  “I know.”

  She ran her hand down his chest toward his erection. “Your turn.”

  He stilled her hand. “I’m not done with you.”

  “N-no.” She bit her lip. “That was…I’ve never come that hard in my life. There’s no way I can do it again.”

  “Of course you can. You’re a multiple orgasm kind of girl.”

  Actually that had never happened. “How do you know that?”

  He stroked her hair. “You’re a multiple jellybean kind of girl.”

  “And that means…?”

  “You naturally enjoy a lot of a good thing.”

  A surge of affection ran through her. She wrapped her arms around his middle and squeezed him tight.

  He cupped her head, his voice rumbling through his chest. “I hope you know we’re having
a second date and a third and a fourth—”

  She interrupted, even though some part of her loved the sweet sentiment. “Let’s just take it one day at a time.”

  His fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back and then skimming kisses gently down her throat, his stubble scraping against the sensitive skin. His tongue dipped between her collarbones before he returned to her mouth, kissing both corners of it. Her lips parted on a sigh. He sucked her lower lip. “You really think any other guy can do what I just did?”

  She smiled. “You certainly don’t have any confidence issues.”

  “You’re the one who said I was amazing, and did I hear correctly? A genius?” He grinned, rolled to his back and hauled her on top of him. He arranged her, spreading her legs so she was cupping his erection over the towel. “You might be the first person to ever say that.”

  She wiggled against him. “Let me help you out.”

  He palmed her ass, stilling her movements. “Tell me a secret, mysterious Charlotte.”

  She dropped her head to his chest, listening to the solid thump of his heart, her own heart pounding. He stroked her hair, waiting patiently.

  She took a deep breath and lifted her head. “Why do you think I’m mysterious?”

  He chucked her under the chin. “Because I sense that while I’m all what you see is what you get, you’re all deep secrets that shall never be revealed. Come on, you told me your no-orgasm secret. Don’t you feel better now?”

  She dropped her head to his chest again. “I don’t have any deep secrets.”

  He trailed his fingers down her spine, giving her shivers. “We’ve got hours to play the secret game.”

  “There are no secrets,” she insisted.

  “Next orgasm is contingent upon a secret reveal,” he said casually.

  She jerked her head up. “Ty! I told you there’s no secrets.”

  “You’re an assassin.”

  “No!”

  “Your parents were assassins.”

  “Nobody was assassinating anybody!”

  She rolled off him and he followed, trapping her under him. He gazed down at her with a slow grin. “Pretty damn touchy for someone who isn’t an assassin.” He shifted, kissing the tender spot under her ear. Warm sensation relaxed her as he worked his way down and then kissed along her shoulder. He shifted lower, cupping her breast and flicking his tongue across her nipple. It tightened into a hard peak. “Nice,” he murmured before scraping his teeth against it. She moaned. His tongue flicked again, playing with her, and then he kissed along the side of her breast. Her fingers tangled in his hair, surrendering to pleasure.

  “Tell me something I don’t know about you,” he urged between soft kisses round and round the aching peak.

  “I’m from New Jersey,” she managed.

  “I know that. What else?” He teased her with his tongue, and then he slid his weight to her side, his other hand sliding over to play with her other breast. The aching need spiked when he sucked her nipple hard just as his hand slid between her legs, stroking in lazy circles. She panted; there was just nothing she wanted more in that moment than Ty inside her.

  “Ty, fuck me.”

  He ignored her, shifting to suckle her other breast, his fingers thrusting inside her.

  She moaned, achy and needing more. “I can’t get pregnant. It’s okay.”

  He released her breast and stared at her. “Are you on the pill?”

  She closed her eyes against the familiar sting. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “Of course it matters.”

  Her throat felt tight. “Just fuck me.”

  “Charlotte, baby, are you okay?”

  And then like a complete idiot, she started to cry.

  Chapter Eight

  Ty swallowed, his own throat tight in sympathy with Charlotte’s tears. He tucked her into his arms, throwing his leg over hers and holding her head against his chest so she’d feel surrounded by the hug. Her shoulders shook with sobs.

  He should’ve kept his big mouth shut.

  It was just that she’d been so cagey in answering his getting-to-know-you questions and it had made him curious. Most women blabbed more than he ever wanted to know. Now he was filled with remorse. Secrets were that way for a reason.

  After a while, she was just sniffling, seeming to be out of tears.

  “Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

  “I don’t even know why I’m crying. It’s stupid.”

  He stroked her hair. “It’s not stupid. It’s a whopper you’ve been hanging onto.”

  She lifted her head and looked at him. He could just make out her shiny eyes in the glow of the flashlight. Killed him.

  “You want to know my secret?” she whispered.

  There was more? He thought her not being able to get pregnant was the big secret.

  He pushed her hair back from her face. “Only if you want to tell me.”

  She took a shaky breath. “I’m only telling you this because I cried all over you. And maybe this will send you running for the hills, but I don’t expect some rosy future, so what the hell.”

  “Whatever you have to say isn’t going to send me running. I told you I want to see you again after this.”

  She shook her head. “You won’t.”

  “Try me.”

  “I’m thirty-one—”

  “Big deal. So am I.”

  “That’s not the secret.”

  “Oh.”

  She rubbed his chest absently. “I’m thirty-one and I’m running out of time to have a baby.”

  “I thought you couldn’t.”

  “My chances of conceiving naturally are really small, like one percent. I had severe endometriosis; it left a lot of scar tissue in my uterus, extremely painful. The doctor removed it surgically a couple of months ago and then she told me when I was ready I should consider in vitro, but not to wait too long because even that would be more difficult the older I got.” She sucked in a deep breath, and he remained utterly still. “So now I’m thinking of blowing all my savings on in vitro with a sperm donor before I run out of time.”

  He was having trouble thinking clearly with all this stunning information. “So you’re on the pill, or you’re not on the pill?” he blurted.

  “That’s not the point!”

  “Okay. What is the point?”

  She blew out a long breath. “I’m not on it because I’m thinking of in vitro. Once I’m back on the pill, it’ll take months to be fertile again.” She got quiet and in the stillness of that moment he realized the longing he’d sensed in Charlotte was not for a partner to love, as he’d hoped, but for a baby to love.

  “You still have a one percent chance,” he said. “Or you could adopt.”

  She put a hand on his cheek and he held it there. “I haven’t told anyone this. I guess because it was so hard to explain why I’d want a baby with my genes and being single. I just feel like it’s something I have to do before it’s too late.”

  So, basically, he was in bed with a woman looking for a settled-down future with kids, with or without a man. Why did she confide in him? Not her family, not her closest friends. Was it because she planned to never see him again? Or was hoping he’d run for the hills? He was the furthest thing from. He was experienced enough to know when that rare connection happened between two people.

  “I’m an idiot,” she said.

  He tugged her hair. “Don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re great. Of course you’d want a baby with your genes. You’re gorgeous and smart and sweet.”

  She was quiet for a long moment, and he gave her the time to let that compliment sink in. Finally, she spoke, her tone serious. “What happens on the boat stays on the boat.”

  He tried to lighten the mood. “I’d love to help you out, but we’ve only had one date. You know I’d be that lucky one percent that plants a seed in there.”

  She didn’t crack a smile. “Turn off the flashlight. And when it co
mes back on, we never speak of what happens in the dark again.”

  “Oh-kay,” he said slowly, unsure what she had in mind. It didn’t feel like a hot and sexy moment, but he was game if she was.

  He snagged the flashlight and turned it off. The darkness was so complete it was like he’d closed his eyes. He eased back to her, not wanting to elbow her accidentally. He felt warm satiny skin and tucked her back in his arms, throwing his leg over her for good measure. And then she shocked him, tossing out secrets in rapid succession:

  “My genes suck.

  “My dad is in jail.

  “My mom was a stripper.

  “I’ve been on my own since I was sixteen.

  “I had a sugar daddy in college to pay my tuition.

  “I used to be morbidly obese.

  “And it’s been more than three years since I had an orgasm with a partner because the men I date are jerks or morons or, I don’t know, maybe I just hate men.”

  His jaw dropped. He felt like he’d jumped through a plate-glass window, only it wasn’t the showbiz kind, it was real. Stinging needles of pain everywhere, her pain, that he felt in sympathy.

  A beat passed in silence. He heard her take a deep breath.

  “Anything else?” he asked.

  “That’s all I can think of,” she said softly. “You can see why I wanted to leave Jersey for a fresh start. Everyone knew my history.”

  “Why were you on your own at sixteen?”

  “I was tired of the parade of men in our apartment. It was just me and my mom. I had a deadbolt on my bedroom door and a knife in my nightstand drawer.”

  He hissed out a breath, instinctively holding her tighter. “Did any of those men touch you?”

  “No, but there were some close calls. I didn’t feel safe. My mom was drunk most of the time.” She blew out a breath. “So I came up with a plan to graduate high school a year early, the guidance counselor helped me arrange it, and I worked as a babysitter for a nice woman, Myrna, who lived near my school. Eventually I moved into Myrna’s basement, helping around the house and taking care of her young kids in exchange for room and board. Then I graduated, got a cheap apartment near Rutgers, that’s the state school of New Jersey, so I paid in-state tuition. I worked full time and went to college part time year-round, except for one year of full-time college with the help of my sugar daddy. I wasn’t the only one doing that, a friend told me about it. A lot of girls were signing up through this website as a way to get out of college debt-free.”