ENDLESS: A Less Than Zero Rockstar Romance: Book 1: Ty & Zoey

by Kaylene Winter

  More than on board, I plucked her out of the bath and carried her to the bed, hungrily slamming our mouths together on the way. I set her down on the comforter so that she was on her hands and knees. Waggling her shapely ass in the air, Zoey flashed a saucy look at me over her shoulder. I nearly blew my load when she leaned over and spread her knees wider, flashing her bits at me. Her gorgeous pussy was pink, swollen, and puffy from our bathtub activities.

  “God, what you do to me.” My already engorged cock twitched when I kneeled behind her to take up where we left off in the bathtub.

  “Ty, please don’t hold back, I need you so much,” Zoey begged.

  I needed to imprint her, for her to feel my love through her whole body, but I also didn’t want to hurt her, so I clasped her hips to mine and slowly entered her while she wiggled against me. “Oh, Z, you are so goddamn beautiful.”

  There was no place I’d rather be than between her silken walls. Nudging her inner thighs with my knees, I spread her legs wider and splayed my hand across her upper back, pressing her torso down on the bed while her ass remained high in the air. Surging in and out of her velvet tightness from behind, I gripped her hips to control our pace until I knew that she had adjusted to me being so deep. My thumbs circled the little indents right above her crease, dipping closer to her tight ring. The sensation was so incredible, I couldn’t help but pick up the pace.

  Zoey moaned deeply when I hit her cervix, reaching up to clutch the sheets above her head, her head sideways against the comforter. “Yesssss, babe, pleeease I want to feel you all the way through me, don’t you dare hold back,” she hissed.

  Wild blonde hair fanned out over the sheets, she bucked her hips back at me and clenched her walls around me tightly. I unleashed my inner beast. Moving like a blur, my body took over in a way I’d never allowed myself before. I filled her over and over again relentlessly until I didn’t know where she began, and I ended. I couldn’t have held back if I tried.

  Needing to touch all of her, I leaned over her body, my chest covering her back, my wet hair dripping on her neck. Beads of water rolled down both sides of her plump breasts, which were smashed into the mattress. My hands intertwined with hers above her head, I continued to piston into my girl with the type of abandon I’d only ever fantasized about all these years.

  Zoey’s moans intensified when I devoured the side of her neck with opened-mouth kisses. Our grunts and cries were uncensored, our passion morphed into unabashed wanton fucking, relentless and feral. Owning each other. Branding each other.

  Zoey’s thighs shook uncontrollably. Banding my arm around her waist to support her, my finger joined hers on her sweet spot. Her juices soaked me. Wet slaps of our connected bodies filled the room. Her inner walls fluttered and she clamped around my cock until neither of us could hold on any longer.

  Zoey screamed through her spectacular release, which ripped something loose deep inside me. Almost as if from a distance, I could hear myself shouting at the top of my lungs and I emptied inside her, endlessly coming to the point of pleasure I never knew existed. When I had no more liquid left, lightheaded and panting, I kissed the side of her face as I cradled her from behind, my cock still pulsing.

  Breathing rapidly but shallowly, Zoey dissolved into the bed. Unable to hold myself up either, I collapsed against her back and held her to me until we were somewhat coherent.

  “That was—beyond words.” Zoey was finally able to speak into the comforter.

  “I don’t think I can breathe.” I moved just slightly so my arm didn’t go to sleep, leaving a long stream of my release trickling down her thighs. “Oh jeez, I need to clean you up, I can’t believe how much come I had in me.”

  “No, don’t leave me. I like feeling you in me, dripping out of me.” Zoey grabbed my arm and tucked herself under me, tipping her head up for a kiss. Tenderly, our lips grazed, and we sipped from each other while moving under the covers of the big bed. Our heads sharing a pillow, I smoothed her hair from her face, staring into her eyes.

  “You’re trying to kill me talking dirty like that, butterfly.” I kissed her deeply. “How did you know?”

  “That you needed that?” Zoey said softly as she hooked her leg over my leg, so we were as close together as possible. “I did too.”

  “I love you, Ty.” Zoey searched my eyes. “So much.”

  “I love you so much too.”

  Zoey traced my lips with her fingers. “You have always been my person, and I was not living fully without you, would have never lived fully without you.”

  I closed my eyes at the words. “Z—”

  “I want to work for your foundation. It’s my dream job, I’d be an idiot not to do it.” Zoey stroked my chest while also absently running her other hand through my hair. “I also want to live with you, commit to us. I don’t want to miss any more time together.”

  “Really?” I propped my head up on my hand.

  “Yes. Ty, I want to be with you. It’s always been you. Only you.” Zoey gently kissed my forehead, my eyes, and lips, pulling my arm around her as she nestled against me. “Remember that when you get worried. When we fight. Trust it.”

  “I’m so happy, God. Z—” I tightened my arms around her.

  “But, let’s take it one step at a time. I’ll go to New York, but we need a plan so I can get used to the public scrutiny. I’m no PR expert, but it’s probably best that we don’t make any announcements about my role in the foundation until we get through that hurdle.”

  “Why?” I was genuinely curious.

  “Let’s get adjusted to our new normal, even if it’s just for a couple of months. Can that be enough for now?”

  “Of course.” I didn’t want to wait to get kids the music education they needed, but I also wanted Zoey to take the role when she was ready.

  “Just for a little bit, babe.” Zoey snuggled into me, her eyes nearly shutting.

  “Okay, that’s fair.”

  “Ty?” Zoey said sleepily.

  “I’m good, sweetheart, let’s sleep.”

  “For the record, I’m not conflicted at all.” Zoey placed her hand on my heart. “It’s the first time in a long time that I haven’t been. I’ll be with you wherever you want me, nothing will keep us apart again.”

  Gulping, with tears in my eyes, I crushed her to me and breathed her in. “Ah, butterfly.”

  It was powerful stuff. Knowing we were in this together. Knowing we were one. My strong, feisty girl deserved my patience and faith, and I vowed to show her that I believed in her unconditionally the way she had always believed in me. I vowed never to do anything to hurt her again. After all, she was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

  I just hoped that the LTZ fans would feel the same way.

  Chapter 23

  ZOEY

  Watching Ty’s strong hands shift the gears on his Porsche, I looked up at his full lips peeking out from under his ever-present stubble as he scanned the road. The skull cap could barely contain his waves, and I loved how his hair framed his sexy jawline. Sensing my gaze, he gave me a side look with a hint of a smile as he navigated us to some mystery location. Reaching over, I traced his lips with my finger, he drew it into his mouth suckled on the red, glossy tip, waggling his eyebrows at me. Before I knew it, we had arrived at our destination.

  Slinging his arm around me, Ty and I walked up the old stone steps to the ginormous old-growth wood door and he rang the doorbell. Carter opened the door a few minutes later, wearing an old green Limelight T-shirt and black cut-off sweats, his grayish hair loose to his shoulders under a black bandana.

  “Ty, Zoey! What the hell is going on? I didn’t expect to see you two.” Carter held the door open so we could walk inside.

  “Hey, Carter, hope we aren’t interrupting anything,” Ty said as we crossed through the entryway down into the sunken living room. It had been years since I’d seen the view from the big picture windows looking out over Lake Washington. Sinking down into a cushy, oversized,
navy-blue corduroy chair, Ty tugged me onto his lap, wrapping his long arms around my waist. I clasped my arms over his.

  Carter took a seat on the adjacent matching chair and gestured between us. “It’s great to see you together. Ty, how did the recording go?”

  “Great, I’m home early, it’s all but wrapped.” Ty hooked his index finger with mine. “Movie premiere is a couple of weeks before Thanksgiving.”

  “Awesome. Good news. Zoey, did you enjoy your visit?” Carter winked at me.

  “I did, have you seen that car?” I wasn’t about to air our dirty laundry about how the trip ended to Carter. Not when we’d righted the ship.

  “Not yet, probably soon.” He laughed. “So, what’s up, you so rarely just stop by anymore.”

  “So, we came to share some news, Carter.” Ty squeezed me tight. “Zoey and I are moving in together, and we’d like your blessing.”

  “Uh-huh. Well that’s great, but you certainly don’t need any blessings from me.” Carter stared at us quizzically.

  “Carter, that’s not true.” Ty was direct. “You’ve been like a dad to me, and well—I just want to make sure there will be no more misunderstandings or interference with us. You’re too important to me, and she’s too important to me.”

  Carter palmed his forehead and rubbed his eyebrows, a slight dampness shone in his eyes. “Tyson, you are my second son.”

  “You’ve been the only father I’ve ever known, Carter.” Ty’s voice broke slightly, and I squeezed his finger in mine. “I haven’t had any role models of how to be in a relationship and I’ve already made some big mistakes.”

  “Well, uh. All of us here know that I’m no good at relationships,” Carter said solemnly. “Don’t ask me for advice, you’ll both figure it out.”

  “I’m not asking for advice, Carter. I’m pretty sure the whole foundation setup was your way of making amends, but now that Zoey and I are back together—for good this time—if there is any remaining shaky ground, we need to put it to rest.” Ty circled his finger in the air in front of us.

  “You’re a very wealthy and successful man now, Ty. You’re not that insecure, poor young musician that saw Zoey as your lifeline back when you first started dating.” Carter leaned back, regarding both of us.

  “No, the band was always my lifeline, Carter. It was all I had for a very long time.” Ty was defensive. “Zoey was my girlfriend not—”

  “Don’t rewrite history, Ty,” Carter interrupted. “You would have given up the band for her in an instant—you almost did, and you didn’t have anything to fall back on.”

  “I’m not sure what you mean.”

  “I went to meet your mom when you first met Zane. I kept track of her for a long time after LTZ first made it. I knew more about your situation than you think I did.” Carter dropped a bomb on both of us, and my heart clenched for Ty, considering he had made such an effort to keep his relationship with his mom under wraps.

  Ty’s arms tightened around me before he blurted, “You what?”

  “I was perpetually worried about your welfare. You were so secretive about your situation, which wasn’t normal for a kid of fifteen. Your drive to make it on your own terms was so fierce. I respected that, I admired you for it, but I had to look out for you, kid.”

  “I’m—wow. I had no idea. I’m so embarrassed.” Ty sounded as if he could barely speak.

  Carter shook his head. “Ty, I would never say a bad word about your mom. But, when I saw with my own eyes what was going on, I knew without a shadow of doubt that I would do everything within my power to make sure you were set up for success. You deserved your shot. You needed it.”

  “Shit. I mean, I knew you helped us, but I thought it was because of Zane.” Ty leaned his chin on my shoulder.

  “Of course, it was also because of Zane, but I’m his dad. And the other guys, but Jace and Connor have their own families. You?” Carter shrugged.

  “My mom lost her way,” Ty’s voice grew soft, reflective. “I used to feel like I was responsible for her, that I was never worthy enough for her to get her shit together.”

  “Oh baby.” I turned and kissed his cheek. “You didn’t deserve to feel that way, God.”

  “Butterfly, I’m okay. Therapy saved me, and I know better now.”

  “Have you seen her?” Carter squinted, studying Ty.

  “Nope. I haven’t spoken to her in years. She could be dead, I really don’t know,” Ty’s voice was flat, emotionless.

  “Fuck, dude. We can’t pick our family.” Carter leaned over and rested his elbows on his legs.

  “I can and I did,” Ty said confidently. “And I pick Zoey and you and the band.”

  “That means the world to me, dude.” Carter’s eyes wrinkled with love for Ty.

  “Do I meet with your approval this time Carter?” I couldn’t help but ask, I didn’t want to get blindsided again.

  “Zoey, you always loved Ty so unconditionally when he didn’t have a lot of love in his life, you made the biggest sacrifice to give him his chance.” Carter got up and walked over to me to give me a kiss on the head. “I’m so sorry for everything. I wish I hadn’t interfered. I didn’t know what you were made of back then.”

  “Ty was worth it, I’m just glad all of that is behind us.” I settled back against Ty. He was my comfort. My home. “I’m where I belong, again.”

  “We’re going to go public. We have a meeting with LTZ’s PR team in New York a couple of days before the show.” Ty moved me off his lap and stood. “I think the first thing on the agenda is to retire the songs that hurt you.”

  “No, you can’t do that.” I was adamant. “I’m not going anywhere, and those songs are an important part of LTZ’s history.”

  “I’ve also asked her to be the CEO of the foundation.” Ty directed the comment to Carter, ignoring my comment.

  “That’s perfect!” Carter affirmed to me with a nod. “You’d be great at it.”

  “Depending on the strategy that Sienna and Andrew come up with, would you go on the record about everything?” Ty queried as if I weren’t there.

  “Of course,” Carter agreed.

  I marched over to Ty and poked him in the side. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here.”

  “Zoey is such a smart, strong woman who can do anything she wants, and could have anyone she wants.” Ty ignored my comment but gestured at me. “She came back to me. Now we can finally build our lives together in a way that makes sense for both of us. We have eight years to make up for.”

  “Have you told her that?” Carter chuckled.

  “He has and he did.” I threw my arms around him. Ty cupped my face in his hands and softly kissed me a few times on the lips.

  “Get a fuckin’ room.” Carter chortled before walking over to and pulling all of us into a group hug.

  After leaving Carter’s house, we took a scenic drive along Lake Washington. I hadn’t been in this neighborhood in years, and it brought back so many memories of when Ty and I met. Glancing over at my handsome man, I loved that after the drama his face was serene with a slight hint of a smile. We zoomed over the winding road through the brilliant red-and-orange foliage in the Arboretum, the October breeze blew crisp through the rolled-down window where Ty rested his arm.

  Our next stop was my folks’ house, which made me nervous. I hadn’t told them I quit my job. It seemed a bit funny that I was more nervous about dropping that bomb rather than the “I’m moving in with my boyfriend” news.

  “Mom, Dad, as you know Ty and I have been seeing each other again for the past few weeks and—and, um—well, even though it’s fast, we are still very much in love and both feel like we lost a lot of time together, and I’m going to move into his house in West Seattle.”

  Ty jumped in, “I love your daughter, I have from the minute I met her. We just can’t be apart anymore.”

  “Zoey, Ty, you’re both adults and can make your own decisions, your father and I were already married by the time we were y
our age.” Olivia set a tray of cheese and prosciutto on the coffee table.

  “Jeez, we’re not talking marriage yet, Mom.” I laughed nervously.

  “I’d marry you tomorrow, but I’m not pushing my luck until I get you moved in.” Ty grabbed my hand reassuringly.

  “I quit the firm a couple of days ago. Ty’s offered me a job to run his foundation. I’m trying to wrap my mind around all of it, but as I’ve explained to Ty, I don’t want to be kept.” I looked over at Ty and squeezed his hand. “It’s not who I am, not who I’m comfortable being. I can’t just—”

  Dad interrupted. “A committed relationship isn’t being kept, Zoey. You need to find a way to work together through things, trust that you have each other’s backs even when you’re pissed or scared. Your mother and I are a team, above all else.”

  “We are a team.” Mom nodded. “There will always be opinions from your family, friends, coworkers—but they don’t know you. Your best bet is to figure everything out as a couple. We are here to support you both. Just remember, it shouldn’t matter what anyone thinks, only what you think.”

  “You’re not going to kill me?” I laughed, pointing between my folks.

  “I might kill him.” Dad pointed at Ty, a stoic look on his face.

  “Dad!” I swatted him.

  “What? You’re my little girl!” Dad rolled his eyes and fixed them on Ty. “You. Promise me you’ll cherish her. Do not let anyone hurt her.”

  “I promise.” Ty’s voice was deadly serious.

  Having their support was a huge relief. On the way home it became all too real. Ty and I were really and truly happening. Talk about a 360-degree turnaround. All of my dreams were coming true, except for one thing. My anonymity would be a thing of the past once we were in New York. Ty stroked my knee, and I looked over at him.

  “Are you okay?” I could barely see his eyes in the dark. “The hamster wheel is spinning. Please talk to me.”

  “I’m afraid of saying this to you, Ty. We’re in such a good place —”