This isn’t helping, lady.
“I had no idea,” I mutter. Although I sort of did, I just never knew, and I still don't know, the extent of Ty's childhood.
“We live and we learn. And in the meantime, we never write anybody off, you understand?”
“I do,” I say.
She nods once. “See you tomorrow, Jax.”
It’s been a week since I started my new job. And less than ten minutes since I’ve thought about Ty. I should be over him by now. He blew me off. Acted like I didn't exist.
And yet, it takes everything in me not to replay, over and over again, the way his lips felt on mine. The way I felt in his arms. The way he looked at me like maybe I meant something to him.
Shit, I should have never let my heart fall for any of that bullshit between us in the first place.
I duck into a Macy’s on my day off to grab some more clothes for work. I pick out a bunch of Under Armor and Puma clothes to wear for my job and look for the dressing rooms.
I walk towards the back of the store and enter the dressing room area. As I reach for the door handle to one of the vacant changing rooms, I literally drop my clothes on the floor as a hand lands on my shoulder from behind.
A deep voice says, “Sir, we don’t allow that many items for one man.”
I turn and come face to face with him.
Ty.
What?
“What are you doing here?” I say.
He holds up a package of Tommy Hilfiger boxer briefs. “Best underwear on the east coast,” he says, smiling.
“I’m pretty sure you can get that same underwear in New York,” I snap back, my arms now crossed in front of my chest. I'm determined to stay serious, starting now.
“Maybe I like the Boston version better,” he jokes.
I can’t stand that he’s here… here with those gorgeous dark eyes, his presence immediately like a drug I had been going through withdrawal trying to go without.
“How did you know I was here?”
“We need to talk,” he says, completely ignoring my question.
“About your underwear?”
“Among other things.”
I reach down and grab the clothes I had dropped. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I say.
“I don’t care,” he says, grabbing my wrist. I try to pull away, but the second I do his grip locks in on my arm even tighter. I feel a surge of energy shoot up my arm.
“I know. You only care about yourself. Why would my opinion matter to a big shot like you?”
“I didn’t mean it like that. I just need to talk to you for a minute. Hear me out.”
“You got engaged, I heard that out all over the news.”
“I had no choice,” he says.
I laugh sarcastically. “Give me a break, Ty. You showing up like this, it’s just weird. Believe or not, I have my own life to tend to.”
I turn to walk into my changing room. As I go to pull the door closed, Ty pulls it open. We lock eyes, and it’s the most intense moment I’ve ever had with another man.
Why is he here? To wreak havoc on my heart again?
“I missed you,” he says.
I raise both brows.
Goosebumps cover my neck and back. I shouldn’t let myself feel anything like around him. It can only lead to bad things, just like it did before. “How can you say that? You just got engaged... to a woman.”
Ty comes towards me and locks the door to the dressing room behind him. “I had to, Jax. You would do the same thing if you were in my shoes,” he says.
I take a step back and shake my head. “Don’t tell me what I would do. We’re not the same person.”
“Well, you’re not exactly a saint yourself.”
I press my lips together in a hard line. “You follow me into a dressing room to give me another one of your civics lessons?”
He takes another step closer, and my body can’t help but react. Butterflies raid my stomach, heat blazes through my cheeks.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have come. I’m not saying I always do the right thing either. But I needed to see you,” he says.
“Well, you’re seeing me.”
His voice is lower. He comes in towards me, and I can feel the warmth from his breath. The smell is once again intoxicating. He pulls his hoodie off his head, reminding me of the most stunning chiseled jaw I have ever seen. ”I wanted to feel you too," he says.
My body freezes and my breath gets caught in my chest. Just like that, my resolve disappears. And then I say it… the stupidest thing I’ve let myself say in a long time. “Then feel me.”
He doesn’t waste another second as he comes in fast and we start to kiss, moans escaping both of our lips. His mouth is warm, sweet, minty. Ty pins me up against the wall of the dressing room and then presses his hips into mine. He reaches down and pulls my shirt up and over my head. He lifts his strong arms up so that I can take his sweatshirt off. His ripped abs and chiseled chest are staring me right in the face, taunting me... reminding me that I never stood a chance at resisting him.
He pulls away from my mouth sharply and starts to devour my neck with his tongue, gently nipping at my skin with his teeth and forcing chills to spread throughout my entire body. “I tried to tell you I didn’t leak that story,” I say through a heavy breath.
I throw my head back as he works his way down towards my nipple with his mouth. “I know you didn’t. That was my bad,” he says. He squeezes my chest muscles so that my nipple pops out, using his tongue to pleasure the very tip of it.
”That wasn't the only thing that was your bad,” I say.
He reaches for my zipper. “Don’t push me,” he says, undoing the button on my jeans.
I run my hands across his ripped shoulders and down his thick, muscular arms. “Is that a threat?” I say, sliding my hands down his bumpy abs and into the top of his pants. My fingers reach the tip of his dick, causing my heart to skip a beat.
Ty flips my body around and presses my hands into the wall. He leans into my ear and whispers, “No, but this is.” He pushes his thick, huge cock up against my ass. I gasp and reach behind me, feeling his massive erection.
"We shouldn't be doing this," I say. Ty starts to pull my pants slowly down.
"I disagree. I can't think of anything better to be doing with our time," he whispers in my ear.
I hear the sound of his zipper coming down, and his pants coming down shortly after. My heart starts racing. My cock is aching.
Not only is it wrong and highly dangerous, everything about it somehow feels so incredibly right. "Then just fucking do it. Fuck me, Ty."
He rasps in my ear, "Are you sure you're ready for me?" he says, teasing me as he slides the warm tip of his cock between my legs from behind, pressing his tip against my hole from time to time.
"That's not fair."
He chuckles and then presses into my hole even harder with his dick. "There are a lot of things that aren't fair, baby boy."
I grab onto one of the hooks that's meant to hang clothes on as he starts to push his way into my hole. Warmth floods every cell in my body. I want to scream at the top of my lungs, the amount of electricity I feel shoot through my hole and up my spine feels like a bottle of oxy getting mainlined directly into my bloodstream. Not that I would now, but I can't imagine a higher boost of electricity than what I'm feeling right now.
Ty’s cock fills my whole completely... I’ve never felt so complete as I do in this moment. And that’s a pretty scary thought. I accidentally moan out loud, causing him to cover my mouth with his hand. “Does my baby boy like this?” he whispers.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper back from the corner of the dressing room.
Talk about going viral. Imagine if this was caught on tape?
Nothing about what we’re doing makes a lick of sense, and I know I should stop him. But fuck, clearly I have no self-control around this man. No ability to say no. No ability to stop my body from melting in his presence.
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br /> He drives his cock in and out of my hole faster and harder. Every time he pushes in, he groans. And every time he pulls back, I moan quietly. It’s as though our ecstasy is in perfect sync.
But what happens once we're done fucking? I'm crazy for even asking that question, the answer is pretty obvious. I’m a perfect mark for this man, someone he can fuck and then just leave like a dead animal on the side of the road.
“I really did miss you, baby boy. I missed just being with you,” he says, confusing me even more.
“You mean, you missed my body?" I say, backing my ass up into his cock. Not that I didn't miss hooking up with him too.
With his two large hands on my waist, he lands several sweet kisses on my neck as he continues to drive his huge cock in and out of my hole.
“I missed so much more than just fucking you," he says.
WTF?
“What else did you miss?" I whisper. "I want to know."
He nips at my ear, his tongue teasing my lobe. "I missed making sure you were safe and sound. I never wanted you to get hurt, I hope you know that, Jax.”
I feel a strange pull of emotion. My eyes want to tear, but my cock wants to come at the same time. As always, it’s as though he can sense something as he reaches around and starts to stroke my dick. His kisses are increasingly sweet and soft on my neck as he slowly drives his cock in and out of me. “I want you to feel good right now. Give yourself over to me,” he says.
I want to fight back, but I can feel my resolve drop to almost zero with each heartbeat. “I don’t think that's a good idea," I say.
His cock feels like it’s expanding inside of me. Every cell in my body is on fire, ready to explode. He strokes my hard shaft faster, and I look down and see the pre-come start to dribble out of my tip.
“I didn’t ask you what you thought, baby boy." His breathing gets heavier, and with it, so does mine. The sweat from my body is starting to build up, The skin from my back is pressed up against the warm skin from his stomach and chest. ”Turn and face me. Daddy’s going to take really good care of you right now.”
A fleeting thought tells me not to listen to him. It tells me to put my clothes back on and run the fuck out of the store immediately. But instead, I do exactly what he orders me to do.
I turn and face him, and then sit down on the wooden bench behind me. He flashes a wicked grin and then bends down and starts sucking on my cock while he strokes himself. He takes my cock all the way into the back of his throat with total ease. I’m decent sized down there, but he is every bit in charge of my piece in his mouth.
I throw my head back and up against the wall and gasp suddenly as he squeezes the width of my shaft with his lips. He's determined to drive me absolutely wild inside and out. My heart is beating faster than it should be, the thrill of having his lips touch me like this is almost too much for my senses.
"I want to taste my little baby boy," he says, sliding his tongue up my shaft as he looks up at me with hungry eyes. "Daddy's thirsty." He grabs my cock hard and buries it back in his mouth, then starts to suck faster and with even more suction around the width of my shaft.
Fuck, I start to come into the back of his throat. My whole body explodes, heat firing off in every direction. I want to scream, but I can't. As though he can sense this, he reaches up and covers my mouth with his hand just in case while he strokes my dick with his other hand... my come filling his warm, sweet mouth.
When I finish, he looks up at me and smiles. I can't believe I just blew my load inside his mouth. I never knew this big of a release was even possible. My stomach and my chest feel warm, as though even just being this close to him is enough to melt my flesh. I have a hard time admitting this, but he really is amazing in so many ways... if only this could last for more than another few minutes.
He stands up, gritting his teeth and says in a low, sexy voice, "It's my turn. Do you want to taste my sweet come?"
I glance down at his long, thick cock. "Yes, Daddy, I've never wanted to taste anything more." My back is pressed up against the wall as my bare ass is pressed onto the bench in the dressing room. Ty moves towards me, his thick, clean shaven cock aiming directly at my mouth, as though it's practically daring me to open wide for him.
I reach for his cock and pull him into my mouth. Ty pushes his shaft deep into my throat, his hips bucking wildly as he starts to release his load down my throat. It’s warm, almost hot, and there is a lot of it. I don’t hesitate to swallow every drop…
His pulls out from my mouth, his long cock tangling in front of me. He places his hand on the wall behind me for support, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath as he recovers from his orgasm.
I look up and fully realize, for the first time, that he really isn't an ordinary man. He’s drop-dead gorgeous, shredded muscles from head to toe, and his eyes have more intensity than any human being I’ve ever seen.
And he’s dangerous as hell.
Just as regret starts to seep into my brain, he sits down on the bench and slides next to me, our naked bodies pressing up against each other. He reaches his arm around my side and then pulls my face towards his mouth. We kiss, and it’s softer than I expected. He runs his hands across my cheeks and melds his tongue with mine.
I pull away, look deeply into his eyes and wonder what the hell is going on. Why is he being so tender and gentle, especially when we both know this can't end well?
“You do realize this was just a coincidence, me finding you in this dressing room?” he says, his lips forming a small, devilish grin.
I look down at his big, sexy hands and smirk. “I figured that. I just assumed you heard about their 30% off sale here, and that you had to fly back to Boston to take advantage of the savings,” I joke.
He laughs quietly, and then reaches down to grab my pants and boxers for me. We get dressed, and I can’t help but look at him in the mirrors every single chance I get. His sculpted body, his rugged, action hero face, and those dark, sinister eyes of his…
I reach down and grab the piles of clothes that I was going to try on. We lock eyes, and there is a long, steady silence between us. He shakes his head and then leans forward with his perfect, full lips to kiss me. I drop the clothes and savor every moment of our kiss together.
He pulls away, and I nip at his lower lip before he can totally escape my mouth. “I want to pay for those," Ty says, looking down at all of the athletic attire I was supposed to try on.
I smile and my cheeks flush bright red. “No thank you, Daddy. I can handle this one. Time to grow up, right?”
“Did you just get sponsored by Under Armor or something?” he says lightly.
I laugh and say, “Nice guess. I just got a job as a mentor at the Boys and Girls Club downtown. I start tomorrow.”
His eyes widen. “Are you serious?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Like I said, time to grow up. It’s not exactly the leading role in a blockbuster film, but it’s what I’m passionate about. I’ve always wanted to work with at-risk kids, maybe someday even run my own youth center.”
He shakes his head, and I swear, based on his reaction, one would think I just told him I won a Pulitzer Prize or something. “Dude, that’s incredible! I’m so proud-“ he stops himself short. “I actually spent a lot of time there as a kid. Those people practically saved my life when nobody else cared about me.”
I know. I want to mention my supervisor, Sandra, and what she said about him... because I know he’d probably light up if I did. But there’s no real point.
He reaches for my arm. I feel a surge of energy move all the way up to my shoulder. “What you’re doing, it’s incredible,” he adds.
“Really? Why is that?”
He runs his hand through my bangs and caresses my forehead with his thumb. Part of me wants to tell him I don't believe him. Tell him I can't trust a man who chose to bury the truth between me and him.
But his next few words come out so genuine, that I can’t fight back against someone wh
o I should clearly be walking away from right now. “I just think it is, that’s why. I know what healers look like, there’s a certain something behind their eyes. I’d be dead if it wasn’t for the right people in my life, and you… You have that look,” he says.
I want to thank him, and then logic sets in as Ty throws his gray hoodie back on, pulling the actual hood over his head so that no unsuspecting souls will ever be able to recognize him. “Why are you really here, Ty?” I say.
“I have to do a bit on the radio tomorrow. My movie is set to release in two weeks.”
My chest starts to ache. And he can sense it. He grabs both sides of my face. “I wanted to see you too.”
I pull away. “You wanted to see me? Or did you mean to say that you wanted to fuck me? Because clearly, I’m the only piece of ass you can trust to fuck without any real ramifications on your part.”
“No ramifications? Do you know what I went through to clear my name?” he says.
The second his words roll off his tongue, my entire body tightens up. And he knows it. My voice is starting to rise as I say, “I’m so sorry, Ty. I’m so sorry that you had to clear your precious name, erase any last traces of us.”
He looks down towards the floor, outside of our dressing room. “You need to calm down, boy,” he says.
I roll my eyes. “Give me a break. I should’ve known better. You know what, this one’s my bad,” I say, shaking my head in disgust as I start to leave the dressing room.
“Jax, wait.”
I turn and face him one last time. “Wait for what? For you to remind me how much my presence jeopardizes your all-important acting career?”
Then I leave. I don’t look back.
Shock fills my body... I cannot believe I just let that happen. Again.
And in my mind, I pray that I never see Ty Cannon for as long as I live.
No matter how bad it hurts, I'm determined... I will not stray from that prayer.
Ty
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