Tyler's Undoing (Gloves Off Book 3)

by Dover, L. P.

  I refused to let him win this fight.

  AS SOON AS the door slammed shut, I stood firm with my arms crossed over my chest and my head held high.

  “What the fuck were you doing with Paxton?” he shouted.

  “Don’t you dare turn this around on me, Tyler. I wasn’t the one inviting him into my room with only a towel wrapped around my waist. I’m sorry by the way. I didn’t mean to crash your party by showing up to your fight.”

  Closing his eyes, he hung his head and chuckled, only it wasn’t a humorous sound. “Of course, you would see it that way.” Lifting his head, he took a step forward, and I countered by taking one back. “When are you going to realize that I want you, and only you?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. You kind of have a hard time showing it when Gabriella’s around. If this is the way it’s going to be, I don’t think I can handle it, Tyler. It’s not easy seeing you with someone you used to be intimate with.”

  When I tried to walk off, he reached for my hand and pulled me close, holding me around the waist. “I understand that, Kacey,” he murmured. “But you need to let me explain. I called Gabriella before the fight, and told her to come to my room after.”

  “Why?”

  He brought his hand up to my face and brushed his thumb across my lips, making me tremble. “Because I knew with her being in my life, it would only cause problems between us. I told her she was my past, and that you were my future. I choose you.”

  He closed the distance between us and I melted against him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in tighter. His lips were warm, his tongue hot and demanding as he tasted me . . . claiming me. However, all too soon he pulled away, holding me in place with his hands on my face, his look hard.

  “Now that you know about Gabriella, I think it’s time you tell me about Paxton. You two know each other, don’t you? The way he spoke to you isn’t the way he usually is with the females.”

  Swallowing hard, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. His jaw tensed and he let his hands slip away from my face and crossed them over his chest, waiting while I bit my lip nervously.

  “Yes, we know each other,” I confessed. “Paxton and I grew up together. We’re friends.”

  “Friends?” Tyler scoffed. “Let me guess, he was your high school love?” He said it sarcastically, but when all I did was stand there and not answer him, his glare turned from amused to complete stone. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

  Reluctantly, I slowly nodded and hung my head. “It was a long time ago, Tyler.”

  “Did you fuck him?” he growled.

  I nodded again and kept my eyes on the floor. “Yes, I was seventeen years old at the time. He was different back then.”

  “So, basically you’re a hypocrite. I told one of my good friends today that it would be best if we didn’t speak anymore to spare your feelings, but yet I find you in the same situation.”

  Abruptly, I lifted my head and snarled. “I am not a hypocrite. Tonight was the first time I’d seen Pax in over a year. It’s not like you and Gabriella, who had a thing just a month ago. Pax and I stopped seeing each other once he started fighting. That was years ago, Tyler, not just a mere few weeks.”

  “Whatever the situation is, I don’t like him touching you. The Paxton you knew back then can’t be the same guy he is now. He’s bad news, Kacey. I don’t want you mixed up in that,” he argued.

  Sighing, I walked away and leaned up against the door, peering out the glass-pained patio door that led to our private pool. “He’s not like that anymore,” I snapped, glaring at his reflection in the window. “You may not believe it, but I know Paxton. Of all people, you should know that it’s possible to change. If not, then why am I even here? You should be out fucking your whores.”

  If anything I said pissed him off, it was definitely my last retort. Angrily, he stalked toward me and turned me around, caging me in by slamming his hands on the wall. His body pressed up against mine and I could feel the hardness between his legs bulging in his jeans.

  “He may be a changed man and your friend, but I honestly don’t give a fuck,” he growled, his lips only a breath away. “What I care about is you. I don’t like him touching you and I sure as hell don’t like the fact that he’s been inside of you. If he so much as steps over the line, I will put his ass down. You’re mine, Kacey . . . remember that.”

  His chest rose and fell with his angry breaths, but the second I touched his face everything calmed. Gently, I kissed his lips and smiled. “Does that mean this is mine?” I asked, running my hand over his arousal and squeezing it.

  “You better fucking believe it is,” he grunted, pushing into my hand.

  Unbuttoning his jeans, I bit my lip and shoved my hand inside. Wrapping my hand around his bare cock, I moaned when I felt how hard he was for me. His eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned, closing his eyes when I started massaging him.

  “Be prepared,” he bit out through clenched teeth, “it’s not going to be slow and easy tonight.”

  “Who said I wanted it easy?” I countered. “I’m ready to see what you got, Rushing.”

  Without another word, Tyler lifted me in his arms and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me into the bedroom. I squealed when he slammed me down on the mattress and covered me with his body, his hands roughly massaging my breasts.

  Groaning, I arched my back and he squeezed harder, pinching my nipples through my shirt. I wanted him inside of me, but when I tried to unbutton my jeans, Tyler snatched my wrists and pulled my arms up over my head, locking me in place.

  He shook his head at me. “No touch. I’m going to be the one to take off your clothes.”

  Slowly, he pulled me up by my wrists and lifted my shirt over my head, exposing my black lace bra. The deep rumble of satisfaction in his chest vibrated all the way down to my center, driving me completely insane. He smoothed his hands down over my breasts to my stomach and then to my back where he unclasped my bra and threw it across the room. His stare was heated and dark with need, primal and raw.

  I trembled.

  “I’m not scaring you, am I?”

  Shaking my head, I glided my hands up his chest to his face and ran my fingers through his soft, blond hair. “No,” I breathed, biting my lip. “I’m just ready for that cock of yours.”

  A small smile splayed across his lips and it grew larger as he slowly lowered his mouth to my neck. His teeth grazed along my skin, sucking and biting, making me gasp when he bit down too hard. I was going to have marks on my body, but I didn’t care. I fucking loved it. He wanted to mark me. He trailed his lips even lower and I cried out even louder when he closed his lips over my nipple and bit down, sucking as hard as he could.

  “Oh, Tyler,” I groaned breathlessly.

  As he was sucking and kissing his way along my breasts, he unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down, his cock hard and ready against my thigh. I immediately grabbed a hold of him and squeezed, starting out slow with my pumps but then doing it harder and faster, enjoying the strangled moan that escaped his lips.

  “Fuck,” he growled low, snatching my wrist.

  He pulled my hand away and ripped my jeans apart, his eyes wild and dangerous. When he said he wasn’t going to go slow, I believed him. There was nothing slow or gentle about him tonight. The adrenaline from the fight and the confrontation with Paxton left him feral, untamed, and I had to admit I looked forward to him taking control.

  Savagely, he gripped the waistband of my jeans and yanked them down along with my black lace underwear, tossing them over the side of the bed. His breaths came out in deep low growls as he stared at my naked body, gliding his hands up my legs and spreading me wide when he reached my thighs.

  I ran my hand over my breast, down my stomach and to the V between my legs. His eyes followed the movement like a tiger waiting to pounce. Making one swipe with my fingers, I presented the wetness to him. “I’m waiting,” I taunted.

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nbsp; Tyler’s nostrils flared. Then he lifted up on his knees with a singular focus, his pants halfway down his thighs and his hard cock jutting out, taunting me. He looked at me with half-lidded eyes and lifted my bottom off the bed. Without any warning, he plunged deep into me with one thrust. Fully seated, balls against my ass, a loud growl ripped from his lips. He wasted no time, pulling out and thrusting hard over and over again.

  The pain was sweet and I’d never felt so full in all my life. I’m pretty sure I came with the first thrust, but I couldn’t be bothered with that now. Locking my legs around his body, I held on for dear life.

  Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he grabbed my arms and flopped backward, bringing me to riding position in under a second. Straddling his waist, I didn’t waste a single moment. Guiding his hands to my ass, I used his chest as leverage and rode him hard and fast.

  His fingers dug into me and he groaned, slamming his head into the pillows. The insides of my thighs were drenched with my need for him. I slid up and down his body easily, enjoying the feel of him getting harder with each thrust.

  “I’m going to come, beautiful,” he growled through clenched teeth.

  That’s what I wanted to hear, but I wasn’t expecting what he did next. He quickly wrapped his arms around my waist and flipped me onto my back, burying me into the mattress. Bringing my legs up, he held them to either side of me, pushing down behind each knee. Holding me in place, he pounded into me, slamming his hips against my thighs with untamed force.

  I knew he was close when his breaths came out in deep pants as he looked down at me. “You’re so tight,” he groaned.

  I was more than ready. Digging my nails into his back, I bit my lip as the tightness slowly began to spread inside. “Harder,” I moaned.

  He did as I requested and almost immediately I felt the warmth of his release filling me up as I rode wave after wave of my own climax, my body frozen until the last remnants of my orgasm subsided. Breathing hard, he let go of my legs and laid on top of me. Sweaty skin sliding against each other, he kissed me gently on the lips and then slowly pulled out of me, keeping his stormy gray eyes on mine.

  The tension was gone, but I knew he wasn’t done with me. The night wasn’t over.

  After brushing the damp hair off of my forehead, he held my face in his hands. “Thank you for coming to my fight tonight. I didn’t want to leave you, but I knew you needed your rest. I was worried about you.”

  “It’s okay,” I assured him. “I’m fine now. When I woke up, I knew I had to make it there. It wasn’t the easiest trip though, considering when I got to the ticket counter I told the lady I was with you and she basically laughed in my face. That wasn’t fun.”

  Tyler chuckled, but when I glared up at him he stopped. “Okay, that wasn’t funny, but I know they get that shit all of the time with people trying to get in for free. Next time, you just need to make sure you come with me.”

  I had a feeling next time I would be going by myself once he found out about my secret. As soon as we got home, I was going to tell him everything. I just had to pray he would forgive me.

  HEADING BACK TO Vegas made me nervous as hell. At least until I got the text from my brother saying he was headed back home, and that he would see me next weekend when he came back for the title fight. It felt like everything was crashing down on me. Not only did I have to explain to Tyler about Paxton, but this morning, I had to explain him to Bree and Cole.

  Unfortunately, they saw me talking to Paxton in the lobby this morning when he was saying goodbye. Tyler wasn’t happy about it either, but Pax approached us as we were checking out. Thankfully, it was just a quick goodbye. Pax could see in Tyler’s eyes that his patience was wearing thin.

  That wasn’t exactly the way I wanted my friends to find out about Paxton, especially since Cole lost the fight to him last night. Needless to say, both Bree and Cole felt betrayed and I didn’t blame them. I didn’t know they saw me with him until I got a text from Bree on the way home from Phoenix asking what the fuck was going on. I was kind of glad they didn’t ride with us because then I would’ve had to hear her bitch at me the entire time.

  Now we were all back at Tyler’s house, lounging on rafts in his Olympic-sized swimming pool, relaxing. Or at least I was trying to. The guys were inside getting a cooler filled up with drinks so that Bree could have her way with me.

  “I can’t believe you never told me,” she snapped, kicking water on me. “Cole was about to kick Paxton’s ass when he saw him talking to you, but then we saw Tyler right there. We had no clue what was going on.”

  Tyler had kept his arm around my waist the entire time, even when Gabriella happened to walk by with her boyfriend. She’d smiled at us and waved, which only made things weirder. I was in a lobby with my current boyfriend and both of our ex-lovers in the same room. It was like being trapped in a soap opera.

  “Is that why you kept saying you’d never date a fighter? Because of Paxton?”

  “Partly,” I replied. “Paxton and I dated in high school, but when he started fighting and I left for college, things kind of changed. He was getting into trouble and I didn’t like that.”

  “Yeah, he’s made a name for himself . . . and not a good one.”

  “He’s not like that anymore. He’s a good guy, Bree. People can change.”

  Lowering her sunglasses to the edge of her nose, she floated closer to me and held onto my raft, looking straight into my eyes. “Or,” she noted, “they could just be really good liars.”

  “Are you girls done arguing now?” Tyler shouted. He dove into the pool straight for me, while Cole dove in after Bree.

  Before I could slide off into the water, he flipped my raft over, laughing the entire time. He was going to pay for that. When I surfaced, I coughed up the water I swallowed and opened my eyes. “It’s going to be me and you arguing in just a minute,” I exclaimed, splashing him in the face with water. “That was so not funny.”

  Wrapping his arms around my waist he pulled me over to the edge of the pool and lifted me up so I could straddle his waist. His cock growing harder the closer he got.

  “I seem to remember us having some fun in the pool back in Phoenix. Want to do it again?” he asked, a mischievous smirk splayed across his face.

  Wide-eyed, I glanced over at Cole and Bree who were busy talking on the other end of the pool. “With Cole and Bree out here? Are you crazy?”

  Tyler chuckled and slid his hand between my legs, pulling my bathing suit to the side. “They’re getting ready to leave. We just got a call a few minutes ago saying there’s a party at the Labyrinth tonight. Cole’s going to take Bree home so she can get ready.”

  I looked over his shoulder at them and they were still busy talking, not paying attention to us at all. “Then why can’t we wait for them to go home?”

  “Because, beautiful,” he murmured, slipping his fingers inside of me, “where’s the fun in that?”

  I closed my eyes and moaned quietly. “Tyler, what are you doing to me?”

  He slid his fingers out and replaced them with something much, much larger. I gasped and opened my eyes. His fingers tightened on my ass when he pulled me down his cock, biting his lip as I gently moved up and down. He was much taller than me so with his back to our friends they couldn’t see me moving against him. I was going so slow, even the water around us was barely sloshing around.

  Tyler groaned and pinched my nipple, rolling it around to make it peak. “Fuck, I wish I could suck them right now.”

  With a sly grin on my face, I leaned over and whispered in his ear. “You can. All we have to do is go under.”

  He pushed inside of me hard and bit the lobe of my ear. “I think I’m rubbing off on you, beautiful. You’re not as innocent as you were when I first met you.” He looked over his shoulder at Bree and Cole then back to me. “Let’s do it.”

  We both smiled and took a deep breath, but before we could go under, Bree hollered for us. “Hey guys, Cole and I a
re going to head out so we can get ready for the party. We’ll see you both tonight, okay?”

  With Tyler still inside me, he turned us around like nothing was amiss and waved his hand in the air. “All right, we’ll see you then.”

  As soon as they got out of the pool and headed inside, I burst out laughing. “Do you think they suspected anything?”

  Tyler shook his head and pushed in deep. “No, they were clueless. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

  “So what do you want to do now?” I asked slyly.

  Reaching behind my back, Tyler untied my top and let it float away. “I think we need to finish what we started. Are you ready?” He pushed off the side of the pool and swam toward the deep end. “On the count of three we go under. One, two . . .”

  “Three,” we said at the same time.

  After taking a deep breath, we both went under.

  “So what’s the occasion tonight?” I asked as Tyler drove us to the Labyrinth. “Why is the owner throwing a party?”

  Tyler shrugged and smiled over at me. “He likes to have a huge party at the beginning of each new season to bring it in formally.”

  “Formally? What do you mean by that?”

  He looked down at my tight green and blue striped tank top and denim shorts and then back up to me. “Well, it’s summer time, right? Everyone’s going to be wearing summer-themed items.”

  Pursing my lips, I glanced down at my clothes and then over to what he was wearing. He was dressed in a pair of khaki shorts, a navy blue Oakley T-shirt with his platinum blond hair in messy spikes. Was I missing something?

  “Shouldn’t I be in a bathing suit then?” I inquired curiously.

  Tyler’s smile faded and he bit his lip. “Yeah, you could have, but I wasn’t exactly thrilled with you wearing the one you wore earlier in front of a bunch of men. Besides, that’s not all people will be wearing. There’ll be some people in regular clothes.”