Just him and me.
His muscles flex underneath my touch, and I can feel his heartbeat in rhythm with mine as we get tangled in the sheets. He’s on top of me, alternating between kissing and nipping at me. When he bites my shoulder, I gasp. The roughness, the sheer primal action, sends my body into a frenzy. Heat travels down my spine like that of the subway zipping, sending sparks flying in its wake.
“Tell me, Em. What do you want me to do to you?” His voice comes out deeper now, heating me further.
“I… need…”
“Yes?” he asks breathlessly, running his fingertips along my skin. “Can you trust me to make this good for you?” His hand travels down to cup me between my thighs.
Whimpering, I nod furiously, ready for him and all he has to offer.
He trails kisses down the valley of my breasts. He stops to suck on each nipple, then bites them, making me squirm underneath him.
It’s like he wants to eat me alive.
And I’ve never felt so sexy, so empowered, as I do in these moments when he worships me. Like I’m the center of his world in and out of the bedroom.
He settles between my legs, his hands gripping my ass. His breath is cool on my wet heat, and I grip the sheets.
I’m on the verge of insanity.
His nostrils flare when he says, “Do you trust me, Em?”
I peer at him, my thighs trembling, and realize the weight of his question. It goes beyond just putting his mouth and hands on me. He’s asking me to trust him completely. Mind, body, and soul.
“Yes.”
The moment the short word leaves my lips, his tongue darts out to me, licking every sensitive part of me as I give up control.
As I let loose for this man.
At this moment, all the reasons I tried to fight him off at first don’t matter.
As he continues his assault, he pushes a finger inside me, rendering me paralyzed as the tension builds. As I revel in this new sense of togetherness.
I see stars as I climax, his name falling from my lips as smooth as melting ice cream down a cone.
My hips buck in ecstasy as he continues working me to prolong the sensation further. I scream incoherencies as the massive waves of pleasure increase.
He lets me ride out my orgasm, his eyes full of admiring wonder.
As the wave subsides, my chest swells at his affection, one of awe and lust and love. He’s watching me like I amaze him.
He crawls on top of me, his tip at my quivering entrance. When he kisses me, it’s hard and feral. He runs his hands through my wild hair, tugging on the ends, not finished with me.
“You’re amazing,” he murmurs against my lips, inching himself inside me little by little.
All I can do is moan, savoring my taste on his lips, my body still limp and satisfied. I’m so out of it that I can’t think straight, not with his hard length stretching me slowly.
Deliciously.
I want to stay suspended in this moment forever.
“Em?”
“Mmm?”
When he stays silent, I open my eyes as best I can and take in his sheepish expression. If it were light in here, I bet he’d even be blushing. “What is it?”
“I love you.”
With that, he thrusts deep into me. One hand grips my hip, then pulls my leg around his waist, while his other searches for gold in my hair.
I’m lost to him, the feel of his large, hard body against my petite one. He consumes me, nipping at my earlobe, sliding in and out of me slowly. His slow pace is a sharp contrast to my frenzied hands and trembling body.
My hands roam across his shoulders, down to his sides, until I grip his firm ass in both my hands. This way, I pull him as close to me as possible, spreading my legs farther apart. We stay frozen in time, our foreheads pushed together like we’re trying to fuse our bodies into one.
He breathes in and out, taking my breath away altogether when his chest pushes on mine.
Kissing me eagerly, he slowly moves inside me again. A moan is caught in my throat, caught in the moment of silence where we become one.
I move my hips in sync to his, needing him to go faster yet slower, hungry yet tender. Needing him to make love to me yet fuck me.
I need it all from him.
Everything he has to give—I want it all.
And Ty gives it to me, his graceful movements speaking volumes of how he feels. His hurt subsides while his love shines.
This feels different from all the other times. I used to want to hold on to these moments because I never knew which would be our last, but now, we have all the time in the world.
No imminent breakup.
No disappearing acts.
We’re trusting each other.
A couple more stray tears roll down my cheeks, and my mouth hangs open. He kisses them all away. His lips are soft while the rest of him is so hard.
I gasp as he picks up his pace, his fingers delicately moving the hair from my forehead. We come together, panting as we stare into each other’s eyes.
“I love you too,” I whisper, my vision clearing. It had been clear all along—my heart knew it wanted Ty from the beginning, but we had to wait for him.
And it was worth it.
He stays inside me, his head leaning against mine. “I love you.”
His voice is raspy yet strong, much like our love. We may have started on a rocky foundation but built a love that lasts.
As we settle into bed, my heart beats wildly, his arm draped over my waist, our bodies angled toward each other.
“You really want kids someday?” I ask sheepishly, drawing my bottom lip in with my teeth like I just asked him if he thinks of me in the shower.
“If they’re with you, yeah.” He uses his thumb and forefinger to pull my lips apart, then chuckles.
“What?”
Shaking his head, he scoots closer and kisses the tip of my nose. “I just never imagined I’d want kids. Before my sister died, I wanted a big family—eight kids.”
“Eight?” I screech.
He smiles, his hand tightening around my waist, before his expression darkens. “But when we lost Charlie, I lost faith in the world. In myself. In the whole idea of family. Until you.”
My heart.
The tears build again. Having Ty here in my bed talking about wanting a family, it’s better than anything I’d hoped for. “I want a family too. A wholesome one, like the one I never had growing up.”
He nods into the pillow.
“But someday. I’m not ready anytime soon, just so you don’t think I’m in any hurry. We have time.” I smile and kiss him, sighing into him.
“We have plenty of time, all right,” he murmurs against my lips, and I settle in for the night.
After many lonely nights, I know I won’t be lonely anymore.
Not with Ty by my side.
CHAPTER 54
Ty
I roll over until I bury Emma beneath me, my back on her front. “Where are you? Emma, you here?” Her laughs are muffled as she tries to push against me. “I’m blinded. You’ve blinded me from too much sex.”
I reach my arms out in the air, and she playfully slaps my bare back. Reaching behind me, I tickle her sides, which makes her body jerk beneath me.
Her laughter grips my heart, circles it and holds on for the ride.
“Get off of me!” she sputters. “You are a grown-ass man. More like a gorilla.”
I burst with laughter, but when one of her hands snakes to my waist and travels down to cup my naked junk, I sharply inhale. “I… can’t move now.”
I love her hands on me.
Her hands are soft and small. Everything about her is petite. My dick looks ten times larger in her gentle, feminine hands, which turns me on even more.
I quickly harden under her touch, feeling like I’m eighteen again. Feeling like I’m born again.
It’s like being touched for the first time.
I can easily see myself waking up th
is way every day.
Her breathing against my back is warm and rapid. “I don’t actually want you to move.”
She grips my shaft, slowly moving up and down.
I gulp, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Too heated to form words, I make a humming noise, especially when her other hand moves up and down one side of my body.
It’s slow. Tentative. Sensual.
Goose bumps trail along my side, following her touch.
My body stills above her as the tension and imminent release build the faster she moves her hand.
Her hard nipples poke my back, and her breathing audibly quickens, like she’s enjoying this just as much as I am. It makes me want to scream.
Makes me never want to leave this bed.
But I have to.
For a few days, anyway. Then, I’ll be right back here again, getting wrapped up in Emma.
I turn slightly to the side to give her a better angle so she can grip me more tightly. Putting my hand over hers, I roll over, then kneel above her, pumping my dick before I come on her.
She gasps, watching me, her chest heaving.
Erotic.
She’s so sexy, covered in me.
Mine.
She’s finally mine.
I grunt once more, spent from getting to know each other all over again the entire night.
I study her with the same fascination I would a Monet.
This picture of her with white marks running down between her perfect breasts, her dark hair loose and unruly, her lips swollen from my kisses now forming an O, it’s all better than any painting I’ve ever done of her.
It’s better than any work of art I’ve ever seen.
She flashes her eyes to mine. After shaking off my hazy vision, I take in the corners of her lips twitching, like it’s slow motion.
Then she smiles, and I smile back, like we both know this is the beginning of something special.
I’m full, yet empty as I clean her up, her eyes now lazy from the early hour.
“Shit!”
“You okay?” She leans forward, clutching the sheet to her chest, and her hair falls over her shoulder.
I hold my foot, resting my hip against the foot of her bed. “Stubbed my damn toe. It’s my favorite one too.”
“You have a favorite toe?”
“Of course, doesn’t everyone? Her name is Brenda.”
“You named your toe Brenda?” She lays her head back down. “It’s too early for this conversation. I have too many questions.”
“I’ll save it for next time. When I come back to fuck you in the living room, then the kitchen, then maybe even on the balcony.” I wiggle my eyebrows before softly biting her bottom lip, dropping my voice to a whisper. “Then I’ll take you to my apartment in Vegas and start over again.”
Her face falls at my mention of Vegas.
“We’ll see each other all the time,” I say, her expression softening as if I read her mind. “My schedule will depend on what Leo does—the jackass is still undecided on what to do about stepping down or not.” I chuckle and manage to get a small grin from her. I kiss her on the lips, then her cheeks and nose. “But we’ll make this work. I swear to you.”
“We will.”
“You can also think about coming on tour with us. You can be my groupie,” I joke, gathering my things.
“Yeah right. I’ll be your groupie the day you start drinking chamomile tea.”
“That’s not a drink. It’s basically hot piss in a tiny cup. Why would anyone drink that?” I laugh, remembering the first time she made me drink it and I spit it back into the mug.
“But it’s good for you!”
“Says who? Your Instagram pals? I’ll need more convincing than that.”
She rolls her eyes.
I sit on the edge of the bed then, in only my black briefs. Her gaze rakes over me in appreciation as I pull my jeans on.
The way she licks her lips makes me want to yank them back off.
My chest aches from happiness mixed with sadness. Happy we’re together again. That I’ve found my person in this world after so many years of wandering in a lost fog.
But sad that she’s still frowning, the wheels in her head turning as she bites her lip.
“Baby, please don’t think too hard. You’re getting wrinkles right before my eyes, and you’re too young for that.”
I hope the determination in my eyes, the fierce way I’m looking at her, and the loving way I held her all night, are enough to settle her nerves.
“It will work,” she says confidently. “I’ll just miss you when you’re gone.”
“Me too, Em.” I brush my lips across her knuckles. “Me too.”
EPILOGUE
Emma
The song starts slow.
The drums in the background pick up as Kelly Clarkson’s voice fills the room.
The curtains part. I see his broad chest covered in tattoos that travel down most of his arms. My breath hitches, my heart leaping out of my chest, wanting to run to him and forget about the room full of others.
We’re good at being in our own little world, anyway.
He walks out to the beat of “Slow Dance,” his head hanging low and covered by his fedora. Slowly removing it, he leans to the side, extending his hat toward the ground before putting it back on.
The song continues, picking up speed, growing louder and louder, as his movements grow just the same. He pulls at his suspenders before getting down on his knees. Thrusting his hips upward, he pulls the suspenders down over his bare shoulders, his graceful dance moves causing the room to fall silent.
My mouth falls open.
Sweat builds on the back of my neck.
I idly trace the necklace around my neck as he jumps up, then gyrates his hips to the left, then right, to the off beat of the song.
Smiling toward the crowd—toward me—he pulls his pants off, revealing a black speedo. I get a good view of his abs. The same abs I’ve traced, licked, and kissed.
Next to me, Kendall and Bailey whistle and clap along with the rest of the crowd. My gaze stays glued to Ty’s fluid movements as he swivels his hips, his oiled down chest and abs glistening in their naked glory.
Before I know it, he’s making his way down the steps, the song close to the end. I’ve seen him dance several times over the last two months, and each time, he’s picked me to dance with.
But it’s not time.
This isn’t the point in the show where they all pick girls to dance with.
Maybe he and Leo decided to switch things up. Leo finally made up his mind to help Ty in the transition, so they’re both basically co-coaching the group for a few weeks. Leo plans to fade out and focus more on helping Sebastian with the hotel while Ty takes over Naked Heat.
That works well since I have plans of my own too.
Ty walks toward me, and my hand stops fiddling with my necklace.
All the women turn their heads, their eyes bulging out of their sockets.
He doesn’t seem to notice any of them. Just me.
His expression is serious, no longer teasing or playful. Once he reaches me, he holds out his hand, and I take it. He twirls me around once, then pulls me close and rubs his hand down my side. He audibly inhales, and I start to worry. “What’re you doing?”
“You should really learn to accept surprises and just go with it,” he whispers in my ear as the song ends.
Leo appears by my side and hands Ty a microphone.
I open my mouth to speak, but the words are caught in my throat somewhere between “No!” and “Hell yes, talk dirty to me.”
These shows always leave me panting, and Ty is all too quick to take care of me, which I don’t mind one bit.
“Ladies and a few gentlemen, this is Emma, my girlfriend. Every show, we pick a girl to dance with, and she’s my pick for the night.” He turns his attention to me, putting his pants back on that Leo gives him. “You’re my pick. You’ve always been my pick since the n
ight we met, and you sneered at me.”
The room fills with soft laughter, and many women’s mouths hang open, along with my own.
Ty pulls a small box from behind his back and gets down on one knee. “I want you to be my pick every night from here on out. Be mine and marry me, Emma.”
My hands slowly cover my mouth as the tears build.
“I know we talked about waiting. But I don’t want to wait another minute to start my future with you. I know there are a lot of uncertain things in this life, but I know one thing. I want to marry you. I want to have a family with you. I want to build a life with you.”
“Yes.” I feel myself nod, the last few minutes feeling like an out-of-body experience.
He slides the simple yet elegant ring onto my finger, my heart beating quickly. Then he places both his hands on either side of my face and kisses me.
I never would’ve thought I’d be the one to bring Ty Alesana to his knees—literally. I never would’ve guessed we’d make it here after the year we’ve had. After all the pain and uncertainty.
I’m his.
And he’s mine.
After the show ends, we stay long enough to give each of our friends a hug. We waste no time running upstairs to a suite and consummating this engagement like it’s our actual wedding night. He even jokes that we’re in Vegas now with plenty of elopement options, but I halt that thought with a searing kiss.
“I don’t want a huge wedding, but I’d like a ceremony where Elvis is not in attendance.” I roll my eyes. “Never thought I’d say that sentence.”
He chuckles against my lips, kissing me one more time before my phone rings on the nightstand. I don’t answer it. Instead, I meet his gaze. “We’ll get to all that after we figure out one major issue.” I inhale deeply. “I don’t want to spend our whole engagement living in a different state than you.”
“I don’t want that, either. I fucking hate every time we have to say goodbye.”
“I have a plan.” I smile, running my hand up and down his bare chest.
“Yeah?”
“I’ve been considering expanding my business… like opening another studio.”
“Yeah?” he whispers this time.
I nod slowly to let the idea sink in.
When I set this plan in motion, I was worried I was making the same mistake I did with Brant. That I was pushing for Ty and me to have a future, but with Ty, it doesn’t feel that way. The last few weeks have felt like we’re on the same page—on the same team. That’s something I didn’t realize I’d lost with Brant until it was too late.
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