Page 40 of Unveiled Wishes

“Tyler,” I moaned, needing to remind myself this was real.

“That’s right. I am the only who’s ever going to make you feel this way.”

My back arched, and I gripped the sheets tighter, hearing a ripping sound. I felt too good to care. This time, I rocked my hips against his mouth. I’d plunge myself further on his tongue, and when it became too much, I’d rock my ass further back into the bed, away from him. It wouldn’t last long as he followed my movements until it all became a blur. Falling over the ledge, I didn’t know how I’d gone without for so long. My brain pounded one man’s name: Tyler. He was the only one who’d ever set my heart ablaze.

Tyler climbed off the bed, and I tried to close my legs, but I couldn’t move. He walked over to his jeans and removed his wallet, sliding a condom into the palm of his hand.

“Should I be worried that you have a condom in your wallet?” I didn’t recognize my voice. It was sex bomb meets two packs of cigarettes a day.

He chuckled and dropped his boxers onto the floor. “I don’t normally, but I was hoping your trip to the bar tonight would help.”

Tyler turned around, and my eyes widened as my jaw dropped. “Is that…?” I asked, not brave enough to finish the question.

“Yeah, it’s a Prince Albert piercing, but you’re warm and wet enough to take me without a problem. Watch out for the quiet ones, Em.”

I was speechless as I stared at him.

He climbed onto the bed, gathering me into his arms. “You alright?” he asked, watching me closely for any sign of distress.

I wasn’t sure what my face looked like. I wasn’t afraid of him. He would never hurt me, but this was a fresh experience, and I had to pick a man with a piercing for my first.

He placed his lips at my ear. “I am sorry, Em. I should have taken you out. Showed you off with wine and dinner, but I am a selfish bastard. You’re here, in this bed with me, and I am not letting go.” He turned my cheek so that he could kiss my lips. “Feeling good?”

I nodded my head. It was all I was capable of.

“Feel me,” he said with a dark chuckle. “All of me.” He rubbed the tip of his dick against my clit before sliding into me. “You’re gripping me. Your body knows who you belong to,” he growled low in my ear. “Me.”

Picking up the pace, he didn't stop whispering in my ear as he slid deep within me, hitting all the right places. I clung to him as my lifeline until I couldn’t take it anymore. “You’re mine,” I whispered into the room.

He tilted his head back and roared his release. The sight was enough to send a shiver down my back as he collapsed against my chest.

Chapter 15

Replaced By Bikers

Wreck

I hadn’t slept all night. The guilt was eating me alive, and my stomach was so upset I wanted to hurl. I was dirty, and no amount of scrubbing would clean up the mess I’d made.

It was mid-morning, and the club was quiet. I could still smell the lingering scent of bacon from breakfast, but I hadn’t joined in today. I wasn’t sure I could stomach the food, and I hadn’t wanted to deal with any jokes about my appetite. If I gave the brothers an inch, they’d take a mile.

I wanted to get this done quickly and with the fewest eyes possible. I left my room, not bothering to knock on Pretty’s door. There was nothing new to say, and I didn’t want to stand there staring at each other. We each thought we were right, and no one would give. I’d been listening to Zook talk about his mistakes, and the one thing I had focused on was actions spoke louder than words. I was going to test his theory. Knocking on Aunt E’s door, I waited. When I heard nothing, I knocked again, but this time, Thunder answered.

“What are you doing in here?” I asked, suspicion lacing my voice. Aunt E had always been nice to me, and if Thunder was messing around with her, we were going to have a serious issue.

He smirked at me and opened the door. I took a glimpse inside, and it appeared to be innocent. Aunt E was sitting on the bed in her pajamas, propped up against the pillows. There was a chessboard to the side of her with the pieces scattered all over. I didn’t know enough about the game, but it looked legit.

“I play chess with her to help stimulate her mind. Nothing more, Wreck.” Thunder chuckled, finding amusement at my expense. It might have appeared innocent, but Thunder had staked his claim. I knew the look better than anyone else. I’d done the same thing in private.

“He even lets me…win some…times,” Aunt E chimed in, her voice soft and a little shaky. She tucked her hand between her knees, her gaze unfocused. “Wreck,” she said, her voice wavering. My heart clenched. Each relapse, no matter how small, was a sharp reminder of what she’d been through. She should have never been in that position to begin with.

“Aunt E, how are you feeling?” I wouldn’t be that rude bastard who asked for a favor without checking in with her first.

“I am…good,” she said. “Not winning.” She waved her hand over the game.

“Just smile at him, and I am sure he’ll forget how to play,” I said, well aware of what a well-timed smile could do.

“Friends,” she murmured, shifting to get more comfortable against the pillows.

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