Page 120 of Every Broken Promise
My current state was horny, but I guess my feelings didn’t matter.
I let him put the shirt over me, all the while keeping my snark to myself. Then I went to his bathroom, where my annoyance grew when I found a pack of brand-new toothbrushes under the sink.
Look at him being caring and thoughtful to his overnight guests. Was I aware that my jealousy was irrational? Yes. Did I care? Nope.
Did he stop his other overnight guest, too? What was the whole point of insisting on coming over if nothing would happen?
When I returned to Ty’s room, he was already in bed, in his drawstring pajamas and no shirt on. As always, he was lying on the left side of the bed.
Since I was the last one inside, I turned off the lights. The blinds on his windows were open enough for the moonlight to filter through. I didn’t speak to him as I got settled onmyside of the bed.
If this had been a sober thought, I might have frozen on the spot. I had my side of the bed…the same side that had been mine since we were children. That thought made me wonder if theother women who had been in his life knew about this. Had he told them why he always stayed on the left side?
Maybe I was a bit petty when I laid down and turned my back to him, but I couldn’t help the irrational feelings that came over me. Ty didn’t notice this and instead wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me toward him.
Damn him.
The small act had my body aching all over again, especially when I noticed his hard-on pressing against my ass.
I was still torn between being jealous and horny. My horniness side won out when I wiggled my ass against him. Ty’s arm got tighter, and he let out a ragged breath.
“Beautiful, you’re drunk.”
Then, it dawned on me what he had meant when he said I wasn’t in the right state of mind. He obviously thought I was way too drunk. I was stuck between wanting to kiss him and slap him for being sweet yet stupid.
FORTY-TWO
Astrid was tryingto kill me when I was trying so fucking hard to be good. She was still fucking cagey when it came to us. I didn’t think having sex while she was drunk would be a good idea.
“Ty,” she whimpered my name in her breathy tone, and all my blood rushed to my dick. The fucker probably hated me at this moment too.
“Beautiful,” I began to say, but she was having none of it.
Astrid turned around and shut me up with a kiss. Her hands tangled in my hair as her mouth nipped and licked the corner of my lips, teasing me. Knowing she was wearing my shirt with no bra and skimpy-ass underwear was my undoing. My hands wrapped around her waist, gripping the shirt at the sides, causing it to bunch up around her waist.
Her legs were soft like silk. Suddenly, I didn’t know where to touch her. I dragged one of her legs around my waist. Astrid was sprawled half on top of me. I could feel her core pressed against my aching dick.
I wanted her.
No, I needed her.
She was everything I had ever wanted and more.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” I confessed breathlessly as I pulled away from her.
Her eyes were glossy, partly due to the alcohol and from that kiss. Her lips were swollen, and her chest rose and fell haphazardly. Astrid maneuvered herself above me. Before I could say anything else, she began to kiss my neck. Her nails raked over my chest. She nipped and kissed her way down my chest and abs.
My dick was throbbing.
“Beautiful,” I croaked as I looked down at her.
Fuck.
She smirked at me as she pulled down my drawstring pants along with my boxers. My dick sprang free, and the naughty little vixen licked her lips while maintaining eye contact with me.
I was mesmerized watching the way her head bent, the way her hair caressed my abs and thighs. Shit, I had fantasized about this a thousand times, but nothing could have prepared me for the way it felt being engulfed in her mouth.
Wet.
