Page 64 of Impulsive Saint
“Please, Tyler. More.” She gasped as he plunged his fingers deep and thumbed her clit at the same time. “I’m close.”
“I know, I can feel you hovering right on the edge.” Tyler whispered. “You’re so damn tight, squeezing my fingers, trying to keep me inside. You know it’s where I belong don’t you, Ashtyn?”
“Yes.” she cried out in loss when he suddenly moved his hand away.
For a strange moment she felt utterly bereft at the loss. As if nothing and nobody would ever be able to make her whole again. But just as quickly as the panic formed, Tyler soothed it away with the thrust of his cock.
“Yes!” she gasped the word, her back arching, pressing her hips back to meet his thrust as he buried himself deep inside of her. “Oh God, yes. Yes. Yes!”
“So perfect.” Tyler grunted as he began to piston his hips, his hand still intwined with hers gripping tight now, as if he needed to be grounded just as much as she did.
Ashtyn completely lost control. Her body bucked, slipping and sliding against his as he took her apart and then put her back together. It didn’t take long. She’d already been so close and her body was already primed for him so when he hit that sensitive spot inside of her that made her cry out his name and brushed his thumb over her clit at the same time, she shattered into a million pieces.
Her body, mind, and heart. It all fell to pieces and without her guard up she could see clearly for the first time that no matter if they got to Vegas today, tomorrow or next week, that she wasn’t going to be ready to let this man go. She couldn’t be sure what her future looked like. She would have to deal with her past first before she could start building that future. But she knew one hundred percent, without a doubt, that Tyler was more than just her present and her future self, wherever she might go, whoever she might become, wanted Tyler right there beside her.
“Mmm.” His deep hum of satisfaction brought her back to reality, where he was curled around her, holding her beneath the steady stream of warm water in the shower of a dingy motel in Arizona. “You okay?”
“Better than.” She smiled, turning in his arms to kiss him softly.
“You make me crazy.” He smiled in return, pressing his forehead to hers. “I wasn’t as gentle as I should have been. You must be sore.”
“Well, the idea of riding on the motorcycle for the next 8 hours certainly doesn’t sound appealing right now.” she joked and he chuckled.
“We could always spend the day here, get some rest, and keep going tomorrow.”
She raised an eyebrow, “You’d do that? Just… relax here with me and waste the day instead of hitting the road?”
“I can’t think of anything I’d like better than to waste the day with you, Ashtyn.” He kissed the tip of her nose and her heart went all shaky again.
“But the Grand Canyon…” She searched his face questioningly.
“We can go see the Grand Canyon tomorrow.” He smoothed her hair back and cupped her face, “It’s not going anywhere and, just for the record, neither am I.”
She smiled, leaning up to kiss him again. That was all she’d needed to hear. She let him pull her back under the water and soap them up, rinsing them thoroughly before carrying her out of the shower and back to bed. He dried her gently with one of the rough hotel towels and then tucked her back between the sheets, crawling in with her and holding her against his chest.
And right there, in that moment, in a dingy motel room in the middle of nowhere, Ashtyn finally felt like she had found the place where she belonged.
20
It took them three more days to reach Las Vegas and though Tyler’s phone was beeping almost consistently now with demands from his oldest brother for updates, he was ignoring Vaughn and the rest of the outside world.
Something had happened in that motel in Flagstaff. Something big and life-changing and he wasn’t ready to face what it meant for him after this journey was over. He didn’t think Ashtyn was either. So instead of talking about it or about their feelings or about the future, they’d spent the past few days making love every chance they had, riding the motorcycle for shorter periods of time just so they could stop and talk over a meal at a roadside diner, and thoroughly enjoying the beauty and simplicity of the big world around them even as they existed only for each other inside their little bubble of happiness.
He wasn’t sure what was going to happen when this trip was over. When they had to go back to the real world, to Nashville, when Ashtyn had to face her father and he was forced to face Vaughn and account for his every action. Ashtyn had said she didn’t want to think about the past or about the future, that the present belonged to them and that was enough. He was trying desperately to believe her but every extra day, every hour and minute, that he got to spend with her only cemented his feeling that he didn’t want the end of this road trip to be the end of them.
The timing was all wrong, he knew that. Ashtyn might not want to admit that she was vulnerable having just run away from her only serious adult relationship, but she was. He could very easily just be the rebound, the guy she used to get her where she wanted to go, a nice memory she told her friends about somewhere in the future while she drank martinis at the country club and wondered if this wild trip had ever really happened or if it had all been a dream. But he hoped and prayed each time he kissed her, touched her or got to be on the receiving end of one of her smiles, that he was more than that to her and that she knew she was more than that to him.
He was in love with her. He thought maybe he had been for a while now. It wasn’t simple or easy but it was the truth. He’d never really been in love with a woman before now, he realized. He’d thought he was, sure. But compared to what he felt for Ashtyn, all of those previous women paled in comparison.
He’d told Hunter time and again that he didn’t want to settle down. He wasn’t a one-woman kind of man. He wasn’t the kind that settled down with a wife and made a family and did a regular nine to five job where he was home in time for dinner and soccer games on the weekends. But damn if he didn’t want exactly that with Ashtyn someday.
Only he loved her and that meant what he wanted wasn’t important. He only wanted her to be happy. He could wish and hope that she would love him in return but if she didn’t, he knew he would have to let her go. That was love and that was how he knew that what he felt for her was bigger than anything else he’d felt in his life.
It was also why he was planning to make the most of this part of this last stop of their trip. No more roadside motels. No more barely edible diner dinners. For their time in Las Vegas he had gone all out.
He’d checked his bank account while they were at the Grand Canyon and sure enough, there was a tidy little sum deposited that had to be courtesy of the Echols family. He hadn’t bothered checking the account before because he’d had no intention of spending the money on Ashtyn. First because he’d been set on showing her the rough side of a road trip in an effort to convince her to go back home and then, even once he softened, because using her parents’ money to pay for the rooms where he fucked their daughter had seemed wrong. He hadn’t touched a single penny of their money during this trip, especially not after he’d started sleeping with Ashtyn, but he figured if he was going to get paid for this then the least he could do was use the money to give Ashtyn the Las Vegas experience of her dreams.
He’d booked the hotel on his phone. He’d bought tickets for shows and concerts he thought she might enjoy. He’d even asked the concierge service at the hotel to do some shopping on their behalf and outfit them with everything they’d need for their stay since they’d been wearing the same few pairs of jeans and t-shirts for nearly a week now.
