“I understand, when I saw a picture of you with your law school boyfriend on Instagram, I lost my mind.” Ty clasped his big hand with my tiny one.
I was stunned and remorseful. I had no idea he’d trolled me too, not that there was anything to troll. “I’m sorry.”
“Ah, Z, I don’t want you to feel bad. I’m sorry too. I gave up after your voice mail. It seemed like you’d moved on, I didn’t realize how badly you were hurting too.” Ty kissed my hand. “I wouldn’t have stayed away.”
I traced my finger along his arm. “Thanks for including me tonight. It was special. You’re an amazing songwriter. Musician. You absolutely deserve all of the success.”
Ty watched me stroking his arm with a furrowed brow and changed the subject back. “I just wish you had talked to me back then. We always shared everything, you were the only one I’ve ever let all the way in.”
“I’ve beaten myself up about this a million times,” I tried to explain. “I don’t know, Carter convinced me that you needed to be free and that we would find each other again if it was meant to be.”
“It was a dick move, and I’ve told him so.” Ty played with my hair. “He had no right to use his influence on you. But he’s my family and I’ve forgiven him.”
“I’m glad. I truly think he was trying to protect you. I’m the one who took it too far.”
“It hurt so bad when you left. I questioned everything we meant to each other for so many years.” Ty closed his eyes and took a deep, confessional breath, “I wrote those songs to hurt you as much as you hurt me.”
“Oh.” His revelation cut a little deep, especially hearing him actually say the words. Although, I had known it all along.
“I thought you had thrown me away,” Ty continued. “I didn’t understand it, making love to you that night. You gifting your virginity to me, I would have never left you. Ever. I went from being the happiest guy on the planet one night to being destroyed by the next morning. It was like you died, you just disappeared. I thought I meant more to you than that.”
“Oh Ty.” The flood of tears that had been looming all night finally escaped. “You meant everything to me, you still mean so much to me. That’s why I did what I did. I hope you can forgive me someday, and we can at least be friends.”
“I don’t want to be friends.”
“What?” I was shocked.
“I want you back.”
“You do?” I wanted to make sure I heard him correctly, that this night wasn’t a dream.
“I knew it from the minute I walked into that meeting and saw you again.” Ty caressed my face and thumbed my tears away, and I leaned in. “No, I’ve always known, even through all of the bullshit.”
“Ty, I want you back too.” I promptly started to sob uncontrollably and tried to pull away because I was mortified at the depth of my emotion. I’d kept it contained and in check for so many years.
Ty wouldn’t let me go, instead, he enveloped me into his body. “Butterfly, I think our timing is finally right. I want our timing to be right. We deserve happiness.”
“I hope so. I still love you, Ty. I’ve never stopped.” I buried my face into his neck, unable to stop bawling. Ty kept me tight against his body, rubbing my back as I tearfully released eight years of emotion in the span of three solid minutes. Nothing else mattered in the world but being in Ty’s arms forever.
“I love you so much, Zoey, please don’t cry.” Ty gently took my face in his hands, and literally kissed my tears away, and we slid down on his expansive, plush couch, lying side-by-side, facing each other.
I reached up and buried my hands in his hair and pulled him to me, kissing him roughly. My lips explored his and we ran our hands all over each other’s bodies, which we both still remembered so well. Ty reached down and pulled the skirt of my dress up, causing it to bunch around my legs. Our tongues tangled passionately, and I whimpered when he stroked my inner thighs with his palms, causing my dress to move up farther around my waist to reveal my panties. Groaning, he wrapped his arms around my lower back, pulling me so close I could feel his rock-hard shaft burrowing into my core through his jeans.
“I want you.” My voice was yearning, sexual, so not me.
“You have me,” Ty whispered.
“If we do this, we finally won’t have to sneak around to avoid our parents and the guys.” I sucked on the side of his neck and writhed against his cock.
Ty held me in place against his hardness, his finger moving my panties to the side. “When we do this, I’m going to keep you in my bed all weekend and do everything I always dreamed about doing with you all these years.”
“Head on a stake? Poison? Death by fiery dragon?” I teased in between feathering kisses along his jawbone.
Ty took a long suckle on my earlobe and inch by tortuous inch slipped a finger inside me and growled, “Nah, I’m finally going to be able to fuck you in all the ways I’ve ever wanted to.”
His words made my newly waxed pussy soak his finger with arousal. “Yes. Please, Ty. I want that so bad.”
“Whatever my girl needs,” Ty added a second finger and wiggled both deeper, hooking them to stroke over my insane internal pleasure spot, playing me like a fiddle. “Oh fuck! Your pussy is bare!”
His intimate touch and dirty words made me more rapturous than I’d ever felt before. Ty’s lips descended on mine and I melted into
