Her breath hitched when I dragged two fingers through her soaking slit and plunged them inside her, even though I knew she was more than ready for me. My cock was so hard it was nearly painful, so I quickly replaced my fingers and sank fully into her with a loud groan. Zoey reached for my hand and sucked my fingers coated with her essence into her mouth.
“Holy mother of god, you’re killing me.” I moaned at the sight as I moved my hips to find the perfect rhythm.
The sounds we made as our bodies slapped together was the best music in the world, the smell of our sex permeated the bedroom. I placed one foot on the ground, so her leg could rest over mine and used the additional leverage and angle to drive into her wildly. We went from lovemaking to downright fucking in under a second. I knew there was no holding back and I barely touched her clit with my thumb when Zoey screamed out my name and convulsed around me again. Shouting as I emptied inside her, I came for what seemed like hours.
Zoey flopped back, relaxed as a noodle, and I carefully pulled her under the covers. When she fell fast asleep against me, nestled in my arms, I stroked her hair and thought about how lucky we were to have a second chance. It would be easy to remain angry at all the circumstances and people that had kept us apart for so long, but everything felt right when we were together.
Chapter 19
ZOEY
My eyes opened when I heard loud laughter and general commotion outside the bedroom door. Before investigating, I wanted a moment to myself, so I burrowed under the silky sheets and inhaled the smell of me and Ty. Smiling to myself at the memory of the past twelve hours, I couldn’t help but adore how Ty was still sweet and kind to everyone around him, including me.
From my suitcase, I pulled out some leggings and a T-shirt and padded barefoot outside to locate the source of the noise. Connor and Zane were sitting on stools at the kitchen island slagging Ty while he stood with his arms crossed, gloriously shirtless, his wavy hair a rumpled mess. He good-naturedly glared at them.
“Hey, Zoey.” Zane came over to give me a hug, his loopy grin wide.
“Connor, Zane, you better erase the image of my boobs from your mind.” I covered his eyes with my hand.
“Aww, not possible, they’re spectacular.” He waggled his eyebrows at me from under my palm.
“It better fucking be possible.” Ty growled.
“So, are you guys back together?” Connor leaned back on his stool, his ripped arms crossed above his head.
“We are, and this time it’s for good.” I nestled into Ty’s side. He kissed the top of my head.
“Finally!” Zane shouted, fist in the air. “Now you won’t be such a pain in all of our asses.”
“Don’t be so sure,” Ty beamed.
“Don’t forget to call Jace, he’s fucking pissed about the paparazzi stuff.” Connor pointed at Ty.
“What happened?” I asked.
Connor tapped his phone and held up the TMZ page where, sure enough, there were several pictures of Ty and me in front of Dan Tana’s. Ty looked absolutely gorgeous, he clearly had become accustomed to having his photo taken and knew his angles. On the other hand, my two expressions ranged from scared rabbit to triple-chinned yokel.
“I’ll call him later,” Ty promised. “We have plans today.”
“Just be careful, bring Sergey with you,” Zane cautioned.
“He’s meeting us in Laguna.”
“Well, if he can prevent any more ugly pictures of me being taken, I’m all for it.” I scrunched up my nose. “I’d like to avoid my name getting out there, I’m afraid I’ll get backlash at the firm.”
“Well, we are pretty famous, sweetheart!” Zane stood and gestured to Ty. “You better get used to it quickly if you’re going to be with that one.”
“Knock it off, dude. Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Ty shooed the guys back to the pool house.
We took a sexy shower and I put on cutoffs, a black tank top, and my wedge sandals. As always, Ty wore jeans that were barely held together by the threads, a vintage Soundgarden T-shirt, a baseball cap, and flip-flops. We spent the day driving his not-too-incognito fuckmobile down the coast, leisurely stopping in some of the beach towns to browse the kiosks, hold hands, and enjoy the sun.
Zane was right about Ty’s popularity. We couldn’t go anywhere without camera phones following us.
Ty was acutely aware of his surroundings, having lived this way for so many years. He’d refined escape from aggressive fans into a fine art. When someone recognized Ty and asked for a selfie, he graciously handled it like a pro. If they got demanding, he expertly deflected. Although he took it in stride because he was so used to it, for me it was intrusive and a bit terrifying. After the first few incidents, it was really hard not to show my discomfort.
At some point during the day, Jace sent Ty a stern text with links to photos that Ty had been tagged in. Apparently, the LTZ universe was abuzz about Tyson Rainier’s mystery woman, but according to most of the comments the fans were not impressed with me in the slightest. Talk about ego-crusher. After that, I tried to hide from the camera to avoid more scrutiny.
I couldn’t believe that Alex had sought this out and became so famous on Instagram. My introverted self didn’t know how to handle it. It occurred to me that it was only a matter of time before I was outed as the “bitch that broke his heart.”
By the time we got to The Ritz at Laguna Beach, it was nearly seven p.m. and I was sick, sore, and tired of people. Sergey escorted us to
