“I get it. Your parents don’t trust me with you so they filmed me.”
“No. They’ve not seen this video.” Zoey rested her cheek on her hand and studied me.
“I don’t understand.”
“I can’t remember much about my time in the hospital. As you know, I was really drugged up on pain meds. Apparently, I told you we had no future.”
My throat knotted. Tears threatened to burst free. Knowing that my time with Zoey would come to an end had been an inevitability for the past few weeks. Having this conversation with her was torture. My hands clenched into fists and I pushed them against my eyes.
“Look at me, Ty.”
An uncontrollable sob burst out. I couldn’t look at her. I was too ashamed.
“Ty. Look at me.” Zoey gripped my fists and moved them away from my eyes.
I peered at her through a veil of tears.
“You’re my everything. You are everything.” Zoey’s fingers interlocked with mine. “My mom set up the video feed just for me. For us. So I’d have memories that would have otherwise been impossible.”
“I should have told you everything, I planned to. I didn’t—”
“It’s okay. Really.”
“No.” I shook my head. “It’s not.”
Zoey pierced me with a stern look and tightened her hands around my fingers. “Stop. Listen to me. I know about everything that you have done since the accident. You’ve done enough penance for something that wasn’t your fault. So have I. We’ve suffered enough at the hands of fate. God, at the hands of other people. You are the love of my life. My family. My future. The father of our kids.”
I looked deeply into the eyes of the only woman I had ever loved and would ever love. A sense of peace washed over me. Could we really find our way out of this?
“Say something.” Zoey pleaded.
“God, I love you.” Before the words were out of my mouth my lips claimed hers, a final and definitive declaration that she was mine. Zoey’s thumbs wiped the tears from my cheeks and our tongues met, tasting each other. We melted together as one.
“I love you so much,” Zoey spoke against my mouth without missing a beat. “Come upstairs with me.”
“Your parents?” I mumbled, still sprinkling kisses all over her lips.
She got up from her chair and held her hand out, motioning for me to follow. I knew that once I took her hand I was never letting her go. For real this time.
“They’ll understand, believe me.”
Without any reservations, I enclosed her hand with mine and followed her to my destiny.
Chapter 35
ZOEY
Three weeks later
It felt so good to wake up to sunshine. I was so glad that LTZ hadn’t canceled their LA holiday show, the last one before a blessed year-long hiatus. Well, except for the Grammys in late January. We were having my folks and the entire band over for a barbeque later and I couldn’t wait to see Alex. I was still technically healing, but my sling was gone, and the cast was off. It didn’t mean that sleeping in it was a thing of the past, it was a luxury I’d gotten used to in my convalescence.
Stretching, I looked up into the deep-blue eyes of my love. Ty stood before me in only his boxer briefs, offering me a cup of tea. I wanted something else.
“Come here.” I motioned.
“Gladly.” His smile was off the charts. Our reunion had been immediate on the night he came over to my folks’. I moved back into our Seattle house the next day. We were solid. Inseparable. Permanent. As an added bonus, yesterday I’d gotten the all-clear to resume physical activity.
When he was close enough, I rolled toward him and tugged his briefs down, taking great delight in watching his hard cock spring free, thick and gorgeous. All mine. Wrapping my hand around the base, I angled his crown toward my lips and licked and swirled my tongue in a sweet tease before guiding his cock deeper into my mouth. Groaning, he fisted my hair and bucked against my mouth helplessly when I sucked him hard.
Just when I thought, he’d fall over the edge, his big palms caressed my face and gently he pulled out. ‘It’s been so long, butterfly. Today, I want to come inside you.”
Ty knelt next to me and tenderly gripped my calves, placing them on either side of his legs. His savage gaze was focused on my panties, he pulled them down to my knees and then all the way off. The anticipation of his mouth on me made me liquidate with desire. Ty laughed when I tried to arch up to meet him.
“Impatient, are we?” Without missing a beat, he plunged his tongue into my pussy and lapped through my folds. The vibrations of his deep voice sent shivers all through my sex when he growled against me, “I love how you taste, God I missed this.”
From between my legs, his blue eyes blazed when he sucked my throbbing clit between his lips. Ty inserted two fingers inside me and curled them against my g-spot, stroking in time to his oral mastery. My body needed him, needed release. I shoved a fist into my mouth to keep from screaming and alerting our houseguests to our activities. He didn’t stop until I came, limp and panting, floaty.
“Are you feeling okay?” Ty whispered, kissing his way up my body before stretching out beside me.
“Mmm.”
“Did that feel good?” His hand stroked my stomach, caressing lightly.
I smiled, feeling like I was half in a dream. Ty continued to touch me all over, my arms, hands, ribs, breasts, neck. His mouth followed his hands with gentle kisses. Laving my nipples into puckered points. I’d never felt so worshipped. My guy adored me. Loved me unconditionally. He eased down over me, careful not to
