Kneeling between my legs, he clutched my hips and pulled me to him. His cock nudged against my slick pussy. Gripping himself, he rubbed his tip through my folds before pressing inside with one strong, slow thrust. My eyes flew open, the sensation of having Ty inside me was so much more than physical. It was everything.
“Zoey, oh God.” Ty’s voice cracked.
He picked up a steady rhythm keeping a grip on my hips to ensure my own motions were limited. Steadily, he rocked me back and forth against him, careful not to drive too hard or too fast, even as he picked up the pace. I couldn’t help but bite my lip, all of my inner muscles coiled and tightened again. He gritted his teeth, holding back his own release while he watched me come again helplessly through a long, enduring tidal wave of bliss.
“I can’t believe how good you feel.” Ty’s eyes were practically rolled back into his head. “I can’t last much longer.”
“Then don’t.” I lifted my hips so Ty could grab my ass and drive more deeply inside me. He watched himself thrust where our bodies were joined, mesmerized, his thumb circling my clit. He found the right angle so that his cock hit my inner spot and my body trembled once more.
“Oh my God, I’m coming again,” I wheezed.
Ty’s eyes squeezed shut and the muscles corded in his neck when he emptied inside me. His guttural, rough moans were so incredibly sexy, I pulled him down to me so I could devour his lips. He shifted so he lay by my side, but he was still able to shroud my body with his. Only then he pressed his lips to mine, trailing kisses across my mouth and neck. Wound together, our bodies touched wherever we could make contact.
“I’ve missed making love to you.” Ty nuzzled my ear.
“Should we go again?” I booped his nose.
Ty cocked his eyebrow. “I’ve just gotten you healed, that will have to carry you over for a few hours.
An hour later, I was showered and dressed, sipping a cup of tea at the breakfast bar. Ty stood behind me, massaging my shoulder the way my therapist showed him, sneaking kisses. After all we’d been through over the past few weeks, something had shifted between us. We’d settled into a deep sense of trust. Something unbreakable.
A knock on the front door startled me, and Ty released me to answer the door, saluting my folks who were approaching from the guest room as he cruised past. A few minutes later, a middle-aged woman with beautiful silver hair came in rolling two racks of high-fashion clothing into the living room. Close behind, a slight, dark-haired man followed with a rack of beautiful gowns, and I recognized him as Christian Siriano, the famous designer.
“What’s going on, Ty?” My eyes were as wide as saucers.
“You’ll need some things to wear for the press interview and the holiday show. Katherine arranged for our stylist friend Lily to make sure you, your mom, and Alex are well taken care of.” Ty wrapped his arms around me and proudly smiled. “Oh, and Zoey, Olivia, please meet Christian, he’s graciously agreed to create Zoey’s red-carpet look.”
My mom was starstruck at first, but the designer was so gracious she was soon at ease. Alex joined us a half-hour later and the three of us spent the next few hours trying on clothes and joking with Lily and Christian as they measured and pinned the different outfits we picked out. After they left, I was, not-so-surprisingly, exhausted but psyched about the outfits I’d have for the show.
Ty and Dad had left together earlier to grab lunch while we were being fashionistas and arrived back to find that the three of us were lounging by the pool.
“Hey, beautiful.” Ty sat on my lounge chair wearing a loose T-shirt, baseball cap, mirrored aviators, and flip-flops. “Did you have fun?”
“It was so much fun, especially because Mom didn’t embarrass me.” I lowered my Prada sunglasses, squinting against the sun.
“Zoey!” Mom chastised, still rocking a black bikini at age fifty-nine.
“You’re going to lose it when you see her dress.” Alex smiled from her lounger in her contrasting white bikini.
“I always lose it when I see Zoey.” Ty bent down to kiss me.
“We’re all set.” Dad sat next to my mom.
“For what?” I sat up, my hot-pink-and black bikini top shifting slightly, causing Ty’s eyebrows to rise above his sunglasses.
“We picked up some groceries for a barbeque.” Ty kissed my head. “We’re cooking you all some dinner, and the guys are all coming over.”
“I can help, babe.” I started to get up, only to have Ty shake his head and motion for me to lie back down before he headed for the sliding glass door.
“Z, let your man take care of you, he’s so good at it,” Alex smirked.
“You have a wise best friend, butterfly,” Ty called over his shoulder and disappeared into the house.
“Duh!” Alex called back.
“Are you ever going to tell me what is going on with you and Jace?” I said quietly so that only Alex could hear me.
“Zoey, the truth is I probably fucked it up.”
“C’mon, you’ve been circling around each other for years.” I lowered my sunglasses. “He’s a great guy.”
“He’s hot, he’s funny, he’s sexy, and we can’t seem to keep things together. Especially—” Alex stopped herself.
“Especially what?”
“Nothing. It’s not my place to say.” Alex flipped over onto her stomach. “Let’s just say after everything you’ve been through, I’m hoping we will work out. We’re both tired of hiding, but I’m not sure where we stand.”
“I’m sorry. I know that our situation hasn’t helped over the years.” I turned over too and rested the side of my face on my folded arms.
“No offense, but it doesn’t have anything to do with you guys. I’m just facing it head-on.” Alex
