Blissful Hook (Swift Hat-Trick Trilogy Book 2)

I beg for him to give me what I need and pull away from his shoulder so I can look at him. His lips are parted, pupils blown, and there’s a carnal hunger etched deep in his furrowed brows that makes me clench around him, needy for the orgasm I can feel building in my belly. He’s beautiful. So beautiful that it makes my chest ache with the fear that one day I won’t be enough for him. I hate that I think that, especially when I know worrying about the future won’t do anything but throw a wrench in the present. He’s here with me, touching me in a way that I had only fantasized about, thinking would never happen. He’s here and he’s mine. Or he was, at least.

Tyler pulls me out of my thoughts with a pinch to my clit that has me gasping his name. He rolls it between his finger and thumb and tugs on it as I struggle to hold myself up on wobbly legs. My knees buckle when he slips a finger inside of me and I hear the deep rasp of a groan in my ear. He pushes another finger inside of me, stretching me while I whimper under his touch.

‘Tell me what he was doing here,’ he growls, shoving a third finger in my wetness and moving his lips to suck and nip on my neck, no doubt in an attempt to mark me as his. It’s such a possessive action, one that has me tightening around him in approval.

‘Our mail got mixed up,’ I mumble subconsciously, obeying Tyler’s order without a second thought. It’s like he’s found my control panel, flicking at the switches and revelling in the different responses he gets from me. It turns him on to boss me around—to pull my strings with his greedy fingers. But I think I like it. A lot. ‘He was just giving me mine.’

My words only anger him more and I’m crying out from the beautifully sinful mix of pleasure and pain when he tugs sharply on my clit and bends his fingers to reach the spot that has me seeing stars. ‘Oh shit. I’m going to come. Please, Ty. Make me come.’ I’m begging him, but I can’t find it in me to be embarrassed. It’s no more than an afterthought as I grind against his hand, starved for the orgasm I can almost taste on my tongue.

“Well, he won’t be giving you anything anymore. You have no idea how badly I wanted to end him, baby. Seeing him next to you, looking at all of your bare skin.’ He uses the hand not knuckle deep inside me to shove my shirt up to my collarbone and roughly grab my breast, palming it. ‘Just the thought of him touching this pretty pussy had me seeing red. I didn’t like it.’ His tongue slides along my jaw bone before he’s staring at me, eyes bursting with so much raw emotion that I come right there, unable to hold back any longer.

The ruthlessness of his rough touch and the sinful, guttural sounds of his approval make me tug on my bottom lip, ripping it apart as continuous waves of muscle twitching pleasure shoots through me, frying every nerve ending in my body until I’m jerking from the aftershock. I only see him, even with my eyes closed. My heart thumps so hard against my bones that I fear it might jump right through me and fall into his hands. I wonder for a brief second what he would do with it if it did, but the thought is washed away quickly when I fall forward, unable to hold myself upright.

I fear that I might smack onto the floor but a strong, hard thigh is shoved between my legs and Tyler grabs at my waist to hold me up. The pressure on my clit doesn’t stop regardless of the fact I’ve already come and I know that he’ll make me orgasm again if I don’t stop him.

‘I need you,’ I sigh through burning lungs. My arousal begins to drip down the inside of my thighs and soaks into Tyler’s perfectly hemmed dress pants. God, those pants. The way they stretch around his perfectly round, muscular ass is sinful and I’m incredibly jealous.

Tyler doesn’t say anything when he pulls his fingers from between my legs and slides into my mouth. He grabs my chin with his other hand and spins me around by the waist so I face the wall. My naked chest rubs along the cold wall and acts as a temporary cure for the ache in my hard nipples. His breath is on my neck, making the baby hairs rise as a shiver of anticipation travels up my spine. I can taste myself on his fingers—a taste that doesn’t gross me out as much as I thought it would—and when I suck bravely on them, his mouth touches my neck and the groan that hits my skin lets me know that that’s what he wanted me to do.

He pulls away too soon for my liking and the sound of a zipper being pulled down and the ruffling of fabric make me rub my thighs together, hoping to tame down the heartbeat between them. A warm, sweaty palm makes contact with my back, the touch gentle and steady as it moves along my skin. Fingers spread and explore, moving down to the waistband of my shorts and sliding inside, pulling them down my legs. I gasp when a hand makes sudden contact with my right ass cheek, sending a loud clap through the air. A burst of pain travels down my legs before Tyler’s gripping onto the sensitive skin, palming and massaging it until the pain is replaced with a quick wave of relief—pleasure almost.

He does it again, this time to the left cheek, palming and massaging it just the same as he did to the right one. But when his hand comes down again, it’s my pussy that gets his touch, gentle this time. He slides two fingers inside but pulls them out a second later. I don’t hesitate to look at him over my shoulder, my eyes wide with a silent plea.

‘Face the wall like a good girl and I’ll give you what you want,’ he grunts. It’s then that I notice his cock is pointing towards the ceiling, so hard that it curves ever so slightly, the head glistening with his own arousal.

‘Face the wall,’ he orders again. A strong hand grips his length while the other touches my back, pushing me roughly against the wall, making me arch inwards and forcing me to follow his orders. I whimper in satisfaction when his cock touches my entrance for a mere second before he’s sliding it along my slit, coating himself in my juices.

‘Oh my God. Yes.’ My whole body shudders the moment he enters me. The sheer thickness of him still takes me by surprise, regardless of how many times I’ve had him between my legs.

‘This pussy is mine.’ He snakes a hand between my legs and swirls circles around my clit, making my walls clench around him as his dominant words turn me into putty. ‘And this cock . . . ‘ he trails off and pulls out completely, teasing my dripping hole with his fat tip before he’s thrusting back in. He repeats the movement over and over again while grunting, ‘This cock is yours, baby. Not Jessica’s. Yours.’

I nearly come a second time from his words alone. The small part of me that hates him bringing her up while he’s what feels like a mile deep inside of me is shoved to the back of my consciousness as I only focus on the most important part of what he said. He’s mine. I always knew he was, but fuck does it feel good to hear.

A delicious pain radiates from my scalp when he wraps my tangled hair around his fist and pulls, yanking my head back so his lips can place wet kisses along my pulse point. I reach back and grab his neck so I can keep him close when I feel my high building, my second orgasm of the night coming to a head.

‘That’s right, Gray. Come for me,’ he groans, his warm breath tickling my ear. He thrusts himself into me harder and quicker, forcing the fire in my belly to explode. Sparks whip around in my veins as I burn from the inside out with a heavy satisfaction. I feel him twitch inside me the same second a throaty groan vibrates against my neck. His grip on my hair tightens and the finger working my clit halts in place as his hips jerk, sloppy thrusts following his own release.

A smile threatens to light up my face and I don’t bother trying to hold it back. As Tyler slips out of me and peels our spent bodies apart, I spin around and meet his warm, melted chocolate eyes.

Jessica didn’t mean anything to him when they slept together and means even less to him now. And I know he didn’t do it to hurt me. I don’t even think he cared enough about me back then to have a reason to go out of his way to hurt me. I can’t hold the things he did before we had any sort of relationship against him unless I want him to do the same. I’m no saint. I know that Oakley probably told him about me, Grant and the houseboat. Honestly, I’m surprised Tyler’s never brought it up before. We’ve both done things—or people, I guess—that we regret. I’m no better than he is. So I’m willing to let it go and move forward. As long as we do so together.

‘Gray?’ He whispers my name and his Adam’s apple bobs when he gulps. I can sense the nervousness radiating off of him, and I feel my stomach sink.

‘Yeah?’ Please don’t say something that will tear me to shreds while I’m standing naked as the day I was born with cum dripping down my thighs.

‘When you told me you were falling in love with me, did you mean it?’

I almost laugh at his question, but I know that would only send warning bells through his head, forcing him to lock himself up again. Instead, I give my head a light shake and stand on my tiptoes to place a kiss on his right cheek.

‘I would never lie to you about something like that.’ My words are painfully sincere, and I’m about to tell him that I’ve moved on from the state of falling and have tumbled down the terrifying, intimidating, yet thrilling hole of loving all that Tyler Bateman is when he greedily sucks every last molecule of air from my lungs.

‘Good.’

‘Good?’ I repeat the word as if I have a personal vendetta towards it.

‘Yeah. Or else telling you that I’m in love with you would have been incredibly awkward.’

I suddenly can’t breathe.

What even is air right now? All I know is my lungs are empty, and it seems impossible to fill them in the bubble of surprise surrounding me. He stands so confidently, so unfazed by the heavy words he just let fly from his tongue as if they were the most natural ones in the world. Yet I can see the slight flicker of nerves as they tug on the left corner of his lips and cause his cheeks to take on a subtle shade of pink.

‘You what?’ My mouth feels like I’ve spent the past few months in the desert. I slap my tongue against the back of my teeth to keep from repeating myself when my brain tries convincing me he’s taken too long to answer.

His lips spread in a toothy grin and my heart skips more than a few too many beats. God, he’s beautiful. So fucking beautiful. I want to reach out and touch him, so I do. And it feels like I’m touching him for the first time all over again. Like I’m sitting beside him on the edge of that hourglass-shaped pool watching the sunset in Mexico, trying to keep my infatuation for the stereotypical bad boy under wraps but failing miserably.

But now, I don’t have to keep my feelings under wraps. Now I can place my palm softly against his left peck and push myself on my tiptoes. I don’t have to wait for him to bend his neck and meet me halfway. Now I can use my other hand to do it for him and press our lips together in a kiss that makes lips burst into flames. I get to feel him hold me like it would cause him pain–both physical and emotional–to ever let me go again.

This moment right here, in the middle of my living room, both of us still butt-fuck naked and reeling from what we did just minutes ago, is one I wouldn’t dare change for anything. This is a moment that I will remember in five, ten, fifty years as if it were yesterday. As if I were right here again, feeling the flutters deep in my belly and Tyler’s smile against my lips. And I can’t help but feel like that makes me the luckiest damn girl in the world.