War (Boston Bolts Hockey #3)

39. Tyler

THIRTY-NINE

TYLER

“Prove it.”

This fucking woman. How the hell can she have me yo-yoing between emotions like this? One moment I’m ready to put my fist through the wall, and the next I’m aching to fall to my knees and worship at her feet.

Can I do what she’s asking? Show her how I really feel? Tell her what I said to her that day in Hannah’s office? If I do, there will be no going back.

Does she have any idea what she’s asking of me? What that kind of confession will do to our carefully crafted plan to raise kids together for the next sixteen years?

Rather than baring my soul all at once, I give her my truths one at a time, slowly, watching her reaction, hoping she’s really ready for them. I cup her face and stroke the curve of her cheek, relishing the softness of her skin. “Tout ce à quoi je pense c’est te faire l’amour à chaque instant de chaque jour. Comment tu go?tes. Comment tu parles. Je suis obsédé et te voir obsédé, C’est me foutre la tête. Ne me brise pas le c?ur visqueux. Je ne m’en remettrai jamais.”

Ava’s green eyes warm and her lips curve into the most beautiful smile. She may not understand the language, but based on this reaction, it’s clear she understands the meaning behind the words.

I suck in a breath before I continue. Then, with a thick swallow, I begin. “All I think about is making love to you at every moment of every day. How you taste. How you sound. I’m obsessed, and seeing you obsessed is fucking with my head. Don’t break my heart, Vicious. I’ll never recover.”

I hold my breath, waiting for her reaction, and I startle a little when she pops up on her toes, loops her arms around my neck, and pants “so do it” against my lips.

“Do what?” I murmur between kisses.

“Make love to me.” She backs away, emerald eyes full of heat. “Find out how I taste. How I sound. Do it .” There’s a challenge to her words. Of course there is. She’s challenged me every day since I met her.

I search the hallway, and when I spot a door a few steps down, I drag her toward it and push her into the dark space. Unable to control myself, I press her up against the back of the door and kiss her again.

“God, Tyler, please.”

“Please, what?” My cock throbs painfully against my zipper. “What does my wife need?”

“I need you. That’s it. You .”

Fuck, I love this woman. I can’t get enough of her soft lips, her warm mouth. I kiss her again.

“The first time I make love to you can’t be in a closet at a party with everyone we work with nearby.”

She giggles. “You said we don’t work together.”

I arch a brow. “You remember what I said the day we met?”

She nips at my chin. “I remember everything.” Her hands skate down my chest, and then she’s unbuckling my belt. “I’ve been waiting to be fucked by the Tyler Warren for years. Don’t get shy on me now. Besides, it’s not a closet.” She looks around the space, though I don’t take my eyes off her. “It’s too big. More like an empty office.”

Chuckling, I pull her to me and tug on the fabric tied around her neck. When I release it and her tits spill free, I curse. “Fuck, you’re pretty.”

In a rush, she pulls down my pants and boxers. Bracing myself against the door, I tear them off, along with my shoes. My blood is rushing in my ears by the time I lift her dress, and satisfaction shudders through me when I pull on her lacy underwear until it breaks.

“Hey,” she mutters as I toss them to the floor. “I liked those.”

“I’ll buy you a pair in every color.” I ease her dress over her head and add it to the pile. My tie and jacket follow. Impatient, I leave my dress shirt on but push the sleeves up. Then I step back.

She glares at the space between us, then at me. “What are you doing?”

I snag my jacket off the floor and find the remote. “I can’t fill you right now because something else is in my place.”

She slips a hand down her hip, going for the toy, but I stop her with a tsk .

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

Her eyes flare in annoyance. “ Tyler .”

“Palms flat against the door.”

“What?”

Head tilted, I clench my teeth and bite out my next words. “Ass and palms against the door. You asked me to make you come. Don’t tell me how to do it.”

“But I want you,” she whines, her words breathy. God, I love her like this. The woman who’s defiant only with me, who’s always meek with others, is now needy and desperate. Not holding back who she is or what she wants. And fuck if I’m not the luckiest man in the world, because what she wants is me.

“Then be my good little wife and let me watch you fall apart. Give me a show, and then I’ll give you the cock you want so damn much.”

I give myself a single harsh stroke to punctuate my demands. Attention lowered to where I’m still gripping my length, she slides her tongue over her lip, then sinks her teeth into it, so fucking hungry for release.

Finally giving in, she places her hands against the door, but like the tease she always is, she cants her hips and goes up on her tiptoes like the pretty ballerina I met that first day.

I drop to my knees so I’m level with her pelvis and press the button on the remote. As the vibrations begin, her pussy spasms. My dick throbs so painfully at the sight I have to strangle it to keep myself from coming from just her scent and moans alone.

She writhes against the door, scraping her nails along the wood grain, searching for purchase. “Holy shit.”

“Look at you.” Mouth watering, I drag my eyes up from her throbbing pussy to her hips, then her smooth pale stomach and the swell of her tits.

Her pink nipples are so hard she’d probably come if I blew on one. Her jaw is slack and her eyes are closed. Fuck. I need her to come. I need to be inside her more than I need my next breath.

“You going to come for me, Vicious? Going to show your husband how pretty you are when you listen?”

“Fuck you,” she whines, though she gives me a pitiful smile.

“What do you need to come? You want my fingers? My tongue?”

She glares at me. “I want your cock, Tyler Warren. Give me my husband’s cock. Now.”

I can’t hold back my laughter. I love her like this. “Fine.”

At my acquiescence, her eyes practically glow. I remove the vibrator and throw it without worrying about turning it off. The sound of the buzzing is drowned out by her moan as I stand and lift her into my arms.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask as I press her against the door and grind against her, sliding against her hot sex.

“I’m done holding back. Make me yours, Tyler.” With her forehead pressed to mine, she watches as I line myself up.

“You’ve been mine since we said I do .” I tease her clit with my piercings, pulling another moan from her.

“We never said I do .” Despite how out of her mind with need she is, her smart-ass taunts are on point.

She’s laughing at her own comment as I slam one palm against the door and plunge inside her. Instantly, the sound dies. Half a second later, I know I’m in trouble. I underestimated how it would finally feel to be this connected to her. I’ve never been a saint, but it’s been a long time since I’ve touched another woman. Already, this is entirely different from anything I’ve experienced. The heat of her steals my breath, consuming me in a way I can’t comprehend .

As she cries out, I cover her mouth with mine, greedy for every sound, every moan, every whimper. They’re all mine. She belongs to me, and I feel irrationally possessive and protective over this moment.

“Fuck, we should be in a bed.” Even as I say it, I pound into her fiercely. There’s no taking it easy. She feels too good. Everything about this moment is too good .

“Who needs a bed when we have a perfectly good door?” She tightens her legs around me and circles her hips as she scrapes her nails down my neck beneath my shirt.

“Baby, you deserve so much better than this.”

“No, I deserve you,” she gasps, her lips brushing mine.

There’s nothing left to say. I love her. I can’t not tell her.

“I think maybe they went down there.”

I slow my thrusts and cover my wife’s mouth at the sound of a voice nearby.

“Shh,” I say as she whimpers beneath my palm.

My thighs burn as I slow my movements, but I don’t stop. If anything, the ache only grows more as we try to stay quiet.

“Ava, you down here?”

Her eyes bulge comically above where I’ve got my whole hand over her mouth.

“What the fuck is he doing following you?” I growl, my thrusts getting angrier.

“Ava,” Xander says, closer now. “I know you’re avoiding me, but I just want to talk.”

Thrust.

“Please, Ava. My brother disappeared. Not sure when he’ll be back, but while he’s gone, I need to know: did he force you into this?”

The grin on my face is so wide it hurts. “Have anything to say, Vicious?”

Thrust.

I slide my hand off her mouth, and a second later, she bites her lip.

“Ava, please. I know I fucked up, but marrying my brother is ridiculous. Let me get you out of this.”

I lick her lips. “You want out of this, baby?”

Thrust .

She spasms around me, and her head falls back against the door. “Oh fuck, I’m coming.”

“Ava?”

“That’s right, wife. Come all over your husband’s cock.” I pound into her harder now, unleashing all my pent-up irritation over the asshole on the other side of the door. The fucker who didn’t deserve even a minute of her time. “My perfect wife, milking my cock, begging for my cum. Tell me where you want it. Or better yet, tell him. ”

“I’m not on birth control,” she whimpers even as she tightens her ankles around my hips, digging her heels into my ass.

I grit my teeth. “Tell me to pull out if you aren’t ready to be mine forever, Ava, because there’s no chance I don’t want this.”

Her eyes fly open and lock on me, and I swear we have an entire conversation like that, even as she moans through the aftershocks of her orgasm. I hold her tight, unwilling to be the one to pull away. I’m in this. I want this. Her. Our family. More babies. I’ll give her everything, but she has to pick me. She needs to tell me this is what she wants. I won’t decide another thing for her.

The door rattles against its frame as I slam into her.

“Inside me,” she screams. “Come inside me.”

Heart exploding, I pick up my pace. “ Good girl ,” I moan. “ I’ll give you what you want. But scream my name, wifey. Let everyone know which brother you belong to.”

As my wife shouts just who owns her for all the world to hear, I come with a growl, filling her, positive there’s no way my idiot step-brother didn’t get the message. Ava is mine. And she’ll only ever be mine.