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I push back into him harder. Ty grips my hips. He thrusts in and out of me in a pleasurably punishing speed, tapping that sweet spot deep inside me that makes my toes curl. My palms lay flat on the brick wall, my arm muscles keeping me from face-planting into it.
Ty’s cock pulses inside me as he groans deep in his throat. Unexpectedly, another orgasm hits me and I can do nothing but scream out, letting it take me higher than I ever thought possible.
When it fades, my knees buckle, but Ty is there to catch me. He always catches me.
He keeps me upright, kissing my temple. “My sweet girl. I’ll never get tired of fucking you.”
I smile. This is how it feels to belong. This is home. And I’ll cherish it forever.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lakelynn
“I’m really sorry about the mask,” I say, leaning forward so Ty can hear me across the table.
After our sex-apade, we found a booth inside the bar we were planning to have dinner at. Ty’s white mask is busted up in the alley outside. I accidentally stepped on it while we were “playing.” It was just a Halloween mask, but I feel awful about it.
He shrugs. “I can get a new one.”
Chances that he’ll be noticed are one in a million in this dimly-lit place, but I’m sure he feels weird without it.
“How long has it been since you went without it?” I ask.
“I got it after leaving the Rylees for the last time.”
I bite my lip, but nod. Remembering the events of that night are not my favorite pastime. I understand why he did it, and honestly, I’m thankful for it, but that night put a mark on me. Losing Ty was the worst.
I’m so happy we’re back together now, though. I won’t let anything come between us again. My feelings for him have only grown from what they were when we were younger.
“What can I—” The waitress’s words cut off on a gasp.
Ty and I glance up. My eyes widen.
“Oh, my God,” I whisper. “Sierra?”
Our waitress turns on her heel and speed-walks away.
“We need to go,” Ty says.
“Wait.” I get to my feet. “Let me talk to her. It will be fine.”
Rushing after Sierra, I ignore Ty calling my name. His voice is quickly swallowed up by the noise of the radio playing in the background. Sierra heads into the bathroom. When I enter a few seconds later, she’s leaning on the sink counter with her head down.
Sympathizing with her, I frown. “Sierra, I’m really sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” Sierra glares at me as if I’m no better than the dirt on her shoes. “After everything I went through because of you two and all you can say is ‘I’m sorry’?”
“Nothing I say can ever fix what happened?—”
“You’re right. It won’t.”
“But I am sorry.” Understanding her hatred of us, I turn to go. “We’ll leave. I don’t want to cause you any more problems.”
I’ve gotten as far as the door and pulled it open when Sierra calls out to me.
“Wait.” She sighs. “You can stay. I’ll come take your order in a minute.”
“Really?” I turn to face her and straighten.