“Come with me.”
Del didn’t think that was possible until he was shuddering and shouting, his entire body tense, his c**k pulsing thickly inside her. His pleasure provoked hers. Desire broadsided her. She held her breath as a short, violent release stormed its way through her body.
“Tyler!” she screamed, orgasm ravaging her until she leaned limp and sated against his chest, her breathing slowly coming back under control as he cuddled her against him, a tender hand soothing her back.
Suddenly, clapping erupted behind her. Instantly, the spell was broken.
Del jerked her gaze around to see Eric slowly clapping, fury dripping from his expression. “I’m trying to decide if that was great p**n or just a really f**king disloyal stab in the back.” He gripped his chin in mock thought, then shook his head. “No. Actually, I know the answer.”
“We gave you what you asked for here,” Tyler bit out, holding her protectively, still buried inside her.
“Bullshit. You were supposed to f**k her at my direction, not cling to her like she mattered and make love to her.”
Tyler had made something that felt a whole lot like love to her. She’d made love back with him at the end. Guilt swamped her.
Using his arms, Eric clambered off the couch, heading for his wheelchair. There was no doubt in Del’s mind that he intended to charge Tyler and . . . what, pick a fight?
She glanced back at Tyler, meaning to warn him. He met her stare, his face tightening.
“Don’t you dare regret this now, Del,” he growled under the panting and huffing Eric made as he tried to work back into his chair.
Del winced. Too late. “You should go.”
“I’m not leaving you here to deal with his shitty mood alone.”
“H-he’s just being a mean drunk. I can handle him.” Tyler’s mouth pursed, like he was going to get stubborn. She shook her head and gave him a gentle shove. “Please . . .”
Tyler cursed, then sighed. Slowly, he began to withdraw his softening c**k from her. The second he pulled free, she noticed the copious wetness—and the pieces of latex.
The condom had broken. Her eyes bulged in dismay. Before she could release the gasp on the tip of her tongue, Tyler slapped a finger over her lips. She had no trouble reading his warning expression. Shh. This will only piss Eric off more.
And riling her husband more now would definitely make matters worse, so she gave Tyler a shaky nod, but . . . She had stopped taking the pill after Eric’s accident. Tyler had to suspect that. Quickly, Del did the math. Her last period had ended eleven days ago. How likely was it that she was fertile now?
Her eyes slid shut, but everything inside her trembled. Very.
Tyler grabbed his T-shirt from the floor and used it to quickly wipe them both clean as Eric situated himself in his wheelchair. Then Tyler buttoned his jeans, wadded the shirt into a ball, and shoved most of it in his back pocket.
“You’ll be okay?” he asked reluctantly.
“Fine. Go. I’ll call you when he’s calmed down.”
He still hesitated, and Del knew he didn’t like leaving her to Eric’s wrath. She could handle it. She’d become all too used to his terrible moods since the shooting.
With a final caress on her cheek, Tyler stepped around her and got in Eric’s face, leaning down, hands braced on the arms of his wheelchair.
“You going to fight me about this?”
“That wasn’t what I asked for, and you damn well know it! Get the hell out of my house!”
“You’re being a douche bag. I couldn’t come at that angle, so I flipped Del around. And now you’re pissed?”
“You didn’t just f**k her. Admit it. And you weren’t simply trying to come, but to shut me out. If I’d realized how badly you’ve got it for Del, I would have called Becker the Pecker.”
Eric’s assertion startled Del. Her husband thought that Tyler had feelings for her beyond friendship? No. She knew better.
Or she had before tonight. The way he’d touched her, cared about her pleasure and well-being, the way he’d kissed her . . . All that had been way beyond friendly.
She flipped a startled gaze over to Tyler. He wasn’t denying Eric’s accusation. Instead, he clenched his jaw and refused to look at her.