Somebody to Hold (Tyler Jamison #2) - April Wilson Page 0,46

voice is barely more than a whisper. “I was afraid they put you in jail.”

“No. I’m free on my own recognizance. I have to report to court tomorrow afternoon for the arraignment.” He steps back and looks me in the eye. “Are you okay?”

I nod, too choked up to say anything.

Tyler’s gaze travels over my shoulder. “Thanks for coming, you two.”

I realize Beth and Sam are right behind us. Tyler holds out his arm and his sister joins us in a three-way hug.

She’s crying, and I realize my cheeks are wet too. Even Sam’s eyes are glittering. We’re a mess—all of us.

After Sam and Beth say their goodbyes, Tyler closes the door and locks it. He hangs his jacket and holster in the closet.

He turns to face me, and a heartbeat later, we’re in each other’s arms once more, locked in a tight embrace. His mouth crushes against mine as he walks me back into the wall. My hands are all over the place, grasping his arms, his shoulders, his face. He grabs my hands, stilling their frantic movements, and after linking our fingers, he pins my hands to the wall.

“We’ll get through this,” he says with so much conviction there’s no room for doubt.

And then his mouth is on mine again, hungry and demanding. He swallows my cries and our heavy breaths mingle, our chests colliding as we both suck in air. His hands grip mine hard, holding me in place, and his strength makes my knees weaken. This is what I need from him—this all-consuming power and confidence that makes me feel like he’s invincible. With him, I can let go of my fears because I trust him to catch me when I fall.

Tyler releases one of my hands to run his hand down my torso to my groin. His fingers trace the length of my erection, and then his palm presses hard against me. The pressure feels so good, I whimper into his mouth, needing more.

With a growl, Tyler pulls me into the darkened parlor and walks me over to the bar. He turns me so I’m facing the counter, and his hand goes to the back of my neck as he bends me forward.

I moan. “Oh, fuck, yes.”

I hear his belt buckle loosening, followed by the smooth slide of leather. As his belt falls to the floor with a thud, I hear the tell-tale sound of him unfastening his trousers and lowering the zipper.

Tyler tosses his wallet onto the counter. “Grab the condom and lube,” he orders in a gruff voice.

While he reaches around me to unfasten my jeans and lower them and my boxer-briefs to my ankles, I open his wallet with shaky fingers and pull out a condom and a packet of lube.

He grasps the hem of my T-shirt, pulls it over my head, and tosses it aside. Knowing he’s still mostly dressed, while I’m practically naked, is such a fucking turn-on. I want his hands on me so badly I’m shaking.

His warm hands are on my hips, stroking my skin. One hand reaches around me to grasp my cock, while his other slides down my ass and slips between my thighs to cup my sac. He cradles my balls in his hand, gently massaging and tugging.

“Get the condom,” he says, his voice rough.

I tear open the condom packet and hand it to him.

He quickly sheathes himself. Then he reaches for the lube packet and tears it open. A moment later, his finger slides between my ass cheeks, slippery and cool. He teases my opening before he works his finger inside. I hear him applying more lube, and then he’s there—the head of his cock pressing into me.

Blowing out a breath, I will my body to relax. My muscles soften for him, and he slides in. The feel of him pushing into me, the pressure, his hands gripping my hips—it’s incredible.

I drop my forehead onto my arms. “God, Tyler.”

He moves slowly at first, giving me time to adjust to him. As he picks up speed, I brace myself on the counter. He grips my shoulders to hold me steady.

It’s fast and a bit frantic, but it’s what we both need. Today was a wakeup call. Brad pulled the trigger. Now, neither of us knows what’s going to happen.

Tyler drives into me, his pace fast and steady, almost punishing. He’s breathing hard; we both are. He slides one hand around my waist to grip my erection and starts stroking me. I’m already hard as a