Somebody to Love (Tyler Jamison #1) - April Wilson Page 0,54

starved for so long he doesn’t know what to do when offered sustenance. His thrusts quicken, his hips bucking into me, his breath rushing out of him in harsh grunts. One hand grips my jaw hard enough to leave bruises, and the other hand slips behind my head and fists my hair, pinning me. As if I’d move a muscle!

I’ve never been so fucking aroused in my life. God, I want him! I want him inside me, I want him in my ass, thrusting with abandon like he is now. I stroke myself hard and fast, matching his driving rhythm. My balls draw up tight, and with a rush of heat and mind-numbing pleasure, I come in hot spurts into the palm of my hand.

Tyler throws his head back and shouts a hoarse “Fuuuck!” as he comes in a blistering rush, filling my throat. He freezes, lodged deep in my throat, his cock spasming with each pulsing release. He milks his orgasm, spilling down my throat, and it’s perfect. He’s so damn perfect.

Suddenly, Tyler pulls out and staggers back, his eyes wide with shock. He stares down at me as I swallow his spunk, his gaze locking on the ribbon of jizz that clings to my bottom lip. As I lick it up, his gaze snaps to mine, making my heart sink. I see it all clearly in his eyes—horror, disgust, fear. Guilt?

I stand and reach for him, but he stumbles back, shaking his head frantically as tears stream down his face into his beard. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

He pulls his boxers up with shaky hands, tucking his limp cock inside, and then he drags his trousers up and swiftly fastens them. “Jesus, I’m sorry,” he mutters, no longer meeting my gaze. He looks gutted.

I shoot to my feet and scramble to right my own clothes, wiping my wet hand on my jeans. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Tyler.” But before I can get another word out, he’s halfway to the door. “Tyler, wait!”

The door slams shut behind him, the sound echoing ominously in the silence of my empty townhouse.

He’s gone.

What the fuck have I done?

Chapter 20

Tyler Jamison

I drive blindly away from Ian’s townhouse, frantically wiping tears from my eyes. My heart is pounding and my lungs can’t keep up. I find myself heading toward home, on autopilot. But I can’t go home right now. Not like this.

I need—hell, I don’t know what I need. But I need someone. I can’t go on like this anymore—I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams. My insides are shredded, my heart gutted. I’m going to implode. I have a death grip on the steering wheel, and still I can’t stop my hands from shaking.

At the last minute, I make a sharp U-turn and head back toward my sister’s place. I need to talk to someone, and she’s the only one I can imagine confiding in. I park in the underground garage, in one of the spaces reserved for the penthouse, and use my personal code to summon the private elevator.

As the elevator swiftly ascends, I catch my reflection in the mirrored walls, shocked by what I see. I look like a man facing an execution, haunted, desperate, lost. My fingers tunnel through my hair. God, I’m a wreck.

After the elevator glides to a smooth stop, the doors open to the foyer. They have to know I’m here. Shane’s state-of-the-art security system alerts him any time someone summons the penthouse elevator. And there are surveillance cameras in the elevator as well as in the foyer.

When I step through the foyer doorway into the great room, I immediately spot Shane and Beth seated on one of the sofas in front of the fireplace. Luke is standing on Shane’s lap, on wobbly legs, while Shane supports the baby’s weight and helps him practice walking.

Shane and Beth glance up at me in unison, surprise evident on both their faces. Of course, they’re shocked to see me like this, with no warning and looking so disheveled.

“I’m sorry for barging in.” My voice is shredded. As I meet my sister’s concerned gaze, fresh tears begin to fall. I know I look like shit, and I’m sure I’m scaring my sister. “Beth—”

Shane stands with the baby. “I’ll let you two talk,” he says quietly, reaching down to touch Beth’s concerned face. “Call if you need me.”

My gaze follows Shane until he’s out of sight, having disappeared into the nursery down the hall. Once we’re alone, I