Somebody to Love (Tyler Jamison #1) - April Wilson Page 0,82

“Dad, please. I don’t need you hiring people to watch out for me. That has to stop. Okay?”

He nods. “Fine.”

* * *

When I get home, Tyler is parked in my driveway. I park my Porsche in the garage and meet him at his driver’s door.

He gets out of his car, walks to the rear of the vehicle, and pops the trunk. Then he pulls out an overnight bag. He’s still wearing his suit, and the sight of him takes my breath away.

I can’t help the grin on my face. “Are you staying the night?”

He nods. “Unless you have objections.”

“No! Not at all.” My face heats up in anticipation. I don’t know if he’s ready to take things to the next level, but I sure am.

“How’d it go with your dad?” he says as we walk up the front steps.

“Great. He promised to back off, and he agreed to get rid of the private eye. Not only that, my mom wants you to come to a family dinner.”

Tyler laughs. “I’m impressed. This morning, your dad was threatening to get me fired, and now I’m invited to dinner.”

“Honestly, he means well. The trick is to get my mom on board first. Then, my dad usually caves.”

“I’ll remember that. Get on your mom’s good side.”

“Have you eaten?” I ask him as we walk up the front steps.

“Yeah, I got a bite to eat out of the office vending machines.”

I unlock the front door and hold it for him as he steps inside. He sets his duffle bag on the floor. I watch him remove his suit jacket first, then the holster and gun, hanging everything in the hall closet. He’s very methodical, his movements precise and efficient, and I find that sexy as hell.

Tyler shuts the closet door and then turns to me, grasping my shoulders and walking me back until my back is against the wall. His mouth collides with mine, his lips controlling a very fierce and hungry kiss. My pulse instantly skyrockets.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he says against my lips. He leans into me, his chest pressed against mine, his hips aligned with mine. “About you. About us. About this.”

When he grinds his erection against me, my cock immediately hardens.

“You said you want me to fuck you,” he says, his breath coming hard. “Do you still feel that way?”

I clutch his shoulders, desperate for what he’s offering. “God, yes!” The thought of him inside me—fuck! I can’t even imagine. My knees go weak at the thought.

He picks up his duffle bag, grabs my hand, and pulls me along with him toward the stairs. “Then come show me how it’s done.”

Chapter 30

Tyler Jamison

I’ve thought about this long and hard, and I finally decided I’m doing it. I may be scared shitless, but I’m tired of being stuck where I’ve been. I’m tired of being afraid to take chances. Since I met Ian, and especially since I came out to my family, I’ve realized the only thing holding me back from having what I want is my own fears.

I’m done with that.

I’m tired of being afraid to feel something.

I’m tired of being alone.

Ian makes me feel things I’ve never allowed myself to feel before. He makes me want things… a future with someone. He makes me think it’s possible.

“Lights twenty percent,” I say once we’re in Ian’s room. The overhead lights flicker on, bathing us in soft light. I dump my overnight bag on a chair and rummage around inside, retrieving the supplies I bought on the way over here. I drop extra-large condoms and lube on the bed.

Ian glances down at the supplies, a huge grin on his face. “That’ll do.” He picks up the lube which, according to the package, is specifically intended for anal sex. “Good choice. I approve.”

“I Googled it.” I palm my erection through my trousers. “You’d better be sure, because this is going in your ass.” I’m not trying to brag, but I want him to know what he’s signing up for.

He flushes as he whips off his shirt and tosses it aside. “I’m not complaining, mind you, but what’s gotten into you? I like it when you’re bossy.”

“Good. Get used to it. I’ve been told on numerous occasions, and by good authority, that I’m a controlling bastard. I’ve waited a long time for this.” I lay my hand on the center of his chest, my palm flush on his smooth skin. Those nipple piercings beckon me. Heat surges through me, and my