I almost miss a step as I look down at this tiny, curvy woman in my arms. She’s so trusting, so goddamn perfect, it hurts.
How could I ever let her go when she’s everything I’ve been waiting for all my life?
None of it matters, not age, her ex…my son. It doesn’t matter. I’m keeping her.
Lexi is mine.
Lexi
I can’t even move, my limbs don’t want to listen to me. I have never been fucked so thoroughly before. I’m in a state of relaxed bliss. He could do anything, and I would let him. I’m like a purring fucking cat in his big arms as he carries me effortlessly through his house and up the stairs.
It’s weird to be here again, but it also feels right. He strides past Justin’s room, and I purposely don’t look. He catches my eyes, though, and smiles softly as he steps into his room and through to the en suite. “How are you feeling, Angel?” he murmurs.
“Tired. I think you killed me.” I giggle, and he grins as he starts to fill the bath, all the while holding me in his arms. Jesus, how strong is this guy? He adds bubble bath and lets it run as he strokes my back lovingly. When it’s almost half full, he helps me into it. I’m almost submerged, I’m that relaxed, and he laughs again, helping me sit.
“Don’t drown while I go get you some water,” he orders, grinning widely.
“Yes, Daddy,” I answer automatically, closing my eyes as the warm water flows around me, relaxing me even further. I don’t hear him leave though, so I crack open my eyes to see him staring down at me with a strange expression on his face. But then he blinks and it disappears, and he leans down and kisses me so softly, it brings tears to my eyes.
“God, Angel.” His voice is rough and filled with tenderness as he strokes my cheek and then sighs before pulling away. “I’ll be back in a moment. Don’t fucking move.”
I just float, letting the bubbles ease my muscles. I do have to turn the tap off when it’s full, and not two minutes later, Tyler is back. He presses a water bottle into my hand. “Drink, Angel,” he demands.
I sit up and twist the already loosened cap and take a big swig before passing it back to him. He places it on the side and starts to strip. I swear my jaw drops as I watch him.
It’s better than Magic Mike.
In fact, the music even flows through my head as I watch him. He’s not even trying to be sexy, but I swear I just came from watching him. He’s goddamn beautiful, all muscles and hard edges, his age only giving him time to reach perfection. He has a smattering of dark hair across his expansive chest and some tribal ink curling around his shoulder. His six pack clenches as he takes off his socks and trousers. I lick my lips as he reveals his thick, hairy thighs—what is it about thick thighs that makes me wet? His cock is at half-mast already, thick and long like I remember. Knowing he’s good-looking, he turns and winks when he catches me staring, his peachy ass flexing.
Now I know why girls like older men. Who needs growing boys when you can get a fucking perfect older man with a big cock who knows how to use it?
“Scoot forward, Angel.” I do as I’m told, lost for words.
He slips in behind me, splashing the water over the side as he pulls me into his arms, his legs settling on either side of me. I relax back into his big chest, and he wraps his arm under my breasts, keeping me up so I can close my eyes and float.
He starts to wash me, and I let him, grabbing his other hand and placing my tiny one against it. I smile at the differences. Tyler is huge all over, he makes me feel delicate.
Lifting his hand higher, I play with his fingers, noticing a small white scar across one digit. “What happened?” I question softly, as he continues washing me. I’m putty in his hands. How can one man be so perfect?
I’m a strong woman, but goddamn, even the strongest of us likes being looked after every now and again, and Tyler? He worships my body in and out of sex, completely dedicated to each task of looking after me, even though he probably knows we can’t have