A Love Song for Dreamers - Piper Lawson Page 0,6

to me. If he wanted to keep me from worrying, it’s having the opposite effect.

I get why he kept things from me back in high school, when he was trying not to want me.

Now, we’re together. We don’t need secrets. They’ll only keep us apart.

The door opens, and Tyler starts inside before pulling up, looking between Beck and me. “Hey. What are you doing here? I thought you were studying.”

Beck’s hand slides off my shoulder.

“Beck’s helping me with practice interviews for jobs,” I respond. “I’m surprised you’re here.”

“Needed some more clothes.”

He hasn’t been back since that night.

This is good. A step forward.

“Let me help.” I follow him into his room. “Beck said you dropped a class.”

“You’re talking to Beck about me?” Tyler turns, arching a dark brow.

Before I can answer, Tyler closes the distance between us and presses me up against the door.

The expression on his face turns hungry in a heartbeat. He drops his mouth to mine, kissing me hard. There’s an edge that didn’t used to be there, as if he’s proving a point. To me or himself, I don’t know.

“We should talk,” I protest even though my body’s already loving his new plan.

“You don’t want me.” He says it like a statement, not a question, but when he pulls back to study me with dark eyes, there’s a wariness underneath.

I take his face in my hands, struggling between giving into his immediate intention and forcing us to talk. About school, or what’s in his head, or what I can do to help erase the dark shadows under his eyes.

Tyler’s said himself he’s a doer, not a talker. Besides, the fact that he showed up here is progress.

I can try to understand that instead of getting hung up on the fact that he’s not telling me every thought in his head.

I can meet him where he is, get him through this however he needs.

“I always want you.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back. He reaches under my skirt to grab my tights, and I take over, working them down my legs. When I have one foot off, he pushes my hand back against the door and grinds into me.

I work on his jeans, get them and his boxer briefs down. He’s positioned himself between my thighs, his mouth hungry on my jaw, my neck. I shut my eyes as my head falls back against the door, but we can’t get the right angle.

“Bed,” I murmur, and he tugs me toward it.

He drops down first, and I move over him. If this is what he needs, what we need, I can do it. Having tons of sex with my crazy-hot boyfriend is not a hardship.

He’s breathing shallowly, eyelids at half-mast and gaze smoldering. “Feels like you’re doing all the work lately, Six.”

“If this is work, sign me up for overtime.”

His shirt is halfway up his chest, revealing cut abs and smooth skin I want to trace with my lips and tongue.

His slow smile grips my heart. “I owe you one. When this is all over, I am going to lie you down on this bed and eat you until you scream.”

“Deal.”

If I wasn’t already wet, I’m soaked now.

I position him at my entrance, brushing him through my slickness once before I sink down on his cock.

We both groan at the feel of it, and I move to thread my fingers through his, hitching a breath when I realize I can only grab one.

His fingers tangle with mine, gripping hard, and I arch my back to take him as deep as he can go.

His heavy exhale is satisfying, but the look in his eyes isn’t.

He’s not here.

And it hurts.

I thought I could reach him without words, meet him the way that he understands.

But if he’s not here when he’s inside me, I don’t know where to find him.

I don’t know how to bring him back.

“Happy start of exams,” Pen singsongs as she grabs my waist.

I lose my balance and wobble on the skates. “Only you would get excited at the prospect of high stakes written evaluation,” I say once I right myself. “I only have two, but I might not survive it if you take me out and I end up concussed. I have a very high center of gravity.”

“Hope you’re talking about your huge brain… because your tits aren’t that big.”

I laugh, the cold air rushing down my throat.

The ice rink in Central Park is full on a weekday afternoon. Elle, Rae and I decided