Tyler (Inked Brotherhood 2)

“Tyler!” she calls out my name, and I feel her come.

My breath locks in my lungs, and my spine bows as my orgasm detonates inside my balls. My cock swells and jerks. Pleasure drives though me in a hot surge that keeps rising, carrying me higher and higher. I think I cry out, but can’t be sure because my pulse booms in my ears as I come and come again. She pulses around me, and my cum overflows, spilling out of her and drenching the comforter.

The sight of that makes me groan and thrust inside her one more time, clenching my teeth against the unbearable pleasure.

I fall on her, my muscles turning to rubber, and barely manage to roll by her side on the bed before I crush her. She immediately turns and presses her satiny curves close and even after coming so hard, I swear my dick gives a little twitch of appreciation.

“That was nice,” she says.

“Just nice?” I can’t move if my life depends on it, but I force my hand to lift. I caress her face.

“Okay, it was great.”

A slow grin tugs at the corners of my mouth. “Just great?”

“Tyler Grayson…”

Damn, the way she says my chosen name could raise the dead. My dick twitches again. “Yeah?”

“It was fucking awesome.”

I snort and kiss her quickly on the mouth. “Yeah, it was. Will you be with me, Erin?”

“Yes,” she whispers. “Always. You are everything to me.”

A lump is lodged in my throat. “Wait here.”

I sit up, swing my legs off the bed and locate my jeans, thrown haphazardly across a chair. I can’t even remember doing that. I lift them and dig into my back pocket. Pulling out the little box, worn from the years spent among my things, I walk back to the bed and sit on the edge.

“What is it?” Erin kneels on the mattress.

I turn the box in my hands and roll my shoulders. “It’s for you. I bought it for you before I left, before we fought and…” I wet my dry lips. “I hoped to give it to you some day.”

She takes it with trembling fingers and opens it. Her eyes widen, and she draws out the pendant I had made for her. A silver star with her initial carved on it. It dangles from its fine chain when she lifts it.

“Here,” I say gruffly and gesture for her to turn. She obeys, and I pass the chain around her neck and fasten it.

I pull back. The star lies on her collarbone, shiny like he

r eyes. “You’ve always been my girl, you know? I never stopped loving you.”

She throws herself at me, hugging me fiercely, then as if that’s not enough, she wraps her legs around me, too.

“God, I love you,” she whispers on my neck and kisses my skin. “So much.”

I hold her, rock her and breathe in her scent. I thread my fingers through her silken hair. “Lucky for me, huh?”

Looks like I’m a lucky bastard after all. I lost my way for years and lived in the dark, until I got back my brightest star—and this is where I’m staying.