Oh God, she wanted him to fuck her.
She nodded.
“Okay, here’s what’s going to happen.”
Eight
Ty put down his newspaper and stood up to answer the door. As he walked toward it, he saw an envelope sitting on the floor in front of the door. Someone must have slid it underneath. He peered out the peephole but didn’t see anyone on the other side, so he picked up the envelope and opened it. He pulled out a piece of paper with a note in a neat computer script.
Ty,
I need your help. Please come over and let yourself in.
Marie
Odd that Marie would leave him a note when she could have simply waited for him to answer the door. And why type the note on the computer rather than write it by hand? He walked into the kitchen. What kind of help did she need that she couldn’t have asked Zeke for? After all, the guy had been over just last night.
Probably all night.
His gut tightened at the thought of Zeke over there in bed with Marie. Making love to Marie. Zeke had stolen Ashley from Ty years ago and now he’d stolen Marie. God damn it. Why the hell did he have to show up now and ruin everything?
He grabbed Marie’s key from the drawer then headed down the hall. He knocked, but she didn’t answer, so he let himself in, as she’d instructed.
“Marie?” he called. When she didn’t answer, he walked into the kitchen, but she wasn’t there. “Marie?” he called again.
The fur-ball trotted into the kitchen, meowing loudly. Ty noticed a note on the counter and before he could pick it up, the cat bounded onto the countertop and sat on it, then thrust its head against Ty’s hand. Ty picked up the animal and petted it absently as he glanced at the piece of paper.
I’m in the bedroom.
Ty’s heart rate doubled at the thought of Marie inviting him into her bedroom. His cock twitched, but he pushed aside lusty thoughts, knowing this might not be what he was hoping it was. He strode down the hall and peered into her spare bedroom. The computer was turned off and the room was empty. He continued down the hall, and noticed a note on her bedroom door.
Come in.
A quiver raced through him. All kinds of exciting ideas scurried through his head, but he thrust them aside, unwilling to get his hopes up.
He pushed the door open.
* * *
Marie heard the key in the lock of her apartment door. Oh God, was that Ty, or had Zeke come back? Then she heard Ty call her name.
What would Ty think when he saw her? She felt her cheeks burn. Plagued with second thoughts, she wished she could scurry from the bed and hide.
When Zeke first told her that he was going to send Ty in here, she’d balked, but the reality was that she had wanted Ty for a long time. Zeke knew Ty well and assured her Ty would be up for it.
She remembered that first morning-after in her apartment when Zeke had playfully talked her through a threesome with Ty as Zeke had made love to her. As he’d fucked her, he’d told her to imagine her neighbor’s cock gliding into her as he watched from the chair. He’d had her repeat Ty’s name, making it more real. Later in the fantasy, Zeke had told her to imagine both men pumping into her at the same time.
Her insides quivered in need.
Did Zeke hope to watch in real life like he had in the fantasy? To convince Ty to fuck her while he watched, then join them?
Ty called her name again, closer this time. She heard his footsteps in the hallway outside her bedroom. Oh God, what would Ty think when he saw her?
This whole thing was crazy—hands-down the craziest thing she’d ever done. But at the same time, it was also the most thrilling. She’d never felt so decadent … and so aroused in her entire life.
She remembered the heat in Ty’s eyes when he looked at her sometimes. She was sure the attraction between them was mutual. When he saw her like this, would he find it as much of a turn-on as she did? And would he act on his attraction?
She drew in a deep breath as the door pushed open. God, she hoped so.