Fractured Lies (MAC Security 1)

He moved back onto the bed, his hand going straight for my jeans, the only sound in the room was my zipper being pulled down and my heart beating erratically.

“Look at that,” he grinned. “Pink panties.”

I covered my face, I couldn’t believe I’d worn my bright pink ones. If I’d known this was going to happen I would have tried to wear something sexier.

I jumped when I felt his lips touch my thigh, soft and wet, as he pulled my jeans down and threw them across the room.

“I hope you’re prepared sweetheart,” he gripped the sides of my panties and pulled. I squeezed my eyes shut at his sharp intake of breath.

“Perfect,” he whispered “Just…perfect.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

When I woke up the next morning the bed was empty. I was confused for a second as to where I was, then it all came hurling back to me.

Me, Ty, his hands, his tongue. God his tongue. I felt the heat rising in my cheeks just thinking about it.

The door to what I assumed was the bathroom was cracked open, steam billowing out. I was glad that he was in the shower because I needed a couple of minutes to gather my thoughts.

I hadn’t got a clue where I stood with Ty now, I desperately wanted to ask him. But what if that was the wrong thing to do?

I had no idea and I felt utterly lost and confused.

I sat up and scanned the floor for my clothes. My t-shirt was over on one side and my jeans right next to the bathroom door. Rolling off the bed I tip toed over to my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. I’d just got to the bathroom door and was about to pull my jeans on when the door opened.

I squealed and tried to shove my leg in the jeans.

“Sorry, I’ll get-”

“Sweetheart,” Ty pulled me to him, his hands burning through the thin material of my top. My t-shirt soaking up all the wetness off his chest “What have I told you about apologizing?” he shook his head.

I looked up at him, trying to contain the blush spreading across my cheeks “Not to-”

“Exactly,” he pressed his lips against mine, quick and soft then pulled away. He sauntered over to his closet giving me a full view of the tattoo on his back, it was huge covering the whole area.

“Erm….so…..” I worried my lip with my teeth and shoved my other leg into my jeans.

“What’s that?” Ty gritted out.

This was it, this was when he’d tell me that it was all a huge mistake and he didn’t want me. I felt him come closer and met his gaze, but he wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at my leg.

Specifically the scar that Max had left me with. Luke had taken the stitches out weeks ago, but I was left with an angry looking scar.

It wasn’t the first one he’d given me, if you looked closely you could see them all over my body but I didn’t want to tell Ty that.

“It looks worse than it is.” I swallowed and pulled my jeans over it.

“I didn’t realize…” he brought his gaze up to mine, anger flared in their depths “I forgot” he shook his head and frowned.

“It doesn’t matter” I pulled my zipper up and stepped toward him raising my hand, I wanted to touch him but was so unsure that my hand just stayed in the air between us.

“I need to-” I walked toward to the door.

“Sweetheart?”

“Hmm?” I turned to face him, my hand on the door handle.

“We good?”