Tyson (Broken Hill Boys 4)

He lets out a satisfied sigh as he pulls me in a little closer. “I thought I’d never hear those words from your mouth.”

I smile against his chest before pulling back and looking down into his eyes. “I want to make this work, Ty. I wasn’t kidding before. I came back to tell you that I’m ready and that I’m sorry. I’ll do anything to make this right.”

He brushes hair back off my face before wiping away my tears and leaning into me. He presses his lips to mine and everything seems to settle within me. It’s perfect. It’s everything my body has been needing since I got on that plane two weeks ago. “You don’t need to do anything,” he whispers with his lips gently brushing over mine. “It already is right.”

I look down at him. “So, we’re really going to do this?”

“Brylee, you already know I’m all in.”

“But you told me it was too late.”

Tyson cringes. “I’m sorry, babe. I was angry and talking shit. Fuck, you must know that it’s never too late when it comes to you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, Freckles,” he laughs. “I’m fucking sure.”

“Even though I’m going to be at Yale for the next four years?”

“We’re going to make this work,” he tells me, more determined than I’ve ever seen him. “No more months at a time not talking, no more random hookups at parties, no more holding back. We’re doing this.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m fucking positive. I’ve been chasing this for over a year. It’s you who needs to be sure. This isn’t just some spur of the moment kind of thing?” he questions, looking up at me as though I have all the answers he’s ever gone looking for.

I shake my head. “No,” I tell him. “I’m all in.”

“Even though we’re long-distance?”

“Even though we’re long-distance,” I repeat. “I don’t know how we’re going to do it or even have a plan to make it work, but I just know that I need this more than my next breath. I can’t lose you again, Tyson. These past two weeks without you have been hell. We’ve gone months at a time without talking yet the past two weeks were so much harder knowing I’d lost you. I don’t want to suffer through that ever again. Please, Ty. I want this.”

Tyson grabs hold of me and before I can even take a breath, his lips are crushing down on mine. I melt into him as his lips begin moving against mine, making me feel things I never knew were possible. His fingers brush gently over my skin, raising goosebumps and making me need so much more.

Craving his skin against mine, I find the hem of my old, worn-out shirt and raise it over my head. I drop it down on the bed beside us and watch as Tyson’s eyes heat with desire. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, trailing his fingers down my waist.

Tingles spread over my skin and I find it impossible to hold myself back as desperation slams through me. My lips crush down on his as limbs start flying around. Tyson reaches for my underwear and tries to tear them down my legs while I scramble for his shirt, needing to see and feel that magnificent body beneath mine.

I somehow manage to get him undressed and after actually remembering a condom, I slide myself down on top of him until he’s fully seated inside, absolutely no patience for foreplay. We both groan and my fingers squeeze into his shoulders. This is exactly what I’ve been needing.

I begin to move and have to clench my eyes as the satisfaction is nearly too much to handle. My hips rock back and forth as Tyson’s lips devour the sensitive skin of my neck. His fingers dig into my hips as I bite down on my lips. I have no idea if my parents are home, but I need to fucking scream.

My orgasm comes and rocks through my body and I bury my face into his neck, doing my best to keep quiet. “Fuck, Bry,” Tyson pants as his body stills beneath me. “Is it just me or was that better than normal?”

I grin. “Well,” I tease. “You have drunk a lot tonight. It could have been shit and you’d have absolutely no idea.”

“Shut up,” he laughs, holding me tighter. “You know that was fucking incredible. Don’t try to deny it.”

I can’t help but laugh as he grabs hold of me and throws me down to my bed. Tyson comes down on top of me, grinning with mischief sparkling in his deep eyes. “Fuck, I love you,” he tells me. “I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into because I’m never letting you go.”

“Same goes for you, Ty. I’m in this for the long haul.”

“Right until the end?”

I raise my chin, brushing my lips gently over his. “Right until the end.”