Between The Sheets Part 3

I give him the bird, and he swipes my finger in his big hand and kisses it. d.a.m.n him. My resolve can only hold out so long.

Trying to ignore his sweet face and lingering stares, I tap at the screen determined to get a royal flush. It happens, right?

Three drinks later, I'm a little buzzed and holding a ticket worth twenty-five cents.

"How about one of the tables?" Ty suggests. "Blackjack?"

"h.e.l.l no!" I shout. "I'll end up getting in a fight if some dumb a.s.s gets p.i.s.sed because I hit on the wrong card or stayed when I wasn't supposed to."

"Show?"

"How about food?" My body takes that as a cue to groan like I've pa.s.sed gas inside my stomach. Embarra.s.sing much.

Ty laughs. "Yeah, let's get some food in that belly of yours before it starts eating your insides."

We find a spot at a small fast food counter and Ty orders for both of us. Chili cheeseburgers and fries. Chocolate shakes too. I love this man. He knows the key, or keys, to my heart are fries and chocolate. And wine.

"I think we should crash a wedding while we're here." Ty winks as he chomps down on a fry.

"Okay. Sure." Sarcasm laces my words.

"No, seriously. Let's just head by the chapel and see if we can peek in. Maybe some crazy groom will be wearing an Elvis costume." His goofy grin reminds me of his boyish looks. When we were kids, he always had the most ridiculous ideas. One time, he convinced Shel and me to smoke cigarettes. We were only ten at the time but he figured that if we did it, we couldn't tell his parents on him and his friends. As if I would've ever done anything to get him into trouble. Another time, he suckered me into cras.h.i.+ng a dance cla.s.s at the Y. The two of us waltzed like an old couple and shared cookies with the senior citizens when the lesson was finished. The ladies loved him, of course. And the old dudes thought he was hysterical with his dirty jokes. I must have been about fifteen at the time, but even then, I knew Ty was special. A heart of gold and a smile that could get you to do anything.

"Stop that," I tell him, lowering my eyes before his grin has a chance to hypnotize me.

"What?" What, my a.s.s. He knows exactly what he's doing. If I don't get my a.s.s in that elevator and go to the top of this sucker right now, my panties are going to melt. I can almost feel the crackling of burning material right now as his s.e.xy stare brands me with heat.

I let out one long sigh. "You're killing me, you know that."

He dabs a fry into a glob of ketchup and then holds it to my lips. "I'm just eating, Mel."

I bite into the delicious carb h.o.a.rding vegetable and watch Ty as his eyes narrow on my mouth when I lick my lips. c.r.a.p. How can he take a fried food, smothered in ketchup, and turn it into something s.e.xy. If I wouldn't scare the children trekking by with their parents, I'd push him down on this little table and have my way with him.

"Let's go," I tell him, as I stomp off through the casino.

"Where are we going?" He has the nerve to smirk.

"Let's get this over with. My legs are twitching and my panties are on fire, so unless you're gonna strip me right here and relieve me of the stress you've created, I need another way to release some energy." He smiles again, and I have to squeeze my thighs together when my lady love throbs.

He bends down and presses his lips to my temple. "You're going to love this. I know it."

"G.o.d, I hate you." Stepping out of an elevator after traveling almost 900 feet above the safety of the first floor, I feel like I'm ready to pa.s.s out.

Ty glances at the couple who took the ride with us. "Excuse me while I calm my woman." With a quick grasp of my waist, he twirls me so I'm facing him, presses his lips to mine, and kisses me senseless.

The touch of his soft lips molds to mine with a force that makes me want to wrap my legs around his hard body and cry uncle. I can hardly remember my name much less where we are. How does he do this to me? His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and my knees buckle. Ty's strong arms flex around me, pulling me closer to his body till I can feel the length of his pa.s.sion digging into my belly. Are there rooms up here? Because I feel an intense need to take care of business right here and right now.

Breathless, I close out our kiss with a few pecks to Ty's throat. He buries his face into my neck, "Feel better now?"

"h.e.l.l, no. I'm h.o.r.n.y as h.e.l.l in a public place."

"But you're not scared anymore?" His warm breath on my skin sends tingles down to my toes.

My eyes meet his. "No. Not scared."

He kisses me again, lowering his hands down my shoulders, the length of my arms until his fingers thread through mine. "Then, let's go take a look." He stays focused on me out of the corner of his eyes as he leads us to the indoor observation deck.

I suck in a gulp of air before we reach the gla.s.s.

"Breathe, baby."

I exhale, not even realizing I had forgotten to.

With one hand in his, I scoot closer to him and hold his arm with my other hand. I feel like a little kid hiding, and peeking out from behind a door or wall. I glance down at my grasp on Ty and smirk at the white knuckles on my hand. I loosen my hold a bit.

"Thank you," he says. "I was starting to lose feeling in my arm."

"Shut up. You got me up here so if you have to have your arm or fingers amputated because I'm cutting off your blood circulation, it's your own d.a.m.n fault."

He chuckles.

"Don't laugh at me, you jacka.s.s. This is f.u.c.king scary. I feel like I'm going to fall a hundred floors to my death."

He touches the gla.s.s. "You're not going anywhere, Melly. You're completely safe."

"Bite me."

"Later." He smiles, his eyes softening. "Now, I can't distract you with kisses forever. Let's enjoy the view."

"Kisses sound better." I take another deep breath trying to calm myself since apparently Ty's not going to stick his tongue down my throat again until I take a look.

"You can do it, babe. Have a look. It's beautiful." He reaches behind me, placing his hand on the small of my back, and pushes me forward. "Now, open your eyes."

My eyes are closed? Yeah, I guess they are. With another swoosh of air, my eyelids pry open and I'm breathless again.

But not because I'm hot and bothered, or because I fear for my life, but because of the view.

He was right. Like always.

It's spectacular.

"I swear I can see my house from here. It's amazing," I tell him.

"It's crazy how the hotels look so close together from here, but if you were to walk from one to another it could take hours."

"And some of them look so small."

"How are you feeling?" he asks with a squeeze of my shoulder.

I look up at him. "I'm okay. Still a little rattled. But this is worth it. Thank you for this." Most of my fondest memories are shared with Tyler, and Sh.e.l.ly. And this just adds to them. He has a way of getting me out of my comfort zone to experience some amazing things. As we slowly walk the entire 360 degrees around the deck, when I see the Red Rocks, I remember our trip to the Grand Canyon. Shel and I were in junior high and I went on a family vacation with them. I was too afraid to get too close to the edge at the many viewpoints. At one stop, while the others were eating and taking pictures, Ty took me by the hand and led me to one of the look-outs. I didn't even realize where we were until he stopped talking and the entire abyss of the canyon was below my feet. I looked down at the gorgeous layers of rock and up into his smiling eyes, and almost cried right there. I was so happy to see it, and so happy that he cared enough to help me experience it.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks.

A smile forms on my lips. "The Grand Canyon."

A spark of sweetness flashes in his eyes. "That was the first time I really held your hand. I didn't want to let you go. I can still remember the cheesy smile on your face when you looked down into the canyon. It was priceless."

"Kind of like my cheesy smile now?"

Ty leans down and presses a gentle kiss to my temple. I close my eyes to his touch and enjoy the moment with everything I have.

Things haven't changed much since I was a kid. Ty is still helping me conquer my fears and I'm still following him around like a lovesick puppy dog.

Chapter 5

"Hey, Matty," I call over my shoulder to my new husband. I still haven't gotten sick of calling him that. My husband. Let me say it again. My very s.e.xy, hot and sweet husband. "Did you put Mel's wine in the freezer? You know she loves it wicked cold."

My new husband walks into the bathroom as I'm brus.h.i.+ng mascara onto my lashes. "Yeah, of course. I put your beer in there too." His hands slide around my waist from behind and meet in the front. I raise a brow at him as his fingers travel under my s.h.i.+rt and the warmth of his palm on my skin sends heat pooling between my thighs.

"Oh no, buddy. They're gonna be here any minute. I can't have my brother seeing me all flushed after we get busy."

"Get busy?" Matt laughs into my neck.

I smile at him in the mirror when his eyes meet mine. "Knock boots?"

"Sure, just don't say b.u.mp uglies because there is nothing ugly," his hand starts to slide down the front of my shorts, "about this."

Dropping the tube of makeup onto the counter, I lean into his chest and tilt my head back to press kisses to his neck.

Matty's mouth finds mine just as the doorbell sounds.

"My brother sucks!"

"Give me a minute," he says, pus.h.i.+ng his hardness into my a.s.s. The thin material of our clothing separates us but there is no mistaking my man's wood.

I swivel my hips into him and then tear myself away. "Later."

"Count on it."

"You're finally back!" Mel shouts as I open the door. Her outstretched arms circle me as she steps inside the house. My brother follows her with a shake of his head.

"You two act like it's been years since you've seen each other. It's barely been a week." He leans over and kisses the top of my head. "How was Harry?"

"Oh my G.o.d. Amazing. Come in and let's get some drinks, and we'll tell you all about it." I turn on my heels and walk toward our kitchen. "And by the way, b.u.t.tface, it's been over a week since I've seen my bestie. I don't think we've gone that long without seeing each other since ..."

"Ever," Mel answers.

"Where's Matt?" Ty asks.

If I'm right, he's in the shower. Nothing like a dose of cold water on his nuts to get the bad boy to go down. "He'll be out in a minute." I try not to snicker, but I can't hide the smile spreading over my face or the shaking of my shoulders.

"Did you guys just finish doing it?" Mel asks. "I guess the honeymoon isn't over." My best friend flutters her brows at me and if my bro wasn't standing there glaring at me with a disgusted look on his face, I'd high five her.

"No, we didn't just do it." Ty looks relieved, placing a hand to his chest and letting out a long breath of air. So dramatic. I can't let that go. "But we were about to when you showed up so Matty's waiting till he's not pitching a tent in his pants before he comes out."

"Oh G.o.d." Ty presses his hand to his forehead. He opens the fridge, closes it, and then pulls the bottom drawer of the freezer open. He grabs a bottle, twists off the cap and downs a few gulps of brew. "I'll be in the other room trying to forget my little sister has a husband."

Matty chooses this time to walk into the kitchen. Ty snarls at him on his way out. "What'd I do, bro?"

Mel pours salt in my brother's wounds. "You're boinking his sister, who he still likes to imagine in pigtails."

He slides up behind me and kisses my cheek with a chuckle. "Oh, I've imagined you in pigtails too. And a plaid skirt and your s.h.i.+rt tied up to ..." The loud groan coming from the living room stops my hubby from elaborating further.

"Hey, Ty," Mel calls out. "Maybe we should leave. You're sister wants to do the nasty." Her sing-song voice and booty-spanking gestures make my hubby and me crack up, and my brother growl even louder.

"Want some wine?" I ask her, not that she needs it.

"Does a bear s.h.i.+t in the woods?"

Matty pulls a single gla.s.s out of the cabinet for her while I take out our electric bottle opener. Within seconds the thing is uncorked and I'm pouring her a gla.s.s. "I don't know why you even bother with a gla.s.s. I should just get you a straw so you don't look like such a sn.o.b drinking your grape juice with a pinky in the air." My husband pa.s.ses me a beer and I take a swig.

"At least it's more lady-like. Every time I see you chug a beer, I feel like any minute you're gonna scratch your b.a.l.l.s and hack a loogie."

Just for fun, I let out a big burp and scratch at my crotch dramatically.

"I'm okay with your pa.s.sing gas, but if you're gonna keep strumming your cooch, I'm leaving." She takes her gla.s.s and follows the path to my brother.