Tyed to You (5 page)

They were midway through the meal when suddenly Freddie stood, holding up his beer. “I propose a toast.”

Everyone grew silent and looked at him.

“To Tyson and Jasmine—may she finally put our boy out of his misery. Get some, son.”

Saul laughed and fist-bumped Freddie. Ty glowered at his friends while Laurel looked at Jasmine incredulously.

“Did he really just say that?” Laurel asked her.

Jasmine didn’t answer Laurel, instead addressed Freddie, “Tell ya what, Fred, you and ‘Laughy McFistbump’ can do the clean-up, while Tyson and I ‘get some’. Dick.” She stood and held out her hand to Tyson. “I think you and I are long-overdue for a chat.”

Ty appeared to be momentarily stunned at Jasmine’s outburst then smirked at his friends as he turned to bump his sister’s fist. “I’m gonna steal your friend here for a while. I hope you don’t mind.”

Laurel smiled sweetly at the duo. “Take all the time you need. I brought a huge book and a couple of movies. And, besides, someone needs to babysit these two goons.”

Jasmine led Ty away from the table, though once they were out of earshot she admitted, “I really don’t have a destination in mind. Any ideas?”

“Why don’t we take the boat out for a little putt around the lake?”

“What have you had to drink?” Jasmine hated playing the responsible adult, but bad things could happen when boating and too much alcohol were mixed.

“Just a couple of beers since we got back from wakeboarding. I’m good.”

“All right then, an evening tour of the lake sounds nice,” Jasmine agreed with a smile.

* * * *

The sun was low in the sky and the first stars of the night were making their appearance when Ty helped Jasmine into the boat and started the motor. He manoeuvred the craft away from the dock and out of the no-wake zone before throttling up to speed across the glassy surface of the lake. He reached for her hand and she gave it to him, revelling in the smile he flashed her.

He was such a beautiful specimen, and now that she was allowing herself to really look at him that way, she was absolutely blown away by his perfect form. From his wavy chestnut locks blowing wildly in the wind, to his chiselled pecs and abs, to the pronounced ‘V’ that dipped below the low waistband of his board-shorts, he was a mouth-watering sight to behold. And that rakish, devil-may-care smile of his had the ability to dampen the panties of any red-blooded female in the vicinity, but it seemed that Jasmine was the one that made it shine the brightest.

They reached an area of the lake that wasn’t particularly close to any of the lakeside homes, a cove that offered a modicum of privacy. Ty shut off the motor and turned to Jasmine. “Alone at last.”

Jasmine nodded then shivered a little. The air was cooling now that the sun was going down and she wished she’d brought a sweater or something along.

“Are you cold?”

Jasmine nodded again. “A little. I’ll be all right.”

“Here, come on.” Ty pulled her to her feet, and they carefully made their way to the back of the boat where there was a cushioned bench seat. He lifted up the cushion to reveal a small storage area with towels and what appeared to be a Mexican-woven blanket. He pulled out the blanket then replaced the cushion. “Have a seat.” When she complied, he sat down next to her and covered the both of them before sliding an arm around her head. It was an intimate seating situation that should have felt awkward, but Jasmine found sitting within Ty’s arms to be not at all unpleasant.

“So…” she said lamely, not sure how to start this conversation.

“So…” Ty echoed, and they both laughed before he continued, “You know, I’ve imagined this scenario hundreds of times in my mind, but to be honest, I can’t remember any of the ways in which I wowed you enough with my logic and sexual prowess to cause you to throw yourself at me and beg me to make you mine.”

“Oh, is that what I’m supposed to be doing now? Begging you to make me yours?” Jasmine asked dryly. “Well, you’re doing okay in the sexual prowess department, but I may need you to throw some logic at me because I’m still not quite convinced this is a good idea.”

“Fuck logic. How do you feel about me? Quit over-thinking the rights and wrongs and just tap into what your heart is telling you.”

“I’m definitely attracted to you, Tyson. I can’t deny that. You make me feel like a silly teenage girl and that’s what scares me. I’m in the process of getting divorced and having to start my life over. I’m not so sure that allowing myself to be wooed by my best friend’s hot younger brother is the right way to start it over.”

“And why not let the ‘hot younger brother’ woo you? You are the most amazing, drop-dead gorgeous woman I’ve ever known and you totally deserve to be wooed.” He grinned.

“Stop,” Jasmine groaned, teasingly shoving at Ty with her hand, but he clutched it when she touched his chest and held it tight by his heart.

“You do know this isn’t just a crush, right? Do you not see just how much I care about you, Jasmine? How much I want you for myself? I want you to make me yours. Scratch that, I
am
yours—I just need you to accept it. When I found out you were divorcing dipshit…”

“Kyle,” Jasmine corrected.

“Dipshit,” Ty argued and continued, “I knew I was getting my second chance and God help me, I wasn’t gonna fuck it up this time. I wasn’t going to let you run away. So I asked Laurel to set up this weekend so I could finally tell you how I felt and convince you that I’m the man you should be with.

“Fuck my age. Fuck your age, they’re just numbers. I’m out of school. In fact, I’m starting my new job on Monday which, by the way, puts me twenty minutes from where you live. Freddie and I just moved to Lancaster last week. Everything is coming together, like fate or kismet or whatever you want to call it. All I need is to get the girl, and that’s what I’m dying to accomplish this weekend.”

Jasmine sat quietly for a moment, letting his words sink in as she studied him, staring him in the eye. There was nothing she saw there that led her to believe he had spoken anything but the truth. He wanted her, he cared for her, and damn it, she wanted him too. She’d cared for him for years, but never in the way that he was asking of her, and now she was free to do that.

Finally, she used her free hand to stroke his cheek. “Very ambitious young man, aren’t you?” He nodded under her soft touch, turning his face to lightly kiss her palm. “Well done, then. Mission accomplished.”

“Thank God,” Tyson breathed before closing the distance between them and kissing her deeply and quite thoroughly. Jasmine shifted slightly so she could lie on her back on the wide bench seat, pulling him down with her. If she was going to do this, she wasn’t going to hold back.

She clenched her fingers in his hair as he slowly trailed his lips down her neck, much like he had earlier in the kitchen. But this time there would be no interruptions. He pushed aside the strap to her sundress before raising his head briefly to meet her eyes in the pale moonlight. She assumed he was seeking permission to venture beyond the territory he’d already charted earlier in the day.

“Yes,” Jasmine breathed, and the laces to her bikini top were promptly untied at her neck. He pushed aside the triangle of fabric to expose one smooth mound, its nipple standing at attention due to both her arousal and the chill of the night air, and closed his lips around it. He sucked gently, intermittently stroking and flicking at the sensitive, straining peak, making Jasmine gasp and sigh with pleasure.

With another tug at the laces tied behind her back, Ty removed her bikini top altogether and set to work lavishing both breasts with alternating, yet equal amounts of love and attention. Jasmine began to writhe beneath him, and the friction of his length rubbing against her heat was becoming a mixture of pleasure and torture. She craved more.

She groaned with pleasure when Ty slid a hand underneath her dress, cupping her over her now damp bikini bottoms. Pressing his palm firmly against her clit through the fabric, his tongue flicked the nipple he held between his lips and Jasmine bucked almost violently. “Oh God, Ty!” she cried. She watched his lips curve into a smile around her breast as he pushed aside the damp fabric between her thighs. Ty stroked his index finger down her slick folds, just barely grazing her clit. Jasmine moaned again. “Oh, Ty…please…”

He slid the finger inside her and she could feel how tightly her inner walls were squeezing around him, she was already so close to climax. “So wet, so tight…” Ty marvelled. “Fuck, Jasmine, you are everything and more than my fantasies of you have portrayed.” He pumped in and out of her a few times before sliding in his middle finger as well. He used his thumb to lightly stroke her clit, now that her hips were rocking against his hand to meet its thrusts.

“Oh God, oh God,” she chanted, becoming even wetter as her walls tightened around his fingers. He seemed to sense she was getting close, and he sucked her nipple into his mouth harder, encompassing even more of her breast, while he increased the pace at which his hand worked in and out of her.

Her moans grew louder and he released her breast. She met his eyes as he raised his head to watch her as she entered the throes. “That’s right, Jasmine, come for me, baby,” he murmured. He pressed his thumb on top of her clit and pushed his gloriously long fingers into her depths. He then twisted them to curl them back inside her, hitting her magic zone that set off the fireworks. With a guttural, keening cry, Jasmine came hard around Ty’s hand, coating his skin with her essence as her walls rapidly clenched and unclenched around him. “So beautiful,” she heard him whisper. “God, Jasmine, you have no idea what you do to me.”

As her orgasm subsided, he removed his hand and licked away her juices. “You taste amazing,” he said. “I can’t wait to try it straight from the source.”

Jasmine watched this action through lust-heavy eyes and when he brought his mouth down to kiss her, she kissed him back almost greedily, before pulling away to look him in the eye. “I want you. Right here, right now.”

Ty looked like he would be more than happy to take her, right there and right now, but he still maintained the decency to pause and make sure that was what Jasmine wanted. “Baby, I want you so fucking bad, but are you sure you’re ready for that? I mean, I don’t want to rush you into anything you’re not ready for.”

“I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t sure,” Jasmine argued breathlessly. “Make me yours, Ty. Please?”

He crushed his mouth to hers again while she gripped the waistband of his board shorts, trying to push them down. He rocked back off her and pushed them down while she reached under her sundress to pull her bikini bottoms off. He groaned and slid down her body, gripping her thighs at the apex and spreading them apart. “Just a taste,” he uttered, eagerly burying his face between her thighs.

“Oh,
fuck.
” Jasmine cried, her eyes rolling back in her head at the sensation of his lips and tongue expertly working her centre. He soon had her spiralling close to another orgasm. “Please, Ty. I need you…”

Tyson sat up on his knees and gathered her dress in his hands to pull it over her head. “I need to see you. I want to feel your skin against mine.”

Jasmine nodded. “Yes, just please—”

“Please what, baby?”

God but she loved him calling her baby. “I need you in me now, Ty!”

He positioned himself between her legs and then froze. “Oh shit.”

Jasmine’s eyes went wide and she sat up on her elbows. “‘Oh shit’ what?”

“I didn’t bring any… I don’t have a…”

“I’m on the Pill. As long as you don’t have any, uh, conditions going on down there, we’re good.”

“Clean as a whistle,” Ty said, and didn’t hesitate anymore beyond that. With one steady thrust he seated himself deeply within her, filling her to the hilt, before pulling back out almost all the way then sliding all the way back in again. “Ah, fuck, you feel amazing Jasmine,” he gasped. “If I’m dreaming, I will fucking kill whoever wakes me up.”

Jasmine dug her fingers into his shoulders to hold on as he drilled her with deep strokes. “You’re…not…dreaming. Fuck-you…feel…sooo…
good
…”

The boat rocked with their movement, which only served to heighten the experience, and with a few more well-placed strokes, Jasmine began to quiver around Ty once again. He grabbed her hips and pulled her against him with each thrust, and in moments they were both calling each other’s names over the silence of the lake.

Ty collapsed against her, and she gladly bore his weight, breathing heavily as he rained kisses over her face and neck. “That was—”

“Incredible.” Jasmine finished. Her pussy still tingled and her foot cramped due to her toes curling when she had come so hard for the second time. She had been lucky if Kyle had got her off once when they’d had sex. Ty had just set her off twice with just a quick romp.

“Beyond my wildest dreams,” Ty panted. “And that’s just the beginning, baby. We’re so good together. I knew we would be.”

“I’m beginning to think you’re right,” Jasmine said with a satisfied smile.

“We should probably head back soon.” Though Ty didn’t make a move to get off her.

“We probably should.”

“Sleep with me tonight,” Ty suggested. He sat up a little, looking at her hopefully.

“I thought that’s what I just did,” Jasmine said with a chuckle.

“No, I mean sleep with me tonight. I want you in my bed. Or I’ll be in your bed. I want to share a bed with you tonight.” Ty dipped his head again and kissed her tenderly. “I don’t want this night to end. I’ve waited so long.”

Maybe it was the moonlight, maybe it was being held by this insanely gorgeous young stud who had just given her one, no, two of the best orgasms of her life, but the decision was pretty much a no-brainer for Jasmine. “Okay, I think I’d like that.”

Chapter Five

They came in through the downstairs entrance of the house, where Jasmine was surprised to find Laurel fully engaged in a round of beer pong with Freddie and Saul. “Wow, beer pong? Really?” Jasmine joked.