Conklin's Corruption (#3) (Conklin's Trilogy) (10 page)

I smiled as I shimmied on a gray Tiger’s t-shirt.  “This shirt would have been better than those shorts.”

“Take that shitty shirt off and come here,” Tyler said playfully, holding his hands out to me.  “We left that crappy shirt here for a reason.”

I laughed and crawled into bed next to him.  “Better than that Cubs tank top you got me.”

Tyler let out a slight smirk and pulled me into his arms.  Snuggling into his warm embrace was extremely relaxing after the event-filled day.  Tyler was right; exhausting was the perfect adjective to describe our outing with Josie and Emmett.

Just as I was getting settled, Tyler rolled so he was on top of me, lacing his fingers with mine on the sides of my head.  Running his nose along mine, he whispered, “It wasn’t that bad.”

I opened my eyes and gazed at him, a weight lifted off my shoulders knowing he could tolerate children, maybe even want them, and not just because I wanted them.  I tilted my head to kiss him, meaning for it to be sweet and innocent, but Tyler had other intentions.  His tongue parted my lips, coaxing for mine to come out and play.  The grip of our hands tightened as Tyler’s knees began to wedge their way in between my legs.

“Mmm… Ty we can’t do this now.”

Tyler kissed down my neck.  “Yes we can.”

Pulling my hands from his grasp, I yanked on his hair so he would look at me.  “Josie and Emmett are in the room just down the hall.”

Tyler gave me a puzzled look.  “So?  Are you telling me Ray and Heather never have sex?”

I raised a brow at him.  “Why do you think they wanted to get away for the week?”

“If they don’t have sex then I’m never having kids.”

I giggled at the seriousness of his expression.  “Maybe if we were at their house and they were cozy in their own beds.  But whenever Josie stays the night with me, she normally curls up next to me in my bed.”

Tyler slowly lowered his head so his lips were back on my neck.  “Mmm, I don’t feel like sharing you tonight, but just in case we have a visitor, I think we shouldn’t waste any time.”  His hand slipped under my shirt, finding my breast.  His hand and mouth felt too good, and a sudden urge to please him passed through my veins.  Maybe we did have a little time on our hands.

  I quickly rolled him to his back, straddling his hips, seductively looking down at him.  “What would please my fiancé tonight?”

He slowly licked his lips while his eyes darkened.  “You could honor my first request,” he murmured, smoothly running his palms up my thighs and under my shirt to my waist.  I bit my lip and took his hint, reaching for the hem of my shirt, pulling it slyly off my torso and over my head.

His eyes were on fire now.  “Take your hair down,” his voice was low and commanding and oh so sexy.

I obeyed, pulling the hair tie and shaking my head back and forth, running my hands through it to make it less flat.  I smirked as I felt his excitement growing underneath me.

“God, you’re beautiful.”  He traced circles on my thighs as he greedily looked over my body. 

I used to be afraid of his stare.  Now it turned me on more than anything, knowing he desired every single inch of my body.  Every beauty mark and imperfection was all his.

“What’s your favorite part?” I bravely asked.

Tyler raised a questioning brow.  “Favorite body part?  I’m not sure I can pick just one.”  His fingers ran past my thighs to my stomach.  “I like this, a lot,” he murmured, tracing his finger tip around my abdomen.  I let out a small smile.  I barely clenched my stomach when he touched it anymore. I wasn’t ashamed of the faint stretch marks like I used to be.

He sat up with me still straddling him then bent down to kiss my tummy.  “I really do, Becs.  So sexy.”  He kissed it again then worked his way up in between my breasts.  “These are pretty distracting too.”  His tongue darted out, circling and sucking, causing a moan to escape my mouth. My arms found his hair, guiding his head where I wanted it.  His hands found my behind and squeezed.  “I don’t even know how to describe what this does to me,” he mumbled in between my breasts as his grip on my ass tightened. 

I giggled as he pulled me flush with his body.

“I love your beautiful eyes,” he continued, bringing one hand to my face.  “This cute button nose, and that mouth,” he groaned, moving on to give me a kiss.  I slightly pulled back, a flirtatious grin on my face.

“Mmm, let me kiss you,” he begged, massaging my behind.

“Let me kiss you first,” I whispered.  “I want to show you just how much enjoyment my mouth can bring.”

His jaw slowly slacked, and his eyelids became heavy.  I guided him to sit back against the headboard. 

As seductively as I could, I crawled backwards down his body, never letting my burning gaze leave him.  I dropped my lips to his smooth and taut abs, tracing the pronounced curves with my tongue.  His eyes were devouring every move I made.  His hand found my hair, pulling it off my face so we could meet eye to eye as I slowly got closer and closer to working my magic.

Letting a devilish grin leave my lips, I kissed him overtop his black Under Armour boxer briefs.  His chest rose, and his gaped mouth turned into a crooked smirk.

I met his smirk, rolling his boxers once then tracing kisses across his hip bone.

“You’re going to draw this out, aren’t you?” he rasped.

I nodded my head, my tongue darting out again as I rolled his waistband once more, continuing the same drawn out process.  His hand was still in my hair, his grip getting tighter the closer and closer I got.  His stare was so intense, goading me to get to the point.  My mouth was watering now, my hands shaky as they finally rolled the fabric enough for him to spring free.

My eyes grew wide as I took him in, still amazed with his size.  I glanced up at Tyler only to find his smug expression.  He knew he was blessed, and I blushed at his presumptuous stare.

Gathering my thoughts again, I ran my tongue along his length, enjoying hearing his head thump against the headboard and watching his teeth graze his bottom lip.

“That’s so fucking hot,” he rasped.

Flicking the tip with my tongue, I scolded, “Don’t curse.”

Amusement spread across his face as I trailed kisses back down his length.  “Those innocent baby blue eyes looking at me while your mouth does naughty things makes me curse.”

I grinned at him, making my eyes wider as I finally took him completely in my mouth.

“Oh... Yes…,” he groaned in satisfaction, his eyes rolling back.

I firmly wrapped one hand around him while I worked the tip with my mouth.  Tyler gently cupped my cheek with one hand, his other pulling the hair from my face so our eyes could meet.  His stare was carnal and filled with hunger and promise.

The slight inhales of breath that escaped Tyler’s mouth made me feel powerful.  I had him in the palm of my hand, taking him as high as I wanted.  He was at my mercy now, his abdomen clenching as he touched the back of my throat.

“Oh, just like that Becs,” his breath came out in a rush, his words raspy and filled with need.  His hands dropped from my hair and face, squeezing the life out of the satin sheets.  He was on the very edge but I wasn’t ready for him to give in yet.  Slowing down my movements, I glanced back into his eyes.  They were scorching with passion as he cocked his head to the side, silently begging me to continue with the pace I had been using.

I teased and taunted with the tip of my tongue, making long strokes up and down, slow and steady.  Tyler’s jaw clenched as he let out a low rumble from his chest, now both his hands finding my hair as I continued my tantalizing pattern. His body was fidgety, his hips pushing upwards every time I’d reach the tip of his length, pleading for me to score the final point.

Tyler groaned in frustration after I wrapped my lips around him as though I were going to completely take him in my mouth, but I quickly pulled away, my tongue lazily wandering back downward. 

Grabbing my head, he firmly forced my eyes to meet his.  Tyler’s hard, lustful eyes implored mine as he bit down on his lip then roughly released it as he lead my mouth back a mere centimeter from his length.  My lip quirked up in a devious smile, and I had him.  I could get whatever I wanted at this point, but I wanted to please him, wanted him to come undone.  I ever so slowly opened my mouth then ravaged him so fast he moaned louder than I’d ever heard him while we were intimate.

“Mommy!”
Josie shrieked, followed by little feet patting against the hardwood floors.

I jolted back, my mouth making a popping noise as I suddenly released him.  Tyler flinched as he reached for the pillow, and I quickly grabbed the Tiger’s t-shirt, yanking it over my head in the nick of time.

“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!  I want my Mommy!” Josie sobbed as she climbed into the bed.  Tyler shifted uncomfortably as she crawled over his legs.

I held my hands out for her to climb in my lap, my heart still racing from my attack on Tyler.  “Did you have a bad dream?” I gently asked, patting her back.

“I heard a noise,” she sniffled, rubbing her eyes.

I shot Tyler a look as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Do you want me to come and lay with you?”

“Can I sleep with you?” her voice cracked.

Without thinking I said yes, tucking her under the covers.

“Becca?” Tyler said accusingly in a hush.  “What about–”

“Shh!  She’s used to sleeping with me whenever she stays.  I think you’ll be fine for one night!”

Tyler rolled his eyes and stood from the bed, adjusting himself in his boxers as he awkwardly walked to my closet, probably to find a t-shirt and shorts to sleep in since we would be sharing the bed with a three year old.  I shook my head in irritation as I snuggled next to Josie. 
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Chapter 6

Tyler

I opened one eye to the bright light beaming in from the window.  I had an awful kink in my back caused by a tiny foot that kept finding its way into my ribs, side, and hip.  I almost went to the couch, but Becca had already taken it, making herself comfortable with Emmett on her stomach.  The little guy cried half the night.  Between his screams and Josie’s constant need to kick me, I hadn’t slept more than a minute. 

Babbles from Emmett rang through the hall, followed by a singing Josie. 

Glad she slept well.

“Uncle Tyler!  Auntie B says breakfast is ready!  She made pancakes!” Josie sang as she came right up to my face.  I looked at her with my one opened eye, the rest of my face still buried in the pillow.

Groaning, I sluggishly sat up, rubbing my face with my palms.

“Come on Uncle Tyler!” Josie badgered while pulling on my forearm. She dragged me through the hallway, continuing her song with a hop to her step, her pigtails bouncing from side to side.

Becca was standing at the stove with a spatula in hand, bouncing Emmett on her hip as he chewed on a different kitchen utensil.

“Morning,” Becca greeted with tired eyes.  She had a smile on her face, but no doubt she slept about as much as I did.  “Hungry?”

Taking a seat at the island counter, I mumbled sure followed by a yawn.

Becca gave me an empathetic smile then went back to flipping pancakes.

“Uncle Tyler, can we go swimming after church?”

I rolled my eyes in her direction then back to Becca.  She must have felt my glare burning a hole in the back of her head from how her body stiffened.

“We’re going to have to stop by Union Square to get some dress clothes for you,” Becca said quietly.  She turned off the stove and dropped the rest of the pancakes on a plate then brought them over to the island. 

“Exactly how long are we watching Thing One and Thing Two?”

Becca turned to grab some orange juice out of the fridge.  “My parents will take them after church…” Her words faded.  There was more that she didn’t want to tell me.

“Becca…,” I said sternly.

She impressively fixed Josie a plate with one hand then poured her a glass of orange juice.  “We’re having brunch with my parents after church.”

I shrugged my shoulders.  That wasn’t that big of a deal.  Some quick food and chit chat then off to Grand Haven to finish out our weekend, alone.  I had a serious case of blue balls from last night and planned on taking care of the situation the second those tykes were out of our hair.  Maybe I could get her to give me road head.  As my mind drifted, I barely heard the next words out of Becca’s mouth.

“Your parents are going to be there as well,” she whispered, putting Emmett on a seat with a tray on the counter.

“My what?” I asked quickly.

Becca pulled out a blender from a cupboard and some fruit from the fridge.  “My mom and your mom were talking earlier in the week and decided it would be good to get together to talk about the wedding.  Do you want a protein shake with your pancakes?”

“Why are you just now telling me about this?” I scowled; irritated she was trying to deflect the subject.

She audibly sighed.  “I found out this morning.”

“Great,” I grumbled while fixing myself a plate.