Something to Believe In (The Renegade Saints Book 4) (20 page)

“Are you wet?”

I nodded. “So, so wet,” I confessed.

He reached around and slid his hand over me, cupping me intimately.

“Mm,” he rasped, “you aren’t kidding. You’re dripping, Freckles.”

I looked back at him over my shoulder and licked my lips seductively, appreciating the way his eyes widened as he watched. I’d never felt so attractive.

“Fuck me,” I whimpered. “Just fuck me.”

I wiggled against him as the head of his cock rubbed against my opening.

“
Please
,” I begged. “Don’t make me wait.”

He didn’t move. My eyes flew up to his to see why and the look on his face was one of pure frustration.

“Fuck,” he said angrily. “I don’t have a fucking condom with me.”

I had like two seconds of coherent thought but all I really cared about was having him inside of me.

“Are you clean?”

He nodded. “Yes, but—”

“I’m clean too,” I told him. “When was the last time you were tested?”

“Right before the tour and I’ve never not used a condom.”

I did the math in my head and decided it was worth the risk. My period had ended four days before which meant I wasn’t ovulating yet.

As we spoke, the head of him was rubbing against me, tempting me and making me want him even more.

“Are you on the pill?”

I shook my head. “No, but I just finished my period a few days ago. You’ll need to pull out.”

He swallowed heavily as his eyes went down to where we were almost joined. When he looked back up at me, he nodded.

“If anything happens, I’ll take care of you,” he said.

And then, he thrust forward. One solid push had him seated all the way inside of me and I yelped as I felt every goddamn inch. Not having a condom shouldn’t have made a difference, but it did. The heat of him was almost too much, the skin-to-skin contact more than I ever could have imagined. His hips anchored to my waist when he started thrusting in and out.

“Tits,” he reminded me. “Play with them.”

I leaned back against him as I pinched and pulled at my nipples, moaning like a bitch in heat as he completely destroyed me. I’d thought it had been good before, but this was different. When he slid one of his hands off of my waist and onto my clit, I cried out.

“Tyson,” I cried. “I’m going to come!”

“Do it,” he growled. “Come for me, Daisy.”

I came hard, so hard that I saw stars and maybe even a few rocket ships behind my eyelids. As my orgasm rolled on, I thought I heard him mumbling something about hearing a sound, but when he didn’t stop I figured it was nothing. I huffed and gasped for air as he pounded in and out of me at warp speed, and the sound of him whimpering had my womb clenching hard.

“Fuck!” he roared.

I groaned when he pulled out and then sighed when I felt him coming all over my ass. As he did, he wrapped his arms around me from behind and bit the spot where my neck met my shoulder. When he was finished coming, he let out a harsh groan.

“You have no idea how hard it was to pull out right then. You felt so fucking good all I could think about was how badly I wanted to fill you with my come,” he whispered.

I nodded my understanding but said nothing because I was completely destroyed. He’d just fucked me hard enough that my legs were like limp noodles. I’d wanted him to come in me, too.

Since we were in the bathroom at the arena, we had no time to enjoy the aftermath. After a minute of both of us getting our breathing under control, he wiped his come off my ass with a paper towel and then pulled my panties and leggings back up. When he was finished, he helped me put my top back on before he washed his hands in the sink.

As we left the office, he took my hand in his and held on.

“Lookin’ forward to our next bathroom encounter,” he said with a grin.

“You’re a madman,” I joked.

“Mad for you,” he countered.

I smiled at him like a pageant winner.

When we got back to the area where the meet and greet was being held, the line was almost at the end. Ty dropped a quick kiss on my lips before taking his place with the rest of the band and finishing up the night.

I busied myself gathering my stuff together and making sure I had everything I’d come with. Lacey came over to tell me the meet and greet was almost over so the SUVs had pulled up outside the exit doors. I nodded and turned as I slung my backpack over my shoulder, but then came to a halt when she let out a hoot of laughter.

“What?” I asked.

She laughed before answering, “Tyson is really taking this whole marking his territory bit seriously.”

“Ah. You meant the whole kissing in public issue.”

“Uh, no. I mean the whole you’ve got another hickey thing.”

I smacked my hand against my forehead as I mentally played back the bathroom incident and realized he’d been sucking on my neck when he came.

“I’ll talk to him,” I assured her.

She waved me off. “I’m just rubbing it in,” she quipped.

“Rubbing what in?”

“How you should have listened to me to begin with. Remember when I told you he liked you?”

“Who likes her?” Ty asked in a stressed sounding voice.

Lacey shook her head and laughed. “Sometimes you men are so daft. I was talking about you.”

“You were wrong though,” he argued. “I don’t like her.”

My face fell.
What?

“Like is such a weak word for what I feel about Daisy.”

Andddd my frown quickly turned upside down as I damn near swooned.

“Something is definitely in the water around here,” she teased.

The three of us laughed as we walked out together and got into one of the massive black SUVs. I sat in the middle and Ty put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him. Lacey smirked and shot a
told you so
look at me. I nodded once and smiled in response. She totally had.

I
started getting anxious on the drive back to the hotel because I knew I couldn’t put off talking to her. I had one chance to explain my issue and hope it wouldn’t upset her or make her walk away. If I didn’t I was playing with fire. Cole had been right—the longer I waited, the better the chance shit would get ugly.

When we arrived back at the hotel, I quickly took Daisy’s hand and took her up to my room before she could say a word. I was anxious that she’d ask to go back to her own room and that couldn’t happen before I talked to her.

I opened the door and switched on the lights before guiding us to the couch. She let out a sound of pure pleasure as she kicked off her chucks and plopped her feet on the coffee table, crossing one ankle over the other. Leaning her head back against the couch, she yawned before lifting her left arm up to check her watch.

“Ugh,” she groaned. “I can’t stay long. I need to go pack since we’re up and out of here at noon.”

I frowned as I considered her words. I hadn’t even thought of it, to be honest. I was lucky—I didn’t even have to look to know my dirty laundry had been taken care of and all of my shit was packed except for what I’d wear on the plane and my toiletries. I contemplated using her need to pack to put our talk off before realizing all I’d merely be doing was kicking the ball down the road.

“Listen, before you go, we need to talk.”

Her eyes widened as she looked over at me apprehensively. “That sounds ominous.”

“I hope not,” I answered, “but I do need to tell you something I really wish I didn’t.”

She sat up straight and swallowed hard. “Jesus, Tyson. If you don’t want to do this anymore or if you want to fuck other—”

“No! No, Daisy, it’s not that
at all
,” I assured her. “I want to fucking be with you and only
you
.”

I wanted to punch myself in the nuts for bungling shit so badly before I even got started.

“Okayyyy,” she drawled. “If it’s not that, tell me what’s going on.”

I took a deep breath and rolled my neck on my shoulders before I threw a fuck it and dove in.

“I’ve got some anxiety issues and because of them, I can’t sleep with other people in my bedroom. I can only sleep if I’m locked in and by myself.”

I don’t know what I was expecting, but her reaction wasn’t it at all.

Instead of flipping her shit, she expelled a long breath and shook her head at me.

“You just scared the bejesus out of me,” she chastised. “I was prepared for something awful.”

“It is awful,” I insisted. “It’s also really goddamn embarrassing. It took forever to get to the point where I could have the guys in the room when I slept and even that was always questionable. I never even considered having a woman in my bed, until you. I want you there, Daisy. Believe me, I do. I just can’t right now and it fuckin’ kills me because I can’t give you that and you might say fuck it and move on.”

She reached over and took my hand in hers. “Tyson, you telling me you have anxiety about sleeping with people in your room isn’t a reason for me to say fuck it. This isn’t a deal breaker.”

I thought I knew how much I didn’t want her to bail on me, but I’d barely cracked the surface. Only when she said it wasn’t going to happen did I realize how truly gutted I’d have been if she told me to grow up and go fuck myself.

“Fuck me am I glad to hear you say that,” I answered.

“You never need to be afraid to talk to me about anything,” she said. “Besides, we’ve just started—”

At a loss for words, she waved her hand.

“Whatever it is we would call this,” she finished after a pause.

I shocked the hell out of myself when I said, “I’d like to call this a relationship.”

Sure, I’d been feeling it, but actually having the balls to say it was a feat and a half. She looked surprised in the few seconds that passed before she smiled.

“Yeah?” she asked softly.

“Hell yeah,” I answered firmly.

As we smiled at each other like two lovesick fools, I threw my head back and laughed.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

“I’m almost thirty and I’ve never had a girlfriend before. This feels monumental.”

“I wish I could say I’d never had a boyfriend before,” she admitted.

My curiosity piqued, I asked, “Why?”

She answered simply, “I made bad choices.”

Ah, I thought, she’d been cheated on.

“So your exes weren’t faithful?”

She grimaced. “If only that had been the issue,” she said flatly.

“What did they do?” I asked, mentally wondering how much work I’d have to do to find the fucks who had hurt her.

When she didn’t immediately respond I pressed. “I really want to know.”

She wrinkled her nose and made a face before she laid it out.

“Here’s my history in a nutshell. When I dropped out of high school and left home at eighteen, I moved in with my boyfriend. He was twenty-four and told me he was a club promoter. Several months later I found out he worked for the strip club his dad owned when he brought me in for a job interview.”

My jaw was clenched so tight I thought it might shatter. “He made you strip?”

She shook her head firmly. “Nobody makes me do anything. He tried, but I wasn’t having it. I went back to his apartment, packed my shit and moved in with one of Dusty’s friends. She helped me get my GED before I moved back to Harmony for a few months to regroup.”

“You said relationships as in plural,” I pointed out when she didn’t immediately continue.

She sighed and fidgeted on the couch before carrying on.

“I wound up going to LA and enrolling in community college for a business degree. Two years later I met a guy and we started dating. He was the exact opposite of the club promoter, so I thought I was in the clear. He worked a regular office job and seemed to be the straightest of arrows. Turned out that wasn’t the case at all. We were five months into our relationship when he took me out for Valentine’s Day dinner. Right in the middle of dinner the FBI showed up and arrested him for hacking into government servers and selling the information to a militant group that was planning to crash the US market.”

I gaped at her in shock. That was some seriously fucked up shit.

“I spent the following three months being hounded by the FBI and Homeland Security as they went through my life with a magnifying glass. Every job, every place I’d lived, every dollar in my bank account, my emails, my phone records. It was beyond invasive and completely humiliating. Worse than that, they also gave my family the same treatment. My mother was mortified and is still angry. Everyone else was supportive of me, but… it was embarrassing. The icing on the cake was being forced to run up a ton of attorney fees to deal with it. It took me a year to pay that all off.”