Something to Believe In (The Renegade Saints Book 4) (24 page)

It was savage and primal, two people completely in tune with each other’s bodies who were bound and determined to give and get pleasure. Tyson pounded into me like a madman, little drops of sweat trickling down his neck and chest as he thrust. He never once complained about my fingernails being imbedded into each of his perfect ass cheeks as he continued fucking me. I came again, and then again, but he still didn’t stop. Letting go of his ass, I scratched my nails down his chest.

“Come for me, baby,” I whimpered. “Come.”

He didn’t. Instead, he stopped, flipped me over and helped me get onto my hands and knees. He pressed my knees together and stood on his feet over me, getting the angle just right before he thrust back in. I screamed so loud, I’m surprised security didn’t start banging on the door.

We’d been having sex every single day for almost two weeks and nothing compared to the way he ravished me that night. I was a sweat covered shaky mess when he pinched my clit and made me come again. I was a mess, tears running unchecked down my face as I cried into the comforter. Not because I was in pain, but because I’d never experienced pleasure like that. It was too high, too much. I hadn’t known my body could soar so high. As I bucked against him and mindlessly rode it out, his grip on my hips tightened as he pounded into me frantically. He came with a yell, and I groaned when I felt the heat of his release deep inside of me. It set off another mini orgasm through me, one that made me feel fluttery and dizzy all at the same time. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I clawed at the sheets and thrust back against him until we were both completely spent.

He pulled out and dropped down onto the bed beside me, great gusts of air leaving him as he tried to get his breath. I collapsed in the spot he left me in, shivering as his hand reached out and took mine. We stayed side by side for countless minutes, staring at each other without saying a word.

When I could finally speak, I squeezed his hand. “We really need to have condoms everywhere,” I breathed.

He shook his head and frowned. “Fuck. I’m sorry, Freckles. I didn’t mean—”

I waved him off. “Considering we’ve already been bad today, I’m not going to cry over spilt milk. We just need to be more prepared.”

“I’m on it,” he vowed. “And if anything happens, you know we’re in this together.”

I nodded and yawned as I sat up and stretched. “I need to go to the bathroom,” I announced.

He wiggled his brows at me suggestively. “Shower sex?” he teased.

I shook my head. “I’m not even sure I’ll be able to walk tomorrow,” I admitted. “I think if we do it again, you’d be pushing me around in a wheelchair.”

He laughed long and hard before answering, “Holy shit, what a story that would be. Could you imagine trying to explain that I fucked you so hard you literally couldn’t walk for a day?”

I snorted. “I can imagine it, which is why there’s no more sexy times for the rest of the night.”

He made boo-boo eyes at me and frowned before he burst out laughing again. “Don’t take away my man card for admitting this, but in all seriousness I’m not sure
I
could go again tonight.”

Instead of shower sex we relaxed in the massive tub together, only getting out once we were thoroughly pruned. After drying me off and brushing my hair, Ty put me to bed with a soft kiss and then left. We weren’t sharing a room yet, but I believed that soon we would be. I was still smiling as my eyes drifted shut.

What I didn’t know was that Tyson started conditioning himself that night. He would return to my room each night after I slept to lie on the bed next to me until he was about to doze off. Only then would he really leave.

I
t was happening and I was crazy fucking nervous.

Daisy was over-the-moon excited because Violet, Ryder and their three kids were all coming to New York for the night. For the first time in my life, I was going to be meeting the family. I worried her sister would be against us sharing a room even though we didn’t share a bed. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibilities that they could’ve been super religious and found it offensive. I’d asked Daisy if she wanted to sleep in a room by herself for the night. She laughed so hard I thought she might actually bust a gut.

“Aren’t you precious,” she teased. “My sister isn’t some weirdo, you know. She and Ry have been bandicootin’ since forever. Sex before marriage isn’t an issue for them.”

I choked out a laugh. “What the hell is bandicootin’?”

“Ugh. My country was coming out,” she giggled. “It means sex.”

I dropped a kiss on her nose. “It’s fuckin’
adorable
,” I assured her.

I thought I was prepared for Daisy’s family—particularly the kids—but seeing the way they ran for her was way more emotional than I’d have thought it could be. Security had radioed up that morning at around eleven to tell us her family had just been put in the elevator. Daisy ran into the hall to greet them as they came off. I wasn’t too far behind her as two little munchkins came running toward her at high speed, their faces lit up with absolute joy.

Since she’d moved into my suite I’d heard her talking to them on the phone several times, and had even been around for a Skype session. That was all experienced just from her view, though. When they came up that hallway for her, it hit me like a brick to the face. Those children didn’t just
like
Daisy, they adored her. I remembered how Jason would act when he was around his people, the way he would smile and hold onto us. That was exactly what Daisy’s niece and nephew did. They held onto her and wouldn’t let her go.

“Daisy, I didn’t have no accidents on the plane,” the little girl boasted proudly. “Kept my underpants dry!”

Daisy smiled at her like she’d just told her she figured out how to achieve world peace.

“I’m so proud of you Ryley! You’re such a big girl now.”

The older of the two kids, a little boy, poked at Daisy’s shoulder. “I been ridin’ horses with Granddaddy,” he said proudly. Holding up two fingers he continued, “He says in this many years I’ll be ready to learn ropin’.”

“Oh my gosh, Wyatt! Granddaddy must think you’re super good. Your momma and I didn’t get to rope until we were at least eight. Actually,” she joked, “I think your momma might’ve been nine or ten.”

Wyatt nodded at her seriously. “Granddaddy said she ain’t so hot at ropin’.”

Everyone burst out laughing as Violet tickled her son’s neck. “Hey,” she teased, “I roped your daddy, didn’t I?”

The way Ryder looked at his wife was educational. Daisy had told me they’d been together
“longer than fleas have been makin’ homes on a dog’s ass”
, but you could tell he was madly in love with her.

“Daddy said you didn’t even have to try to catch him,” Wyatt joked.

As everyone laughed, the little girl in Violet’s arms started squawking and reaching for Daisy. I knew she was fifteen months old and her name was Maya. Ryder pulled the other kids off of her mere seconds before Maya dove into her arms and hugged her tight.

“Day!” she yelped. “Day, Day!”

The way Daisy interacted with the children was effortless and completely genuine. She was more than comfortable with them, fully at ease and confident in their love for her and hers for them. She turned toward me with a smile and walked up the hall to where I was standing. Her little fan club had wiggled down from their father’s arms and switched to holding onto her legs.

She stopped in front of me and grinned. “Ty, this is my brilliant and handsome nephew Wyatt, my gorgeous and genius niece Ryley and my beautiful brainy love muffin, Maya.”

You could’ve knocked me over with one strong breath when Wyatt held out his hand to shake mine. Eyes wide, I held mine out and took his. The kid had a hell of a grip.

“Nice to meet you,” he said proudly.

When he let go of my hand, Ryley waved up at me. “You’re as tall as my daddy,” she giggled.

Maya was the last one to say hello, and she did so with her face buried against Daisy’s neck. Holding up her chubby little hand she blurted, “hi,” before turning her head shyly.

I met Violet and Ryder next. I’d known they were funny from listening in to some of their conversations with Daisy, but meeting them in person really brought that home. Violet was just an older version of Daisy—sweet and down to earth, not a trace of attitude in her. Ryder was a cowboy through and through but he was also fuckin’ hilarious and it was clear he adored his family, including my girl.

We walked up the rest of the hall as a unit piling into the suite noisily. Daisy had the forethought to have put in the Tom and Jerry DVD she’d ordered for the kids. She said it was their favorite show, but I’d have been able to figure that out by the way they sat on either side of Daisy and snuggled in to watch. Even the little one who sat on her lap watched happily.

That left Violet, Ryder and me to our own defenses. I wound up sitting at the table with them while they drank the pitcher of sweet tea we’d ordered for them. We shot the shit, talking about the tour and how Daisy was doing, and I listened in rapt attention whenever they dropped little tidbits about Daisy’s pre-me life. It was fascinating to hear about the time she hogtied a bully to a tree and her stint competing in junior rodeos. It made sense though—Daisy was a fuckin’ spitfire and it had clearly come from somewhere.

The entire time we were at the table, all three of the kids completely ignored us. This was because they were wrapped up in Daisy, and only wanted to spend time with her. She got up from the couch at one point to grab Maya’s diaper bag, and the kids followed her to her room where she changed her. When they came back, they retook their seats on the couch, tucked up right against her. Even blind it would’ve been impossible to miss how deep that bond ran. Seeing the way she loved them made me fall deeper in love with her. The heart she had was worth its weight in gold.

It was the perfect day for them to have arrived for a visit since almost a dozen people on the crew were from New York City or the surrounding area. We’d rented out an indoor trampoline park for all the kids and families, and there was a barbeque on the rooftop deck of the hotel that night.

I’d rented the indoor trampoline park for the adults before. We all enjoyed the fuck out of it, so it was a no brainer to have the families come in. I jumped and did flips with Daisy and her niece and nephew while Violet and Ryder jumped around with little Maya and kept her from getting hurt. After an hour of jumping, she’d had enough of her parents and was demanding Daisy take her. It was adorable. The three of us went and played together in a massive ball pit together for quite a while.