“Yeah, be back,” I muttered, threw open the door, got out and hustled to the door to the utility room, hoping to all that was holy Julius was hustling his tall, massive ass too.
Through the door to the stairs and up them, I saw Julius was standing a few feet from the opening at the top of the stairs and my eyes narrowed on his back as I alighted the stairs and they did this because he was not hustling.
And I heard him say, “Later, you’ll get this was the only play I had to make.”
I hit the top of the stairs, took three steps in, my eyes unnarrowed and my body froze solid when my eyes hit Ty standing five feet in front of Julius.
Vaguely, I noticed he was frozen solid too; his eyes on me like my eyes were on him.
Well, maybe not the same because I was sure my eyes communicated total, complete, body-rocking, earth-shattering shock that he was standing, breathing, in one piece, wearing faded jeans, a skintight white tee, looking as gorgeous as always and very, very, very healthy.
Healthy.
Alive.
Standing.
Gorgeous.
In one piece.
Breathing.
Ty.
“And baby doll,” I heard Julius say but didn’t tear my eyes from Ty, “you give it time, beautiful, you’ll get it too that this was the only play I had to make.”
I watched, stunned, motionless, as Ty’s eyes sliced from me to Julius.
“What f**kin’ play?” his voice rumbled, so deep, so low, it reverberated against my chest.
Healthy.
Alive.
Standing.
Gorgeous.
In one piece.
Breathing.
Talking (or rumbling).
Ty.
“I told Lexie you got in a car wreck and were dyin’ and she needed to come home and say good-bye. She dropped everything, Walk, and here she is. I may be f**ked in the head but, to me, that f**kin’ says it all.” Pause while I continued to stare at my husband then, “Oh yeah, brother, I see you’re pissed but it was the only play you two gave me.”
I didn’t move, didn’t speak, just kept staring at Ty even after his angry eyes cut to me and changed from angry to something else altogether.
“Lexie?” he called but I didn’t move, didn’t speak, just kept staring. “Lex,” he said.
I stared at Ty and counted them down.
Eleven.
Eleven hours.
Eleven hours I thought the man standing in front of me, the man I loved was as good as dead and then… then… he just would be.
Dead.
But he wasn’t.
He started moving toward me and I came unstuck, backing up and he stopped and growled, “Julius, she’s headin’ toward the stairs.”
I stopped.
I stared.
Healthy.
Alive.
Standing.
Gorgeous.
In one piece.
Breathing.
Ty.
I crumbled to the floor at the same time I dissolved into tears.
“Fuck,” I heard Ty clip then I was up, strong arms around me and I heard as well as felt the rumble of the words, “Get outta my f**kin’ house.”
“Brother –”
“Now!”
That was barked.
Then I was going down, ass in his lap, his arms around me, I shoved my face in his neck, my arms went tight around his shoulders, so tight, holding on, I was never, not ever, not f**king ever going to let go and I sobbed into his skin.
His mouth at my ear, he whispered, “Baby, calm down.”
I didn’t calm down.
Eleven hours I lived with the knowledge of his loss.
It was too much.
I couldn’t calm down.
One of his arms got tight and the other hand stroked my back.
“Lexie, baby,” he murmured, lips still at my ear, “calm down.”
“Ee… ee… eleven hours,” I gulped into his neck.
“Come again?”
“Thought you were lost for eleven hours.”
His hand stopped stroking and both arms closed tight around me.
“The la… la… last thing I told you wa… was that we were a nightmare.”
“Mama, breathe,” he whispered.
I sucked in breath and it hitched so many times, the sound was as painful as the hitches actually were, my body bucking violently with each and Ty growled in my ear.
Then he snarled, “I’m gonna f**kin’ kill Julius.”
My body bucked again as my breath snagged audibly and I pressed closer.
Ty fell to the side and I was holding so tight, I went with him. Then I was on my back on the couch and I felt Ty’s long body stretch out beside mine, his heavy leg tangling with mine the instant I straightened them and when I felt his torso press deep to my side and partially over mine, I loosened my arms enough for him to pull back. Then I let my head fall to the couch and I looked at him through watery eyes.
Then my breath hitched and my body bucked again.
“Fuck,” he bit off, his hand coming to my face, pulling hair away, wet hair that was sticking to my wet cheeks. “Lexie, baby, you got played. I’m right here.”
I nodded. “I know.”
Hair gone from both sides of my face, his big, warm hand cupped the right side, his thumb moving over my cheek, sweeping through the wetness as his face got close and I looked into his eyes, still the most beautiful feature I’d seen on any face in my life.
“So,” he whispered, “get a handle on it.”
And I did.
Two handles actually. Both hands went right to his head and pulled it down to me.
Then I was kissing him.
Then he was kissing me.
Oh yes. That was better.
Then I was pulling off his tee. Then he was tugging off mine.
Then I was yanking at his belt. Then his h*ps knifed away but only so he could undo and haul off my jeans and my flip-flops went flying as he did. Then went my panties.
Then he rolled over me, I opened my legs, his h*ps slid between, his hand was working between us to finish the job I started while his mouth was working mine, his tongue inside, I was tasting him again, God, God, brilliant, beautiful.
Mine.
Then his h*ps moved back then surged forward and he was inside me.
My mouth tore from his as my neck arched.
God, God. Brilliant. Beautiful.
Mine.
He rode me fast, hard and I welcomed him, circling his h*ps with my legs, my hands hungry, roaming, my mouth hungrier, latched to his, drinking then I couldn’t drink anymore and our lips brushed close as our heavy breath mingled and there it was, there it always was, so close, so huge, then he rolled his h*ps and hit the spot and all four of my limbs clutched him to me as I cried out when I came.
It took Ty two minutes longer, one minute I was in no state to watch, the next one I did with avid, devoted concentration.
Through the door to the stairs and up them, I saw Julius was standing a few feet from the opening at the top of the stairs and my eyes narrowed on his back as I alighted the stairs and they did this because he was not hustling.
And I heard him say, “Later, you’ll get this was the only play I had to make.”
I hit the top of the stairs, took three steps in, my eyes unnarrowed and my body froze solid when my eyes hit Ty standing five feet in front of Julius.
Vaguely, I noticed he was frozen solid too; his eyes on me like my eyes were on him.
Well, maybe not the same because I was sure my eyes communicated total, complete, body-rocking, earth-shattering shock that he was standing, breathing, in one piece, wearing faded jeans, a skintight white tee, looking as gorgeous as always and very, very, very healthy.
Healthy.
Alive.
Standing.
Gorgeous.
In one piece.
Breathing.
Ty.
“And baby doll,” I heard Julius say but didn’t tear my eyes from Ty, “you give it time, beautiful, you’ll get it too that this was the only play I had to make.”
I watched, stunned, motionless, as Ty’s eyes sliced from me to Julius.
“What f**kin’ play?” his voice rumbled, so deep, so low, it reverberated against my chest.
Healthy.
Alive.
Standing.
Gorgeous.
In one piece.
Breathing.
Talking (or rumbling).
Ty.
“I told Lexie you got in a car wreck and were dyin’ and she needed to come home and say good-bye. She dropped everything, Walk, and here she is. I may be f**ked in the head but, to me, that f**kin’ says it all.” Pause while I continued to stare at my husband then, “Oh yeah, brother, I see you’re pissed but it was the only play you two gave me.”
I didn’t move, didn’t speak, just kept staring at Ty even after his angry eyes cut to me and changed from angry to something else altogether.
“Lexie?” he called but I didn’t move, didn’t speak, just kept staring. “Lex,” he said.
I stared at Ty and counted them down.
Eleven.
Eleven hours.
Eleven hours I thought the man standing in front of me, the man I loved was as good as dead and then… then… he just would be.
Dead.
But he wasn’t.
He started moving toward me and I came unstuck, backing up and he stopped and growled, “Julius, she’s headin’ toward the stairs.”
I stopped.
I stared.
Healthy.
Alive.
Standing.
Gorgeous.
In one piece.
Breathing.
Ty.
I crumbled to the floor at the same time I dissolved into tears.
“Fuck,” I heard Ty clip then I was up, strong arms around me and I heard as well as felt the rumble of the words, “Get outta my f**kin’ house.”
“Brother –”
“Now!”
That was barked.
Then I was going down, ass in his lap, his arms around me, I shoved my face in his neck, my arms went tight around his shoulders, so tight, holding on, I was never, not ever, not f**king ever going to let go and I sobbed into his skin.
His mouth at my ear, he whispered, “Baby, calm down.”
I didn’t calm down.
Eleven hours I lived with the knowledge of his loss.
It was too much.
I couldn’t calm down.
One of his arms got tight and the other hand stroked my back.
“Lexie, baby,” he murmured, lips still at my ear, “calm down.”
“Ee… ee… eleven hours,” I gulped into his neck.
“Come again?”
“Thought you were lost for eleven hours.”
His hand stopped stroking and both arms closed tight around me.
“The la… la… last thing I told you wa… was that we were a nightmare.”
“Mama, breathe,” he whispered.
I sucked in breath and it hitched so many times, the sound was as painful as the hitches actually were, my body bucking violently with each and Ty growled in my ear.
Then he snarled, “I’m gonna f**kin’ kill Julius.”
My body bucked again as my breath snagged audibly and I pressed closer.
Ty fell to the side and I was holding so tight, I went with him. Then I was on my back on the couch and I felt Ty’s long body stretch out beside mine, his heavy leg tangling with mine the instant I straightened them and when I felt his torso press deep to my side and partially over mine, I loosened my arms enough for him to pull back. Then I let my head fall to the couch and I looked at him through watery eyes.
Then my breath hitched and my body bucked again.
“Fuck,” he bit off, his hand coming to my face, pulling hair away, wet hair that was sticking to my wet cheeks. “Lexie, baby, you got played. I’m right here.”
I nodded. “I know.”
Hair gone from both sides of my face, his big, warm hand cupped the right side, his thumb moving over my cheek, sweeping through the wetness as his face got close and I looked into his eyes, still the most beautiful feature I’d seen on any face in my life.
“So,” he whispered, “get a handle on it.”
And I did.
Two handles actually. Both hands went right to his head and pulled it down to me.
Then I was kissing him.
Then he was kissing me.
Oh yes. That was better.
Then I was pulling off his tee. Then he was tugging off mine.
Then I was yanking at his belt. Then his h*ps knifed away but only so he could undo and haul off my jeans and my flip-flops went flying as he did. Then went my panties.
Then he rolled over me, I opened my legs, his h*ps slid between, his hand was working between us to finish the job I started while his mouth was working mine, his tongue inside, I was tasting him again, God, God, brilliant, beautiful.
Mine.
Then his h*ps moved back then surged forward and he was inside me.
My mouth tore from his as my neck arched.
God, God. Brilliant. Beautiful.
Mine.
He rode me fast, hard and I welcomed him, circling his h*ps with my legs, my hands hungry, roaming, my mouth hungrier, latched to his, drinking then I couldn’t drink anymore and our lips brushed close as our heavy breath mingled and there it was, there it always was, so close, so huge, then he rolled his h*ps and hit the spot and all four of my limbs clutched him to me as I cried out when I came.
It took Ty two minutes longer, one minute I was in no state to watch, the next one I did with avid, devoted concentration.
