Tyed to You (14 page)

“Such a vixen, aren’t you?” Ty grabbed her hips, slammed into her, making them both cry out in pleasure. His pace quickened as he drove into her. “You feel… God…I’m not gonna last much longer…”

Jasmine could tell by the way her inner walls were already tightening around him, she wasn’t going to take long either. Her fingers gripped the sheets as she rocked back into him to meet each thrust. “Fuck yes, Ty… Oh God, yes…fuck! Harder!” she urged in a loud whisper.

Her efforts to keep quiet were for naught. Upon hearing her words, Ty obeyed her commands, propping his foot up on the bed for better leverage to fuck her harder, deeper, loudly rocking the headboard of the bed under the strain of his wild thrusts. With a rush of fluid, Jasmine came again with force, stuffing her face in a pillow to stifle her scream of release. Tyson swiftly followed her with his own climax, teeth clenched yet unable to fully muffle his guttural moan.

He rocked into her a couple more times before pulling out and collapsing beside Jasmine, while she simply dropped to the mattress to lie on her stomach. Both were still panting to catch their breath when she heard footsteps approaching their bedroom door.

“Whoops, I think we were too loud,” Jasmine whispered just as there was a tap at the door.

Ty pulled the blanket over them both to cover their nakedness before answering, “Come in.”

The door opened to reveal a groggy, weary Hank. “I’ve been sent by the great gestating one to deliver a message,” he began, wincing as he was interrupted by a sleep-raspy shout from Laurel.

“I heard that, you dick.”

He indicated with his head in the direction of their room at the end of the hall before he continued, “The message is as follows—‘While we’re happy for you two and your impending nuptials, if you two insensitive fucks do that again during our vacation we are kicking you out to a hotel. PS—Jasmine, welcome to the family, love you, now keep it the fuck down’.”

Jasmine chuckled. “Got it. Please apologise to the gorgeous, gestating goddess on our behalf. I promise we’ll keep it down.”

Hank nodded and began to close their door before Jasmine stopped him again. “Oh, and Hank? She’s lucky to have you.”

Hank gave Jasmine a tired, but content, smile. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he replied, and shut the door.

Ty quietly laughed and snuggled Jasmine closer to him. “I can’t wait until you’re all cranky and pregnant so I can be as pussy-whipped as he is.”

Jasmine kissed him on the end of his nose. “You silly man. I don’t need to be pregnant for that—you’ve been pussy-whipped by me since you were seventeen.”

He sighed, then met her lips for a tender goodnight kiss. “It’s true. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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The Dare

Jordyn McKenzie

Excerpt

Chapter One

I sat staring into the fading orange-to-blue flames as they glowed from the remnants of a massive campfire. It was the final evening of what had been one of the most fun weekends I’d ever had with my closest circle of friends. Having just graduated from college, we were all heading into that dreadfully long phase of life called adulthood. I myself was the proud owner of a bachelor’s degree in science and was preparing to start my first job in a medical laboratory in three weeks.

Planned as a celebration, a last hurrah before we all officially became grown-ups, the weekend had been spent hiking the trails and swimming the lake, with the guys unsuccessfully daring us girls to skinny-dip. We’d played and argued over various board and card games on the ageing picnic tables provided by the campground, and concluded each day in drunken revelry round the campfire. Feeling tired but oddly content, I allowed myself to become lost in my thoughts, surrounded by some of the people I cared for most in this world, while they exchanged stories of what would soon be known as ‘the good old days’. I was looking forward to seeing what the future held for us, what the future held for me. Well, for the most part anyway. One particular aspect of my future wasn’t looking so good, and I’d spent the better part of the weekend trying to convince myself that the time had come to make a very difficult decision.

“Where’s the chocolate at? I need another s’more!” Mark’s sudden and loud announcement jarred me from my deep thoughts. He stood up and walked over to the picnic table, knocking over unoccupied fold-up camp chairs and spilling beers in the process. I couldn’t help but laugh at the wake of destruction my Hulkish friend had left in his quest for more chocolate.

“Dude! Watch where you’re going!” Damien protested, jumping to his feet after his leg was soaked with beer. “These were the only dry jeans I had left here. Damn!”

“Not anymore.” I smirked at him, and he replied with a middle finger. I waved my metal hot dog roaster at Mark. “Hey, Mac-daddy, will you hook me up with a couple more marshmallows?”

He grinned at my years-old nickname for him and brought over the bag, plopping down in the chair next to me. “Anything for you, Sexy Lexi.”

“You two are twenty-two years old, how much longer are you going to call each other those dumb fucking names?” groaned Natalie, Mark’s girlfriend. Scowling, she stretched her long legs to bring her feet closer to the fire. Though she and Mark were very much an item now and had been for nearly two years, she hated the fact that for four months in eighth grade, Mark and I had been together. We’d broken up, become the best of friends, and, to her chagrin, the pet names Mark and I had called each other through our short-lived romantic relationship had stuck throughout our mostly platonic one.

“I’m cold, Mark,” she whined. “Why don’t we go back to our tent and you can warm me up?” She looked across the fire at him, running the tip of her tongue along her upper lip seductively.

Mark shoved the entire freshly made s’more into his mouth. “Hot! Ow, fuck! Hoo, that’s hot. Yeah, babe, let’s go.” Crumbs and chunks flew as he spoke through a mouthful of graham crackery-chocolate-marshmallow goo.

“Ugh, attractive,” Natalie muttered. “Good night, you guys.”

“Night. Keep it down, huh? The walls here are thin,” Damien joked. He tipped his head towards the tent Tasha and I were sharing, where she and Corey had finally fallen blessedly silent. Tasha had drunk half a bottle of Sour Apple Pucker and had become horny as hell, and when she’d decided she was ready for bed, Corey hadn’t hesitated to accept her invitation to join her. It turned out that Tasha was quite the screamer but, of course, being her roommate, I already knew this. Here in the mostly silent forest, however, through the paper-thin walls of their tent, it had made for a whole new listening experience, and not necessarily a good one.

Mark grinned again. “We’ll try to keep it down, but I’m not making any promises.” The two love birds disappeared into their tent, leaving Damien and I alone to sit companionably by the fire.

With all of us having been friends since high school or earlier, we’d been through so much together over the years. Tasha, Mark, Corey and I had known each other since the fifth grade, becoming close friends during middle school. Damien and Natalie, brother and sister, had moved to town in our junior year of high school and had somehow fallen in sync with our group. Corey and Natalie had hit it off and dated until halfway through senior year, while Damien had spent a lot of time skipping school and smoking weed with his stoner buddy, Parker, at either of their parents’ homes. I might have been there with them a time or three. Amazingly, when we all took the SAT, Damien’s scores had been through the roof and, thanks to the college funds left to him and Natalie by their grandparents, he had been able to join us when we had gone off to college.

Natalie and Mark had eventually hooked up and, with college over and real life looming, were now looking at getting an apartment together. Tasha and Corey were finally making a move on their connection that had for years been obvious to everyone but them. Damien and I were the odd ones out, and had become pretty tight over the course of our college years as a result. We’d even double-dated occasionally; me with Jarrod, who I’d been seeing for a little over a year, and Damien with whomever he was dating that particular week. I’d often kidded with him about his inability to retain a girlfriend for longer than a three-week stretch, but he’d just flash me those pearly whites and say ‘the ones worth keepin’ seem to be spoken for; I gotta make do with what’s available’. Lately, though, I’d begun to envy his freedom.

Jarrod had opted not to come on this camping trip. He got along okay with my friends, but had never made a real attempt to get to know them. His attitude towards them, and me, had worsened lately, so I was more than fine with his decision not to come. I could relax and have fun with my friends without having to worry about whether or not Jarrod was having a good time, something I seemed to spend more and more of my time doing these days.

“Hey, are you gonna eat those or are you just giving an offering to the campfire gods?”

Damien’s voice brought me back to the present just in time to see my swollen, burnt marshmallows burst into flames. I pulled the roasting stick out of the fire and blew them out, then gingerly peeled the charred layer off one and popped it into my mouth. “Mmm.” It was just right.

“That’s disgusting. How can you eat charcoal like that?”

“Because it is sticky, delicious charcoal, and that’s how I like it,” I replied as I slid the blackened skin off the other marshmallow. I shoved it in my mouth and then put the roasting stick back in the fire to burn the gooey lumps again.

Damien shook his head as he reached into his knapsack beside his feet and hauled out a bottle. “Want some?” He held the bottle out to me.

“Mmm, marshmallow and JD, my favourite camping treats. Give me a second, I wanna eat these first.”

He nodded, unscrewed the cap, and took a swig straight from the bottle while I carefully slid each of my re-roasted marshmallows off the stake and put them in my mouth.

“Mmm, so good,” I moaned with my mouth full, and then began licking the sticky goo from my fingers. I noticed it had suddenly become quiet and I looked up to see Damien staring at me with an odd look on his face. “What?” I asked self-consciously, my thumb still resting against my lower lip.

He shook his head once. “Nothin’. You still want some?” He held out the bottle again.

“Mm-hmm,” I said and took the bottle. I knocked back a hearty swig of my own, fighting the ‘whisky grimace’. “Wow, that’ll warm me up,” I rasped as I handed back the bottle. “Hell, I’m still feeling pretty good from Natalie’s Buttershots.”

“I don’t know how you girls drink that shit; Pucker, Buttershots, it’s like drinking goddamn syrup,” Damien muttered, taking another swig from his bottle.

My phone suddenly buzzed. I pulled it out of my sweatshirt pocket to see it was a text from Jarrod.
Try not to be hungover when you come home tomorrow. Dinner with my family.

Ugh. I was even less of a fan of Jarrod’s family than he was of my friends. I knew in my heart that I couldn’t marry into that brood of pretentious assholes; it was only one more reason I’d decided it was time to end things with him. No matter what I said or did, I was never going to be good enough for their precious Jarrod, though he was far from being as perfect as they seemed to think he was. It looked as though we were going to have that talk sooner rather than later, because I certainly had no intention of sitting through one more meal with any of them.

“How do you even have a signal out here anyway?” Damien asked.

I shrugged. “I’m gonna pretend I don’t have one, though.”

“Is it Jarrod?”

I nodded.

“And you’re ignoring him because…?”

“Because I am probably breaking up with him when we get back,” I finished. “Now that college is over, he wants to take that ‘next step’—move in together. He’s mentioned marriage, and…” I trailed off, not sure how to word it.

“And you don’t want that with him,” he finished for me.

“Pretty much.” I sighed and reached for the bottle. Damien handed it back and I took a sizeable swallow.

“Easy, girl! I don’t want you puking all over my tent tonight.” Damien chuckled. Since Corey was now occupying my tent with Tasha, who had been courteous enough to deposit my duffle bag outside its door before the two of them had got busy, I was going to take Corey’s place in Damien and Parker’s tent.

Parker had decided at the last minute to come along for this trip. He hadn’t come to college with us, instead opting for vocational school and getting hired by a construction business to do drywall. Ruggedly handsome in a stoner surfer kind of way, he was actually a pretty cool guy to hang out with, though he was a bit of a shameless flirt at times with his ability to turn just about anything into a sexual innuendo. He also had been zonked out in the tent since eight o’clock after he’d polished off nearly half a tray of the ‘special’ brownies Damien had made for the trip.

“I can’t say I’m surprised. About you and Jarrod,” he clarified. “You haven’t been happy with him for a while. I wondered how much longer you were going to put up with his bullshit. He’s kind of a dick.” Damien certainly was not Jarrod’s biggest fan, but he tolerated him for me.

“Kind of?” I asked sarcastically, taking another, smaller sip from Damien’s bottle before I continued. “He didn’t use to be. I don’t know what his fucking deal has been lately; I just know I’m over it. You’re right, though, I’ve let it go on too long.”

We sat quietly for a couple more minutes before Damien spoke again. “A lot of stuff is changing now that we’re done with school, huh?” Something about the tone of his voice made me look at him, though he was watching the glowing, dwindling embers of the campfire.

“Yeah, I guess it is.” The night was cooling and my body shivered despite the booze and our proximity to the fire. It didn’t escape Damien’s attention.