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It took a lot, but I finally let go of his wrist. My shaking hands went to the front of his jeans, and with my thumb, I flicked the button through the little hole and dragged the zipper down. Like he had with me, I wasted no time and stuck my hand down the front of his boxers.

And I found treasure.

The best kind.

Smooth, burning hot, hard, freakingvelvetskin.

Yummy. I got a full body shiver as I wrapped my fingers around his cock. I gripped it tightly and moved up, stopping at the head and sliding back down. I was feeling happy, turned on in the extreme, and ready to play with him.

He didn't want me to play with him, I learned, when he yanked my hand out of his boxers and forced me to release him. I made an angry noise in protest and he sat up abruptly.

His hands went to my hips, and his fingers curled into the waistband of my skinny jeans and tucked under my panties. My body jerked in surprise and I let out a shocked gasp as he yanked both down my hips. My ass came up off the blanket as he jerked my pants down my thighs, down my legs. He cursed under his breath harshly when they got tangled up around my ankles.

He bent down and lifted one of my boot covered feet. Quickly, he unlaced my boot and pulled it off. He chucked it to the side and moved onto the other boot.

The blanket fell to the side and the cold, frigid air hit my sweaty skin. I wrapped my arms around my middle and called out softly, "Ty." The cold was starting to draw me out of my lusty haze I'd fallen into the moment he'd stuck his tongue in my mouth.

"One sec," he muttered.

It took longer than a sec to get off his own boots and pants, but I didn't freeze to death while I waited for him to come back to me. That was because he flicked the blanket back over me before he got down to undressing himself.

I snuggled into the blanket while I waited for him. He didn't make me wait long and he slipped back under the blanket with me.

I held my arms open as he climbed over me. His mouth came down on mine. This kiss was different from the last one, slower, far sweeter. That was not to say the others hadn't been sweet because they had, this was just different. I melted beneath him. His knee pressed between my legs and I didn't hesitate to spread them wide for him. His hands went to my thighs as his hips fell into mine and the space between my legs. I felt his hardness pressing against my wet folds.

I was ready for it. Boy, was I ready for it.

Come to mama.

His hands on the back of my thighs slid down to the backs of my knees. He pushed my legs up with my thighs pressed up tight to his sides. I wrapped my calves behind his back as my hands went to his shoulders. I held on tightly, as if my life depended on it.

Tyson shifted his hips slightly, and I sucked in a sharp breath as he slowly slipped inside.

He broke our kiss and shoved his face into my neck, groaning obscenely. "Fuck, Ariel, babe, you feel so fucking good."

My lips tipped up in the ghost of a smile.Babe.That was a new one. I liked it. Almost as much as I liked the feel of his cock moving inside me.

His head came up out of my neck and he looked down at me with burning eyes. One hand slipped around my hip and underneath me, then it traveled down. He cupped my ass cheek and his fingers dug in. His other hand came to my face. He cradled my cheek, just like he did my ass, and his thumb slowly traced across my scar. His mouth moved until we were sharing the same breath, but he didn't kiss me.

He held me there while his eyes burned into mine and he moved his hips, pulling back until just the tip remained only to thrust back inside me. I held him tight, wrapped up in me, and there wasn’t anywhere else in the whole world I'd rather be than here with him in this moment.

I got off in a big way and so did Tyson.

We fell asleep wrapped around each other, and in the morning we were forced to scramble around and put on clothing damp from the morning dew.

I didn't mind.

And I absolutely did not give a shit if a ghost had gotten a phantom hard-on while watching Tyson and I get down and dirty for the first time.

Worth it.

That was for damn sure.

Chapter Ten

Past Your Fucking Curfew

Facing the firing squad wasn't something I'd ever wanted on my to-do list when it came to the things I wanted to actually do before I even had a single cup of coffee to start out my day. Yet, here I was, doing exactly that.