Page 87 of Heartstring

“I never gave him a chance. I told him if he shared anything he saw or heard in the building, I’d sue his ass from here to Mars, and he’d never even get a job cleaning the restrooms at the same venue.”

Ty laughs. “That must have been scary for the kid.”

“He promised he would never betray anyone’s trust. I offered to pay his college tuition to make sure he didn’t do it once we were gone.”

“Did he keep his word?”

“Yeah. Kid was cool. As it turns out, he had a younger sister Kay’s age, and he felt sorry for Kay. He was just trying to help. Paying his college fee is more about me feeling bad about chewing his head off than the possibility he might say something.”

“You were trying to protect your baby, papa bear.”

I put the bottle in my coat pocket so I can wrap both my arms around Ty.

“I want to protect you.” I run my nose over his before sealing our mouths together.

“I’m a big boy, you know.”

“I know.”

He chuckles. “That’s not what I mean. Anyway, we can’t be under house arrest forever. If Daisy wants us to be out, we’ll go out tomorrow.”

I nod. “I still can’t believe you’re a songwriter. Tell me something you’ve written.”

He shakes his head. “I signed an NDA.”

“Fuck that. I’ll eat your ass until you fess up.”

He shakes his head again, but there’s something in his eyes that tells me he’s more than willing to test my powers of persuasion.

“Time to go back in,” I declare.

He laughs all the way to the bedroom. The laughs turn into moans when I close my tongue over his hole.

“Fuck, Mik…so good.”

“Tell me what I want to know.”

“No.”

I suck the puckered skin as my hand works his hard length beneath him.

He groans something I can’t decipher.

“What was that? You want more?” I ask.

“Yes…no!”

I add a finger and look for his sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Fuck…fuck…”

“You know what to do, baby. Just say the words.”

For all the teasing, I don’t really care if he tells me what he’s written. I respect his NDA and his wishes to keep that part of himself private. But I do love to see him losing control under my touch.

I add another finger until he’s pushing back and fucking my hand at the same time.

“I need to see you,” I say.