Page 60 of Severed Heart

Though I’m positiveshe’snothing I should want. If she, for one second, entertained a small amount of the attraction I have brewing for her, she might one—toy with me, two—outright reject me. Either way, fucking with my head and heart in a way I know I won’t be easily resilient to. Even so, I’m quickly finding all parts of me wanting all parts of her—especially the broken ones.

But my psyche—who’s currently tossing out red flags—doesn’t give a damn about any of these forming opinions or observations. My cock doesn’t either. This is only confirmed a second later when my mind goes blank because I’m hard.

Rock fucking hard.

Chapter Nineteen

TYLER

“SHHH,” I WHISPER, flattening my palms on the back of my bedroom door as I thrust into Kayley’s wet mouth, where she kneels beneath me.

Keeping one hand firmly planted on the door—though it’s locked—I cup her cheek, running my thumb from the excess length she can’t fit into her mouth to her stretched top lip, reveling in the obscene sight of it. Trying to ease more of it in, I earn the narrow of light blue eyes when I gag her.

Hiding my grin, I scrape my lower lip with my teeth before licking its length, an unspoken promise of a pleasurable payback.

“Relax your throat, baby, just a little more,” I coax, drinking in the sight of her on her knees, shirt open, bra unclasped, her nipples peaked as she does my bidding. A girl not so easily swayed to please but doing her best for me, which only turns me on more.

Slowing my hips, I savor the last of the rush as everything starts to draw tight, and I manage to inch in a bit further. It’s the stretch that always unravels me, tipping me over.

“Fuck beautiful, the view you’re giving me,” I grit out, picking up my pace as she deep-throats me. I’m seconds from coming when a sharp knock sounds on the other side of my bedroom door.

Kayley freezes, eyes bulging as I cup the back of her head to keep her there, refusing her withdrawal as Mom speaks up.

“Tyler, dinner will be ready in an hour ... Kayley staying?”

Turning my head, I pitch my voice toward the other side of my room. “No, Kayley has to get home soon.”

A pause on the other side of the door has me looking back down at Kayley. Encouraging her to stay put, I stroke her chin as she glares at me with watering eyes. At the sight of them, I thrust in further, sending tears streaming down her cheeks. Satisfaction fills me at the sight of the running mascara.

You’re a fucking asshole, Jennings.

The silence stretches a little too long before Mom finally stalks off. Once in the clear, Kayley starts to pull away, and I fist her hair to stop her while uttering my warning.

“I’m going to come, with or without your help, and if I come alone, you do too. But if you’re good to me”—I pump my hips a little—“I’m going to be really fucking good to you,” I promise.

Shortly after delivering on said promise, I walk Kayley to my front door, kissing her chastely without any guarantee of a call. One she’s never required, and I don’t intend on making. She flashes me a bold grin that I share before I close the door. Only partially satiated, I’m halfway back to my room when a sharp order is emitted from the kitchen.

“In here, Son.Now.”

I walk in to see Mom rolling out pie crust, for what I know is homemade chicken pot pie—my favorite. She eyes me warily as I take the stool on the opposite side of the counter.

“Don’t you ever fucking do that again when I’m in the house,” she barks, “it’s a disgusting lack of disrespect.”

“Don’t I know it,” I sigh.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It won’t happen again. We done?”

“No, we’re not done,” she says with a heavy exhale. “Next time, be a normal teenage kid and at least try to hide it, or”—her eyes drill mine—“tell me, Son, was that some blatant F U to me?”

“No, Mom, it had nothing to do with you,” and everything to do with another—you can’t have her—needed reality check.

She scrutinizes me. “How old is that girl?”

“My age,” I lie, for Kayley’s sake, and she’s not local, which is one of the main reasons I continue to hook up with her.

“Are you using—”