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I smile as I reach under the nightgown and unbutton my jeans, dropping them to the floor as I kick off
my shoes and finally peel off my socks. Ty is smiling now, too, and I know that I'm going to have to be
careful with him. He might be a bad boy, but even bad boys can be broken.
You know what? I tell him as I move forward and curl my fingers in his shirt. There's something I
always fantasized about as a teenager. Want to make a dirty girl's dreams come true? I pull Ty's shirt up
and over his head, barely making it past his arms before he's pulling me to him, grabbing me by the back
of the neck and kissing my mouth hot and hungry. I can already feel his erection through his jeans, hard and
desperate for me. I hope we can make it outside.
This better be good, Ty growls. Because I've been looking at you for days but not touching. That
wasn't easy. He pauses, and I think we both remember the scene on the bus. Well, okay, maybe that isn't
completely true, but it sure as fuck feels like it. I don't remind him of the weeks we spent together
without touching or the fact that we're both still sex addicts, I just grab him by the hand and drag him
down the stairs. From memory, I know that the third step from the bottom is a creaky one and warn Ty. He
raises his eyebrows at this. So you've always been a bad girl? he asks, but he smiles when he says it
and we make it outside without getting caught by any of my estranged family members.
I pause when my feet hit the dirt and spin around to face Ty, running my hands down his perfect chest. I
haven't had a chance to explore it to my liking, so I'm going to trace every muscle a hundred times over
until I've memorized the rise and fall of his abs. It will give me something special to hold in my heart,
something that separates him even further from the rest of the boys I've slept with. I will learn all of Ty's
nooks and crannies, imperfections, desires.
Take off your shoes, I tell him, and he raises his dark brows at me. He doesn't know the power the
earth holds here, the way it can ground you like nothing else. The Northwest is beautiful, but it doesn't
hold the same quality, the same goodness-gracious-I-am-so-fucking-home feeling. Ty doesn't argue
because he gets it, like always. He sits down on the porch steps and pulls off his boots. He isn't wearing
any socks underneath. I smile. I hope that means you're not wearing any underwear either? I ask as he
stands up and puts a cigarette between his lips. Ty grins, nice and wicked, his expression sharp enough to
cut.
Well, he says as he steps forward and wraps his arms around me, sliding them down the satin
nightgown until he's cupping my bare ass. Guess I could ask you the same question. I try to speak, to say
something cheeky like, But you already know the answer, except I can't. My skin is tingling at Ty's touch;
his hands are making my blood sing, and I just can't force the words past my lips. You know, he tells me
as he breathes against my ear and makes me shiver. I could throw you down right here and fuck you.
What do you say? I swallow and don't say any of the things I'm thinking. Brilliant. Yes. God, please do.
Come with me, I choke out as I search Ty's face, try to peel back some layers and see what's lying
underneath. Never before have I descended into the mind of someone who's as dark, if not darker, than I
am, and it's fascinating. Or at least I think it is. Ty knows what I'm doing, and he doesn't let me dig very
deep, not yet.
Okay, he says finally. I grab his hand and pull him around the barn that we've never used, take him
past the rusted cars that used to belong to my father and around the back where long, golden grasses
stretch as far as the eye can see, punctuated by the dark shadow of a single house. Otherwise, it's just us.
Just me and Ty alone with the whispering wind and our pasts that are now so tangled together that I don't
know if they can be separated without killing one or both of us.
Tell me, I say to him as he flicks the lighter and his eyes dance with flames. Are we going back to
SOG? Ty shrugs and lets his head fall back. His eyes flicker closed and he inhales deeply. His throat is
smooth and perfect with just the slightest hint of an Adam's apple, muscular with the briefest glimmer of
butterfly wings. They trail down his shoulders and arm, fade into the birds that line his back.
Depends, he tells me as he drops his chin and hands the cigarette to me.
On? I ask as I take it and slide it between my moist lips. Ty steps towards me and puts his hands on
either side of my face.
On you, he whispers against my lips. All I need is you. You're my cure.
Ty, I say as I try to step back, but he doesn't let me. He runs his hands down my arms, touching me so
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