But I just looked at my brother, my tears making him blurry. “You already did hurt me,” I told him. “You broke my heart.”

And then I looked up to Tyler, his brows pinched together in concern.

“Take me home,” I begged.

TWENTY-SEVEN

EASTON

Tyler’s body shifted under me, and I opened my eyes to see him reaching over and switching on an iPod dock. The soft tune of Bush’s “Glycerine” drifted out of the speakers, and I closed my eyes, hearing the light rain tap against his bedroom windows as well.

“You put an iPod in here,” I said just above a whisper, nuzzling into the safe heat of his body.

His fingers grazed up and down my back as he kissed my forehead. “I’ve started taking time to enjoy the little things again,” he answered. “Rediscover my youth…”

My body shook with a little laugh. It was all I could manage, I was so tired. Mentally and physically.

“Yeah,” I joked. “I think I was two when this song came out.”

He snorted. “Well, listen and learn,” he shot back. “This comes from the last time music was good.”

“Mmmm,” I moaned, sliding my leg over his hip and laying my body on top of his.

I soaked up the sensation of his naked chest against my bare breasts, both of us completely unclothed under the sheets.

“Are you okay?” he asked gently, rubbing his hands up and down my side.

“Don’t ask me that,” I told him, lying on his chest with my eyes closed. “Ever.”

“Okay,” he replied quietly. “How do you feel?”

I laughed, loving how he’d gotten around that one.

I was sick of being worried about, coddled, and spending my time on things that didn’t bring me happiness.

Tyler was my happiness, and at that moment I was exactly where I wanted to be and doing exactly what I wanted to do.

“Safe,” I replied.

After we’d gotten home last night – and left my brother alone inside the school – we’d taken Christian to dinner at La Crepe Nanou. After I’d cried in Tyler’s car, argued with him about just staying at home for the night, and then dried my eyes. I wasn’t letting anything else get in our way. We’d promised Christian dinner out, and we weren’t disappointing him.

I was heartbroken over my brother’s betrayal, and I had no idea what we were going to do, how I would ever feel safe around him again, but I was done spending time holding myself back from life.

After dinner I’d dived into Tyler’s shower, neither of us caring that Christian probably knew I was spending the night. It wouldn’t be a habit, and we would be discreet, but Tyler wouldn’t let me go home after the episode, and Christian seemed thrilled to have me around anyway.

“I don’t want Jack around you,” Tyler insisted, taking my ass in both hands.

“Neither do I,” I assured him. “Not right now anyway.”

“Easton,” he warned, not liking the sound of that.

I opened my heavy lids and pushed myself up, my dark hair tickling my breasts.

“He wouldn’t have hurt me,” I said, staring down at him and running my hands up his chest.

“You don’t know that,” he pointed out. “He needs help.”

“I know.” I nodded. “I won’t agree to even the possibility of being in touch with him unless he gets some help first.”

I looked down at Tyler, ready to cry because I loved him so much. I touched him everywhere, my hands running over his chest and down his arms and then coming up to graze his face with my fingertips.

I rolled my hips, feeling him grow hard under me.

“Can you take me to my apartment in the morning?” I asked. “I need to take care of something.”

He kneaded my hips and ass, his breathing growing labored. “Of course,” he answered. “But I want you to stay here for a while.”

I shook my head, giving him a gentle “no.”

“Easton,” he bit out, looking at me with less patience.

I fell forward, planting my hands on both sides of his head. “Yes, Mr. Marek,” I sang out.

I heard his sigh.

“It’s not that I don’t want to be here,” I rushed out, “but it’s my apartment, and I’ll come and go as I like.”

“Then I want Patrick taking you to and from —”

But I got in his face and scowled at him as he tried to tell me what to do.

“All right,” he bit out. “You’re right. It just doesn’t make it any easier.”

I grabbed his lips, nibbling and kissing softly.

“Really?” I cooed. “Could you say that again?”

He chuckled. “Say what?”

“The part about me being right,” I shot back.

“I didn’t say that,” he growled into my mouth as I began grinding on him.

I moaned, feeling his tongue flick my upper lip and then catch my bottom lip between his teeth.

“I love you, Mr. Marek,” I teased, closing my eyes and kissing him back.

The wet heat of his mouth as I plunged my tongue inside sent me reeling, and I ground myself against him faster.

He whipped off the sheet and reached between us, grabbing his cock.

“Do you feel safe?” he asked me again. “I just need to make sure you’re okay.”

I arched my neck back and lifted up, positioning his cock at my entrance and slowly sitting back down, sliding him inside of me.