Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Tyler’s hand fell to the small of my back and he escorted me to a small leather couch in the corner. Then the two of us sat down.
“How bad is it?” I asked.
I took his hands in mine. Seeing him this way ached my soul, and in that moment I would’ve done anything to take his pain away.
“I peeked in on her and Dad before I left, and it was bad. She was shaking so violently, and she was crying for a drink. Literally crying, Ana, begging my father just for one sip.”
“My gosh,” I whispered.
“In one day, it looks like she’s just wasted away—no pun intended. Her eyes are so yellow, you can’t even tell they’re brown anymore. Her skin looks like this sickly sort of—”
I put my hand up to wipe away his tears, and he nuzzled his cheek into the palm of my hand.
“I know it seems bleak right now, but everything’s going to be okay, Tyler. Your mother’s a strong woman. She raised you. She puts up with your hard-headed father. Once she gets through these withdrawals, she’s going to be better for it. You know that.”
“What if she doesn’t make it, Ana? What if this is it for her?”
“Don’t think like that. You can’t. She needs all the positive energy she can get right now.”
“My father told me so many things, so many instances when he tried to help her and she fought tooth and nail to keep drinking. Did you know my father enrolled her into rehab? Four times?”
“He what?” I asked.
“Yeah. It was a shock to me, too. He tried to pack up with me and leave twice, hoping it would shock some sense into her, but nothing worked. He said he caught her one time faking her sobriety and then drinking wine over the damn bathroom sink at night.”
“Oh Tyler, I’m so sorry,” I said breathlessly.
“Is it bad that part of me hopes this is the end for her?”
I furrowed my brow as Tyler raised his watery, red gaze to mine.
“Is it bad that I know she’s wrestling with some sort of demon and I feel like death might provide her some sort of peace? I mean, to be that determined to drink, there’s clearly a darkness someone’s fighting off. Maybe this is the only way for her to get the rest she needs.”
I wiped his tears away before I ran my fingers through his hair.
“I don’t have an answer for you on that one. The sentiment comes from a place of love, so that’s a good thing. And it makes sense. All we can do is take it one day at a time and see if they can find her a donor. Maybe once she gets through the withdrawals, she’ll be so far past the cravings that she won’t want to go back to drinking. Maybe this was the only way to get her sober.”
“I didn’t think about it like that. Thank you, Ana.”
“Anytime, Tyler. You know I’m here.”
His eyes connected with mine before they fell to my lips. I knew what was about to happen. I also knew I wouldn't fight it. He obviously needed a distraction, and I wanted to give him what he needed.
Truth be told, I enjoyed his touch a little too much to push him away.
His face fell to mine and electricity blinded my vision. His tongue pushed past my lips and dipped down the back of my throat, touching every part of me at once. If this was all I could give him, then I would freely give it. If this was the distraction he needed, then I would make it the best damn one he could have.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his lap, quickly sliding his hands underneath my shirt. He worked his way up to my bra and unsnapped it in a fluid motion as our lips swelled against one another’s.
“Oh, Ana,” he groaned.
His hands came around my body to cup my tits and stroke my nipples to painful peaks.
“Take whatever you want from me,” I whispered.
Then his hands found my ass. He cupped my thick cheeks and hoisted me up from the couch.
Tyler
I needed her. I needed her more than I needed air. More than food. More than water. More than life itself. And feeling her easily give in to me made my cock throb against my pants. We were in my office and it was unprofessional, but I didn't give a shit. It was a random Tuesday night in the middle of the week, and no one was going to walk into my damn office at seven o’clock at night.
But just to make sure, I held her against my body as I walked over and locked my office door.
Her ass felt like putty in the palms of my hands. I walked her over to my desk and sat her on the edge of it, devouring her lips with mine. I sucked on her lower lip, my hands finding the hem of her shirt. I ripped the clothing over her head and discarded her bra on the floor before dipping my mouth to her bosom. Fuck. Her nipples tasted so good. They were so hard against my tongue as I flicked and nibbled. Her head fell back and she sighed into my office, filling the cavernous space with her sounds.