Trouble Rising (New Adult Rock Star Romance): Tyler and Katie's Story #3 Read Online Free PDF Page A

grinding back against him, my heels digging into his shoulders, feeling his cock pulsing deep inside of me. I felt every hot pulse of his orgasm, and I was glad that he captured my mouth with his, drowning both our moans of pleasure in a hard, desperate, greedy kiss. We shuddered and clung to each other.
     
    Tyler grabbed my hips, letting my legs down so I could wrap them around his waist, and he carried me like that back to the bed. He didn’t slide out of me, though. He stayed in, putting me on the mattress, shoving me down with his hips as he moved on top of me.
     
    “I love you, Katie,” he whispered, still moving, his cock only half-hard. “God, I love you.”
     
    His words made me melt, brought instant tears to my eyes. I couldn’t imagine loving a man more than I loved this one. I felt sorry for other women, who didn’t have Tyler. And God knows, there were plenty who wanted him. But I was the one he wanted. I was the one he’d chosen.
     
    “I love you, too,” I whispered back, welcoming the weight of him, wanting it all. I felt completely taken by him this way, when he curled his body around me and let himself rut deep, as if he could push all of himself inside of me and stay there.
     
    His breath grew ragged in my ear, but his movements never increased. It was a slow, easy, delicious sort of fuck, perfectly timed and controlled. The bed springs didn’t make any noise at all, but I did, crying out when he made me come yet again, before he came again, too, whispering my name like the sweetest song in my ear.
     
    We laid there for a while, just like that, connected, feeling whole and content. We probably would have fallen back asleep eventually, but then my mother knocked on the door.
     
    “Katie?”
     
    “Just a minute, Mom!” I called, trying find the covers—but we were on them.
     
    “Just wondered if you two wanted to go out for breakfast?”
     
    I met Tyler’s eyes and shrugged, telling him silently that it was up to him.
     
    “Sure!” Tyler agreed. “Give us a minute to get ready.”
     
    We hadn’t gone anywhere out in public since we got here—I think both of us had agreed, without talking about it, that holing up would keep the rest of the world away. There was no paparazzi up here—but if we went out in public, someone could recognize Tyler—even in the Midwest, everyone knew Trouble—and before long, everyone would know where we were.
     
    “When she says breakfast, she means the local Greasy Spoon ,” I said as he climbed off me and reached for his boxers.
     
    “Nothing wrong with that,” he told me, yanking on his jeans. “I love Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives . Everyone needs a little greasy spoon in their lives.”
     
    “No, I mean literally—the local diner is called The Greasy Spoon .”
     
    He stopped in mid-button. “You’re kidding.”
     
    “Serious as a heart attack.” I grinned back at him. “Which is what you’ll have if you eat there.”
     
    “You know me. I love to live dangerously.” He laughed. “Besides, it will make your mom happy.”
     
    “Okay, let’s go eat junk food.” I relented. “But not too much. I need these talented hands functional, mister.”
     
    “Yes, ma’am.”
     
    * * * *
     
    “Rob and Sabrina’s babies are getting so big,” my mother remarked over bacon and eggs. “They sent me a Christmas card. Beautiful family.”
     
    “Yes, ma’am,” Tyler agreed, sopping up his eggs with toast. I was sure the eggs weren’t organic, and I didn’t even want to think about what was in the toast—and the fructose-filled jelly he’d slathered on it—but we were splurging.
     
    “Tyler, you can call me ‘Mom’,” she admonished, for like the millionth time that weekend.
     
    “Yes, ma’am,” he agreed, then realized what he’d said and quickly corrected himself. “Uhhh—Mom.”
     
    “Better.” She laughed. “So… when are you two going to have one?”
     
    I knew this subject was going to come up