Tyed to You by Jordyn McKenzie Read Free Book Online Page A

night to you douche bags.”
    “Hey!” Laurel protested.
    “You’re not a douche bag, sis, I’m talking to those two. You know I love you.”
    “Aww, I love you too, little brother. I’m happy for you, the both of you.” Laurel hugged him and went to kiss him on the cheek, close to his mouth, but Ty ducked away.
    “Um…you, uh, probably don’t want to kiss me on my face right now,” he said quietly.
    “What? Oh. Oh! Hahaha!” Laurel crowed, pushing away from her brother as Saul and Freddie catcalled.
    Jasmine felt her face flame.
    “That’s gross and awesome all at once. Now off with you two!” She made a shooing motion with her hands.
    “We’re taking the studio over the shop, so please feel free to leave us the fuck alone for the next eight to ten hours,” Ty addressed his friends. “Peace!” And with that, he scooped Jasmine up in his arms and hauled her upstairs.
    “Whoa! Don’t hurt yourself!” Jasmine fretted as he carried her over the top step.
    “Oh please, I bench one-eighty, you’re not exactly causing me to strain here,” Ty bragged dismissively. “Your stuff’s in here, right?” He carried her into the guest room and set her on her feet.
    “Yes. I hadn’t really unpacked yet so it’s all in the one bag here.” She picked up her bag, which he immediately took from her and looped the strap messenger-style, across his chest and over his shoulder.
    “Mmm, come here,” he said, pulling her near again for another kiss. She soon found herself pressed against the wall, her fingers laced behind his head, returning his kiss enthusiastically. He slid his hands down her waist, cupping beneath her ass to lift her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips, bringing his firming arousal in direct contact with her heat.
    She broke away from his kiss. “Not here. Studio.”
    Their mouths practically fused together, Tyson carried her towards the back door. Laurel, who was in the kitchen grabbing more beer for the next round of beer pong, chuckled and opened the door for them. “Have fun,” she sang to their retreating figures. Jasmine gave her a single thumbs-up behind Ty’s head.
    He made it up the exterior steps to the shop then placed Jasmine on her feet so he could retrieve the key for the studio from underneath the decorative flower pot on the stoop to unlock the door. Ty turned on the light switch as they walked into the room that she and Laurel had usually stayed in when they’d come out for visits while they had been in college. It was a nifty little studio apartment with a pull-out sofa bed, flat screen TV mounted on the wall, a fully functional kitchen with a semi-stocked wine rack and a small bathroom with a shower stall.
    “I think I’ll take a shower,” Jasmine announced, walking in that direction.
    “Want company?” Ty asked as he followed her and placed her bag on the floor.
    “Sure, just give me a minute first. I need to pee.” She gave him a shy smile and gave him a playful shove to push him back out into the main room.
    “Fine, I’ll just get us set up out here while I wait.” As Jasmine used the toilet, she heard Ty rustling things about, and the sound of the sofa bed being folded out and readied. She soon had the shower water running and the tiny room filled with steam. She quickly shed her dress and bikini bottoms, opened the door slightly in invitation to Tyson then stepped into the shower.
    Moments later she watched, through the glass shower door, as Ty entered the bathroom. He’d already removed his board shorts.
    Ty slid open the door and just gazed at Jasmine for a minute. Her head was tipped back under the spray, a stream of suds running down her body, and she could feel her nipples harden both due to the chill and the thrill of being the object of his lustful gaze. He was watching as though he wanted to memorise every freckle, every scar—well, he would probably get a good start at that tonight.
    “Are you going to just stand there staring at me or are