“I know.” Tears well in my eyes.

“He needed to die.”

“Yeah.”

His face contorts into a broken snarl. “I can’t stand it.”

I don’t care who is watching, I wrap my arms around him and burrow my head into his chest.

“He wasn’t James. He hasn’t been for a long time. He wasn’t the brother you remember.”

He kisses my forehead. “Yeah.”

“Sin was broken. His head too messed up. He made those choices. That’s on him. Not you.”

Ty slides off the stool. “Bed.”

Relief floods me and as he staggers, I reach out to catch him. He nearly knocks me on my arse with his huge bulk. Then Nox and Daimon are there, taking a side of him. These men are his brothers. Not Sin. There was no loyalty there, no love. Sin hated him for things that were out of his control. Jealousy is a fickle bitch and it got him killed.

Day and Nox help him upstairs, mostly carrying him as they move.

I open the door and get out of the way as they dump him on the bed. He flops back, his unfocused gaze on the ceiling.

I walk the two guys back to the door.

“Thanks.”

“You need help getting him settled?” Day asks.

“Do you think he’d appreciate you tucking him in?”

Daimon grunts in amusement.

“I’ve got it from here,” I assure them.

“Sash,” Nox says my name quietly. “You’re okay, right?”

I nod, my smile thin. “Yeah.”

“Just know that fucker paid for what he did to you, but doing it fucked with Rav’s head. He’s going to need some time to wrap his mind around what he did.”

I give him a thin smile, feeling my heart shattering at his words. Ty did this for me and now he’s hurting. That cuts deep. “He’ll get through it.”

“Yeah, he will.” He raps his knuckles on the door frame and pushes back. “You need anything, you call.”

“Thanks.”

I shut the door and for a moment, I stare at the wood, trying to gather my thoughts. I have no idea what to say to Tyler to fix this. I don’t know if this can ever be fixed, which is why I didn’t want him to do it.

I move over to the bed and peer down at him. Then without a word, I start to unlace his left boot. I tug it off his foot and move to the right. Both boots off, I move to his belt and undo it. He doesn’t move, his eyes still focused on the ceiling as I manage to wrestle his jeans down past his hips.

Once he’s free of the denim, I move to his top half. “You’re going to have to help me here, Ty,” I mutter.

He doesn’t speak or move. With a sigh, I crawl onto the bed and lie down next to him. Then I wrap my arm around him, nuzzling up against his side.

“I know it doesn’t mean much right now, but thank you for what you did.”

He shifts beneath me and his hand moves to stroke over my hair. The tension in my chest starts to loosen.

I lean up and press my mouth to his, needing to show him without words how much. He stiffens at first, but then he relaxes into the kiss. I take the lead, swiping my tongue along the seam of his lips, begging for entry. He gives it to me and as soon as I’m inside, I caress his tongue.

His hand tangles in my hair, holding me in place as he takes my mouth like a starving man eating his last meal. My heart is racing, pounding so hard I’m sure he can feel it against him. I should be terrified of taking this step, but I’m not. This is Tyler, not Sin, and I want this. I want him.

He shoves my tee up to my armpits, taking a moment to appreciate my uncovered tits, glad I’m not wearing a bra, before the garment is dragged over my head. I lean forwards, putting my nipple in reach of his mouth and he leans up taking it. A shiver runs through me as his tongue swipes over the hard, little bud and I close my eyes, feeling the sensations running through my body.

He plays with both nipples, alternating between the two as he devours each nub in turn. Within minutes, I’m writhing on top of him, between my legs dampening with every passing swipe of his tongue. I pant, my breath ripping out of me. I never thought sex could feel good again, but being on top is giving me a sense of control, I need to do this.

“Pull down your joggers,” he orders.

My pussy throbs at his words and I do as he asks, shaking them off my ankles.

“Lose the underwear.”

His bossiness has my mouth drying out. I shimmy out of the clean boxers I borrowed from Ty after the shit with Sin. I couldn’t bring myself to wear anything that he touched, so Ty let me raid his drawers after I showered.

I toss the boxers on the floor behind me while he sits up and pulls off his kutte and tee, leaving him in just his underwear.

I sit back on his torso, my bare pussy against his stomach. His fingers move to my hips and he tugs me towards him. I move up his body as he directs me until I’m sitting over his face. Then his tongue dips out and goes between my folds. I gasp, my back arching as electricity flashes through my pussy. He doesn’t stop. His tongue goes to work, brushing back and forth over my sensitive clit. Clinging to the headboard, I try not to drop my weight onto him, even though my legs feel weak.

I can feel my orgasm building as he keeps eating my pussy, his fingers digging into my thighs to pull me closer. I’m barely able to breathe as sensations wash through me that I haven’t felt in three years, that I thought I’d never feel again. With Tyler, I feel safe. I feel in control.

I lose that control as stars flicker behind my eyes and my pussy pulses in time with my racing heart. I moan his name as he takes me over the edge and it takes everything I have not to collapse on top of him.

I take a moment to recover, then move to his boxers. Slowly, I slide them down his legs, releasing his hard cock. I want it inside me.

Ty grabs my wrist before my fingers can wrap around his length.

“You don’t have to.”

I peer at my man with my pussy juice shimmering on his beard. Heat pools in my belly at the look he’s giving me and my pussy throbs.

“I want to.”

His fingers release their hold and I wrap my own around his shaft, slowly pulling and twisting up and down it. He shifts, groaning a little at the movement, his legs widening as I move my hand. We keep our eyes locked on each other, electric energy bouncing between us. He’s my soulmate. We fit each other perfectly. He’s the only man I’ll ever want or need. With Ty, I feel safe, loved, whole. He doesn’t make me feel dirty or wrong. For the first time in years, the dirt covering me is being washed away.

When he’s hard, I sit myself so I’m hovering over his cock and meet his eyes. I see trust and love there. I hope the same thing is reflected in my eyes because I do love this man and I absolutely trust him.

He reaches into his bedside table and pulls out a condom. I take it from him, opening the wrapper before I slide it down the length of his shaft. I don’t miss the twitching of his thighs as I scrape my fingers over his sensitive length.

He peers up at me and I see the question in his eyes, which are no longer dull and unseeing, but bright and focused.

Do you want this?

In answer, I swipe the head of his engorged cock through my folds and then slowly lower myself onto the shaft. I hold my breath as his girth stretches my pussy and keep my eyes locked on him, reminding myself this is Tyler, not Sin, that I want this. It’s easier when he’s looking at me like I’m his reason for breathing right now. The connection we always had is there still, stronger, more vibrant than ever. We both survived hell and came out the other side.