Ty hands me a beer, and I smile in gratitude. I’m telling him about my classes and my ass of a
professor when I see Logan emerge from the house. We all noticed him stomp off away from my
mom. I felt bad for her. The way she was watching him, like the love of her life was walking away
forever. It also made me feel a thousand percent more guilty, because if she knew that her
daughter fucked her ex - husband... twice... forget disowning, she’d straight up kill me. When
Logan sits down, I don’t miss how he intentionall y sits beside my mom, so close their legs touch.
She looks up at him, newfound hope in her eyes, and surprisingly, he smiles down at her. It’s not
a wide, breathtaking smile, but those rarely cross his face. Something inside me, no matter how
small it is, squirms at that. Something just... doesn’t like his attention on her, his focus. Which is
so fucking stupid because it should be on her. That’s why he was invited, why he showed
up... right? My mom nuzzles into Logan’s side, and the two begin talking intimately. Forcing my
eyes off them, I try to focus on Ty or my Aunt Marissa. Whoever is talking that isn’t my mother
or Logan. The twins end up heading inside to watch a movie, and Marissa and Tom follow suit.
Me? I’m still sneaking glances at Logan and my mom, waiting for the inevitable kiss to come and
waiting with bated breath to see if it will upset me, even though I have no right for it to. It’s a
special kind of torture that I’m truly hating every second of. A shoulder bumps into me, breaking
my stare as Ty smiles down at me. “You good?”
I do my best to muster up a smile of my own as I nod. “Yeah, I’m great.” He looks at me like he
doesn’t believe me when his eyes catch on the old treehouse. It’s been there ever since we
started coming here. It looks to be in decent shape, which is surpris ing. I used to play with the
twins up there all the time when they were little. Sometimes, Ty would come up and join in too.
“What do you say we have a campout for old time’s sake?” I lift a brow at him. “Are you just
looking for a place to sle ep because t here are no free beds?” He grins, tucking a piece of hair
behind my face as he cups my jaw. The way his fingers dance over my skin sends goosebumps
running down my back as he grins. “You and I both know your bed is open, you already offered,”
he taunts. I wave him off with a laugh. “I was joking.” “I wasn’t,” he says almost immediately,
causing my stomach to dip. Before I can respond, he continues. “You grab the blankets. I’ll grab
anything else we might need. Meet back in five?” I pretend to think it over before I grin at him.
Ty shoots me a quick wink as we both head back to the house. I go into my room and scrounge
up a few blankets and pillows. Gathering them up into my arms, I make my way back outside
towards the treehouse. I do my best not to make eye contact with Logan or my mom, but before
I can fully pass them, my mom calls out to me. “Where are you going?” Turning, I face them. My
mom is currently perched in Logan’s lap, her arm around his neck as his hand rests on her hip.
My stomach turns as I loo k at them, but I do a good job of ke eping my face neutral. “Ty and I are
going to do a campout in the treehouse.” She wrinkles her nose up like that idea couldn’t be any
less appealing. “You’re gonna sle ep outside? Willingly?” “Yeah,” I say tightly. She sh rugs her
shoulders. “Just make sure he doesn’t knock you up.” My mouth parts in shock at the same time
Logan’s face scrunches up. She laughs, waving me off. Oh, I guess she thought that was a joke. I
feel
his de ep brown eyes move to mine, but I strategically look away just before they can meet.
“Have a good night,” I call out over my shoulder as I continue heading to the treehouse. “You
too,” my mom says. Climbing up the ladder with all the blankets and pil lows proves to be a little
more challenging than I anticipated, but soon, I’m inside the old wooden box, a comforter
taking up almost the entire floor and pillows and two extra blankets scattered around. Ty pops
his head up through the entry hole in the ne xt minute, grinning when he looks around. “It looks
awesome!” “How can you even tell? I can hardly see my hand in front of my face.” I laugh. He
lifts up a battery powered lantern that illuminates the entire treehouse. After that, he lifts up a
six pack of beer and a bag of snacks he seems to have raided from the cabinets before hoisting
himself up, closing the hatch behind him. “Hi,” he smiles. I laugh. “Hi, looks like you brought
everything but the kitchen sink.” He begins unpacking chips, cook ies, and an endless amount of
junk food. The last thing he pulls out is a pack of Uno. I laugh as he begins dealing the cards, and
wordlessly, the game begins. We play for a little while before I serve him with a draw four and a
color I know he can’t have because I swear to god, I’m holding all of them in my hand. He pulls
card after card, quickly adding to his stack as he speaks. “So, what’s going on with you and my
brother?” My easy smile drops in an instant as Ty looks up from under his lashes at me. “Wh at
do you mean?” I ask carefully, unsure of what he knows. He cocks his head to the side but
doesn’t say anything. I swallow roughly, hoping he will drop it. Some piece of me wants to get it
off my chest, though. I want to tell someone, vent, spiral. I don ’t know, but before I can properly
think this through, I’m word vomiting. “We hooked up, twice. I went to a sex club for my friend’s
birthday, and it’s masked, so no one knows anyone’s identity. We went into a room
together, not knowing who we were, and had sex. Then he invited me back, and we fucked
again, and that’s when I figured out that I had just fucked my ex - st epdad, and I’ve been low - key
freaking out about it, and I don’t know what the fuck to do.” My erratic rambling comes to a
quick pause as I glance at him, trying to gauge his reaction. His eyebrows are practically in his
hairline, his mouth slightly parted, and eyes round with surprise. Maybe he didn’t expect me to
give him that much information. Or maybe he’s just shocked and disgusted about the act itself.
“Where did you two leave things?” he asks carefully. I frown at his question. “What do you
mean?” “I mean, are you two, like, together now or — ” “ No! God, no. It was a mistake. A really
weird, fucked up mistake. ” “ Then why did he come on this family trip that he hasn ’ t attended
since he and your mom split three years ago? ” he challenges. I throw my hands out at my side
in disbelief. “ I don ’ t know. When I found out it was him, I walked away. I never expected to see
him again. Then he just... showed up here. He agrees that it was a mistake, and we are both
trying to forget it ever happened, but things are just... awkward now, I guess.” Ty cocks his head
curiously at me. “So, you’re not into him?” Though the answer feels so much bigger than that, I
ke ep it simple. “No, why?” He scratches the back of his jaw, a small smirk lifting the corner of his
mouth. “Because it would suck having to compete with m y brother for your attention.” I raise an
eyebrow. “Compete for my attention?” Setting down his cards, he scoots a little closer to me.
“Have I been subtle since I got here?” “No,” I say, mashing my lips together to hide a smile. He
reaches out, brushing a piece of hair behind my ear as he leans in a little closer. “You’ve always
been a pretty girl, but fuck... you’re gorgeous, Ari.” “And no longer jailbait?” I tease. Ty grins at
that, leaning in until our noses are just barely touching. “Exactly.”
The air feels heavy as he slowly leans in, brushing his lips against mine. A light feeling flutters
through me as his hand cups the back of my head gently, ke eping me in place as his tongue
tangles with mine. Holy shit, I can’t believe I’m making out with Tyson. My teenage self would
be jumping for joy right now. He drags me into his lap, pressing us against each other as close as
possible as he lays down. I pull my hair to the side, my hands running down his chest as his cup
my ass, grinding me against him. We fall apart in a mess of hands and mouths. One piece of
clothing at a time is thrown across the room before we’re lying there, skin to skin. My lips trail
up and down his neck as I let o ut a soft laugh. “What?” Ty smiles. “Sixteen - year - old me would
never believe this.” His lips meet mine, spreading into a smile as he teases me. “Did you have a
little crush on me, Ari?” Biting his lower lip, I roll my hips against him in response, and he
m oans. “If it’s any consolation, twenty - eight - year - old me can’t believe this.” Lifting up on my
knees, I line myself up to Ty before pausing. “Condom?” He lets out a rough sigh and thunks his
head against the floor. “I wasn’t exactly planning on fucking Kel ly’s little girl when I came out
here.” Frowning, I look down at him. “Are you clean? You’d tell me if you weren’t, right?” “Of
course, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, Ari. I can — ” Before he can speak, I sink down
onto him, hissing as he stretches me. Ty ’ s grip on my ass tightens as he groans in pleasure.
“ Fuckkk.” My pussy aches for a moment but slowly subsides once I’m fully seated on him. His
bright eyes collide with mine, and something about it has my pussy pulsing. He groans again,
kneading my ass with his hand. “Goddamnit, baby.” “Feel good?” I questio n, a soft whimper
ripping through me as I lift myself up and back down again.
“Feel good?” he echoes before cupping my cheek. “You feel like a goddamn virgin. If I didn’t
know you’ve fucked my brother, I’d guess you were one.” I scrunch up my face at the reminder.
“Ah come on, just fucking around.” Shaking my head, I rest my hands o n his chest for better
leverage. “Stop fucking around and fuck me instead.” His eyes darken at that as I begin riding
him, and he meets me with every thrust. His cock isn’t as big as Logan’s. Fuck, I feel bad even
thinking that. It’s true, though. Still, T y has a nice cock, and goddamn he knows how to use it,
even when I’m on top. The head of his cock rubs against my g - spot over and over, and I find
myself fucking him harder and faster, moan after moan spilling out of me as I chase down this
feeling. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moan, my pussy spasming as my orgasm cre eps in so close I can
nearly taste it. “Shit, I need you to come, or I’m gonna embarrass myself.” I laugh at that,
grinding my clit against him. I do my best to focus on coming, but in voluntary flashe s of the last
time I had sex come to the forefront of my mind. It was so different, so carnal. It was pure
aggression and power and domination. It gave me a feeling that lit every single nerve of my
body on fire. This is great too. It’s just not that. It’s not... No. No. FUCK no. I’m literally on top of
Tyson Cunningham. We are raw fucking in the treehouse that we used to hang out in when I
was a teenager dreaming of him kissing me. It can’t get better than this. This is as good as it
gets. Right? Right. Forc ing myself to banish all other thoughts, I lean down, pressing my lips
against Ty’s. He meets me eagerly as his cock twitches and he gasps. My orgasm slams into me
out of nowhere, but I only enjoy it for a moment or two before he’s shoving me off him, turning
on his side and stroking his
cock as he comes all over my stomach. “FUCK!” he moans. “Shit, that was a close one.” He
laughs, shaking his head. “I didn’t know if you were on birth control. We didn’t get that far in
the conversation.” “I am,” I say with a smile as I look up to him. He rolls his eyes playfully. “Now
you tell me.”
Reaching over into the bag, he pulls out some paper towels he brought, quickly cleaning us both
up before dragging me to him. I slip my leg through his, my head resting on his chest with his
arms around me as he pulls a blanket over us. Pressing a kiss to my head, we sit there in silence
for a few moments before he speaks. “You’re something else, Arianna.” I smile, looking up at
him. “You too, Tyson.” His eyes bounce back and forth between mine like he has something on
his mind, and I’m almost positive I kn ow what it is. “You don’t have to worry about me. I’m not
expecting anything out of this. We fucked, and it was great, and if you want to do it again before
we leave, then I’m more than willing.” I laugh lightly. “But no expectations. A little spring break
fling sounds kinda perfect.” He takes a moment before nodding, smiling softly as his arms
squeeze me tighter. “Cool, yeah, I’ll definitely be taking you up on that offer.” He smirks before
sliding out from under me, crawling between my legs, and throwing them over his shoulders.
The instant his mouth wraps around my clit, a needy moan that was entirely too loud echoes
throughout the treehouse as I dig my fingers into his hair. Fuck, this is exactly what I need.