[ I know I said this book was done, but this has been rotting away in my mind for a long time [ two whole hours ] so here's some smut and then the book is actually finished. also, I hate blow jobs but I love this man more. I hate how I write them ]

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I'M SORRY, BABY.

Dakota had a permanent smile on her face on the way back to Tyler's motel room. After an afternoon of storm chasing, they came to the mutual agreement that she'd stay with him a few more days in Oklahoma. Then they'd go to California together to get more of Dakota's things. While she was technically going to move back in with Kathy and Kate, really, she was going to go on the road with Tyler and his crew, joining their tornado wrangler business.

Tyler had been quiet on the drive to the motel, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on Dakota's thigh. And the closer it got, the tighter his grip on both got, making her smirk a bit, anticipating what he probably had planned. They'd both confessed that they loved each other, after all. So, Dakota was expecting a repeat of what happened in Kathy's home — she craved more of the gentle and loving side of Tyler that only came out around her, especially now that she knew he loved her.

Tyler loved her, something she was still wrapping her head around.

They hardly knew each other and yet when Dakota looked at the man, she knew. She just did. She couldn't explain it — how it happened so quickly, but they were in love, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

When they got to the motel, Tyler got her bag out of the bed of the truck as she hopped out of the vehicle that was still incredibly beat up from being flipped over in the tornado. Then he was at her side, a hand wrapped around her waist as he led her to the first floor room.

Usually he shared a room with Boone. Thankfully, this time, the best friends were separated.

When the door shut, Dakota reached for the light, turning it on. "You know, the truck held up pretty well today in the storm despite—"

"Shut the hell up," Tyler said in a cold voice that surprised her.

Dakota whirled around and saw him staring at her with narrowed eyes. He looked furious with her all of a sudden, and she didn't understand where the hostile tone had come through.

"Ty—"

"I said to shut up," he said, stepping closer. "Now, I didn't make a scene in front of Javi and Kate. But what the hell are you playing at? Thinking you could leave me behind without so much as a goodbye? After everything we've been through?"

Dakota's mouth felt painfully dry all of a sudden, not used to this attitude on Tyler. "I - I already told you why."

"And that wasn't a good enough reason for me, so damn it, I'm allowed to be fucking pissed off at you," he said, coming even closer.

"What? You've just been silently stewing all day over this?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe I have," he huffed. "How am I supposed to feel when the only woman I've ever loved was ready to leave me behind even though she says she feels the same way."

"I'm sorry, are you tryin' to say you don't think I meant it?" she asked, now raising her voice too. "I wouldn't just leave California for anyone."

"But you were gone go. What if I'd have been five minutes late, huh? You'd be gone, and I'd have to catch a plane to go after you. Because I care enough about you to chase after you, but you don't care enough about me to even say goodbye?" he asked, the hurt in his eyes clear.

"I didn't want to say goodbye because—" She cut herself off, her throat growing tight. "Ty, I knew that if I went to you to say goodbye and you asked me to stay, I would've. And look where we are now. So don't question me when I say I love you back."

"Do you?" he asked, doing just that as he came close, their chests now brushing.

Dakota drew her eyebrows in angrily. She scoffed and turned away from him, only for Tyler to snatch her wrist and pull her back roughly. She stumbled and caught herself on his heaving chest.

Hardly giving her time to steady herself, Tyler cupped the back of her neck and pulled her into a harsh kiss — one unlike any of their others, full of tongue and teeth and anger. A noise of surprise left her throat before she kissed him back, her hands trailing up his chest until she threaded her fingers in his hair, tugging on the strands, making him grunt into her mouth.

As he dominated the kiss, he backed her into the wall with a thud, his hands gripping her hips so tightly he might bruise them. And her stomach flipped at the thought, already picturing tracing them in the mirror in the morning.

This side Tyler was so different than the sweet one she'd grown accustomed to. The one that joked with her during sex and held her like she was some delicate thing most of the time. And it had her heart thrumming inside her chest with excitement.

Needing to breathe, Tyler finally pulled back and pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes clenched shut and jaw tight.

"I love you so goddamn much, Dakota Mae," he said, his voice strained as he tried to keep himself and his anger in check. "And you're not ever gone leave me like that again. Promise me."

With one hand still buried in his hair, she moved to cup his cheek with the other. "I love you too, Tyler. And I'm sorry for what I did."

"Promise me," he repeated, needing her reassurance.

"I won't leave you."

He nodded before kissing her again, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip. As he did so, he slid his hands underneath her sweatshirt, seeking out her chest over her sports bra, pulling her breast out to feel them. His touch was anything but gentle as he squeezed and pinched and rolled until she was a breathless mess underneath his lips.

And when she finally moaned, he pulled off of her, taking a few steps back. Her darkened eyes scanned his disheveled form, noting that he was already growing hard beneath his jeans, and it made her mouth water.

"Take your goddamn clothes off," he ordered.

Dakota suddenly felt a bit shy, thinking it was one thing to have him take them off her. But stripping as he watched with an almost feral look in his eyes was another thing completely. It made her palms clammy from how nervous she was, unsure of how the rest of the night would go. Certainly he wouldn't be fucking her slow and gentle like he had that night in the bed of the pickup truck.

She started with her sweatshirt, pulling it off her body after readjusting her chest back into her bra. Afterward, she peeled her jeans off her legs, kicking them to the side with her shoes. Then she looked at Tyler expectantly as if she'd followed his order completely.

"All of 'em," he said, nodding to her undergarments as he sat on the edge of the bed.

Her cheeks heated up as she did so, removing her bra and then her underwear, letting them fall to the floor. And the longer Tyler just stared at her without saying anything, the more flustered and turned on she grew.

"Get on your knees," he then said after a long while.

With her eyes wide, Dakota scrambled to the ground, getting right in front of him as she knelt, balancing her hands on his thighs as she did so. But he just pushed her hands off him and then rose to his full height, towering over her.

Her eyes were fixed on his large hands as they steadily worked his belt loose and then unzipped his jeans, pushing them down his thighs. Dakota leaned in, brushing her nose against the painful-looking tent in his underwear, noting the small, dark bead of precum that had been soaked up by the light grey material.

With all his might, Tyler held back a noise as she touched him lightly through the fabric. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

Though it was real fucking hard not to when she licked him through the fabric, the friction driving him insane.

Then Dakota hooked her fingers around the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down to where his jeans were, watching his cock spring free. And he was huge, the pink tip swollen and leaking.

Dakota wrapped her hands around him, feeling him grow as she pumped him a few times. Then she leaned in, licking up what had gathered at the tip, hearing the quietest of sighs escape Tyler's lips, which spurred her on.

"I'm sorry, baby," she said softly before licking the underside of his cock, tracing a vein with her tongue. "And I'll do anything for you to forgive me."

"Trust me, you will," he said, gathering her long, dark hair up in one hand, keeping it out of her face.

Dakota then took him into her mouth, finally getting a low, short moan out of the man above her. She took him as far as she could, her nose still a full inch away from his base, her lips stretched so wide that the corners of her mouth stung.

Then she fully began sucking him off, hollowing her cheeks as she bobbed back and forth, moaning around him. Her hands found his thighs, her fingernails digging into them as she grounded herself. And when he grew tired of her truly agonizing, slow and steady pace, his hips shot forward.

For a moment, as his cock brushed the back of her throat, she choked and tears pricked at her eyes. But then she breathed in through her nose and relaxed her throat the best she could, taking him just a bit further.

His grip on her hair grew tighter as he began fucking her mouth, low moans and groans leaving his lips, the sound music to her ears.

"Just like that, baby," he grunted in between thrusts. "Fucking look at you. Choking on my cock — wanted to see you like this since the — fuck — moment I met you."

She whined around him, the vibrations making him curse. Dakota knew her throat would be sore in the morning but didn't find that she cared. It hurt in the best way possible as she rubbed her thighs together, seeking out some friction of her own. And while Tyler was distracted, she reached a hand down, seeking out her clit to rub it gently.

When Tyler opened his eyes, he glanced down at her, at first entranced by the sight of Dakota looking up at him with glassy eyes, his cock sliding in and out of her pretty mouth. But then he caught where her hand was, and he nearly growled.

"Did I say you could touch yourself? You think you deserve to touch yourself?" he asked, ceasing his thrusts for a moment. Which was nearly a mistake as she just sucked deftly on his head, making a shiver run down his spine. "Hands off."

Dakota drew her eyebrows in, showcasing her displeasure as she did as told, her hands back on his thigh. Not trusting her to keep put, with his free hand, Tyler took her hands in his and brought them to rest on his abdomen, just underneath his bellybutton, keeping them in place. If she really wanted to, she could pull out of his grip — but she didn't want to.

Then Tyler was back to fucking in and out of her mouth, letting out a string of curses as his throbbing length was practically swallowed by her. Soon, his thrusts grew sloppy, a sign that he was close.

All of a sudden, he was ripping away from her, leaving her with swollen lips shining with spit and an aching jaw as she looked up at him with wide eyes. Her hands were still on his stomach, so her fingers toyed with the patch of hair leading down to just where she wanted him, loving how he shut his eyes for a moment to savor her gentle touch.

He could try to hide it, but he was affected just as much as she was by him.

Tyler then recovered and lifted her underneath her arms, practically throwing her on the bed instead of guiding her. Dakota laid back, eager as he began crawling up her body, his hardened and aching cock brushing her stomach as he reached her lips.

Yet again, he kissed her with his hand at the back of her head, keeping her close as he explored her mouth with his tongue, not giving her an inch to move. She hummed happily against him while shifting her hips upward, seeking some friction from his muscular thigh.

Only for him to pin her down with his entire body weight. She moaned into his mouth, wishing more than anything that he'd do something other than just kiss her. Even run his hands along her body, for god's sake. But he just kept them at her head, torturing her as he shifted his own hips, his cock caught between their stomachs as he slowly teased himself.

"Tyler," she moaned as he pulled away and started kissing her neck. She squealed when he bit down hard on her flesh, no doubt leaving a mark that he then soothed with his tongue. "Tyler, please."

He sucked in a breath through his nose and looked down at her. "Unless you're telling me to stop, I don't want to hear another goddamn word outta you."

A whine died in her throat as she shut her mouth. Cause god, the last thing she wanted was for him to stop. That sounded almost painful to her lust-addled mind.

Instead of saying anything, she just clawed at his back as he kissed her collarbone, sucking marks that would be painful to touch come morning. And once he was satisfied with his work, he pulled away from her, admiring her like she was a work of art he'd just finished painting.

"On your stomach," was his next order.

And Dakota nervously listened, feeling even more on edge now that she couldn't see him.

Tyler hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her ass back and up. She sucked in a breath as his head teased her entrance, slowly rubbing back and forth until she was a writhing, impatient mess.

"Tyler, do someth — ah!"

It wasn't slow and gentle like the other times as he slid into her, hitting his base in seconds, hardly giving her time to adjust as he pulled all the way out again. Her forehead fell against the pillow as she moaned from the feeling, only to cry out as he rammed back into her, hitting her deeper than he ever had before because of the different position.

As he began thrusting powerfully, she was lost to the world, her only thoughts on Tyler and the euphoria he was bringing to the surface. It was so messy and rough and raw and angry, and she didn't want it to ever stop.

"You're mine," he grunted out, arm still hooked around her waist so that he could pull her back into him as he pushed into her. "Mine, you hear me?"

"Yours," she cried out, her mind not even daring to think about leaving him behind anymore. God, how could she have been so foolish to try and leave him? To leave this behind? "All yours."

Though he didn't want her to speak, he forgave her for the slip up.

And given her treatment of him with her mouth, it didn't take too long for him to near his release. So, finally paying some proper attention to her, Tyler began rubbing circles around her clit, not wanting to finish before her even in his frustrated with her state.

Dakota screwed her eyes shut and dug her fingers into the headboard from the feeling, the bundle of nerve endings sending jolts through her whole body like she'd been struck by lightning.

The orgasm hit her fast and hard, the sounds in the room sinful as he fucked her cum right back inside of her. And when his own hit, he leaned down and bit her shoulder hard, groaning against her skin.

Neither particularly cared that he hadn't covered up, knowing it was something they could deal with come morning.

No, that didn't matter when he was still slowly sliding in and out of her, her walls clenching around him yet again. Finally, as he calmed down, he removed his teeth from her shoulder, noting that it would have a huge mark on it in the morning.

Then, he slid out of her, both moaning from the feeling. Dakota all but collapsed on the bed, exhaustion washing over her.

And if she expected Tyler to keep acting cold, she was surprised as he began kissing gently along her spine until he reached the top of it.

Tyler fell beside her on the mattress, pulling her into his warm, sweat-sheen body. She closed her eyes as he nuzzled his nose against the back of her neck.

Finally, after catching her breath, she turned in his arms, instantly wrapping her own around his neck, pulling herself close until their chests were touching.

"Tyler," she said softly, toying with the hair at the base of his neck. She could see the vulnerability swimming in his eyes. "I couldn't handle the thought of you leaving me first. That's why I tried to go this morning — before I could drive you away."

At her admission, his gaze softened even more. "I ain't leaving you ever, Dakota," he promised. "Nothing you do will ever run me off."

Tears welled in her eyes — God, she hoped he meant it. Because Dakota, deep down, knew this was the kind of man she could spend the rest of her life with.

"I love you," Dakota told him before kissing his lips quickly. "I love you, Tyler Owens. And I mean it when I say that."

"I believe you," he whispered, tucking some of her messy hair behind her ear. "And I love you, too. And I'll just have to tell you every day to make sure you don't forget that."

She smiled blissfully, pressing her forehead to his. "Every day with you, huh? Don't sound half bad."

"Well, me and Boone too, probably, if we're being honest."

"Yeah, I figured y'all were a packaged deal."