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I DIDN'T EXACTLY PLAN FOR A SLEEPOVER.

"Welcome to Casa de Dakota, Room Thief," Dakota said, letting Tyler into the guest room that had morphed into hers over the years before shutting the door. The desk was still full of her textbooks and notes. Posters of country artists hung on the wall. And a stuffed Winnie the Pooh sat on the pillows, making him smile.

"Cute," he said, plucking up the stuffed animal. "But I always preferred Piglet."

Dakota just smiled and snatched the stuffed animal back. "Look, Kate has a single bed and this is a queen. But if you don't wanna share, I can sleep on the couch in the loft."

"You mean the sex couch?" he asked teasingly.

"Never did it up there officially, thank you very much," she said, tossing a pillow at him. "Now, which side of the bed you want?"

"Oh, it's gotta be left."

She smiled, as she always preferred the right side of the bed. "Now, it's late, and grandpa needs his sleep."

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Grandpa? I'm only thirty-five."

"And I'm twenty-three. You're ancient," she said while grabbing her pajamas from her chest of drawers.

"That bother you?" he suddenly asked, eying her slowly as he grew self-conscious. "That I'm ancient?"

"Why's it matter what I think of your age, Cowboy?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, just waiting for him to say it. That he wanted her like she wanted him.

"No reason," he murmured, letting her down.

She nodded before giving him a pointed look. "Turn around. I gotta change."

Ever the southern gentleman, he did so. Only to catch a glimpse of her back in the mirror attached to her vanity. He knew he should've looked away, but Tyler just bit his lip and watched as she lifted the sweatshirt she was wearing over her head, revealing a smooth back aside from the scar on her right shoulder that was on both sides. Next went her jeans, leaving her in just a pair of white underwear, and he held back a groan, shutting his eyes finally as she put on her pajamas.

When Dakota was finished, she turned around only to catch his reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks burned, hoping his eyes had been shut like that the whole time.

"I'm done," she said softly, letting him turn around. "You got anything?"

"I didn't exactly plan for a sleepover," he admitted. "You bothered by a t-shirt and boxers?"

"No. Thanks for asking though."

He nodded and then took his stupid hat off, setting it on the nightstand. Choosing to not watch as he kicked his boots off and pushed his jeans down his legs, she studied the hat. Then he unbuttoned his shirt, leaving him in a tight, white undershirt.

Dakota picked up his hat and grinned. "I think this is the biggest hat I ever seen. But your head is so huge, I figure you need this size."

Tyler scoffed and came over to her, snatching the hat from her. "This hat makes me look sexy as hell," he said confidently.

"Well, I looked terrible in cowboy hats," she informed him. "Only wore them because my daddy bought them for me when I was younger."

"I don't know about that. Can't picture you ever looking bad," he said. Then Tyler lowered the hat onto her head, which was a bit too loose.

Dakota's cheeks burned. There wasn't anyway that he was from Arkansas and didn't know the rule about wearing someone's cowboy hat.

Wear the hat, ride the cowboy.

"How's it look?" she asked, noting that he was looking at her lips and not her head.

"I think we'd better get you a matching one," he told her, grinning.

She rolled her eyes and took the hat off, setting it back on the nightstand. Then she looked up at him through her lashes, trying hard to remember her promise to Kate. It was really disrespectful to even think about doing such sinful things with Tyler under someone else's roof.

"We should rest. You've got a long drive tomorrow."

"Yeah. Big day," he said, a bit let down. Then he moved to the left side of the bed, pulling the pink comforter back, only to grin. "Bratz sheets?"

"Shut the fuck up, Grandpa."

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In her mind, she was back in that damned overpass. She could feel the cold rain on her skin as she climbed up the incline, following Jeb and Kate. Only to look back, expecting Addy. But it was Tyler behind her, him ushering her up the incline. But he couldn't follow because his shoes didn't have any traction.

"Tyler!" she shouted, reaching for him as Jeb held onto her belt.

"Help me, Kota!" Tyler shouted, his hand barely grazing hers before he slid down more.

Tears were in Dakota's eyes as she reached even further. Her fingertips caught his, and she began helping him climb.

Only for a broken pole to ram into her shoulder. She cried out and fell back, watching as the sign from the interstate smashed into Tyler, carrying him off into the looming and dark funnel—

Dakota sat bolt upright, her breath coming quickly, the dream already fading from her mind. And unfortunately, her movement had woken Tyler, who quickly saw the tears in her eyes even in the dimly lit room.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, pulling her closer. But Dakota didn't say anything as she hid her face in his chest, trying to catch her breath. "Talk to me, baby."

"Just - just a bad dream," she mumbled, pulling back and feeling a bit embarrassed. "Get 'em from time to time. Sorry I woke you."

"Don't apologize," he said softly, tucking some messy hair behind her ear. "What was it about?"

"Would you believe me if I said I don't remember?" she asked weakly. "I never do. But I figure it's to do with what happened that day."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" he asked.

Dakota took in a deep breath, thinking it over. Did she trust Tyler enough to talk about it? She was surprised when she found that she did.

"Kate wasn't... the only one to make a mistake that day," she mumbled. "I had just gotten my first rejection letter for grad school. They said my resume wasn't 'impressive enough.' And I thought, God, I needed to prove Kate's theory. I needed that grant and the recognition to get into the best experimental physics programs."

Dakota took in a deep breath and shook her head.

"Kate never did anything without my approval. Still doesn't, even after everything. And the truth is, I had doubts. The model wasn't the best it could be, and part of me knew we didn't have enough of the polymer. But it was gonna be the last storm of the season. My last chance. So I gave the go ahead. Next thing I know, Praveen is gone and Addy is literally ripped from my hands. And Jeb, god, he protected us right until the very end. And for some goddam reason, the storm that took the only friends I ever had didn't have the decency to take me with it."

Tyler frowned and hooked his finger underneath her chin to have her look at him. "Hey, don't ever say something like that. This world is better off for having you in it."

"Is it?" she asked doubtfully.

"God, I mean, just your mind alone—"

"Which is wasted on fixing fishing boats and fucked up Jeeps in Santa Monica all day," she cut him off. "What good have I ever done?"

"For starters? You helped save my life last night," he reminded her. "Dakota, do you have any idea how special you are?"

"I've heard it all my life, Ty. You saying it ain't gone make me believe it," she said, shaking her head. "No one's really better off with me around."

He huffed and pulled her closer. "I am," he admitted. "Fuck, I love having you around. I don't ever want you to leave."

She rolled her eyes, not believing him. "You'll get tired of me after a week—"

"No, I won't," he said, sounding so certain. "Come back with me tomorrow. You don't wanna work with Storm PAR or go back to being a mechanic? Fine. Stay here with us. I know you love chasing. You don't gotta quit."

"Lily is your mechanic—"

"Lily thinks you're the best thing since sliced bread," he said with a smile. "And so do I."

"Wow. Better than bread," she said with a wry smile. "Higher compliment than a cow."

He chuckled and pushed his forehead to hers. "Come back with me."

She looked into his impossibly blue eyes. "Why you want me to so bad?"

"Well, I thought that was obvious," he said softly, eyes falling on her lips. "God, you're all I can think about, Young Sheldon."

Dakota scoffed and pulled away from him as he laughed, only for him to grab her wrist and pull her right back into his chest. His grin was so beautiful as he brushed his nose against hers.

Her eyes were on his perfect lips, finding it a bit hard to breathe. And so she took the plunge, leaning in to kiss him like she'd been craving for days.

And as she did, a tornado brewed inside of her stomach, warmth rushing into her as it swirled around, making her feel dizzy.

Tyler instantly kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her tightly, pulling her close. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, and she kept them closed, humming rather than letting him in. So, he pinched her ass, making her yelp quietly. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside, deepening the kiss.

It wasn't long before both of them were breathless messes, lost in a tangle of limbs. Tyler rolled her on her back, hovering over her as he began kissing from her lips to her jaw and down her neck.

"Ty," she breathed out, hands on his shoulders.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he said, his voice sounding so much rougher than usual. Then he was back on her skin, sucking on her neck, knowing he'd leave a bruise behind that he'd be real fucking proud of come morning.

"Just want you," she said, gasping a bit as he bit down on the mark he'd just made before soothing it with his tongue. "For someone whose mouth is always spitting out irritating comments, you sure know how to take a girl's breath away."

He leaned up on his elbows and smirked down at her. "Oh, it can do plenty more if you'd like a demonstration."

She cupped his cheek, rubbing her thumb over his cheek, adoring how he leaned into her touch.

"Well, I don't have any complicated derivatives I need to solve, but you can give it a shot," she joked.

He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her again, getting lost in her lips. As Tyler did so, he used his knee, hitching it between her legs and using it to part them, sliding his body between them.

She let out a soft moan as she felt his hard hips pressed against hers. And then Dakota worked her hands underneath his t-shirt, feeling firm muscles beneath that she was suddenly dying to see. So, she pulled it over his head, it lost in the sea of her bedroom as she drank in the sight of his broad chest.

Leaning up, she began kissing down his neck and chest, loving the little groan he let out at her gentle touch. But then he was moving again, this time down her body.

Anticipation coursed through her like chasing a storm as he reached her pajama bottoms, her heart beating a mile a minute. He looked up at her through thick lashes.

"May I?" he asked, toying with the band. "For a scientific experiment, of course."

"Of course. For science," she grinned.

Only for that grin to soon fall as he pulled her shorts down, revealing her underwear. He swooped down, wasting no time as he licked a long stripe up her underwear, not even bothering to remove the article of clothing. Then he nudged the band of her underwear with his nose, closing his eyes for a moment.

Tyler hooked his fingers around her underwear and pulled them down, her helping kick them off. Then he dove in, seeking out her clit, and Dakota was soon lost to the world.

It'd never felt so good when past partners went down on her — they didn't know what they were doing. But Tyler was doing everything right as he sucked on the sensitive bundle of nerves, swirling his tongue around it until she was a panting, writing mess with her fingers tangled in his usually so perfect hair.

"Oh, God," she moaned, her head falling back on the pillow.

Tyler pulled back long enough just to joke, "Don't think we want him here." Then he was delving back in, his tongue moving lower until he was teasing her entrance slowly.

His movements were deliberate as he began fucking her with his tongue, eating her out like a man starved. Dakota choked on a moan when he brought his fingers to her clit, making sure to give it just as much attention.

"I'm close. So, so good. Feels so —"

Suddenly, Tyler stopped his movements and pulled away from her altogether. Dakota looked at him with wide eyes, chest heaving. He had a stupid smirk on his handsome face, keeping eye contact as he began licking his wet fingers clean.

"What the fuck?" she asked, already missing the release that was fading away.

"That was for the grandpa comments," he said before crawling up her body, beginning to place soft kisses on her hip.

As he moved upward, he brought her shirt with him, kissing more and more skin that was exposed. Dakota lifted up off the bed, helping him remove her shirt, tossing it to the side and leaving her completely bare beneath him. Tyler groaned at the sight, leaning back a bit.

"You're fucking perfect, baby," he groaned, in love with the image of her body that he knew he'd be carrying around all his life. His brain would be cruel if it dared to forget.

He was back on her then, kissing along her body, starting with the scar on her shoulder before moving to her chest. And when he didn't have a nipple in his mouth, he was pinching and twisting the other until it was a sensitive, stiff bud. All the while, she could feel his hardening length pressed against her inner thigh, straining against his tight boxer briefs.

"Are you sure?" he managed to ask as she lifted her leg, brushing against him. "We can stop."

Though it was sweet that he offered, it was the very last thing she wanted. So, she quickly pushed on his shoulders until he got the message. They rolled over, her now straddling him as he held her hips.

"What are you doing?" he asked, not expecting the change in position.

She grinned down at him, trailing her fingertips down his abs, following the prominent V until it disappeared with a small patch of hair beneath his underwear.

"I wore the hat," she said, her fingers now tracing lightly over his nearly painful erection. His hips shot forward as she barely grazed him. "Now I gotta do the rest."

Tyler grinned wolfishly up at her, glad that she'd gotten the message when he so boldly put his hat on her head. But then he groaned as she peeled his underwear off, his cock springing free and slapping his stomach.

Dakota lent down, holding his throbbing cock and licking the tip softly that was already leaking precum. As she did so, she ran her hand along his length a few times, feeling him grow even more as she did so.

"Fuck, you're so big," she whined, looking down at him.

He smirked before it fell. "I don't - I don't have anything."

"You have cowboy bandaids but not condoms?" she asked teasingly. Then she nodded to the nightstand. "Check the top drawer."

He quickly reached for it, digging out a condom, not wanting to waste any time. Dakota grabbed it from him and opened the package with her teeth before taking it out, slowly rolling it over his cock, which made him moan from the feeling.

Then Dakota sat up on her knees and aligned herself with him. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his cock, both letting out low moans as he stretched her out fully. When she reached his base, she leaned down and kissed him hard while she took the time to adjust.

After a moment, she began shifting her hips back and forth, and that was it for the both of them. Neither could think a single cohesive thought that wasn't about the other. Not while Dakota was swallowing his cock, moving at an agonizingly slow pace. She was teasing him as payback for keeping her from her orgasm.

Tyler's fingers dug into her hips with the intent to leave a bruise as he helped her keep a steady pace. And when it wasn't enough, he decided she'd had enough control for the night as he quickly rolled them back over.

Dakota gasped as he suddenly picked up the pace, pistoning in and out of her until she was a blathering mess, her hair fanned out around her. She turned her head to the side, whining into the pillow.

But he wasn't having it as his hand sought out her neck, his long fingers turning her chin so that she was looking up at him.

"I wanna hear you, baby. You make such pretty sounds," he grunted out before moving to kiss her neck, drawing a whimper from her as she ran her hands down his back, no doubt leaving scratches behind that he'd feel with every movement come morning. "Fuck, you're perfect. Perfect and all mine. I ain't letting you go, baby."

"I don't want you to," she said before pulling him into a deep kiss, his moan getting lost in her lips.

It felt like it was never ending, the waves of pleasure crashing into her like the winds of a storm that just kept building and building inside of her until the cap was ready to break.

"I'm close," she breathed out, pressing her forehead to his.

"Me too," he grunted. Then Tyler reached down, his hand finding her clit while still managing to hold himself up and keep a steady pace. Dakota cried out as he began rubbing her, it adding to the overwhelming sensation. "At the same time for me, okay? Give to me all over my cock."

She choked on a moan at his dirty talk, her eyes rolling back and toes curling as she came around him, him following two seconds later with a final thrust as his own orgasm hit. And even still, he kept sliding in and out of her with low groans, working her for all she had throughout her orgasm.

And when he pulled out of her, she let out a whine, already missing the feel of him even though he was still close as could be.

He held himself up by his forearms, still hovering over her as he kissed her softly. "That was..."

"It was," she finished for him, seeing the pure adoration that was swimming in his eyes, knowing her expression matched.

He nudged her jaw with his nose before kissing it softly, still catching his breath. Then he removed the condom and tossed it in the trash can that still had that old Harvard rejection letter than Dakota didn't give a damn about now. Not when Tyler was pulling her into his arms, letting her lean on his chest.

And as Tyler ran his fingers through her hair gently, he knew he was fucked. Because he'd follow this girl anywhere, even California, if it meant he could have this forever.