Free Tyed to You by Jordyn McKenzie Page B

before all fell quiet in the washroom.
    In fact, it was so quiet in there when they’d finished, all Jasmine could hear was their panting and the beating of her heart, even though she knew all of their friends were likely still inside the house and had heard everything.
    Sure enough, after a few beats, Saul’s voice came from the floor above. “So if I high-five Ty when he comes up from there, would that be too out of line?”
    Ty and Jasmine’s eyes met, and they shook their heads in chagrin. However, a second later, Jasmine heard Laurel say, “Um no, because if it wasn’t my brother I just walked in on her fucking, I’d be giving Jasmine a high-five too. Hell, I still might. I didn’t know the girl had it in her.”
    “Shit,” Jasmine sighed. “Can we just go lock ourselves in the studio for the rest of the day?” She really dreaded facing the ribbing that awaited them then, but fuck it had been so worth it.
    Ty kissed her. “Woman, I like the way you think.”

Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    Spent and a little sore, Jasmine and Tyson cleaned up as best as they could and ventured upstairs to face the music. Jasmine could smell the char scent of the grill as they emerged from the stairwell and her stomach growled in anticipation. Her hunger was quickly forgotten when Laurel spotted them and began to applaud, with Saul and Freddie joining in.
    “Bravo.” Laurel laughed. “While I hope to never walk in on you two again, lest I be scarred for life, I have to say I am most impressed with your stamina and ability. Kudos to you in particular, Jasmine, for maintaining such flexibility,” Laurel finished, raising her bottle of beer to them.
    Jasmine laughed, covering her face with her hand in embarrassment while Ty wrapped his arm around her waist to squeeze her tightly to his side, kissing the top of her head.
    “She’s a keeper,” he said proudly. He then looked at Saul, who was nearly shaking with the effort it took to restrain himself from acting out. Ty smiled and held up his open palm in the air towards him. “Come on, dude, I know you want to.”
    Saul practically leapt over Freddie to high-five Tyson. “You are the man! Fuck, I wanna go bag me a thirty-year-old now.” He stopped himself, looking abashedly at Jasmine. “Shit, sorry. No offence. I…”
    Jasmine laughed. “None taken, Saul. If you can find a thirty-year-old woman willing to put up with your shit and still fuck you, more power to you.”
    Everyone laughed at that, then Freddie held up a pack of hot dogs and a plate of some freshly made hamburger patties. “I imagine you two have worked up an appetite, so I’m just gonna go throw these on the grill.”
    “Need any help with anything?” Jasmine asked, but Laurel shook her head.
    “Nope. We’re having macaroni salad I bought from the deli yesterday and Saul and Freddie have already prepped the lettuce, tomato, and onions. You and Ty can sit for a while and catch your breath.” Laurel smirked.
    Ty smiled at his sister then led Jasmine to the couch. “Come here,” he said softly, sinking down onto the cushion and then pulling Jasmine to sit in his lap. Their lips met for a tender kiss, only to be interrupted by a throat-clearing Laurel who was passing through the room with some tongs for Freddie.
    “Ease up on that shit, I don’t need an encore performance,” she joked in a deadpan voice.
    Jasmine giggled, resting her forehead against Ty’s. “I can’t believe we did that,” she whispered. “But it was amazing.”
    “You’re amazing,” Ty whispered. His expression turned serious. “Please tell me I have more time with you than just this weekend, Jasmine. Now that we’ve…” He paused, as though searching for the right words before beginning again. “I think it’s been made clear how I’ve felt about you for a long time. Now that you know, and we’ve…”
    “Fucked?” Jasmine offered with a sardonic smile, but Ty shook his head almost impatiently.
    “No! That’s