Page 15 of CurVy Forever

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Page 15 of CurVy Forever

“Where did this come from? Show me.”

“It’s a tiny nick,” I press softly as he stares holes through my hand as though he hates it.

He snaps his eyes to the side of my face, trailing to my ear, where they narrow and stop. “Your ear.”

“I scratched it on a branch,” I lie before I can even think.

“Baby.” The hatred in his stare melts, and I’m so glad I decided to lie— Not lie, omit details that could unsettle him. A white lie. They aren’t always a bad thing.

‘Protect Ty for me, Vallie.’

‘And he’ll protect you, too, Pup.’

‘From other men…’

Donnie’s words slice their way into my mind. He didn’t… He couldn’t have meant Dexter? That day, he couldn’t have meant Tyler would protect me from Dexter?

Tyler sets his warm palms on either side of my neck, his thumbs stroking the underside of my jaw. Dipping to take my mouth, he seals my lie with a deep kiss.

He takes our kiss from chaste to intense when he mashes his body to mine.

His lips drag downward to my jaw before roaming along my neck. Mouthing my skin and groaning his enjoyment, he rubs himself along my lower stomach. His cock bruises the soft skin there, and the image of Dexter doing this only moments ago causes me to reach up and paw at Tyler’s strong, muscular blades.

Ty lifts me and plants my arse on the kitchen bench, where he forces my legs apart. Pressing the wide breadth of his hips between them, he fucks me through our clothes as his lips burn a searing trail up to my ear.

I pant to the ceiling.

His tongue slides out and licks, and a sting reminds me of the wound Dexter left. And Tyler is… Fuck. He is licking my blood and getting hotter beneath my fingertips.

“Take me out, Vallie Baby,” he groans, knocking my core with his cock, a dark demand throbbing through each rhythmic thrust. “I need to feel you. I need you to touch me while I lick your wound.”

“Did you take your medication?” I murmur, fighting my body’s need to relent to the hard rubbing between my thighs.

“Yes, baby.”

“Such a good boy.” I grip the seam of his jeans and pop the button open. His tongue continues to treat my wound. Had any other man done this—licked blood from me—I’d have a restraining order for him, but I know Tyler is a lunatic, and I wouldn’t have him any other way.

His hands roll over my sides and up to squeeze my heavy breasts.

He says against my skin, “Wait.” He pulls away and retrieves his phone from his back pocket. Braces it in front of me. “Look at the camera, Vallie Baby. Show us your pretty flushed face.”

“What?” I swipe him away, but he ducks and points the phone at me again. “Turn it off, Tyler. Seriously.”

“It’s for Donnie, baby. He misses you. I can tell. I can feel it. It hurts him.”

“He doesn’t care about me, Tyler.”

“Baby, you’re so wrong. He is aching. Just because he’s not here right now doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to touch you. He wants to. I can feel it.”

My heart pangs, but I ignore it.

Tyler’s lips slide to my mouth and eat at me as he groans words of need and desire. “Take me out, pretend I’m Donnie. Show him what you want to do to him.”

I taste the sour hint of my blood on his lips, feel the loss in his heart. He misses his brother—his other half.

Emotion stirs deep inside me. You don’t miss him, too, you don’t. He’s a bastard. “I don’t want to play this game.”

“We’re connected, baby. I swear it.”




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