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I take a deep breath in and thank the medication for my clarity. I may have gnawed the implant out.
I may have felt rushed and impulsive, but I’m clear enough to do it right for her.
And the music helps.
In my head, Widor’s prowess on the ivories guides me, my own precision and pace as perfectly composed as his melody. I use the filleting knife to get the job done. Cutting a small incision deep enough to push the tube through. She doesn’t even rouse.
Blood snakes down her bicep, and I dip to lick it up. Tasting her metallic soul on my tongue, I hum lovingly. And then I taste Lidocaine. That’s not good. So, I stop there and decide to use a tissue, or I’ll end up with a fucking useless tongue and won’t be able to speak.
Or lick her pussy.
See? Clarity.
I got this.
CHAPTER 8
DEXTER
It’s a quarter past two a.m. when my phone rings. Already awake and unsettled, I sit up in bed, and the bitch on me slides from my chest and grumbles arousal-laced words.
I throw the sheets back and amble towards the office desk. My cock is still rock hard, slapping at my navel as I walk, even after fucking that hooker to the point of a near coma, because I can’t get my brothers’ girl out of my mind.
The name Tyler flashes at me from my phone’s display.
Interesting.
I pick up the handset. “Tyler?”
“No.” Her soft voice licks my ear, and my cock reminds me it’s hard as steel for her by leaking over my abdomen. “It-It’s Vallie. Vallie, Tyler’s gi—”
“I know your name, Baby Girl,” I say, smiling to myself and walking around the desk. I stop beside the full-length window that overlooks the lake—our entire yard reaches into the forest. A large silvery moon illuminates the boundary between our land and the reserve. The thick woods stretch for miles beyond, and I imagine chasing her soft, naked body through the pines. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your call? Or are you here to offer my balls a healing kiss?”
I hear a door close with a quiet click. “Ugh.”
“A gentle rub?”
Her voice is hushed. “No.”
“An apology then?”
“No!”
“Well…” The amusement is ripe in my voice; her annoyance only makes me harder. “Let me have it. Is my brother feeling okay?”
“He’s… I think I’m in…” She sighs hard.
Why is she whispering?
I straighten, hearing genuine uncertainty in her voice and defeat in her breath. “What has he done?”
Where is she?
Where is my brother?
She spits out a lie, “Nothing.”
“Baby Girl,” I press. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what the problem is. I swear to be humble when you finally admit that I was right. And that you can’t handle him. Now, where is he?”