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Reeling, I come down off that high. I saved my orgasm for her. Haven’t jerked off once. Not even when Ty sent me that video, creating a wildfire of blue balls that I couldn’t escape until now.
I didn’t jerk off.
She has proven her devotion to Tyler over the past week, so she has mine. My cock is hers now and forever. I may never be romantic like my brother, but loyalty is built into every inch of my soul. She is everything we need to stay together. I see that. To keep us as one, like we were in the womb, it’s what Tyler needs. My twin, me, and Vallie.
And what I need is to fix this fucking Oliver problem, need to be with them.
I miss you.
CHAPTER 12
VALLIE
He leaves us in the cage.
Like some kind of a fucking spirit in the night, he doesn’t stay to kiss me goodbye. But I think he whispered, ‘I miss you’ as he left—I could have imagined that…
Could have dreamed it.
And I try not to cry into Tyler’s arms as he pulls me into his chest and tangles our legs and feet together. It’s a lot. I give Donnie and Tyler all. From the beginning, when they took what they wanted from me. And Donnie, when he was rough and mean, and now… I find his absence an ache inside me.
Hello, Stockholm syndrome.
I snuggle in deep, inhaling Tyler, until his breaths deepen, and we fall asleep.
What feels like two seconds later, I am twisted back awake by a sensation I know all too well.
Cramps.
And this is thanks to Tyler tampering with my damn contraception. Lunatic. I don’t know this house, but I doubt I’ll find a stash of tampons in a cupboard.
So, I crawl over Ty and exit the cage. He barely fits in it; his legs need to be bent up, his feet poke through bars. He’s a large, tattooed man in the foetal position, but I think he likes it. I wonder if it’s a twin thing. Being curled up in a small space with another human. Reminiscent of something deeply spiritual.
After using the connecting bathroom to wash Tyler’s cum from my stomach and splash my face with water, I dress in a pair of jeans and a plain black shirt from my unpacked suitcase on the floor and leave the bedroom and Ty in sleepy darkness.
I have to call an Uber.
The house is cast in low light, but I find my way back to the front door, hopping my shoes on as I go. I stop to touch a spot on the wall where a missing frame once hung.
“You must be out of your mind if you think I am going to let you go after him.” Dexter’s deep, commanding voice filters from a dark room to my side.
“After who?” I find myself startled, not my usual wit or attitude to accompany me. I squint and see him walk from the room dressed in only jeans, his long, chiselled torso further suppressing my bratty traits.
“Donnie,” he states, leaning his shoulder on the frame and eyeing me with interest and suspicion. “You really like them both? You honestly think you can do this?” He laughs with derision. “Love them both. Please them both. Keep up with them both. They’ll always choose each other, Baby Girl. You know that, right?”
I scowl at him—brat-mode activated. “I would never make them choose. And trust me, I can please them.” I edge towards him, my body controlled by some misguided desire to prove myself to him. “I can keep up. As you once put it, a real woman can easily satisfy two men.” So close that I have to arch to keep eye contact, I add, “Or more.”
I have no idea why I said that. What are you trying to prove?
A smirk slides across his lips.
But then a cramp moves through my stomach, and I breathe deeply, trying not to let the sensation change my resolve. I refuse to break eye contact. Or flinch.
“You’re uncomfortable. Why?” He leans in as though he wants to kiss me, but instead, his lips only taunt me. “My brother’s cock too big for you? Should try sitting on mine.”
I shove his chest, only to find he doesn’t budge, and my hands now hum from having touched warm skin over hard muscles, my fingers stir from having been between grey and brown hairs. He’s all man. I’m in fucking trouble here. “You make me sick. You’d fuck your brothers’ girl? You’d disrespect them like that? Just another thing to add to your vulgar catalogue of personality traits.”
His jaw pulses. It’s the first time I know I’m beneath his skin—like he is mine.