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He loses momentum to his orgasm enough to drop his hand from her mouth. He stumbles backwards, his floppy cock slapping his leg.
She collapses to the floor, fake crying to the pavers. Her thighs are dripping with his cum and her slick juices. She would have orgasmed, but I bet he didn’t even notice. Which is perfect—as I planned.
“You liked it, don’t lie.”
“Please just go,” she sobs.
“Fine by me,” he grumbles, tucking his flaccid cock back into his pants and spitting on the pavement beside her curled body. It’s a nice touch. Cinematic. From this angle, he could have been spitting on her instead.
I share the mp3, sending it to Quinn’s email. And I leave the scene.
CHAPTER 15
VALLIE
Their house is old, but the commodities are modern and clean. In the lounge, the sofa is an L-shape with wide, roomy cushions, and the chandelier overhead adds the perfect mood lighting for a romantic movie night.
“How do you feel? Being home?” I snuggle under Tyler’s thick, strong arm and pull my legs up to the side, leaning in close to him.
He’s in grey sweatpants and a casual white shirt while I’m sporting one of his other shirts, which clings to my breasts, stomach, and arse and ends mid-thigh.
I like it…
The shirt.
This house.
And them.
It’s the first time I’ve watched The Notebook with a boy because Oliver isn’t going to watch a fucking romance with me, now, is he?
No, Vallie.
But it’s my favourite movie, and Allie plays the piano. So, I’m trying to condition the instrument back into Tyler’s life. Pair it with good feelings. I don’t know if it’ll work or not, but I’ll try anything to help him. Warmth washes through me as the scene by the piano plays back in my mind.
This morning was a success.
He touched it and didn’t cut himself.
Tyler swallows, brows weaved in as he thinks. “It’s strange,” he answers and kisses the top of my head. I can’t quell my deep, contented sigh. He is the perfect lunatic. “But… Okay. I feel okay. The place doesn’t matter, Vallie Baby. I can be anywhere with you, and I’ll be okay.”
“Because you love me?” I nudge him in the side with my shoulder. I’m ready to hear it today. Loud. Clear. When he’s seemingly calm and sane.
He turns and presses his back to the arm rest, facing me with striking blue eyes partially curtained by a loose dark fringe. “Because you’re mine. And I’m yours. And Donnie is ours, too. And we’re his. I do. I love you. In freestyle and all the other styles.”
Not so sane…
I almost laugh, his words still drenched in his own brand of crazy sauce. The kind I’ve read about in my books. The kind I know have. I tuck back into place, and he settles, too.
“I love you, too, Ty.”
“I see you’re comfortable. That’s good.” Dexter’s deep timbre breaks the moment. But when I look up, I only just catch his retreating back as he walks away.
Every part of me itches to go after him and ask how the trial went today. Did he take the stand? Is he pleading the fifth? I want to beg him to reconsider and tell the truth for her—for us. He might not get prison time. He might get community service or… something else. A fine?
Wishful thinking?
Go after him, Vallie.