Page 4 of CurVy Forever
They share a glance.
Martin slaps his thighs as he stands. “Alright.”
Meanwhile, the lady is far smoother, rising slowly. As she passes through the door, a white business card is held out for me. “The card...” She leads.
I accept it with another yawn. “Thanks.”
“Call if you see or hear from Donatello.”
I nod. “I will.”
I’m getting good at lying.
CHAPTER 2
VALLIE
It took me a while to settle back to sleep.
I wake to the feel of something cold and wet dripping down my chin and neck.
My lashes flutter my cheek, my eyes opening to find Tyler hovering over me.
His eyes flick up and meet mine. “Hey, baby.” Lifting my hand, I touch his, feeling the small ice pack between his fingers and the cold water seeping from within it. “You’re bruising. That arsehole bruised you, but he’s dead.” A dark grin pulls at his lips. “Fucker.”
He doesn’t know…
Oliver is alive.
My room is dark, but a shadow on Tyler’s jaw catches my eye.
I squint at it. “What’s that?” I reach up and brush my thumb over the matching bruise on his rough jawline. It’s in the same place as mine. Almost identical. “How?”
His lips form a strange smile. “I wanted us to match.”
God, he’s a lunatic.
“That’s— You—” Ugh. I shake my head and sigh. Did he do that to himself? “Tell me about your medication,” I demand. I promised Donnie that I would take care of his less-than-mentally stable brother while he is away—
Away where? I don’t know, but I feel a sense of overwhelming loyalty to him, one I can’t explain. And I am okay with not understanding it, because it feels right.
Don’t think about him…
Tyler ignores my question, dipping to press his lips to mine, engulfing me in his scent—him and mint from his toothpaste. He drops the ice pack to the floor.
I open my mouth and accept his sweet tongue. He’s gentle—unlike his brother—but thorough. A demand to him that’s intense and undeniable—almost scary with how passionately he needs and wants.
He licks inside my mouth, humming to my taste, and the sound resonates deep inside me.
A rush of arousal stirs through me. His moans and his perfectly rhythmic kiss show his desperate need for love. He presses his naked body flat to mine, the thick length between his legs jabbing me.
“I want your pussy,” he says into our kiss. “Open your thighs for me.” He presses his weight down on me, pinning me. “I’m going to fuck you right now.”
I lock my legs together, pull from his kiss, and stare up at him. “Not until you tell me about your medication.”
He groans, dropping his head to my shoulder. “I’m going to take care of you, baby.” He lifts his head and frowns. “You shouldn’t have to take care of me. That’s not how it’s done.”
I cup his face. “Donnie needs you to take your medication, and so do I, Tyler. Why do you fight it? Do they make you feel sick? What is it?”