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“When was the last time you saw him with a girlfriend?”

She froze, her jaw falling.

“For that matter, when’s the last time you even heard him talk about a girl?”

“Oh…shit.”

“He’s always got little jokes here and there about people’s relationships. Alex said he did it to deflect so no one would question him about his lack of dating.”

She rolled slightly away to cover her forehead and blink at the ceiling. “Holy shit,” she continued to whisper. “I never even noticed.”

“Exactly. Alex said he had become a pro at living his life so no one even thought about him dating. The kicker here?” I tucked a finger under her chin and tugged so she was looking at me. Lowering my voice even further, I stated, “I think he’s got the hots for Dash.”

She jostled so severely, the mattress shook, a palm slapping to my pec. “Shut up!” she cried in a normal voice.

I chuckled and pulled her closer, groaning at how goddamn wonderful it felt to have her in my arms again. I had begun to think this day would never come.

“Holy shit,” she muttered, back to whispering. “At the swing, they had a moment when Vinny was freaking out.”

“Yup. I’m telling you, there’s something there. You okay with that?”

She snorted and shrugged. “Of course, I am. In my eyes, they’re both my brothers. I just want what’s best for them both and for them to be happy.”

Cupping the back of her head, I drew her nearer and began showering her face with tiny kisses, the love I had for this woman overflowing.

“So,” she purred, her nails dragging up and down the dip of my spine. She arched her throat, her leg draping over mine. “What else happened between you and Alex?”

“Nothing,” I muttered between kisses.

“Really? Nothing?”

Pausing, my eyelids opened, my pulse skipping a beat. Slowly sitting up, I stared into her eyes shadowed by the darkness. “Why does it sound like you’re upset?”

Grinning, her knee inched upward, carefully rubbing against my balls. “I don’t know. It’s kind of hot thinking about you with another man.”

I did a doubletake and craned my neck away to see her whole face better. “Are you saying you want me to have sex with a man?”

“Absolutely not. I do not share, I think I’ve made that clear.”

Though I knew she was teasing, the pang of guilt still twisted my gut. Not wanting to dwell on it, however, I asked, “Then what are you talking about?”

“I want you all to myself, Tyler Warren,” she purred, nuzzling closer, her breasts pressing into my chest. “But it makes me wet thinking about you with a man. It would have really been hot had you fucked me while telling me every sordid detail of riding a cock and cumming all over him.”

Lust scorched through my blood, making me rock hard instantly. “Jesus,” I croaked, suddenly breathless.

“Mm, seems like you like the sound of that, too,” she purred, tucking her hand between us to cup my bulge.

“Letta…”

Pushing me to my back, she straddled my waist and leaned into her palms on my chest. Her thick hair cascading over a shoulder, she wiggled her bottom to grind over my cock. An inch away from my face, her warm pants tickling, she whispered, “Tell me who you’d fuck, Tyler. Any man in the world, who would it be? Tell me, and tell me exactly what you’d want to do to him.”

Growling from deep in my chest, I fisted her hair and yanked her down, crushing my lips to hers, our hands pawing at one another. So much for not getting sexual tonight. Violetta was about to get brutally fucked senseless.

Chapter 11

Vincent da Silva

“You sure you don’t wanna just be by yourself tonight?”