Page 41 of CurVy Forever

He’s trying.

I’m trying to forgive him.

I don't want Ty to interrupt them, just yet. "It's okay, Tyler," I talk into his ear. “It’s me.”

He thrashes in my hold, strong motherfucker jerks me around, blinded by his claim on her. Too insanely jealous to see how pretty she looks. I see it.

My cock is throbbing for her, but I’ll be inside her soon. "Look, brother. Really look. She wants him. Let our girl have what she wants."

"Mine." His demands are muffled into my palm. "Ours, Donnie. Ours!"

Yes.

"She still is.” I stifle my own need to lash out, too, convincing myself as much as him.

Really, I want to drag her away from Dexter by her ankles. Fill her whore mouth with my cock. I want to lock her in her cage, only allow her the pleasure of my touch through the bars, and only when she’s been a very good little pup for me. But she’s more than my plaything now. And she’s not my whore… Never was.

I’ll be hers.

She’s the beautiful woman that will heal us. “We own very different parts of her, brother,” I realise. “But she's our living breathing womanly version of the rabbit, Tyler. She'll keep us together.”

He stops thrashing and watches as she takes our big brother's hard thrusts, each drive of his hips throwing her upward, wrenching yelps and then moans from her.

Ty shakes his head. "Not him."

I talk into his ear again. "Why?"

"I don't know…" He spits out, the age-old feelings of being left behind still clinging to him, of being cast aside for money. But Dexter was just a child, too.

It's time to forgive.

“Are you hard?” I ask.

He groans. “Yeah.”

"Do you trust her?" I pose.

His teeth grind. "Yes."

"Then trust her."

The significant sign of warning comes as a humming melody through his tight jaw. “I want her,” he snaps.

"Look at her taking his cock, Ty." I sound in awe; perhaps I am. I just remember the rabbits.

It's the same tone I used when I was a child. And I pretended it was a miracle that the rabbits ended up right there when we needed them. I never told them that I caught them in advance. Just like I caught her…

“She's so fucking beautiful. Covered in dirt. Lips red from his kisses. Rocks and twigs grating her legs as he fucks her. She'll need to be showered after this. Dirty pup. Kissed and cuddled. Who do you think she'll want then?"

He exhales hard. "Me?"

"Yeah." I smile, though he can’t see it. "You."

He relaxes slightly. "She wanted all of her holes filled."

Really? I snap my gaze from the commotion on the ground ahead to stare at Tyler, not expecting those words. "What did you say?”

Within his gaze, the shadow of doubt and envy twists to thrill. "She got wet thinking about us, me and you, and I said, how many of you pretty holes can we fill? All of them? And she practically came right then, Donnie."

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