Page 61 of Receiving His Mercy
“What?” Tyler asked. “What’s the problem?”
“You’re fucking naked is the problem. Will you put your dick away? Caren is supposed to be staying quiet, and not getting any shocks. Pretty sure it’s a shock to see a naked man walk into her bedroom with his cock flinging around.”
“Aww, bro, thanks for the compliment,” Tyler replied.
“What compliment you idiot?” Travis snarled.
“You just said that my dick is big enough to be flung around. Didn’t know that you’d paid that much attention.”
“Keep your eyes closed, Caren,” Travis told her. “I’m going to pick you up.”
Oh but she wasn’t sure she wanted to do that.
“Hey! Caren might want another look!” Tyler protested.
“She does not,” Travis said.
Uh oh, he sounded so stressed that she thought she better not tell him that she wouldn’t mind another peek.
She felt herself being lifted and carried out of the room.
“You can open your eyes now,” Travis told her as he carried her into the living room. “I can’t believe that guy! What the fuck does he think he’s doing?”
“Um, you can set me down,” she told him as he started to pace back and forth with her in his arms. He didn’t seem to hear her, though, as he continued to walk while holding her. “And I think he was probably having a shower.”
“In my apartment! He has his own apartment. In this damn building! So why is he here showering in my spare bedroom? Now I’m going to have to fumigate before you can use the bathroom.”
“I haven’t got fleas, brother,” Tyler said as he walked out dressed in just a pair of jeans.
“You also seem to be allergic to wearing clothes,” Travis snapped at him.
“What? You said to put my dick away and I did!” Tyler walked over with a smile on his face and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek.
An actual growl came from Travis. What was his problem? He was acting crazy right now.
Tyler didn’t seem bothered by his brother’s behavior, though. He straightened and winked at her.
“What’s up, Caren? Well, other than you. You going to let her down, brother? Or just carry her everywhere?”
“What? Oh, right. Sorry,” Travis muttered, carrying her over to the sofa and setting her down in the corner part so her legs lay out in front of her. “I’ll find you a blanket. Stay there. Don’t move.”
She let out a sigh. He was crazy. But he was also sweet.
Tyler moved to the kitchen. “Want a beer, Caren?”
“God, yes. Thank you.”
Tyler grinned at her as he returned with two beers.
“What about Travis?” she asked as he handed her one. He’d already taken off the tops.
“Oh, he doesn’t usually drink. Maybe a beer once in a while.”
But he had beer in the fridge?
“He keeps it here for us.” Tyler sat by her feet and leaned back, sipping at his beer. “So, what’s up?”
“Um, what’s up with you?” she asked in amusement.
