Chapter 23 Tyson
TWENTY-THREE
TYSON
Our names are carved into her hips.
We’ve marked her, just as she asked, and I’ve never seen something so fucking beautiful in my life.
I expected her to hesitantly submit, but she shocked me, giving us complete control, and allowing herself to fall apart while we took what we wanted.
It’s the ultimate form of art, the connection between a dom and his sub, but Carter blows those expectations out of the water, especially as a first-timer.
Now, she lays between us, the tears still falling while she comes to terms with the emotional strings that were pulled during the session, but she’s never looked more perfect to me.
Everything about Carter fascinates me, but the trust she drops in the palm of our hands is my favorite thing, like she temporarily forgets who we are, and what we’re capable of.
“Tyson,” she whispers from the crook of Massi’s arm, her voice hoarse and groggy, but far from sleep, as I’ve learned from our nightly slumber parties.
“Yes, baby girl?”
“Will you do something for me?” She asks, sitting up until she finds my eyes, which are always searching for hers, whether she realizes it or not.
“Anything. You know that,” I answer, ready to throw myself onto a staked pit, effectively sacrificing myself for her, but realistically expecting something simple like getting her favorite snack before she falls asleep.
“Take me on a date? Jasper had me tonight, but I want to be yours, too. It doesn’t have to be perfect or fancy, but …” she rambles, attempting to defend the thoughts running through her mind, but I cut her off.
“Tomorrow night? I’ll pick you up at seven.” I kiss her forehead, watching as she opens her eyes into mine, the sweet girl that I know so well showing her most vulnerable side as her naked body rests in Massi’s arms.
“Thank you. Both of you, for um, taking such good care of me. You’re my … you’re my boys, and I don’t know how I got so lucky,” she sniffles, a telltale sign that she’s about to cry, but I refuse to let that happen, turning her until she’s facing me.
“We’re your boyfriends, Carter.”
“My boyfriends,” she repeats, her eyes slowly shutting as she soaks in my words, a look of content crossing her face as she fades in and out of consciousness.
Our activities tonight sucked the energy right out of her, and once we’re convinced she’s asleep, Massi tucks her under the blankets in the middle of the mattress, stashing her blade under the pillow exactly how she likes before we sneak out of the room.
“I know I fucked up,” he starts once we reach the kitchen, barely breathing before downing a shot and sliding the bottle across the counter.
“You gave them our weakness, yes, but it could’ve been worse.” I shrug, taking a drink straight from the bottle, forgoing a glass as I let the liquor burn down my throat.
“How so, Ty? I would’ve killed him if you weren’t there,” he says, a threat that I usually deflect, but actually am entertaining for once.
“Maybe that’s exactly what we should do.”
“You’re out of your mind. Where’s the level-headed Tyson who beats my ass after every dinner, hmm? Because this guy … nope, I don’t recognize him.” He stares right into my eyes, likely trying to see if I’m fucking with him, but I’ve never been more serious.
“Maybe I’m just thinking about how we get out, for good. You can’t tell me you haven't been thinking about it, especially because of Carter,” I say honestly, and he nods along, our thoughts echoing each other as we find ourselves on the same page.
“Do you love her?” He asks, catching me off guard, but I know what’s in my heart, whether he feels the same or not.
“You shouldn’t be asking me that.”
“I love her, Ty. I do, more than I ever thought was possible. But I need to know, do you love her, too?” He reveals a softer side that I rarely get to see, and when I look into his eyes, I know he’s telling the truth.
“Yeah. I love her, and for some crazy ass reason, I love her when she’s with you,” I confess, but Massi only smiles, something devilish as he downs another drink.
“Then let’s get the fuck out of this life, for her. Let’s burn it all down?” He proposes, and it’s the easiest question I’ve ever been asked.
“Let’s do it, brother,” I say, holding my hand out to his, and we solidify our plans with a handshake.
I don’t ask how, or who we should spare, ultimately deciding that none of it matters.
As long as the three of us escape unscathed, it’ll all be worth it.
We may be in the middle of a war, but attempting to leave the Family is the scariest battle we’ve ever faced.
Whatever my girl wants, she gets, and tonight is no different as we dress up for a date.
I’m thrilled to have her to myself for a few hours, but Massi’s been moping around all day, clearly jealous that Carter’s mine for the night.
Paying him no mind, I only focus on getting ready, and my meticulous planning has carved out a perfect evening for just the two of us.
Carter requested nothing too fancy, considering this is her first ever date, so I’ve kept it casual with dress pants and a quarter zip polo, ditching the suit I was initially going to wear.
Fastening the silver watch around my wrist, I note that it’s ten minutes until seven, and I quickly make my way to the kitchen, prepared to wait as long as it takes for her to be ready.
“Will you at least bring me home leftovers?” Massi huffs from the opposite side of the room, his pouty face not as charming as he thinks it is.
Before I can answer, the faint sound of heels clicking against the stairs steals my focus, my breaths hitched as she makes her way into the kitchen.
“Well boys, what do we think?” She asks, the same phrase she uses just about every time she gets dressed, and it never gets old.
Her outfit is all black, the fabric standing out against her tan skin as she smiles up at me, holding her hand out for me to take.
Rather than a dress, she’s wearing a low-cut long sleeved shirt, tucked into a pleated skirt, paired with fishnets and high heeled boots that almost reach her knees.
When her palm clasps into mine, my heart skips a beat, and I bend down, kissing her cheek as her eyes flutter shut.
The scent of her signature perfume fills the air, nearly bringing me to my knees, but it’s the way her hair is styled that almost kills me where I stand.
She put her curls into two tiny pigtails, the rest falling down her back, my absolute favorite way she styles it, and she knows it, a smirk crossing her lips as she watches me stare at her.
“You look fucking beautiful, baby girl. I don’t know how I got so lucky,” I say softly, a slight blush creeping along her cheeks as she accepts my compliments.
“You clean up well yourself, Tyson. Is he going to be alright without us?” She lowers her voice, motioning toward Massi, who looks like someone killed his cat.
“I can hear you. You look perfect, like my personal little nightmare,” he groans, finally acknowledging her and stalking across the room, immediately crashing his lips into hers.
If he’s trying to mark his territory, it’s not working, because she’s on my arm tonight.
“Behave yourself,” she whispers against his lips, opening her eyes to his, and I swear, they speak their own language, a deep connection that resides behind their brightly colored irises.
“Never, Principessina. I’ll probably spend my night sniffing all your panties because I’ll miss you so much,” he jokes, lightening the mood and reducing the tension.
“Of course you will, Stalker Boy.” She rolls her eyes playfully, wrapping her arms around his waist for a hug before rejoining me, her hand latching onto mine.
Once we’re in my truck, I pull a little surprise out of the glove box I bought her, something to spice up the evening, so to speak.
“Open it, baby girl,” I say, handing her the wrapped box as she looks at me with reluctance in her eyes.
“Tyson, you didn’t have to!” She shrieks, a smile bigger than the sky plastered on her face, one I’d do anything to keep there permanently.
The small vibrator reveals itself, and her eyes widen in shock, maybe even fear, and she swivels her head so fast, I’m afraid she gave herself whiplash.
“Is this … a vibrator?” She whispers, like someone is going to hear, and I can’t help but laugh at how innocent she still is.
“Yes, and I can control it right here on this app. You’re going to wear it at the restaurant,” I explain, and she mulls it over for a few seconds, a grin breaking out across her face.
“Will people be able to hear it?” She asks, her cheeks turning bright red as she tries to hide her embarrassment.
“No, only you and I will know.”
“Okay, what do I do?” She asks, unwrapping the box and turning the toy over in her hands, inspecting it like it’s going to bite her if she looks away.
Of course, I bought the black one, and already connected it to my phone, so when she slips it under her panties, she nearly jumps when the buzzing begins.
“Oh fuck, Tyson. I’m not going to last long, this is so strong,” she whimpers, clutching the door handle as I slowly crank up the intensity.
“You’ll do just fine. You’re my good girl, right?” I take her chin between my fingers, forcing her to open her eyes into mine.
“Yes,” she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper as her thighs shake against the seat.
“I can’t wait to make a pretty little mess out of you.” I press her lips to mine, thrashing my tongue against hers as she claws onto my shirt, hanging on for dear life as the toy works her up just for me.
Just as the first orgasm of the night crashes into her, I break our kiss, catching the moment the vibrator does its job as she writhes and cries, her perfect body struggling to come down until I lower the intensity, giving her a shred of mercy.
I’m attempting to break down more of her walls, to learn everything I can about the girl I’ve chosen as mine, and in turn, I want to give her the shit I keep buried deep in my soul, laying it all out in the open just for her.