Page 4 of CurVy Baby

“I’mClair de Luneright now, Vallie Baby,” Tyler says over my shoulder. “Smooth and in harmony.”

“Dex.” I hear Donnie’s deep voice summon me.

I release Ty and half embrace Donnie, tapping him on the back twice because a full-blown hug isn’t our thing.

“We have to talk,” Donnie says by my ear.

“Not tonight,” I state, not wanting to get into a debate about Vallie, Molly, or who they belong to.

Not right now.

“No, not tonight,” he agrees in a curt and unreadable tone. It means business, either way. Vallie is his wife, and I am going to have her begging for her daddy’s big cock… He knows it. I’m not sure if Ty does, but by the smile on his face, I’d wager not. “Tomorrow. When you get back from the hotel.”

Pulling back, our eyes meet, and his seem softer. His frown is not so weaved. Jaw not so tight with buried disdain. For a grumpy arsehole, he sure is fucking selfless. He has done everything for Tyler and our business, while I was too busy drinking and gambling. Now, it appears Vallie looks after him. That must be the gentleness I see in his expression. Or maybe…

It's his new little girl.

His… not mine.

I ignore Vallie because if I look too hard at those curves, well, it’s been five months, and I don’t want a hard-on right now. So, I squat before Molly.

Huddled to Vallie’s leg, gripping her hand. Uncertain.

“Hello,” I say. “Do you remember me?”

She nods once. “Yes, Mister.”

“You don’t have to call me that, Molly.”

“Okay.”

“Dexter is fine.”

She smiles softly. “We are getting McDonald’s for lunch. I get the Happy Meal. It comes with a toy.”

“That sounds delicious,” I say without thinking. A smirk hits my lips, my eyes darting to watch the crawling blush on Vallie’s neck.

I return my gaze to Molly andquickly. I didn’t intend for that word to be heated with an innuendo for Vallie. Clearly, I need to get something out of my system.

“May I join you?” I try again.

Molly’s brows knit. “What else would you do?”

I laugh and rise to my feet. “Very true.”

“Are you driving?” I ask Molly.

She giggles, the sweet sound skittering into my heart. “I can’t drive. I’m not aneetager.”

“Of course. Neither am I.” Finally, I look at Vallie, her blush glowing beneath her soft cheeks. “Hello, Baby Girl.”

Her eyes dart around, thinking. “Hi.”

Her blush grows.

Over the following seconds, I stare into her big brown eyes, noting speckles of caramel in their depths that I hadn’t noticed before. Or maybe I wasn’t paying enough attention. The sun brings forward the smaller details of her face: eyebrows that are both brown and blonde, a hole in her nose where a piercing once was, dark eyelashes that curl perfectly but for the far right one where they loop around and brush her eyelid.

Molly grabs my hand and draws my attention. I snap myself out of my daze and look down at her. She has golden hair, just like Vallie, but hers is natural.

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