Page 66 of What Lies Within

Understand me.

Tyke slides a hand around to her front, leaning across her back a little as he does. His thick fingers find her clit, and our girl lets loose a guttural groan that would have a priest questioning his life choices. “You come, we do it together,” he states, circling her into oblivion. “I wanna feel her pussy choke the fuck out of my dick when she swallows you down.”

Rae pants, arms shaking with fatigue as she leans down to swipe her tongue across the head of my dick. She hums, lipssmacking at the taste of my pre-cum, and dives back for more, sliding her mouth until her nose makes wet little snuffles against my stomach.Shit.I place my hands beneath her shoulders and help her bear her weight as she devours my goddamn dick like it’s the only thing giving her life.

“Fuck…” Tyke’s fixated on her, watching as I slide in and out of those pretty pink lips. “You ready?” he croaks.

“Say the word.” I pant through my teeth, hissing in even breaths as I work to control my release.

"That's it, baby," Tyke croons, slowing for two, three strokes before he resumes with a slam that has Rae choke on my cock. "You can come now, Rae."

She fucking detonates, jaw slackening as her orgasm rips through her, yet the vibrations from her throat, the choked moans she makes, mouth stuffed full of my dick… I come, and I come fucking harder than I did when it was just the two of us, shooting my load down her throat. She gulps, slurping off my dick to take me down, the last jets of cum marking her swollen lips as Tyke roars his release behind her. His growl turns into a chuckle, pitch rising as her pussy milks his climax from him.

Shit—I know what that feels like, and I can’t blame the guy for literally going weak at the knees, his legs shaking as he pulls from her cunt.

Ain’t nobody can tell me we didn’t need that release. That temporary high to get us through this fucking thing called life.

Tyke’s hands slide past mine, still braced against Rae’s shoulders, as he takes her weight, helping her to sit upright. A small, sated smile curls her lips, a lone tear sliding free of one eye as she lets him position her on the sofa so he can retrieve a cloth to clean her up. Clean himself. Us.Fuck.

“You okay?” I slip onto the seat beside her and pull her into my lap, straddled sideways.

She nestles her head against my shoulder and nods, palm splayed over my heart.

I look up and find my big brother watching us, gaze fixed on the connection. An emotion flickers across his face, but he shutters it behind his stoic facade before I figure out what it is. Regret? Jealousy?

Contentment?Shit.I know that’s what it is for me. The sense that something is just… right. That we fit.

That the only place I want to be when the hours are quiet is with her in my arms, even if that means I share the time with the man I’ve always admired most.

“Here.” Tyke leans down, still naked from the waist down, and carefully shifts Rae’s leg to clean the mess he made. “Shit. You might want another shower, baby girl.”

"I think I might." She laughs silently, her chest shaking against me. "Is it okay if I do that now? I want to go see Maddie."

"Fuck, girl." Tyke laughs. "Think you can wait until my dick's gone soft before you talk about my daughter?"

She chuckles, audible this time, and pats my chest. “Sorry, guys.”

"Just sit a while longer." I wrap my arm around her tight. "Give yourself a minute." I don't fully trust that she won't crash when the high wears off, that reality won't rush in, trying to make up for lost time like it does for me.

And maybe my brother, going off the frown that twists his brow as he bins the soiled wipes.

“What you goin’ to do now?” I ask him, stroking Rae’s hair from her face as I do.

She watches him also, face turned his way where she rests, tucked beneath my chin.

"Need to talk to Marco." He pulls a fresh wipe out of the pack and whips it around his junk. "See if he knows what Deo is doing. Then I might ride out and meet Minion and Hammer, my boys."

Rae pushes against my chest, sitting straight on my legs. “What? Why?”

“It’s my job, baby girl,” he tells her softly. “My responsibility. As president, and as that assholes brother.” He sighs, stooping to reach for his jeans. “I should have done it right the first time. This is my fault, so my shit to clean up.”

"Don't go there," I bark at the asshole. "Don't you dare blame yourself for Fox's actions. You showed him leniency, and he was the fucker that took advantage of that."

“Got to find someone to blame when both my girls are affected by this shit.”

"I want to come with you," I tell him, easing Rae aside before I kiss her head.

“No.” Tyke jerks his belt through the buckle. “You need to be here. Fuck—after the shit with Sweetie, I’m looking at every fucker around here sideways. I need to know I’ve got somebody I trust looking after my girls.”

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