Page 74 of Forbidden Cravings

“Never with you around.”

“Mason, what’s going on? And what does it have to do with Ty?”

I sighed, stopping my motion and knowing I needed to deal with the situation. Tyson was bound to find out soon enough, and he needed to hear it from me. Ignoring the throb in my lower body, I pulled from Casey and rose. She whined, but I stopped her with a shake of my head as I fixed my pants.

Casey sat up, her eyes questioning me. She grabbed for her clothes, but I stopped her. “Uh, uh,” I said. “Keep them off. That ass needs a few handprints on it, and I plan to take it hard once I’ve marked it.”

The sigh that fell from her lips was glorious. Leaning over her, I kissed her, indulging myself once more before I dealt with what was likely going to be a blowup.

“Is that a promise?” Damn, she was something. My girl liked a good spanking, and I enjoyed doling them out and watching her break.

“Sure is. Now why don’t you get that ass in the air for me, so it’s ready when I return.”

She giggled, a sound that rippled through my heart, owning it further. “Then you’ll tell me what’s going on?”

“Only when my cum is leaking out of your ass, princess.”

Her moan set my soul on fire, and I forced her hands from around my neck, kissing them before I dropped them. Walking away, I realized just how much of me she owned now. It waslike there had never been a part of me that wasn’t hers, like I’d been waiting for her to return and claim it all these years. I peeked back at her, watching her snuggle under the blanket that had been on the back of the couch. I should have scolded her for covering her body up, but she looked too adorable, her curls spilling around her bare shoulder, her knees drawn up as she turned her attention back to the movie. Stealing one last look at her, I fortified my heart to being away from her, something I was finding more difficult by the day.

Tyson was in the home gym, pounding his wrapped fists into the punching bag, when I found him.

“Little late to be working out, isn’t it?” I asked, my hands in my pockets as I walked in.

“I’m keeping my mind from images of you taking advantage of my sister in the basement.”

“I wasn’t taking advantage of her; I was fucking her.”

He stopped, his glare lethal. “Asshole.”

“Better me than another guy, Ty.”

He shrugged, then returned to pulverizing the bag.

“What do you want, Mace? Must be something important to tear you away from Casey.”

I prepared myself, knowing I was about to ruin his night and an unforeseen number of weeks. There was no telling how long the façade would need to be in place. With the Bad Omens in the picture and the trouble brewing with Tirenti, there was a chance it would be at least through Riley’s wedding. Donelli knew the ruse of a marriage between Angie and Tyson would secure his family’s protection. No one would touch them if they were now merged with my family, especially not the Tirenti’s. But Angie was a handful, and Casey was the only one who could tolerate her for long periods of time.

Tyson stopped punching and looked at me, waiting for the words I was dreading to tell him. That I was cutting off hisplayboy ways and sinking him in a fake marriage with a woman he despised. There was no way this was going over well.

“It’s time you settled down, buddy. No more one-night stands or playing with the girls at the club.” His eyes creased, lines forming around his tightened jaw. He knew my tone wasn’t playful, that this wasn’t a warning to keep his hands off the employees, that there was more to it. I braced myself. “You’ve got a wife now and trust me, she’s not one for having the attention on anyone but her.”

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