Page 25 of Daddy Detectives: Episode 2
“Probably his brother,” Jerry says.
Tyler flips Eric onto his belly and pins him down with a knee to his lower back. He pulls out his phone and calls 911. While he’s talking to the dispatcher, he glances up at me. “Did he hurt you?”
“No. I’m fine.” I’m having trouble catching my breath, and my head is spinning. That’s when I remember the note I found in the mailbox. It’s lying on the ground where it got trampledwhen I tried to keep distance between this creep and the babies. I grab the note and hold it up for Tyler to read. “This was in our mailbox.”
As Tyler skims the page, his expression darkens. He glances down at the man on the lawn. Eric Sharp is groaning as he starts to wake up.
Tyler scans me from head to toe. “You sure you’re okay?”
“I’m okay, really. Just shaken.”
The faint wail of police sirens grows louder by the second.
“Why don’t you go inside and check on the kids? The cops will be in shortly to get your statement.”
I smile at my superhero. “You must be sick of coming to my rescue.”
“Never,” he says, his gaze boring into mine. “Now, go inside, Ian. Please.” He’s using hisI’m-the-boss-so-do-what-I-sayvoice, which is a total turn-on.
“Whatever you say, dear,” I say as I start walking up the drive to the front door, where Kimi is waiting anxiously.
* * *
Eric Sharp is taken away in an ambulance. The police come inside to take my statement. Tyler, Jerry, and Kimi give theirs.
After a brief investigation, we learn that Eric is indeed Gary’s brother, and that they were both in on the blackmail scheme from the beginning. When the cops go to the hospital to interview Rhonda, she says she didn’t even know Gary had a brother.
“Is this finally over now?” I ask Tyler as we’re lying in bed that night up in our rooftop sanctuary.
“I think so. I certainlyhopeso. At least we know Gary Sharp has no more siblings. But until we know for sure, you still stayin the house with protection. And you won’t leave the house without me. Is that clear?”
“Yes,dear,” I say as I roll toward him and kiss his cheek. “Whatever you say.”
He smacks my bare ass. “Don’t get smart with me.”
I can’t help smiling. “What will happen if I do?”
Tyler grins. “Try it and see.” He rolls us so that he’s lying on top of me, our erections nestled together. He kisses me, deep and slow, the kind of kisses that go on for ages. His tongue strokes mine, and his fingers pinch and tweak my nipples, making me squirm. His hand slides down between my legs to cup my balls.
“Tyler,please,” I beg.
And then he gives me what I need—his fingers wrapped tightly around my cock. My precum is dripping, easing his grasp. He spits in his palm, then slides his fist down the length of me, from base to tip. He strokes me until I’m half a heartbeat from coming, but then he backs off.
I groan. “Not fair!”
“Patience, baby,” he whispers. “Patience.” And then he’s sliding down the bed to kneel between my open thighs. He grasps the base of my erection and draws the rest of me into his hot, wet mouth. He sucks me in deep, stroking me with his hand and tongue, driving me absolutely wild until I’m a whimpering, panting mess.
When I feel his slick finger slide into my ass, stroking me in just the right place, I see stars. The pleasure is too much, all the stroking and licking and teasing. I cry out, loud and hoarse. A moment later, I’m coming, my spunk pumping into his hot mouth. He swallows every drop as his finger slides in and out of me, drawing out my orgasm.
By the time Tyler rolls me onto my belly and pushes into me, I’m a puddle, all sensation and boneless pleasure.
“You’re mine,” he growls quietly into my ear.
“Yes!” I gasp, struggling to catch my breath.
“Mine to love. Mine to protect. Mine to fuck.”
“God, Tyler! Yes!”
