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~Tyler’s Point of View~ Who the hell is this Winnie?? She comes in here looking like a damn southern belle with her weird dress that does not in any way fit in with LA even if she looks beautiful. She’s got red bottom heels with a purse that’s easily five grand. I only know from having bought many ridiculous gifts for dates. Her luggage was also Louis Vuitton which was bizarre. Who is bankrolling her? It’s all a bit suspicious for me. I’ll immediately demand Vic look into her, full background check. Though she probably doesn’t even have a driver’s license or social security card if she’s from this weird island. I rub my face and stare out the window at the two of them still talking on my patio. Why did I leave? Oh yeah, because my body was freaking the fuck out and being a damn chick. Watching her with my Scotchy was like my ovaries dropping eggs. She barely even looks at anyone else, maybe my housekeeper when she’s cooking. She’s always been my baby, and the fact that she went t
~Winnie’s Point of View~ “No I can’t talk to your dog,” I laugh, my belly practically hurting with the very idea. Though I had to wonder if a telepathic fairy could pick up on emotions or perhaps thoughts. I’ll tuck that away. He doesn’t look convinced by my response and his face looks beyond sexy. Then again, I’ve been around this backyard with him all night and there hasn’t been a single second I haven’t wanted to jump his bones. Goddess help me. I already had promised that later this week I’d take him to Atlanta to meet Grace. I can’t even begin to imagine how incredibly lonely he must have felt all these years not knowing there are others like him in the world. I feel beyond blessed and lucky to have had such a close family. To have older brothers that are always there for me and have always been there to teach me any and everything. Until they weren’t. The day they left was devastating to me and while I do have other siblings they’re not Jack and Finch. I yawn and stretch
~Tyler’s Point of View~ “We killed it! Killed it! Guaranteed Oscar performance,” I rave, though I could give a shit about the awards. Suddenly I’m filled with the need to make this happen for Winnie as much as I want it for my career. Not to mention I’m desperate to see what they offer me to sign on. This role is exactly what I need to be taken seriously as an actor. Hawley is strong but sensitive and caring. He’s a beast in bed but also in the wild, determined to prove he’s just as much of a bad ass as any hybrid. That’s already how I feel looking at Winnie. I’m suddenly more overprotective of her than I’ve ever felt over anyone. I hear the low growl of her stomach and decide I’m not ready to go home. We need to celebrate. The five people who were in the room as we filled it with our magic, our hot and intense chemistry were absolutely fucking blown away. Audition my ass! That’s how you fucking do it! Be the first one in, kill it and get the roles on the spot. Tyler Hudson auditi
~Winnie’s Point of View~ *Hmm, so good. I mean maybe not as tender as I’m used to…* Hailey moans, tearing apart a raccoon. I hear footsteps in the woods, and the sound of a dog trotting. *He’s looking for us, sooo cuuuute! He likes us,* Hailey coos, as she pulls another piece of meat. I swoon just thinking about it. I shouldn’t have, but when I went upstairs to get undressed I searched online whether or not he has a girlfriend. Basically … no. But there were hundreds of pictures of him with women. “Hollywood’s serial bachelor.” Apparently there was also a film he did a few years ago where he played a gay male in the army and he kissed men and had sex scenes. So yeah, there’s a definite rumor mill about whether or not he’s in the closet. Is that something I can just ask him? *Why not! We deserve to know,* Hailey says, matter of fact. In the scene we did today, we should have kissed. We were literally right there, lost in each other’s eyes and in the moment. Inches apart. Then e
~Tyler’s Point of View~ “Let’s move in the house,” I whisper, finally pulling away to catch my breath. My dick is literally inches from thrusting inside her, it’s suddenly all I can think about. There’s never been a time, even my first time when I was fourteen that I’ve not assumed a woman is just using me. They always want something, always. There hasn’t been a female who hasn’t asked me for money, for gifts, for help with their career. They want a picture with me to post online. Winnie obviously doesn’t need money, that’s a huge plus. She really doesn’t need to work or need a career. So what’s her angle? We both get out of the pool naked, and I certainly don’t miss the color in her cheeks when her eyes scan my body. I hate to admit I’ve seen shifter porn but at this point, who hasn’t? Those guys are not only ripped but they’ve practically got elephant trunks that put human porn stars to shame. There’s no way she couldn’t get one with the snap of her fingers. I know my dick is mor
~Winnie’s Point of View~ I’ve never had very vivid dreams but last night it was as if Hailey was personally controlling everything. Dreams of pups, running and playing. They have Tyler’s green eyes and my thick brown hair. They’re a bit mischievous like Finch and I adore it. But does Tyler even want kids? Human males his age are not even remotely thinking about families, settling down. He’s completely career obsessed. How can I fit into that world let alone with a family? Not to mention he’s a whole world away from where I live. Where I need to be to feel whole and at ease. Even Atlanta is half a country away. I pop my eyes open to find I’m alone, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit it stings. But I remember him from yesterday morning and realize he’s probably working out. The bedside clock shows it’s just past 9am. His bed is impossibly soft, the sheets are silk against my skin. Who knows, maybe they are actual silk. Whatever they are, they’re him. His musk and his warmth still wr
~Tyler’s Point of View~ We make all the introductions and go through all the motions of small talk, even having dinner. Grace has a cook like I do, but with all these kids I’d say it's more for their sanity than anything. Three of them had to eat different things from what we did, and I assume it's just easier than a fight. Because I was that picky kid, and thankfully the staff were instructed to do as I said, even before I was in kindergarten. “I called in the babysitter for the night, she’ll get the kids to bed so we can talk. If you have a million questions, throw ‘em at me! I wish I could have had someone to ask outside of these two. Though now I’m actually close with my father’s mistress who is a shifter, but that’s another story,” Grace says, as we move into the family room. I raise my eyebrow at her omission. I love how open and friendly they all are, and it’s not fake. It’s not forced. They’re not afraid to show me that no matter how much is in your bank account, everybod
~Winnie’s Point of View~ “Hi,” I whisper, as I open my eyes to see Tyler’s green ones staring at me. Pure happiness fills me and Hailey is so content she’s still sleeping away. The feeling of his warm skin under mine is all I want forever. He is mine, and I am his. “Hi beautiful,” he says, rubbing my back. I can hear the pups already awake, I can feel the connections of my brothers’ animals, they’re up too. But this moment is so perfect I can’t let it end. “This must be what Christmas morning feels like to a human child,” I whisper, as he grins. “This Christmas will definitely be…” he trails off as his face changes. I look at him in confusion. “I… I completely spaced on using a condom last night,” he whispers. My eyes grow wide, realizing the gravity of his words. I hadn’t noticed either, I was so damn excited. Is he mad? “Ohh, uhm, well my fertile time isn’t until next week but…” I say, as Hailey wakes up like a drunken sailor. *Hi ho! Morning,* she chirps. He gives a dry l