Tyler Locke 소설 & 이야기

As for Tyler, since we did date for three years, I was nice enough to share a little secret with him. I visited him in prison a week after his sentencing. He looked broken, hollow. "I have some interesting news about Lynette," I said through the glass partition. Tyler looked up with dead eyes. "What?" "Lynette's autopsy showed she was pregnant - two months along. DNA test confirmed it was your kid." The color drained from Tyler's face completely. I laughed my ass off: "So you two were hooking up the whole time? And here I thought you were just friends."

His hand stroked my hair almost gently while his cock continued to twitch in my wrecked hole. “You’re mine, Jamie,” he murmured against my ear, his voice low and dark. “No matter who else wants a taste. This ass is Daddy’s property.” I shivered, completely spent, covered in cum, and already terrified and excited — about what would happen next with Tyler. This secret had just become a thousand times more dangerous and God help me, I love it.

“Tyler, You are sentenced to 30 lashes for your crimes against the Blue rock pack. After your sentencing You, your mother and your sister who forever banished from our territory.” Tyler’s smirk gone, replaced with horror. Leah weeps. Karen rages. But Papa raises his hand. “Choose now, Tyler, me or Tucker. Which of us do you want to fulfill your punishment?” The world seems to hold its breath and then Tyler says, “Tucker.”

“It can be. That’s good information. Are his people the same way?” “Mostly.” Kent responds. “His beta, and I use the term loosely, is a man named Tyler Lorch. Big muscles, tiny brain. He tends to beat people up and throw himself into his work. Tyler and everyone in the pack do whatever Rollo says. Don’t worry about taking notes. I have files on the Olympic Howlers that you’re welcome to pore through.”

Though my ears were listening into every corner of the room. Ex-convicts exchanging gums and cigarettes. Talking about their stomach grumbling. Ken assists and reassures Rick of the situation, hoping it won’t need to elevate. Tyler’s shaky voice tries to articulate what he was doing as he adds ‘I am not going to die’ in between. With me in charge some people might still be alive but I can’t promise that when Hugo arrives. He has ways with which I can’t compete. “I’m done,” Tyler announced as I looked at him and his work.

This door didn’t have a keypad on it but a dead bolt and then a pad lock. “I think I can handle this one.” Tyler said as he ripped the pad lock off the door like it was nothing and then moved his hand to the dead bolt to unlock it, but before he unlocked it, he said, “Lena and Lexie stay behind us men. We don’t know what lies on the other side of this door.

“I know I said I’d come out soon, but… I don’t think it’s going to be that soon anymore.” I blink at him. “That’s not funny,” I say, my voice strained. “Luke, what the fuck?” “Tyler killed himself right after coming out publicly,” he says, quietly. “And it got me thinking—about how hard this could be. How bad it could all go. I don’t think I’m ready for that.” I stare at him in disbelief. “So you’re just backing out?” “I’m trying to focus,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. “On hockey. I can’t risk distractions, not right now—”

Bodyguards. “Let me introduce myself properly.” Tyler said calmly. “I’m Tyler Miller.” Dennis’ face drained of colour. “And since you like names so much,” Tyler went on, “I know yours very well. Dennis Blackwood. Your company has been begging mine for funding. We were supposed to have a meeting today.” He paused. “But from what I’ve seen, there won’t be any deal.” Dennis’ lips trembled. “Tyler… Miller?” he whispered. “Mr. Miller? I…I had no idea.”

“So, what can I do?” Tyler shook his head. “Nothing. You need to rest. You’re the reason he’s fighting this hard. Don't add to the stress.” His words—you’re the reason—were a heavy weight. I knew he meant it in a bad way. I was the secret. A sharp alert flashed across Tyler’s vision. He froze, then shoved his phone into his pocket. His face drained of color. “What is it?” I asked, moving closer. “Lydia is at the gate. She arrived unexpectedly. Her father isn't with her.” Tyler ran a hand through his hair. “She’s alone, but she brought her bodyguard. Victor.”

Felt how swollen I was, how slick. Waited. The door creaked open around one a.m. No knock. Just the soft scrape of wood on wood, then the faint click of the latch. Tyler stepped inside—shirtless, gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, the outline of his cock already thick and heavy against the fabric. Moonlight carved sharp lines across his chest, the faint trail of hair disappearing into his waistband. He didn’t speak. Just closed the door, locked it, crossed the room in three steps.