Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos

Pretending to be upset so I could run away from Jasper and Rueben worked like a charm, but I'm disappointed they aren't chasing me around like wild beasts in heat.

The orgasm they gave me doesn't come close to scratching the itch that I have. In the past week or so, the only thing that is constantly on my mind is fucking, fucking, fucking, and then more fucking. It looks like the horny one here is me. Good thing the guys are more than eager to take care of me. And I need them right now.

While going back into the house and finishing what I started with Jasper and Rueben sounds tempting, I have other men to play with. Ansel and Mose left one hour ago to check the electric fence, and I don't know if they are back, which only leaves...Tyson.

Where can he be? Still in his office, organising it? Or...lurking in the shadows, waiting for me to fall in his trap?

My thoughts are...wild. A cold shower should help me cool off for a while. But I love that I'm no longer scared to be touched, at least by my men. If not for their patience, I would probably still hate sex.

My gaze roams around the lake. The view from the porch is absolutely breathtaking. Moving here was the best decision we made. For a moment I imagine two or three children roaming around, while I watch them, making sure nothing bad happens to them. The thought brings a smile to my face. One day, that will become real.

Tyson's office is several yards away. He's been in there since this morning. Now that I think about it, he hadn't had breakfast. Isn't he hungry?

I leave the porch and quickly make my way to Tyson's office. Before I enter, I knock once on the door, alerting him that I'm here. No sound comes from inside, so I assume he is lost in thought and probably didn't hear me, so I go inside. Just like I suspected, Tyson is staring at the monitor of his computer, trapped in the plot of his new book. His short black hair is dishevelled, and he has a five-o'clock beard, making him incredibly sexy. The t-shirt and shorts he's wearing leave all his hard muscles on display. But what makes him absolutely hot is the glasses he now has to wear when he works. His eyes never fully recuperated, but...so help me God, I want to climb in his lap and fuck him right now. Tyson finally notices me and lifts his gaze to me. His eyes shine with happiness. "I'm still working on setting everything up," he says, and I finally notice all the unopened boxes sitting in front of the bookcases, "but I stopped only to check something."

I close the door and go to sit on his lap. "You wanted to see how well your new book is doing?"

Tyson chuckles, making my heart leap. "Most reviews are positive." "Oh?" I breathe.

His head dips. "Even the readers who were angry that they had to wait for Dante and Selena's story are now saying the wait was worth it." His lips almost touch mine, his breath dances across my lips. "You know why?" I gently shake my head. "It's because of all your help," he says before his mouth covers mine.

My fingers lace through his hair, and we lose ourselves in the kiss. It's been hard to forgive Tyson. Harder than it had been accepting Rueben in my life. His tongue pushes past my lips, curling around mine. But I don't regret my decision, not one bit. I haven't told him this, but I'm falling in love with him. Not only with Tyson but with the others as well. All of them make me feel...alive, whole, safe, and happy. There are days when I think I'm dreaming everything because how else can I explain everything?

"Tyson," I say against his lips because that's all I can say for now. My heart pushes me to tell him what I feel, but my brain is holding me back. One day, I'll tell not only him but all of them how much they mean to me and how their love helped me be myself for the first time in my life.

Tyson kisses the tip of my nose and then my forehead before asking me, "Do you remember the short story you wrote and I put on my website?" "What about it?" I wonder.

"All those who read it want more."

He's probably exaggerating. I just wrote a quick, steamy romance encounter of several pages and Tyson is acting like I wrote a masterpiece. "I'm not good with words."

His warm palm cups my cheek. "You are. Do you want me to show you all the comments?" I shrug. "Look at this," he says, and my gaze goes from him to his computer. I start reading comments-to my surprise, Tyson didn't lie about them- while he takes out something from his pocket, "While you will always be my muse, I want to take our relationship to the next level." My pulse quickens as I stare at the little blue velvet box. Tyson opens it, revealing a necklace with a butterfly pendant. "Olivia St. Clair, do you want to write together with me?"

It's not the question I was expecting, but I do suspect being co-authors means more to Tyson than to me. He waits for my reply, his beautiful gaze keeping mine captive. "Yes," I say with all my heart and lift up my hair so he can put the necklace around my neck.

When the butterfly pendant rests between my breasts, Tyson says, "I love you so much," before kissing me again.