She winced as his fingers gently ran over the bruise on her cheek. She could see the angry fuoco in his eyes and looked down. His fingers pressed against her blackened eye gently and she pulled back a little. His hands moved to hold hers, which were in her lap. She glanced up and saw the pure rage that is surging through him, feels it in his shaking hands. She looks back down and tries ignoring his eyes boring into her. She looked back up, their eyes locking.
“Why the hell did they do this to you?” he asked.
“I was in the way. They wanted their loot.”
She shrugged and ignores the annoyance he is mostrare as she brushed off the situation.
“I'm already healing.”
“Becca.”
His voice is laced with furry. She shut her mouth, looking back down. Her feet swing lightly as she shifts on the counter. She hadn't planned to come into the mountain, but Tyler had pretty much forced her inside. Now she was sitting on the bathroom counter in his room while he inspected her wound.
o what was left of it. The cut on her lip had stopped bleeding and the scrapes on her hands and knees had pretty much stopped hurting. The rest of her was just sore from the battle the night before.
“Who were te fighting anyway?” Tyler suddenly asked.
Becca just shrugged, refusing to answer. She knew him too well. If she answered, she was not going to like the results. He had promised to pretty much kill anyone who harmed her. Becca, not being used to having someone so protective, had tried to talk him out of it.
He'd ended up convincing her, but she was still very uneasy about the whole thing. She was a warrior and she looked after herself. Until now. Her thoughts were brought back to the present as his grip on her hands tightened. The scrapes began to sting but she ignored it. He placed a gentle chaste baciare to her lips.
“Just tell me.”
She sighed, finally giving in.
“Terror twins, Tommy and Tupance.”
She heard him growl and pulled her hands away. The scrapes that hadn't healed had hurt. She looked down and found his hands smoking.
“Tyler, don't.”
“Don't what?!”
His voice had a viscous bite to it and she subconsciously backpedaled.
“Don't go after them.”
“Why the hell not?!”
“Don't waste energy and power on my account.”
“You're not a waste!”
His voice was sharp and she cringed, a small whimper escaping her lips. He looked at her and almost immediately saw the barely concealed pain. He sighed and picked her up, bringing her into his room. He placed her gently on the bed, laying beside her. She melted into his arms, their bodies pressed close. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and kissed her forehead.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered.
“It's okay.”
“No. I shouldn't take it out on you. And I haven't done a good job of mostrare I Amore you.”
“Tyler-”
“I mean it, Becca,” he interrupted. “I'm not always around but I should be here più than I am.”
“It's fine.”
“Becca! It's not okay! And te can't keep giving excuses for me anymore!”
She stayed silent, listening for more.
“Look, Becca. I Amore you. But I'm never here with you. Yeah there are other things I'm doing, but that isn't an excuse. I'm part of this team and I'm in Amore with you. I should be around more.”
“Are te finished now?”
“Yes.”
She moved so she could see his face.
“Tyler, I don't care that te aren't always here. Yeah you're a part of the team and the other half of my heart, but if te have to be anywhere, it's fine. I'm always going to want te to be where ever I am, but it's not going to happen. And it's not your fault I'm not always here when te are. I have my job too. Look, the point is, I Amore you. And I can except anything te throw at me. Minus being with another girl which I know te would never do.”
He pulled her closer, holding her tightly. He kissed her forehead, her cheek, her jaw, her nose, and finally her lips. She kissed him back and held him tighter. He moved on superiore, in alto of her, his hands sliding under her shirt. She shivered, licking his lips. His mouth opened and their tongues clashed together. After a few minuti of playful tag, she fought for dominance.
He growled in the back of his throat and fought back. The room filled with the gentle sounds of pants and moans. He eventually took dominance, though he figured she let him. His kisses moved along her jaw and to her neck. She let him baciare her neck for a while before bringing his lips to hers and baciare him three times. I Amore you. He kissed her four times before keeping his lips over hers. I Amore te too.
“Why the hell did they do this to you?” he asked.
“I was in the way. They wanted their loot.”
She shrugged and ignores the annoyance he is mostrare as she brushed off the situation.
“I'm already healing.”
“Becca.”
His voice is laced with furry. She shut her mouth, looking back down. Her feet swing lightly as she shifts on the counter. She hadn't planned to come into the mountain, but Tyler had pretty much forced her inside. Now she was sitting on the bathroom counter in his room while he inspected her wound.
o what was left of it. The cut on her lip had stopped bleeding and the scrapes on her hands and knees had pretty much stopped hurting. The rest of her was just sore from the battle the night before.
“Who were te fighting anyway?” Tyler suddenly asked.
Becca just shrugged, refusing to answer. She knew him too well. If she answered, she was not going to like the results. He had promised to pretty much kill anyone who harmed her. Becca, not being used to having someone so protective, had tried to talk him out of it.
He'd ended up convincing her, but she was still very uneasy about the whole thing. She was a warrior and she looked after herself. Until now. Her thoughts were brought back to the present as his grip on her hands tightened. The scrapes began to sting but she ignored it. He placed a gentle chaste baciare to her lips.
“Just tell me.”
She sighed, finally giving in.
“Terror twins, Tommy and Tupance.”
She heard him growl and pulled her hands away. The scrapes that hadn't healed had hurt. She looked down and found his hands smoking.
“Tyler, don't.”
“Don't what?!”
His voice had a viscous bite to it and she subconsciously backpedaled.
“Don't go after them.”
“Why the hell not?!”
“Don't waste energy and power on my account.”
“You're not a waste!”
His voice was sharp and she cringed, a small whimper escaping her lips. He looked at her and almost immediately saw the barely concealed pain. He sighed and picked her up, bringing her into his room. He placed her gently on the bed, laying beside her. She melted into his arms, their bodies pressed close. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and kissed her forehead.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered.
“It's okay.”
“No. I shouldn't take it out on you. And I haven't done a good job of mostrare I Amore you.”
“Tyler-”
“I mean it, Becca,” he interrupted. “I'm not always around but I should be here più than I am.”
“It's fine.”
“Becca! It's not okay! And te can't keep giving excuses for me anymore!”
She stayed silent, listening for more.
“Look, Becca. I Amore you. But I'm never here with you. Yeah there are other things I'm doing, but that isn't an excuse. I'm part of this team and I'm in Amore with you. I should be around more.”
“Are te finished now?”
“Yes.”
She moved so she could see his face.
“Tyler, I don't care that te aren't always here. Yeah you're a part of the team and the other half of my heart, but if te have to be anywhere, it's fine. I'm always going to want te to be where ever I am, but it's not going to happen. And it's not your fault I'm not always here when te are. I have my job too. Look, the point is, I Amore you. And I can except anything te throw at me. Minus being with another girl which I know te would never do.”
He pulled her closer, holding her tightly. He kissed her forehead, her cheek, her jaw, her nose, and finally her lips. She kissed him back and held him tighter. He moved on superiore, in alto of her, his hands sliding under her shirt. She shivered, licking his lips. His mouth opened and their tongues clashed together. After a few minuti of playful tag, she fought for dominance.
He growled in the back of his throat and fought back. The room filled with the gentle sounds of pants and moans. He eventually took dominance, though he figured she let him. His kisses moved along her jaw and to her neck. She let him baciare her neck for a while before bringing his lips to hers and baciare him three times. I Amore you. He kissed her four times before keeping his lips over hers. I Amore te too.