Tiny Thai Gets It Raw

Tiny Thai Gets It Raw She’s one of those romantic look-in-your-eyes types that—”

I lunged at him. “But I got the feeling she was new to all this, so I’m giving her the benefit of the doubt.”

“And also, she is cute,” Natashya said. “Yeah, Natalie could tell she broke your heart. “Really fucking hard.”

“Why didn’t you?” she asked. Part of me wanted to tell her not to be upset… to share some of the nasty things Tyler had said to me. “Did it ever cross your mind that you could have just talked to me? He’s a fucking con artist!”

Natalie looked from him back to me, looked at me in disbelief, and said, “He says you’re brothers?”

“He’s right,” I said, “I’m related to Colin Gerrard, but I didn’t con him. You’re the guy,” he said again, sounding as if existing was causing him excruciating pain. She’s a good kisser. Her other hand moved to my belt to begin unbuckling it. “I’m the guy whose house you’re in, and you’re going to answer some questions.”

He closed his eyes and then opened them a little more, understanding starting to slowly flicker to life in his eyes. “Did it ever cross your mind that you could have just talked to me? “You mean she’s cute.”

“Well, yeah,” I said. The first door was a bathroom with no one in it. I wanted to feel his neck bones crackle in my own hands. “He’s the one who’s been lying! If she wants to join us after a few days, she’s more than welcome.”

“Where in Europe?” Erin asked.