Trish’s soft, whispered question sent unexpected pain lancing through his chest. Why did the idea of her not wanting to be with him hurt so much? He’d always wanted a woman who would do as he wanted, as he said, and, while he’d been disappointed when things hadn’t worked out, when he’d been called too demanding, possessive, or controlling, he hadn’t cared that much.
Now, he’d taken Trish, turned her into his babygirl, given her pleasure, taken care of her needs, kept her safe. He’d been far more demanding, possessive, and controlling with her than he had in any of his past relationships with women, and yet the idea of Trish not wanting him, not wanting that, made his chest ache and feel empty, even though it had never really bothered him in the past.
“Or go home,” he said, firmly. There was no way he’d be able to tolerate her staying here. The only way to stay in the Wolf’s compound was to work for him, or to be with someone who worked for him. There would be no occupation for someone like Trish, who was far from being a soldier, tactician, or scientist—and the Wolf was unusually well educated in Earther history andculture, so he wouldn’t need an expert on the areas Trish was well versed in. And Jordan would kill any man or woman who tried to claim her for their own.
“Home?” She sounded confused.
“To the Moon.” He glanced at the timepiece on his wrist. The Wolf should be wrapping things up soon. Jordan could try to drag this out… or he could get it over with. “Alex and Bella will leave for the shuttle in ten minutes. You can go with them or stay here with me.”
It was an exaggeration. He didn’t know exactly when they’d be headed for the shuttle, and it was possible the Wolf would take longer with them than he’d planned—he probably wasn’t looking forward to letting them go.
But Jordan needed to know. He needed her answer.
“What would I do if I stayed with you?” Her voice sounded high and uncertain… but she considered it.
What did he have to offer? Just the things he’d been giving her. What he’d been doing. That was who Jordan was. He stepped closer, unable to keep from reaching out and touching her, fear that it would be the last time trickling through him. He caressed her cheek and cupped her chin in his fingers.
“The same thing we’ve been doing.” Which she’d liked. He’d made sure she’d come around to liking it. Jordan had seen the way she’d responded to his dominance, to his care… to having friends and being able to continue her studies, and to belonging to him. No longer his lonely little girl, no longer scared of him, no longer unhappy all the time.
Say yes, say yes, say yes….
“Be mine. Decorate my home. Sleep in my bed. Let me take care of you.”
He said the last like a plea. Jordan wanted to take care of her. Make sure she was sheltered. Fed. Pleasured, constantly. That her darker needs, the ones she didn’t like admitting to, didn’tgo unministered. There was something inside her that called to him; that had called to him from the beginning.
“Why me?”
Jordan struggled with the answer. It was a complex one; too complex for a man of few words who was unused to verbalizing his emotions. Finally, he settled for, “Because I don’t want to let you go.”
It was the truth. More than that, it was at the heart of his emotions. Since he’d taken Trish, Jordan’s life had been better, and he didn’t want to go back to the way things had been. He also didn’t like the idea of being separated from her, of her being on her own where he couldn’t take care of her. And he especially didn’t like the idea of her back on the Moon with their attitudes and supposed superiority.
A long moment stretched, agonizing in its length, and then Trish nodded. “I’ll go with you.”
Savage joy and triumph streaked through Jordan, unexpected and intense. He hadn’t been expecting that answer, at all. He would have let her go… but he would have gone back for her. Watched over her. Probably taken her again because he couldn’t bear the idea of being without her.
But he hadn’t expected her to choose to remain with him.
His fingers firmed on her jaw as he looked down into her guileless, blue eyes. He wondered why, but… Trish was the one who asked questions, not him. Especially not when he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer.
“Say it again, babygirl,” he rasped to be sure he hadn’t merely heard what he’d wanted to hear. His cock hardened in anticipation, eager to claim her.
“I’ll go with—” The little smile on her face slayed him, and he didn’t give Trish a chance to finish her sentence.
Jordan sealed his lips over hers, his desperation for her fueling his arousal as his cock sprang to full mast. Her mouthopened for his; her body soft in its submission beneath him as he lifted her up and pushed her back onto the bed, where he covered her body with his.
For once, Jordan didn’t bother to take off her dress; he just pushed up her skirt so he could grind the front of his body against her. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand and held her down, dominated her. Trish whimpered and squirmed beneath him with pleasure, and it took Jordan only moments to undo the front of his pants and shove his cock inside her.
She let out a little scream as he did, the wet tightness of her pussy quivering around him in shock at the invasion of his body. Possessive urgency rose over him. Jordan would take his time with her after this but right now… right now he needed to fuck her. Kiss her. Possess her.
The hard thrusts of Jordan’s cock were different than usual; so much less precise in their rhythm, as if he’d lost his normal control. His mouth devoured her, hand gripped tightly about her wrists, his hips moving against her as his cock slid in and out of her wet channel. Trish writhed and cried out beneath him, meeting his thrusts as she exulted in the loss of his control.
At his obvious relief and joy at her decision.
She wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels into the backs of his legs, and Jordan growled low in his throat.
The next thing she knew, he was pulling out and flipping her over so he could plow into her from behind. Trish was bent over before him on all fours, held in place by his hand pressing her wrists down into the mattress while his other hand held her hip to keep her lower body propped up to meet his thrusts.Trish moaned and cried out as her pussy burned with growing pleasure and the friction of his cock sliding in and out of her. Every thrust pressed his body against the base of the plug in her ass, sending delicious sensations ricocheting through her.
He’d changed positions because Trish had tried to take a tiny bit of control; tried to use her body to move his, and now she was in a position where the most she could do was back herself onto his cock.
