KNIGHT
Her full pouty lips pop open as she looks from the home I built for us, then back to me.
“What the fuck?” she whispers, but despite her surprise, she’s not scared. She knows as well as I do that I’m hers, that our DNA is genetically destined for one another. We’re mates, she’s mine, and I’m all hers. It’s why she didn’t flinch when I stripped her naked and bathed her. It’s why she knows that she’s mine to take care of now, and I will take care of her in every single way.
Slowing my SUV to a stop outside the garage, I open the house’s security app on my cell, unlock the garage, and activate the door, waiting as it slides open before I drive inside, telling the app to close it behind us the moment we’re parked.
From the outside, the house I built for us looks like a typical rustic-style home with a wide overhanging roof, only instead of being a single-story layout, our home is split over three floors. Unlike other log houses, from the edge of the property in all four directions and inside our home, the place is wired with a full security system that allows me to monitor anything bigger than a mouse that enters the perimeter.
Despite finishing the place three months ago, until today, I’ve continued to live in the house that was assigned to me on Jumpers Row. I didn’t want to move into Doll’s and my home until she was here with me. Now that she is, it’s time to take the next step in our lives.
I didn’t just decide today was the day to bring Octavia home on a whim. I’ve been planning this since the moment we met. I built us a home. I made this place safe for her, and I quit my job as a smoke jumper so I could devote all of my time and attention to taking care of her. I enjoy my job, but I don’t need the money, and I’d much rather spend all of my time with my wife and the babies I plan to make with her.
When I gave in my two weeks’ notice, Buck wasn’t happy about my decision to leave the team, and instead of accepting my resignation, he insisted that I take a six-month leave of absence with the option to come back to work after that time if I wanted to.
But now that I have her here with me in our home, I doubt I’ll be willing to let her out of my sight again. I know I’ll never willingly spend four out of every eight days away from her. But Buck is my chief, my friend, and my brother, and I was happy to acquiesce and take the next six months to consider my decision.
“Our home?” she questions.
“Yes.”
“I don’t understand. Why am I here? Where even is here? Why am I not freaking out more?” she asks in rapid-fire questions.
“You’re here because you’re mine. We’re on our property. It’s a little over ten thousand acres and butts onto the Barnetts’ property. I can’t tell you why you’re not freaking out, but I would assume it’s because you instinctually know that your husband won’t hurt you.”
“Husband,” she shouts.
“I believe that a monogamous, legally binding marriage will suit us best,” I inform her, confident she’ll agree.
“I don’t know you,” she shrieks, but despite her increase in volume, her body language is calm. She’s clearly surprised, but she’s not tense or anxious like she was before I took her hand in the car.
“What would you like to know?” I ask.
Her eyes go wide, and her mouth forms anOshape. I have the strongest urge to push two fingers into her mouth and feel her suck on them, but I resist the urge, adding the action to my list of things I think I’ll enjoy doing to her body.
For the first time in my life, I’m excited to explore more intimacy than just sexual release, and I’ve started a list on my cell phone of all the things I’d like to try. Both performing and receiving oral sex are in the top ten.
I’ve had women perform fellatio on me in the past, but the noises they made counteracted all the physical enjoyment the act afforded me. With my doll, I am confident I’ll find the action very enjoyable. I’ve thought about it a great deal, and I think I’d enjoy her lying with her head in my lap, simply holding my penis in her mouth, almost as much as her bringing me to completion by sucking on me until I fill her throat with my release.
My dick twitches beneath my pants, but I don’t bother trying to stifle it. It’s easier if she sees the proof of my arousal. She’s mine, so I’m sure she will be expecting a physical response to my sexual attraction to her.
“Husband. Marriage. Are you deranged?” she asks, her eyes wide.
“No, my mental health has been assessed many times by my previous employers and as part of my application to join the smoke jumpers,” I inform her.
“Then I must be the crazy one,” she says, slumping back into her chair, her lower lip wobbling as tears fill her eyes.
Unfastening my seat belt, I disarm the car’s security systems before climbing out and rounding the hood to get to her door. Opening it, I unfasten her seat belt, then lift her out of the car, encouraging her to wrap her legs around me the way she did when I arrived at her temporary apartment this morning.
I brace for her to fight me, but instead, she placidly holds onto me, silently burying her face into my neck. Closing the car, I carry her toward the door that connects the garage to the house, using the retina scanner to unlock it before I step into our home with her for the first time.
I’m sure social convention would tell me to show her around her new home, but I know that’s not what she needs. Closing the garage door, I rearm the security system and head for the stairs.
The house has five bedrooms and six bathrooms split over three floors. The master suite takes up most of the second floor, with an attached nursery accessible through a door on the far side of the room.
The feeling of rightness I experience as I carry her into our bedroom solidifies my decision to skip the tour and bring her straight here. Right now, she needs to understand our connection, and I’m confident the fastest way to do that is by joining our bodies together.
Holding her up with one hand, I start to unfasten the row of tiny buttons at the back of her dress with the other. Once the last one is open, I lower her to sit on the edge of our bed and drag her arms from around my neck. Clasping the hem of her dress, I carefully tug it up and over her head.
