Chapter 13
Melody
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I’m nervous as we pull up to the mansion. It’s monstrous. “Are you sure this place isn’t haunted?”
Brody shrugs. “I haven’t seen any ghosts yet.”
“But it sucks people in and doesn’t let them leave.”
He grabs my hand. “We’re not staying, baby. Not indefinitely. I have to get back to San Antonio.”
I turn toward him. “Yeah, we need to discuss that, Brody.” He can’t just bark orders about every part of my life. Maybe when we’re naked, but not every aspect of life.
He lifts my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles. “Though I fully intend to run roughshod over you in the bedroom, I can’t unilaterally decide where we’re living. We’ll discuss it, baby,” he explains gently.
I lift a brow. “An actual discussion between adults? I can’t believe we’re even having this conversation. We met yesterday.”
“We didn’t meet yesterday. We’ve known each other for two weeks.”
I roll my eyes. “Semantics. And you can’t really say we met two weeks ago because I didn’t tell you my name, so it doesn’t count.”
He grins. “Baby, it counts because you’ve been masturbating to thoughts of me since then.”
This is ludicrous, but I have to laugh.
“Shall we go inside?”
“I guess.” I shouldn’t be so nervous. I know all the women who live here. But this time, when I see them, I’m a hell of a lot closer to being one of them.
“I’ll come around to help you. Sit tight, baby.”
At least I remember to remove my seatbelt. When my door opens, I turn toward Brody and set my hands on his shoulders so he can lift me out of the truck. “This vehicle is too high for me.”
“I think it’s perfect. It gives me an excuse to touch you every time we go somewhere.” He slides his hands under my arms as he sets me on my feet. “This dress is fucking sexy, by the way.” His thumbs reach out to graze the sides of my breasts. “You’re not wearing a bra, are you?”
“Nope.” My nipples are stones, but when I glance down, I’m pleased to see no one will be able to tell under the smocking.
“Please tell me you’re wearing another pair of those white panties.”
I giggle. “It’s all I own. If you want me to wear something sexy, we’ll have to stop at a lingerie store in the city tomorrow.”
“We can buy all kinds of sexy clothes, little pixie. Anything you want. But the innocent white cotton makes my dick all kinds of hard.” He lowers so he’s squatting in front of me, tips his head back to look up at me, and eases his palms under my dress.
I jerk my gaze to the back of the mansion where he parked. Luckily, we’re hidden by the open car door. I don’t think anyone can see us, but my face heats anyway.
My breath hitches when he lifts my hem just enough to satisfy his curiosity. “Yeah, sexy as fuck.”
I shove at his arms, hoping he’ll stop teasing me. Besides the fact that we might get caught, he’s making my panties wet. “How come you get to cuss, and I get threatened with a spanking when I do it?”
He releases my dress and stands. “Because I’m a man, and you’re a little pixie,” he growls, his voice comically deep as he pats his chest like Tarzan.
“Good grief.”
Brody shuts the door, threads his fingers with mine, and leads me to an entrance at the back of the mansion. We step into a giant kitchen, and I’m shocked to find everyone waiting for us. It’s so overwhelming.
The women all rush over to me, shove Brody out of the way, forcing him to release me, and then fight to hug me first.
