“Isn’t that enough?” she returns.
Disregarding her sass, I keep poking. “Do you know who your mother had an affair with?”
She rears back, brow line furrowed as she grimaces. “Do you?”
“Yes,” I reply because I will be as forthright as I can with her.
“Fuck,” she gasps. “You’ve known the whole time you were here with me, and you didn’t say anything?”
“Don’t do that, Rena,” I warn. “You’ve held that information close to the vest too. We were a little busy figuring out what this was between us. But we’re talking about it now.”
She buries her face in her hands. “I don’t like to …” She grunts, pounding her fists into her legs. “I don’t know how to tackle this. I either attack things slowly—and by that, I mean pretend they aren’t true—or without thinking at all. Two speeds. That’s all I’ve got.”
“Okay. That’s helpful to know.” And terrifying, but I keep that to myself. “So, let’s do this: I’ll fill you in about your birth father tomorrow. Get you the answers you’re obviously out here to find. I don’t want to do it now and then leave you alone.”
She stares at me for a beat, her expression blank, until empathy seems to wash over her. “I won’t take off again.”
An indignant laugh pours out of me, miffed at the mere thought. “No. You sure won’t.”
“What’s that mean?” She peers around the kitchen, as though she has some sixth sense alerting her to precisely what I mean. “What were you two doing when I came out here?”
“Installing cameras,” I answer honestly.
“You’re going to watch me while you’re gone?” She strokes her forehead in disbelief, and we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff. “That’s trust for you.”
“Trust, like respect, is earned,” I volley, using similar words to what she texted me when she refused to disclose her location. “You fractured mine when you chose to play me and leave instead of discussing how you were feeling with me.”
“That’s bullshit, and you know it.” She jabs her nail into my chest. “I made my feelings abundantly clear. But you were set on taking the high road and getting the hell away from me. I don’t know why you changed your mind, but I know it happened because I was strong enough to leave when you weren’t offering what I needed.”
She’s not wrong, but I don’t volunteer that. Better to remain silent and see where she guides the conversation.
She tilts her head with a goading smirk, a few pink-and-blondestrands skimming her shoulder. “Won’t keeping an eye on me be a little distracting while you’re blowing up a houseful of assholes? I mean, how will you manage to look away, knowing I could disappear in a blink?”
Ahh. Now, we get to the good stuff.
“Valid point. I thought of that too, baby.” I step away and reach to the back of the counter, presenting her with the pretty bracelet I got for her. Okay, so it’s not particularly pretty. But it is black. And my girl likes black.
Her eyes bulge out of her head. “What the hell is that, Ty?”
No sense in tiptoeing around this since I’ll be clasping it on her shortly. “It’s like a house arrest ankle bracelet. If you leave the premises, it alerts me and makes an obnoxious, high-pitched beeping sound to annoy the hell out of you.”
She balks. “You’ve got to be freaking kidding me.”
“Nope.” I lean in close, caging her where she’s stiffly perched between my legs, and speak low into her ear, wetting the lobe. “You wanted me, Little Moon. You’ve got me. But I’m a little crazy, and the thought of you leaving here and something happening to you is enough to drive me clear over the edge. This is the solution for tonight. And after, I doubt you’ll ever be out of my sight.” I pause, allowing my breath to cascade over her neck, pebbling her skin. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“From one prison to another,” she mutters in her sultry warble.
“Yes.” I nibble her ear and inch my fingers into the leg hole of her shorts. There’s only a flimsy strip of fabric masquerading as panties to contend with, so I push it aside, cavorting over her clit in the rhythm I’ve discovered undoes her. “But I promise my prison will be a thrilling captivity.”
She blows out a ragged breath. “At least you’re telling me. That’s something.”
“Good girl. That’s the spirit.” I lick the seam of her lips, coaxing her into a kiss. “Find those silver linings.”
And because she’s fucking made for me, she relents, spreading her legs and pressing her mouth to mine until I rip off her shorts and panties and plant her feet on the countertop. I’ll never get enough of her exquisite pussy—pink with finely trimmed blonde hair. A bit swollen and throbbing with eagerness. Dripping.
Remembering my finished cocktail, I slide the glass over. “Your delicious cunt is weeping for me, but still sore. My tongue can remedy that.”
Her eyes widen with clear intrigue. My filthy little vixen.
