I didn’t think he meant anything by that, but I laughed so much he blushed and chuckled, and with a final wave he went back inside.
My smile wouldn’t stop as I went home to set up my surprise. I’d eaten lunch, cleaned up, and had even showered again, when I got a phone call at five o’clock while I was waiting for Flynn to get home.
“The Corolla won’t start.” His irritated tone had me on edge immediately. I wanted to fix this for him, but I couldn’t.
Flynn sounded so miserable I groaned. “It’s okay, I’ll come get you. Don’t worry.”
“It isn’t okay, this is going to cost too much fucking money to fix.” Someone in the background said something, and Flynn sighed. “That wasn’t me fishing for money, River. No, Judge is going to come get me.”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can. Please don’t worry about it.”
He hung up without another word, so I didn’t think he was going to take my advice.
It took me longer than I would’ve liked to get to his office, and when I pulled up next to Flynn in the parking lot, he got in with a sad expression slapped on his face. Other than the fact that he seemed ready to explode in a million directions, he was as handsome as ever, and I ran a hand along his shoulder.
He finally glanced at me. “I had the Corolla towed to a garage, but I might just sell it,” he said and slammed the door, then muttered something under his breath and tugged on his seat belt. “I’m sorry about this morning.”
“You should be, Rookie.” My tone was ice cold, and I surprised myself. I’d been more upset with what happened than I’d realized.
He slid lower in his seat. “Yes, Sir.”
“You’re not getting this, are you? You’re mine.” I reached over and squeezed his knee.
He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye but didn’t say anything, and that was fine. The drive home was strained and neither of us spoke. I wanted to say a thousand things to him, but instead I forced myself to stay silent. My words so far hadn’t done jack shit to convince Flynn I wanted him—and only him—so I needed to do something different. As his Dom, it was my job to fight off any of his fears I could.
My heart beat faster as I pulled into our driveway and parked. The house wasn’t very big and the white siding needed to be replaced, but it was home. I made sure to get out and to the front door first, unlocking it so I could go in ahead of Flynn. He was watching his feet as he came along the sidewalk behind me, and I thought maybe he did feel bad for the way he’d acted. He could’ve come over and talked with Fray this morning; he could’ve worked out with us, but he’d chosen to stay away until he needed to leave. That hadn’t all been on me.
At the doorway I stopped him with a hand on his chest, and his gaze immediately flew to my face. “Were you jealous this morning?”
He glanced away. “I’m sorry.”
“Answer me, now.”
“Yes, Sir,” he mumbled. His breath hitched and his mouth turned down on one side. He was miserable.
“Do you think I want to fuck someone else?”
His face flushed as his jaw tensed, and my gut fell. How could this still be on his mind? Hopefully I could chase those thoughts out. I grabbed his tie and tugged on it lightly until he followed me inside. His eyes widened as he took in what I’d done with the living room, and I closed the door.
“What’s all this, Sir?” he asked softly.
Without answering, I took off my sneakers, then bent and unlaced his nice shoes. I didn’t speak as he stepped into the living room and toward the circle of mirrors. I’d wanted a stool to put in the middle, but we didn’t have one. Instead I’d tossed down three pillows on a large, soft blanket. I dragged him to the center and turned him to face me. His beautiful brown eyes were huge, and his throat bobbed as he stared around at himself from every angle.
There were a thousand things I wanted to tell him, but I’d said it all before, and he still thought me talking to someone else for a few minutes at the gym meant I was going to leave him. I hated that. It was his issue, that was true, but if I could do something to help make it better, I was all in.
I stripped his coat and suit jacket carefully from his shoulders and folded them, setting them aside on the floor. I did the same thing with the rest of his clothes because he was very careful of everything he wore to work. He didn’t say as much, but he always treated his clothes as if they were glass because he worried about the money to replace everything. I hated that he had to think about something like that at all. Determination grew in me; I wanted to be his Dom, but more than that I wanted to help provide for him—for us. And I was going to make this work.
It would take a few years before we wouldn’t have to worry about basic things we needed, but I would make damned sure he could relax and enjoy his life.
“What are you thinking about so hard?” he asked as I slid his boxers down his thick, muscled thighs. He whimpered as his cock bounced up, and as I straightened, I stopped to press a kiss to his cockhead that had him gasping.
“You, and how much I want to be with you, and how happy I want to make you,” I murmured. His mouth fell open as I turned him and moved him to the pillows. “Sit.” My command was stern, and he was fast to cooperate. I stripped my clothes off, and he bit at the corner of his mouth as he watched me.
“Do you know I love everything about you?” I asked and sank to my knees. He smelled slightly musky, and I loved it. I didn’t care that he hadn’t showered this morning after he worked out. I had a tin of the lavender oil we both liked hidden under the edge of the pillows, and I pulled it out. He groaned and grinned for the first time this afternoon.
“Sir—”
“Do you?”
