I’m quick to hide it with a shake of my head but he knows he’s won.
But I’m not going to show him what it did to me seeing him call mehis girl.
Chapter Nineteen
Ihave her again. And again.
The entire morning, I have her under me, on me, her legs spread or her lips parted with my cock choking her. I have us both sweaty and panting, bodies slick and sliding together. I leave more finger marks on her and the mark of my mouth beneath her left breast. I have owned her so thoroughly over the past several hours we have spent together, that she’ll feel me on her body for days to come, feel the soreness between her legs and remember it was me who made her feel that way.
I’m not sure she truly understands what she’s done by letting me have her body. Whether she understands she’s just signed her soul over to me. I don’t share. Idon’t let things go. When they are mine, there’s nothing and no one who can take it away.
She’s sleeping again now, curled on her side facing the window on her floor bed, her house in a state of disarray all around us. We are going to get this place where it should be, there’s no way she’s doing this alone.
But I am going to need to speak to Sebastian.
How do I explain it to him? What could I possibly say that makes this okay? She’s ten years younger than I am, he’s warned us, me, to stay away from her. And I know why he wants it that way, I know he wants to keep her safe and being with one of us makes her a target, just like it made Olivia, Malakai’s wife and Willow a target. Surely, he knows I’d never let anything happen to her though.
I can make him understand.
Slipping out of bed, I get dressed and head downstairs, grabbing the keys to my car but before I leave, I send a text to her phone to let her know I’ll be back.
The drive to Bast’s doesn’t take long and the entire way there, I can smell her. The scent of her shampoo, the lotion she uses on her skin, and I hope it stays with me. Everything about her intoxicates me.
I punch in the code to Bast’s gate and pull my car up beside his SUV.
He opens the front door before I can even get out, a baby cradled in his arms and distress written all over his face.
“What is it?” I demand, panicking as I check the little girl in his arms. She’s awake and seemingly happy although half dressed in what looks like a scrap of material covering her.
“I can’t fucking figure this shit out man,” He groans, “This shouldn’t be this hard!”
“What?” I frown, confused.
“Her fucking clothes,” He snaps, “There’s buttons and holes everywhere! I don’t know how to put it on her!”
“Where’s Willow?” I follow him into the house, listening to the quiet coos of his tiny daughter.
“Spa day with Olivia and I am not calling her.” He says sternly, “She deserves this break and she’ll fucking regret marrying me if she finds out I can’t even dress our daughter.”
“Not sure Willow would ever regret marrying you, but okay,” I reach for Hope, “Let me see.”
“You reckon you can do it?” He scoffs but he hands her over.
“Never said that but you’re tired man, new baby and all, maybe it’s not as hard as it seems.”
He laughs without humor, “I haven’t slept in six days.”
I cringe because I know how that feels but keep my mouth shut as I carry the baby over to the couch and lay her down on my thighs. I was terrified to hold herthe first time, she’s just so little and precious but I’m used to it now.
I tug at the material, trying to figure out what the fuck is going on and there’s so many pieces I’ve no idea which part goes where. What looks like it should be an arm hole isn’t and why the fuck is there buttons at the top and the bottom.
“Can’t you get her something else?” I ask Bast, “Surely you have other clothes for her.”
“Of course I fucking do,” He snaps, “But they’re all the same! Willow got them from some store in the city and only buys these ones!”
“And you’ve never changed her?”
“Willow doesn’t let me!”
