Scarlett hands me a blanket with tiny pink bunnies—the softest, most buttery-feeling thing in the world. I tuck Rayne into it, and she nestles into my arms. I have to say, holding my daughter is one of the greatest things. I didn't realize how much I would enjoy it.
“See,” Scarlett says sweetly, though it is still a triumph for her.
And I won’t really let her win.
“I do,” I say, looking up at Scarlett to see she really hasn’t finished buttoning her blouse, and her tits are still pert and supple. I can’t wait until she stops breastfeeding so that they can be mine.
We stare at one another for a moment, and I consider calling a truce between us, but Gloria walks in. She is a stout woman with a commanding tone for one so short and robust.
“Oh,” she exclaims, startled to see me, I’m sure. “Mr. Myers, I wasn’t expecting you. It’s time for the little Rayne Drop’s bedtime.” I cringe at the nickname; my child is no drop in anything—she is a surge, a deluge—but I let it slide.
“Right.” I stand up carefully and hand Rayne to Gloria after placing a soft kiss on her silky smooth forehead.
Scarlett kisses her too, on the forehead and cheek, and then Gloria whisks our child away.
“Say good night to Mommy and Daddy,” Gloria coos, and it strikes me.
I’ve never heard our names used together like that—Mommy and Daddy. I’ve been called her father or Dad separately from Scarlett, but not together, like a family.
“Good night, my little one,” Scarlett says, looking on at our daughter fondly.
She says good night so I don’t have to. Walking back to her room, I catch up with her.
“Let me take you back,” I offer, placing my hand just above her gorgeous ass.
“You mean back to my cage?” She inquires and offers me one of her obligatory glares.
“To recover from birth, a skull fracture, and a myriad of other ailments, Scarlett,” I bite out her name.
“Two months ago, Igor.” She rolls her eyes to add to my vexation.
“I certainly hope you grow up before our daughter does.” We are near her room, so I open the door and let her in.
“I hope I don’t; she already has one Crypt Keeper for a parent.” She saunters into her room, and I grab her by her fucking infuriating hips, swaying as they do so perfectly balanced against her gorgeous body.
I press her up against the wall, my cock digging into the silk of her lounge pants.
“Tell me not to fuck you.” I am suddenly desperate for her. I’ve abstained for too long. Two months is plenty of time to recover as long as I am not too rough with her. “Use that smart mouth of yours on my cock or command me to leave.” I place my hand on the back of her neck, unable to stop myself from touching her.
“Leave,” she barely whispers, and I kiss those snarky lips, plunging my tongue in, having no desire to hold myself back.
When I pull away from her, I drink in those dark blue eyes. “Now. I mean it.”
Chapter Twelve
Scarlett
That night with him at the masquerade ball was the only time I’d ever had sex. As soon as I found out I was pregnant, I didn't want to date, so I focused on my schoolwork and the ballet. Now that I am living with him, even though we are at odds, I crave Beckett's touch. I want to use his body. Well, I want more than his body, but with two months to think about it, I realize he is never going to be the kind of man I can forge a relationship with.
He hardly talks to me during my convalescence. He comes in several times a day to make sure I am taking my medication or have eaten a balanced meal, but he is a doctor; of course, he would. He checks in with me a few times to plan the menu, but I always feel more like his patient than his wife. Then, of course, there is the contract I signed which says I agree to divorce him in five years' time. I even have a date in May to seal the deal.
That makes me sad, but five years is a long time, and with him being such an ass, I think I’ll have to claw my way to the finish line. I understand he has no desire for a wife, and so I am being naive expecting that he would show me at least some decency or care. The extent of Beckett's interest in me is obligatory at best. Yet there he is with his tongue in my mouth and his cock stabbing my belly, and all I want to do is spread my legs and allow him inside.
“You have an IUD, right? We had one put in.” He pants in my ear as he starts to undo the belt on his trousers.
“Yes,” I pant too, but mine is more mocking. “Right next to the carburetor.”
“Cute.” His pants drop, and he hooks his thumbs into his boxer briefs, then off they go too.
