He stared at me, his shock palpable in his stuttered breath. “Why?”
“He’s my gift to you.”
“Because I can’t have my own children?”
“No.” I rolled a finger along his bottom lip. “Because you complete me.”
“And I’m about to complete you in more ways than one.” His smile was wicked, one I’d come to love.
Although I grinned, I couldn’t ignore how my body felt. My muscles tightened. My heart thrummed a faster pace. My body filled with an overwhelming warmth I know had nothing to with room temperature. “Bring it, old man.” Grabbing me around the waist, he brought me into his body for another long, drugging kiss until a stupid question jumped out of nowhere and I pulled away from him. “So, are we a couple, or am I allowed to fuck other people.”
“You can fuck whoever you want.” He nipped my chin.
“Really?” His nonchalance sparking an irritation I didn’t understand.
He lifted his head to look at me. “I told you, I won’t change you.”
“Yeah, but does that mean you get to fuck who you want too as well?” Jesus, when did I become a jealous fuck?
“Do you want me to, Rayden?” His voice dipped, his eyes flitting over my face in that subtle scrutinizing way he possessed, like he could read minds.
Lowering my gaze away from his, I swallowed, trying to compose myself. Everything that had been happening with me lately, was so out of character for me. I was aggressive, arrogant but possessive and jealousy wasn’t something I was familiar with. “No,” I muttered.
“Then I won’t.”
“Is that easy for you to commit? How can you be sure?”
“Rayden.” He sighed. “Being with me won’t be easy, but I can promise I will be all yours. I love you and you’re the only one for me. You on the other hand are young and have your whole life ahead of you to decide if I make you happy or not. And I will always respect your decision. I’m not a boy, I’m a man. And a man knows when he’s taken for the rest of his life.”
“And you’re happy with just being with me for the rest of your life?” I sat up. He stood and walked away, his shoulders stiff. I suddenly regretted my words, my skepticism. What the fuck was wrong with me?
After a moment’s silence, he neared me. “Why do you sound so unsure of me? Did I do something to give you a reason to doubt me?”
“No.” I kept my gaze on the floor, chewing the inside of my cheek, unsure what had come over me.
“Hey.” He lifted my chin so I could look at him. “I get it. You’ve had your heart broken so many times, you’re scared. I promised you I’ll never break you and I’m a man of my word.” He crouched in front of me, resting his hands on my thighs and looked up at me. “Learn to trust me, Rayden because I don’t have any more of myself to give you. Fuck, you already have every part of me, wholly. When you’re ready to walk away because you can’t do this anymore, just remember, putting me back together again, won’t be easy. But I’d rather die than keep you against your will.”
“That’s not fair,” I muttered.
“What? That you’ll break me, if you walk away?” I nodded. “Would you prefer that I lie to you?” I shook my head. “Then accept it for what it is.” He chuckled. “Anyway, once I suck your cock, trust me, you’ll be ruined for anyone else, man or woman.”
I couldn’t decide if it was arrogance or confidence, but I love it. “So you’re going to suck my cock,” I asked with a cheeky smile.
“Yes.”
Just the notion of his mouth on me, had heat bursting through my spine. “Now.” I must’ve come across like an eager beaver, I didn’t care. This man did things to me which I found seriously hard to understand.
“No.”
I frowned. “Why not?”
His chuckle was low. “You’re not ready.”
“Seriously, I have to be ready for that.”
“Trust me? You do and once I’m done—”
“I know, I’ll be ruined,” I scoffed.
