“You’re on,” I rise to the challenge. “I’m going to need to kick someone’s ass to get back into shape.”
“Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to keep that ass in great shape.” He reaches down and squeezes one of my butt cheeks.
“I think you’re doing a pretty good job already.” I lean in to kiss him.
“Mmm,” he agrees as he parts his lips and spears his tongue into my mouth. “It’s easy to do when your girlfriend is a gorgeous, smart, badass killer carrying your baby.”
“Those are your favorite trait’s, huh?” We roll around on the rug.
“Tight, wet, willing pussy is on top of the list, too,” he cracks, echoing a similar statement I made once.
“Touché.” I giggle.
“Feeling better?” He tucks some of my wild hair behind my ear.
“Much, now that I know there’s a depository underneath us.”
“Have a little faith in me.”
“I have plenty of faith in you. It’s everyone else I question. I have seen a lot of bad things, Baz. Lived through worse. I just don’t want to be blindsided.”
“Blindsided is bad, huh?” Baz frowns.
“Is that a serious question?” I look at him like he’s nuts.
“I don’t think it’s always bad.” He reaches behind him, sliding his hand under the couch where I can’t see.
My immediate response is suspicion.
Apprehensively, I watch as he produces . . . a bottle of lubrication.
I frown. “How long has that been stashed under there?”
“Since I bought it.”
I know exactly when he bought it. He placed it on the kitchen island a week ago when he went into town for groceries. I asked him what it was for, and he didn’t pull any punches. Baz told me point blank,“Anal sex.”
I played off the stress the term induced. I didn’t want him knowing exactly how uncomfortable the thought of back door booty makes me. Not many things rattle me, but that definitely does.
“If you want to worship in the forbidden temple, you have to prove yourself worthy.”It was a total bullshit line. I just wanted to avoid talking about the topic altogether, so I put the groceries away, grabbed the clothes he bought me, and vacated the kitchen.
Baz never made his fandom of anal sex a secret, and he definitely has an interest in getting in me. And, I’m sure if my past was different, there would be no issue. We’d probably have done it already. But my steadfast reluctance has prevented it. Baz tests the waters every now and again, but I always shut him down. It’s just a wall I can’t scale. It brings back too many horrific memories.
“Is this your subtle way of blindsiding me?”
“Sort of. But this isn’t what I meant to grab.” He tosses the plastic bottle onto the rug. I arch an inquisitive brow.
He reaches under the couch again and this time produces something entirely different. “Ah, there, that’s what I meant to get.” He holds his hand open, and in the middle of his palm is a little black box. I stall as I stare at it.
“How did you confuse plastic with velvet?” It’s a stupid, knee-jerk response, because I am definitely blindsided now.
“I didn’t. The lube was just a segue.”
“Segue?” I never take my eyes off the pretty velvet box with a jeweled button on top.
“To hopefully proving myself worthy.”
Oh, my God, he took me seriously. “You’re giving me jewelry to worm your way into my ass?”
