“No.”
Wait–what?I don’t even react, it is so not what I am expecting.
I start to pull away, but he keeps me close.
“You’re not going to be my boyfriend,” he continues, gripping my chin with his stern Daddy hold. “You’re going to be my fiancé.”
All the air leaves my lungs at once and I pounce on him, smacking lightly on his shoulders and chest. “Don’t fucking scare me like that!”
I’m acting angry, but I can’t stop my smile from growing.
He just lets me have my tantrum, holding my waist to keep me on top of him until I lean down, hands planted on his pecs.
“So you wanna get married, huh?” I tease. “Maybe I won’t say yes, did you ever think of that?”
“You’ll say yes.”
“You sound so sure.”
“I can get you to scream that word for me whenever I want,” he boasts, and I open my mouth to snark, only to snap it shut because shit, he’s so right. He totally can.
I’m too exhausted to get horny again so soon but his threat–his very valid threat–makes me warm inside.
“Yeah, okay,” I say breathily. “Let’s get married.”
He grins up at me. A small one at first, his usual subtle curve at one corner of his mouth. But it grows into something almost approaching a beam as he looks up at me.
“Put that away!” I cover his mouth with my hand, pretending to squint. “God, you’re blinding me!”
He rolls me over and pins me down and I have a horrible feeling that he’s about to tickle me and I’ll die if he hears my dying-cat screams when that happens so I distract him.
“But first,” I say quickly, desperately, “let’s fuck up Brian. Can we? Please? It would be so fuuuun. I almost shot him with an arrow that day on your lawn. Shit, let’s shoot him with an arrow. That sounds nice–mph.” Young-gi silences me with another kiss, slow and languid, claiming and pleased.
“Such a violent little thing,” he drawls into my mouth. He kisses his way across my jaw. “Sure, sweet boy. Let’s go fuck up the Vandmorson kid. Consider it an engagement present.”
“You get such good gifts,” I say with feeling.
And then the bastard tickles me anyway, until I scream my safe word.
Chapter 36
Tommy
The Vandmorsons are keeping Brian in some fancy rich-person clinic. It’s nestled on a small mountain overlooking a lake, and we take a helicopter to get there. It’s my first time in a helicopter and it rattles my bones. I can’t wipe the manic smile off my face.
I grip the seatbelt strapping me to my chair and fiddle with the headset that makes the overwhelming noise bearable. It also functions as a walkie-talkie so Young-gi and I can talk to each other if we want to. He doesn’t speak, though, just watches me. Sometimes he does work on his phone, but mostly he watches me vibrate in place.
Am I horny? I shift in my seat, squirming on my sore ass because Young-gi spanked me this morning. I asked for it, although not in words. Mostly, I was a brat because I wanted his hands on me.
God, I love his hands on me.
Yeah, now I’m horny.
He raises an elegant eyebrow at me and I almost groan because it’s not fair how sexy he is. I struggle against the seatbelt a bit, enjoying the way it keeps me in place, just like he does when he paddles my ass.
Young-gi’s gaze flicks down to my hands gripping the straps over my chest, the way my knuckles are white from adrenaline and arousal.
Some kind of scheme blooms in his eyes and my breath hitches. Heat rolls through me, anticipation joining the mix of nerves and horniness already stirring up my insides.
