“Fuck it, yes, Ican do it all, no problem.”
“Good.” He grins and sets the dogs back in the box. Ihear the printer going off, and he grabs a paper copy of the contract while it’s still warm. He picks up the dagger and flips it through the air. “Palm up,” he demands.
“You’re fucking mental, man.”
“And so are you, and that’s why we’re here, now, you might want that.” He points to a glass of scotch on the edge of his desk. Ishake my head and down it as Max slices an inch-long cut in the middle of my palm. Irelease a painful gasp into the glass as he tilts my hand over the paper, dripping my blood straight onto that oath. He looks at it, pleased, and starts bandaging me up. “Worth it, right?” He swipes the tablet, and my eyebrows arch at the ideas laid out before me. Everything on here is like the key to unlocking Baby’s heart, all on the first date.
“You’re gonna help me with all this?”
“Well, now that I’ve got you signed, sealed, and delivered, got to make her happy. My daughters aren’t exactly easy to impress.”
Shit, now my eyes are wet. “Thanks, Dad. Iwon’t let you down.”
“I hope not. You’d never sing again if Ihad’ta smash your larynx.” He crushes me in a tight embrace. “Oh, and, son?”
“Yeah?”
“Gentleman, right? No shagging on the first date. Promise?”
I nod. “You got my word, Dad.”
“Good.” He smiles. “And I’m keeping these fuckin’ dogs! See you tomorrow, son.”
Downstairs, Baby beams at me. She cuddles the dog up to her cheek. “Can Ikeep him, Jett?”
“You can keep him, and you can keep me.”
“Really?” Her eyes spark.
“Absolutely, Baby.” Ihold up my hand. “I swore to treat you right, Dad insisted Isign in blood.”
“Jesus! What the hell?” she says, inspecting the bandage. She tries to sound shocked but she’s fuckin’ grinning. “Sorry, why do Ilove that?”
“Because you’re mental like Iam, now kiss me, please.”
She sets down the pup on a soft chair and jumps on me like she did in the pool house that day; my last bit of self-control folding like a house of cards. Idon’t give a shit how much my hand stings, Igrasp her as if my life depends on it, and the feeling of ownership over her perfect peach of an arse in my hands makes me forget Ihave a cut at all.
“Tight little arse, perfect fit for my hands,” Idrawl against her lips. “Wonder if that fanny will be soaked for me this time, too.”
She pulls her face from mine with her cute nose all scrunched. “Jett, no, uh uh.”
My brows raise. “What?”
“No arse, no fanny! Just…” She lowers her voice. “Ass and pussy only. Please?” She turns pink.
“You serious?” She nods and Iget it now, her eyes tell me everything. That’s what fuckwit Archer must’ve called them, and the last thing Iwant is to remind her ofhim.“You got it, Baby,” Isay, forcing my tongue to take the r out of the word, “I’ve never wanted to own an ass and pussy the way Iwant to own yours, princess.”
Now her cheeks are scarlet, and my lips devour hers, moaning in her sweet mouth as her glossy, vanilla lips part for me, and Ifeel her desire soaking through her shorts where my shirt rises up at my beltline. Ican't bloodybelieveit took most of a damn decade to get her wet. Idon't knowhow,either, but Ibetter pay my trainer a hefty freakin’ bonus, just in case.
She clings to me the way I’ve dreamed she might for longer than Ican remember, walking her towards the grand staircase that leads to her room like a man possessed. All Iwant is to throw her down on that pink bed and feast on her until she’s lost her voice and all that’s left is a hoarse croak still trying to scream my name. The toe of my boot taps the first step, and then we hit a wall of Morningstars, literally guarding the staircase with their arms crossed and all.
“Tomorrow, Jett!” they holler in unison and kick me out on yeah, my arse.
I stumble to where Bry is waiting in a daze and fall into the car like it’s a cloud and bloody Cupid has struck me.Ifeel ready to finish the damn album today because there’s no way I’m sleeping tonight anyway. Not when I’m finally hers, signed in blood.
Chapter 17
Maddy
