Page 50 of Blaze

“Okay,” she whispers.

I turn toward the closet to grab clothes for myself.

My naughty girl calls out, “What?You’re going to let me dress myself.”

I glance over my shoulder as I remove my shirt and then my jeans.I don’t care that she sees me in my briefs.In fact, I like how she licks her lips.Salivating over me.

“That elastic is going to hurt on your sore ass if you keep sassing me, Victoria,” I warn as I pull khaki pants up my legs.

She giggles.“Promises, promises.”

Even though I cropped her nipples and her clit, the only slaps her bottom has received were a few well-placed swats.Not a real spanking.

Soon.

By the time I have a light-blue, button-up shirt on, she’s dressed.I chose the shirt to go with her dress.She notices right away.“We match.”

“Yep.”

“Are we going to be one ofthosecouples?”

I chuckle.“Maybe.”After grabbing my shoes and socks, I sit on the edge of the bed to put them on.

“I need to do something with my hair,” she declares.

“Oh, I borrowed a tabletop vanity mirror from Arianna.Hang on.”I find everything I think she might need in the bathroom, return to the bedroom, and set the mirror on the nightstand.It’s kind of low, but after a bit of angling, she can see her reflection in it.

When I sit next to her, she leans her head against my shoulder, making no move to fix her hair.“You’re spoiling me.”

I kiss the top of her head.“Haven’t I told you my secret plan?”

“What’s that?”

“Spoil the hell out of you so that you think there is no man on Earth who would ever treat you as well.Then you’ll agree to marry me and have my babies, and we’ll live happily ever after.”

She tips her head back, grinning.“When do you pull the bait and switch?”

“Never, baby.Never.”

I only agree to let Victoria sit at the table without putting her leg on another chair because we’re having spaghetti.It’s too messy for her to sit sideways.

Her eyes are still glossy from holding back tears.Not that she didn’t cry.Her emotions totally got the better of her when we entered the dining room.That was when she smelled red sauce right before I told her Gretchen had made spaghetti.

Tears fell.Lots of them.She couldn’t stop them.I think I broke her in that moment.In a good way.Like there was a hesitancy she was maintaining, and a chunk of it vanished.

Yeah, I’m working hard to please her, but I’m serious when I tell her I will do so for the rest of her life.I’ll never stop doing everything in my power to please her.

When I look at her, I just know.It’s deep in my soul.It’s not up for debate.I can’t explain it.I don’t have any rationale for how it happened so fast.

I know her better than any woman I’ve ever dated, and I’ve known Victoria for two days.Not even that long.Plus, she slept a lot of that time.

As we all take our seats, I watch her.Victoria’s giggling with Claire and Emilia.She fits in here.She belongs.I’m out of my body, floating, observing.My girl is going to be happy here.I know it.I can picture a day in the future when all these women are round with child, and she’s among them, her belly stretched so huge she can hardly stand without falling over.

I’ll need to rub some fancy, expensive lotions on her stomach every night to help with the stretching.Not for aesthetics but to keep her comfortable.Is there such a thing?

She’ll always be gorgeous to me, no matter what size she is or how her body responds to pregnancy.

She keeps laughing as she eats her spaghetti.Noodles hit her chin.Red sauce would be all over her dress if she weren’t leaning forward.This is the fun part, the reason her stepmother never served it.It’s messy.Fuck that woman.My girl can be messy.