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“Yeah. This is it.” I nod.
“Wow, the girls must really love coming for sleepovers.”
“If by girls, you are referring to my sister and niece, then yes, they enjoy their visits on the lower level in the guest rooms.”
She giggles. “I mean your hookups, Ty.”
“Would it surprise you to know that you are the first girl I have brought here?”
Her dark brows shoot up as her mouth drops open.
I chuckle. “It’s the truth, Kitten. The only person that has slept or otherwise in this bed is me. Now you are the first person other than me to press your arse against it.”
She sits up. “Really?”
I nod. “Yes, really.”
“But… why?”
I step forward, tucking my finger under her chin to make her look into my eyes so she can see the truth when I speak. “Because baby. I had to wait for you to come into my life.”
Her eyes soften, and her head tilts to the side. “You’re mine.” She whispers, so I nod.
“Yes, I am. And you’re mine.”
Nodding, she stands from the bed, her expression serious. “That’s why we need to be honest with the others. They aren’t going anywhere, Ty. They care about me as much as I care about them, and this secret between us is toxic. They won’t tell anyone. They love me too much to do that.”
I wish I could give her what she wants, but it’s too risky, and I know deep down she knows that. She’s obviously getting pressure from the others. I don’t want it to affect things, though, but it’s still too risky right now. Maybe in a few months when things die down. After all, the cops are looking into Vixen’s Lodge, and I might have to flee yet. It’s better for everyone if they don’t know my identity.
“Not yet, Kitten. We need to wait a little longer.”
She sighs, nodding. She knows I’m right. It doesn’t make things easier for her, though, since she’s stuck in the middle.
“Come on. Let’s make some dinner, and then we can have a bath in my tub and watch the sunset.”
Rhys beams, the suggestion lighting up her eyes. “You do know I can’t cook, right?”
I smile. “Well, let me teach you a basic. Tacos.”
It turns out Rhys can cook. She simply doesn’t like doing it. That is, until I pull her in front of me and lean over her as we prepare the salads and meat together. There’s a mirror at the other end of the room, so I watch our reflections as we work as one, and I notice how she grins slightly throughout the process, thinking I can’t see her. I fucking love putting that little smirk on her face. It’s different from the big confident smile she offers a room when she walks in. It’s slight. Delicate almost. She’s not demanding the room's attention right now. She’s not even demanding mine. She already has it, so there’s no brazen attitude. Rhys is in a comfortable, quiet place right now, and I have to admit, I like this softer side to her.
So much of our time together has been about sex. It’s what forced us together, but it isn’t what makes me stick around. There’s a side of Rhys George that doesn’t have the opportunity to come out often, but when it does, it almost floors me. Under all that sass is a heart longing to be loved and accepted without conditions. Behind the addiction that normally controls her is a girl that longs to be content in her life and be free of the selfishness that comes from the consuming cravings. Now, though, she is accepting the unconditional love I am offering. She is accepting what her other guys are offering, and finally, she has moments of sheer contentment that reminds me our relationship is good for her. She needs me, us, just as much as we need her.
After we eat and clean up, I lead Kitten back into my bedroom, where I slide the heavy glass door open wide, creating an open space between my bedroom and my bathroom.
“This house really is the coolest, Ty.” There’s awe in her tone, and when I glance over my shoulder, I see her dark eyes are wide as she studies my bedroom.
“It’s ok. It’s a little big for one person. That’s why I haven’t spent much time here over the last few years. It just feels too empty.”
The chill of the glossy charcoal tiles is refreshing on the soles of my feet as I pad across the room to the bath. It looks more like a miniature pool with its square box shape and the three steps that lead up to the small landing along the side of the bath. I flick the water on and pull the lever on the wall that pulls the plug in place before turning back to Kitten again.
She’s leaning against the wall at the mouth of the bathroom, her chocolate eyes following my every move as if she’s studying me.
“Like what you see?” I bite back my grin and cross my arms over my chest.
“Like is the wrong word.” She deadpans.
“Oh, really? I thought you were checking me out just now.”
