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He stared at me for a beat, his lips twitching before he went for his t-shirt and took it off in one go, causing his hair to fall on his forehead in a messy tangle and thereby making me squirm on the bed.
But that was nothing compared to what I felt when he put those two little onesies — pink and blue, with ‘Dada’s bestie’ written in glitter — on his bare chest. I think I almost exploded with hormones at the sight of those colorful little baby clothes.
“Oh God, I think…” I whispered reverently.
“You think what?”
“I think I came a little,” I told him.
His lips twitched even more. “A little.”
I shook my head. “A lot. More than a lot, I don’t know. I just know that you look like such a daddy right now.”
“A daddy, huh.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Theirs or yours?”
I looked up at him. “Theirs.”
He lips pull up in a smirk, his gaze arrogant and cocky. “But that’s not what you wanted to say though, was it?”
Biting my lip, I shook my head. “No.”
“So then what was it that you wanted to say?”
Blushing furiously, I bit my lip harder. “Mine.”
His eyes flared and I thought that probably this was the first time I’d said the word ‘mine’ in his context. And it was kind of a turn on for him. For someone as possessive as him, I never thought that that would be the case.
But I liked it.
I liked it so very much.
“So does that mean you’re going to be a good girl and do what Daddy says?”
I began with a nod but then changed my mind and shook my head. “Maybe.”
“Maybe.”
“Depending on what happens if I don’t do something Daddy says.”
“If you’re looking for a punishment, Firefly, I don’t have to be your daddy to give it to you.”
“Then what do you have to be?” I asked breathlessly.
“Your Thorn.”
I clenched my thighs together again. “My Beautiful Thorn.”
And then the same thing that always happens to me, happened to him. His eyes turned liquid with so many emotions while his breathing turned noisy with arousal. Making me realize that maybe I do the same things to him that he does to me: make him experience a spectrum of emotions all at the same time.
“So why don’t you be my good little Firefly and take that useless nightie off,” he said with a lick of his lips, “and show me those tits that I know are dying to get fucked by me.”
And of course I did.
We also indulged in a little phone sex — well, a lot of it, given that I came twice — and then I went to sleep, thinking that I’d be doing it all over again tomorrow night and the night after. And when he came back, I was going to put those baby clothes on his chest again just to memorize how he looked before doing all the things to him that we’d just done, in person.
But that never ended up happening.
What happened was something else altogether.
Something unexpected and surreal.
I mean, not the part where I had to leave him — I always knew that was going to happen — but everything else. Him showing up so unexpectedly and breaking up my wedding. Him beating up my father and Ezra. Him ending up in jail and somehow still saving me and my brother from our father.
Yes, I know about that.
I know how he came to my rescue the minute he was bailed out.
Some days I’m extremely thankful for it. Other days I think there’s nothing to be thankful for. He was the one who ruined everything in the first place. If he hadn’t gotten the urge to show me off as his freaking property, I would’ve saved the day myself.
But then I’d also be trapped in a sham of a marriage and would now be living under my father’s thumb.
So really I don’t know.
I don’t know if I want to strangle him or wrap myself around him so we’re never apart.
But of course I can’t do any of those things because it’s been nine weeks since that godforsaken day and our lives are different now.
My life is different now.
Yes, I live in the same apartment in Bardstown and I have the same circle of friends who visit me as much as they can, and I do the same. Thankfully, things are okay with my brother now. He came around and apologized profusely and of course I forgave him. He’s my brother; he was only looking out for me. Which means I get to see Callie and Halo like I used to before.
Anyway, I still read romance novels and bake as much as I can. I go shopping when I can, pamper myself with spa days and whatnot.
But I also do different things now, like I go for a lot of walks these days. At first it was because it was recommended to me by the doctor: light exercising, getting fresh air to keep my blood flowing, et cetera. But now I think I like it. It gets me out of my apartment and forces me to empty my mind and simply be.
