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“So. Be a good little princess, and I’ll treat you like my filthy girl. Pick out your fucking cook book, or I’ll tie you to the bed, and leave you there naked, stuffed with a toy. It’ll be cold and stiff. You only get my warm dick in your needy holes when you do what I say.”
I groan. His words send a direct line to my clit, and it aches to feel the pressure of his thumb against it. It’s not fair how he’s got me so hot and bothered, just from his words.
His nose nuzzles against my cheek. “Come on, baby. Give in. I’ve got more planned for us.”
“What?” I ask, tugging at his hold on my wrist. “What else is planned?”
“Give in, and you’ll see.”
I nod. “Fine. I’ll pick it out.”
He hums with satisfaction, releasing his hold on me. I straighten out my shirt, hating the cold feeling that washes over me as he creates distance between us. He bends, picking up the dropped book, and I use that time to attack. A grin spreads across my lips. My hands grip his waist and in a quick motion, I thrust my hips, pushing right into his bent ass.
He grumbles, toppling over. Scotty is strong, but he wasn’t expecting to be ambushed, so he has to catch himself with his hands so he doesn’t fully fall. “What the fuck, Saoirse,” he says, righting himself.
I let out a giggle, turning to the vegan section of the books.
“You’ll pay for that,” he says, though his words don’t hold that sexy authority. They’re playful, and I look forward to the promise.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Saoirsesettlesagainstmychest on the bench of the boat. I tug at the blanket behind me and wrap it around us. We’re anchored off the harbor by one of the smaller islands. After the bookstore, I brought her to the marina and put us on my boat.
It’s an older one that I’ve been working on. Usually used for fishing, with a cabin below, but it’s got the ability to be a family boat, an everyday outing type of thing. I brought us to one of the smaller islands tucked away for privacy, and it’s just us out here.
The weather is too cool for summer goers and it’s the middle of the week, so most of the frequent flyers who come out here to fish are working their desk jobs.
The salty air mixed with the cool breeze is the medicine we both needed to start the healing process. We still need to discuss what happened. She needs to decompress, needs to objectively look at the series of events and allow herself to know it’s okay to not be okay. A relaxing day on the boat will help speed that along.
I press a kiss to her temple and she lets out a soft sigh of contentment, pressing her back against me even harder.
“You’re right,” she says. “I needed this.”
“Me too.” I rest my hands over her chest, keeping her close to me.
Her body posture is loose, she’s settling into shutting her mind off, but she’s not quite there yet. She’s still reeling, worried about something, and I can’t dig into helping her until I know what it is.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, holding her against me.
She curls her arms around mine, her thumb moving in featherlike strokes along my forearm. “Nothing.”
“Your mind isn’t going wild over nothing,” I say. “It has to be something.”
“How do you know what my brain is doing?” she asks, her tone light and teasing as she nudges me in the stomach with her elbow.
“Because I know you. And you’re worried about something.” My finger brushes along a crease over her forehead. “And because of this little wrinkle right here.”
She gasps, offended I’d call her out, and I just laugh. “Tell me,” I say.
“It’s Frog,” she says, the sadness back. “I’m worried, Jaime. It’s been a week, and I don’t think he’s coming back.”
“How are you so attached to him? He was at your house for like half a day.” I try to turn it into a joke, but she doesn’t laugh.
“You don’t remember how I found him, do you?” Saoirse asks, turning her head to make eye contact. She searches mine for something, then continues when she’s finished her assessment.
“I was heading home from work one evening. Hugh was grumbling because I insisted on walking home. I needed the fresh air. I was scared. You’d just been shot. We were at war, and here I was, walking around the city like we weren’t in danger.”
I grunt at the remembrance of Hugh and his betrayal. She tightens her grip on my arm, holding me in place. I don’t have to say it outloud, for her to know the immense amount of rage that name now stirs inside of me.
