Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 144571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
Her lips curled up in the hottest smile. “Coop, if that is how you ask me to marry you, I’m saying yes.”
No grand gestures for his girl. Making a big deal out of it would cause her anxiety and stress. She was all about the little things, the daily shows of love and affection. “We’re going to the courthouse Monday. No muss, no fuss. Party it up this weekend because you’re going to be a married woman next week. Now, story.”
He touched that ball that sat on her clit and watched her breath hitch.
“This is supposed to be about me crying it out,” she complained.
As he was acting as her Dom for the next hour, he had no choice what to do next. He brought his hand down on her ass. Hard. One and then two and three. She shuddered. “And we’ll get to that. It’s going to take more than pain to push you. The good news? You’ve come to the right place. We’re going to work through some things, you and I. Story. Now.”
“Fine.” There was some of the fire he’d expected. “I got it so I could feel something. I don’t know why I’m not normal, but I didn’t have a lot of sexual feelings.”
He slapped her ass again. “We’re not using that word anymore. There is no normal. There is you and me and how we are. You are a perfectly made Kala Taggart.”
Her gaze seemed to darken. “I am so far from perfect.”
He sighed because damn, but she looked perfect to him. He let his fingers trace the graceful line of her spine. “We all have things we want to work on. But I need to make one thing very, very clear to you. You are the best partner I could possibly have. I do not want some sweet thing who’ll have my babies and make my lunch and never complain. I want you. I want to love you and fight with you and grow old with you. If you decide you want them, I want to raise a couple of the weirdest kids in the world and make them call your dad Grumpa.”
Her eyes were suddenly shining. He’d known it would take words to get to her. Words she couldn’t shut out or ignore. “I’m scared I won’t be a good mom.”
Another swat and then another until he counted out ten. “You’re already an excellent parent.”
“What does that mean?”
“You take care of your subs. You take care of your cousins. You take care of your siblings and ask very, very little in return. The trouble is you think the only way you could possibly be a parent is to be the ideal vision of what society thinks of as a mom. You’re not the most openly affectionate person. You don’t wear your heart on your sleeve. You probably will tell our kid to walk it off if he or she falls down. It’s okay. I’ll be there.”
Her jaw dropped. “Oh, shit. I’m the dad.”
He moved in, framing her face with his hands. “We’re going to be the parents we’re going to be, and it will work, baby. We’re going to throw out every expectation except one.”
A tear fell on her cheek. “What’s that?”
This was the most important rule of all. “That we will never leave the other behind.”
“Never.”
He stepped in close to her and turned her around so she was in front of him. He’d taken off his shirt and shoes and socks but still wore jeans. They wouldn’t be on for too long. He pressed his chest against her back, wrapping an arm around her waist. “I know sometimes you try to drift away, but I’ll always bring you home to me. I promise you. I won’t ever leave you alone. You are not merely more than enough for me. You are my whole fucking world.”
Her head fell back. “I think we can skip the tears. Let’s get to the sex.”
Oh, she wasn’t getting off that easily. No way. He stepped back and reached in his kit. Luckily, he left it here in his locker at the club since this was where they played. He pulled out a thing he’d thought he would never use. Nipple clamps. Beautiful ones he’d purchased with her in mind. He would never use them on anyone else. They were for her.
He brought them around and showed them to her. Pretty alligator clamps with jewels that matched the one on her clit. “First, I get to dress you.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I’m paying you back. You’re going to love what I put on your dick.”
He probably would. He knew he was a pervert, and he was perfectly happy to try anything she wanted. “I’m willing to play a lot of games with you, baby.”
He leaned over and got his mouth on her nipple, licking and sucking until it was perfectly hard. Then he slipped the clamp on, watching it bite into her gorgeous flesh. He caught her gasp, such a fucking sexy sound coming from her. He treated her other breast to the same. How had he gone so damn long in life without having this every day? Without being able to touch her and stroke her and lick her to his heart’s content. He stepped back and stared at her for a moment. Even in bondage his girl looked fierce.