Chapter 10
CHAPTER
TEN
L yla trembled as she stared at her brush on the floor. She couldn’t pick it up because she was gripping the edge of the vanity to keep from collapsing. Her head was spinning.
She was in Rock Monroe’s home, in his bathroom, and he’d just ordered her not to masturbate. Holy shit .
Seconds ticked by while she waited to regain her composure. Her ears were ringing. Her hands were shaking. Her panties were soaked.
She finally pulled the T-shirt over her head and dropped it in the hamper. She put her panties in there, too. Why not? Might as well mix her clothes with his. She stared at her panties on top of his pile for a long time. It felt incredibly intimate.
Was she really going to do this? Stay with Rock, sleep in his bed, accept his protection…let him into her body?
That last part was inevitable. She hadn’t been exaggerating when she pointed out it would probably take less than a day to spread her legs for him. He was potent. It didn’t matter what was left unsaid between them. Nothing mattered except their undeniable chemistry.
She’d give anything to have him inside her. She’d lived off the memories for four decades. Maybe it hadn’t been as good as she remembered, but it didn’t matter because she could already tell it would be better now.
They’d barely been more than kids back then. She’d been a virgin. He’d been so gentle and caring with her. She doubted most women could speak so highly about their first time with a man. He’d made it magical and perfect.
But they were older now. They’d had sex with other people. Even if it had been a while, it was like riding a bike, wasn’t it? Granted, she hadn’t had any amazing experiences compared to the one night with him. She’d never called anyone Daddy. She’d never been with anyone who wasn’t vanilla.
Hell, she could already sense that sex with Rock would flip her world over the same way it had the first time. Was it because they had some strange irrational chemistry, or was it just him? Rock. Was he always that good of a lover?
Lyla turned on the shower, waited for it to heat up, and stepped over the edge of the tub. It felt good to have warm water washing down her body. She winced several times as she washed her hair—every time she touched the back of her head—and her arms were sore. Lifting them was a chore, but every moment under the hot water felt amazing.
Next, Lyla reached for her razor. She decided to shave not just her legs but her pussy, too. She did so every few weeks, but considering the possibility that she might end up naked with Rock…
It wasn’t until she was done with her shower and had combed out her hair that she realized she didn’t have any clothes in the bathroom. She wrapped the towel around her and stepped into the living room.
Rock was at the stove, and he spun around to face her. His eyes went wide, and he stared for a few seconds before speaking. “I put your suitcase on the bed. It took every ounce of willpower I don’t usually possess not to open it and put everything in drawers. Just so you know.”
She chuckled. “So controlling.”
“Yes. I cleared out one side of the dresser for you.”
She inhaled deeply. “It smells so good in here.”
“Please tell me you aren’t vegan or something. You didn’t mention it last night with the chicken soup.”
“Nope. No special dietary requirements. I like most things. My stomach is growling now that I smell bacon.”
“Breakfast is almost ready, Little Lyla. You’re welcome to come to the table in that towel if you’d like.” He grinned.
She rolled her eyes and headed into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. She wasn’t stupid. She knew he would see every inch of her soon, probably by tonight, considering how weak she felt about keeping her distance from him, but he didn’t need to watch her get dressed this morning.
Putting on a bra proved to be a challenge. Her biceps were very sore. They were also turning purple in some places. She put a long-sleeved shirt on to cover them. She didn’t need to watch Rock growl every time he saw the bruises, nor did she want to field questions from everyone she saw.
Fully dressed, including jeans and tennis shoes, she exited the bedroom. The table was covered with plates of food.
“How many people are you expecting for breakfast?” she asked as she joined him.
“I thought you might be hungry. Plus, I wasn’t sure what your favorite breakfast foods were, so I went overboard.”
“I am starving, and just so you know, I’m going to eat some of everything. Also, I’m impressed with your culinary skills.”
He shrugged. “The kids were still young when Kathy died. I had to learn to be a Mom and a Dad really fast. I had to become domestic. They had to eat. I’m never going to win any cooking awards, but I’m pretty good with breakfast food.”
She closed the distance and wrapped her arms around him. “I’m really sorry about your wife.” She’d said so already, but it couldn’t hurt to tell him again. It must have been rough raising the kids on his own, even if he did have the help of the MC.
He hugged her back, burying his face in her hair and inhaling. She liked it when he did that. It made her feel special. “Thank you. Can I just say how glad I am that you’re here?”
“I’m glad I’m here, too,” she whispered, tipping her head back to look at him.
“We should eat before it gets cold. If I don’t release you immediately, I’m going to end up pinning you to the wall and kissing you senseless again.”
“You seem fond of kissing against the wall,” she responded, clenching her legs together at the same time. It didn’t take much for him to make her horny. Nearly everything he said was filled with sexual innuendo.
Rock released her and pulled out a chair. “Sit, Little Lyla.”
She giggled. “I’m struggling to feel small.”
“Not small, Little.” He pushed her chair in.
“I know what you mean, but it’s foreign to me.”
He bent over and kissed the top of her head. “It won’t be for long. When we go to the clubhouse, you’ll be surrounded by Littles. They’ll rub off on you and have you joining their antics in no time.”
“Antics?”
He chuckled as he sat. “Little girls thrive on being naughty. You’ll see.”
“Mmm. Naughty, how?” She took a serving spoon from him and started filling her plate. But when she looked up at him and found his jaw tight, she handed the spoon back to him. “You want to do this, don’t you?”
He smiled at her and took the spoon. “It’s how I’m wired, Baby girl.”
She waved toward the food. “Go ahead. I feel like a princess. If that’s what it means to be Little, I won’t argue.”
“I want you to feel like a princess every day of your life, Lyla.”
She noticed he’d already poured her a glass of juice. After picking it up, she took a long drink.
By the time she set the cup down, Rock had filled her plate and was sliding it in front of her. “Eat as much as you want.”
She reached for her fork. “Can I feed myself?” she joked.
He leaned over and gripped her chin. “I’d love nothing more than to feed you myself, Baby girl. Don’t tempt me. It was difficult for me to pull out an adult place setting. At the MC, most of the Little girls eat from plastic plates and use sippy cups.”
She inhaled deeply. She had a lot to learn. “You don’t mess around with age play, do you?”
“No.”
“Rock…” She seriously worried she couldn’t be what he needed. She was madly attracted to him, and she wanted him to strip her naked and make her see stars. But could she be Little? That was an uncertainty.
He set a hand over hers. “Don’t worry about it right now. One hour at a time. We’ll go to the clubhouse after you’re done dealing with the house. You can meet my brothers and their Littles. If it’s too overwhelming, we won’t stay long.”
She nodded. “Okay.” She took a bite of hashbrowns and moaned as she chewed. When she glanced at Rock, she found him gripping his fork tightly, staring at her, his face stiff.
“If you’re going to make noises like that while you eat, all bets are off. Fuck breakfast.”
She swallowed and wiped her lips with her napkin. “Sorry. It’s good. You sell yourself short. You’re a great cook.”
“You might recall I’m a great eater, too. That noise is going to have to be reserved for when my face is between your legs, Little Lyla.”
Heat rushed up her body. Her cheeks were so hot she thought they would catch fire. She’d give anything to be reminded about how it felt to have Rock’s mouth on her pussy. She wanted that. She’d been reunited with him for about four waking hours. Mauling each other was a horrible idea. Wasn’t it?