Chapter 17
Tiago
I’m furious with Silvia for daring to show up at my girl’s house. So angry that I can’t stop thinking about it, and I white-knuckle the steering wheel all the way back to the estate.
Reagan doesn’t say much during the drive. She fidgets next to me, though it’s hard to tell if it’s because I made her keep the dress on instead of letting her change or if it’s something else.
Surely she isn’t nervous about sleeping under the same roof as me. I’ve made it clear I will not take my cock out of my pants until we’re married, so I know she isn’t concerned that I’m planning to have sex with her tonight.
For as mad as I am about my ex confronting my girlfriend, I’m not sorry that it has made it easy for me to move her into the estate.
I will still toss and turn at night, wishing she was in my arms because I’m not going to sleep in the same bed as her, but knowing she’s safe and under my roof will ease my mind.
It’s late when we arrive. The mansion is silent. Everyone has gone to bed. I texted Ryder and Dallas, letting them know I would be bringing Reagan back with me and putting her in the pale-blue room next to mine for the time being.
When we enter the kitchen, I find a piece of paper and leave a quick note for Gretchen on the island before guiding Reagan up the stairs.
She’s still quiet and nervous. That’s okay. I’ll get her tucked in and settled so she can get plenty of rest. I’m glad she doesn’t need to be in town until nine, but I want her to get to bed as soon as possible.
I lead Reagan into the navy room I’ve been using and drop the second bag of her belongings we packed tonight next to the first. I’ll put her clothes away tomorrow. There’s no need for her to unpack her things in another room. She won’t be occupying it very long.
I set a hand on the small of her back. “Go use the bathroom and brush your teeth, baby.”
She nods and moves in that direction. She already has a toothbrush in the holder next to mine. It’s one of the few things in this room that serve as a reminder to me that I have a woman who belongs with me. She might not fully occupy this space yet, but she will soon.
I grab one of my T-shirts while she’s in the bathroom, and I snag the cream I put on her bottom earlier from the nightstand. When she emerges, I nod toward the door that leads to the pale-blue room. “I’m going to set you up in the nursery.”
She hesitates, fidgeting as she stares at me, wringing her fingers in front of her. “We’re seriously going to call that room the nursery?”
I smirk. “Of course. That’s what it will be.
” I head that way and open the joining door.
I like that these rooms are connected. We can lock both doors on the inside and not worry about anyone opening either of them.
With more and more people occupying the house, there’s a chance someone won’t know which rooms are taken and walk in.
I head for the bed, pull back the covers, and turn to find Reagan barely inside the room. “What’s wrong, baby?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. This is awkward.” She looks behind her into the navy room. “You stripped me naked earlier and made me come so hard I’m still reeling from the experience, and now you’re going to put me in another room? I can’t decide whether I should be grateful or insulted.”
“You don’t need to be either of those, baby. This is temporary. After we get married, you’ll sleep with me, of course.”
She rolls her eyes. “My grandfather isn’t here to know if you really put me in another room.”
I grin. “Doesn’t matter. You’re still not sleeping with me.”
“Why not? Are you afraid you won’t be able to resist me, and you’ll end up breaking your barbaric no-sex-before-marriage rule?”
I shake my head. “Not at all. I’ve got boundless willpower.”
“Then why are we going through this charade?”
“Because I need to make it so tempting that you cave. If I let you sleep with me, you might get too comfortable and decide there’s no reason to marry me.”
She cocks her head to one side. “That’s ridiculous.”
I shrug. “Maybe, but I make the rules, baby. Come here.”
She sighs as she shuffles toward me. She’s learning that arguing with me won’t do a bit of good.
When she gets close enough, I reach for the hem of her dress.
“Arms up, baby.” As soon as she raises her arms, I whisk the dress over her head, leaving her completely naked.
She’s delectable. I wish I could worship her body again right now, but she needs sleep.
She sucks in a breath, and I love the way her nipples turn hard. Before she has a chance to react, I pull my T-shirt over her body, helping guide her arms into the holes. It reaches just past her butt.
She’s still off-kilter when I stand, pull the covers back, and pat the bed. “Lie on your tummy for me.”
“Why?”
I lift a brow. “Because I said so. Do as you’re told.” It’s damn near impossible not to boss her around because her reactions make my cock hard. She likes my way of taking charge.
Reagan releases another dramatic sigh as she climbs onto the bed and drops onto her chest. I know I’m over-the-top demanding. I’m blowing bossy straight out of the stratosphere. There needs to be a new, much stronger word.
She clenches her butt cheeks when I push the T-shirt up her body, exposing her ass. And then I grab the tube of ointment I spread on her earlier after I spanked her.
She watches me intently. I’m doing this only because tending to her is extremely intimate.
She doesn’t really need more cream on her bottom tonight.
If she’d been at home in her own bedroom, she wouldn’t have applied it.
But this opportunity presented itself, thanks to Silvia, and I’m not passing up any chance to touch my girl, rub her smooth skin, and enjoy the way she reacts every time I do so.
I squeeze a generous amount of cream on my fingers and then focus intently on making sure I cover every inch of her delectable bare skin.
She purses her lips, not quite managing to contain a moan as I take my time. When I let my finger drift precariously close to her pussy, she sucks air in through her nose. When I take the risk and get way too close to her tight puckered hole, she clenches her butt cheeks.
Her reaction is delightful, and I chuckle as I spread her cheeks and tap the forbidden hole. “No part of you will be off-limits to me, baby.” I rub the sensitive skin while she holds her breath. “I’ll touch you here often until you get used to it. Eventually, I will penetrate your bottom, Reagan.”
Her face turns red. She’s so na?ve about so many things, and it’s obvious this is one of them. She probably didn’t think people really experienced butt play. But I’m a kinky guy. I will teach her to enjoy having her bottom penetrated, first with my fingers, then with toys, and after that, my cock.
“Relax your bottom, baby,” I command, watching her reaction closely. She doesn’t want to admit it, but she likes it when I push her boundaries. I continue rubbing her tight hole.
“I’m going to touch you here until you stop fighting me, Reagan,” I warn.
“Tiago…” she whimpers. “It’s…dirty.”
“It’s not dirty, baby. You won’t have privacy with me. I don’t like barriers between us. We’re going to be the kind of couple who use the toilet in front of each other.”
She shakes her head. “No, we are not.”
I chuckle. “Yep. We sure are. When you’re sick, I’ll hold your hair back.
When you’re on your period, I’ll bring you tampons.
When you’re pregnant and can’t reach around your belly, I’ll wash your pussy.
No barriers.” I love caring for her. The more intimate we are, the closer I feel to her. She won’t pee without me in the room.
I know my ideas are foreign and taboo to her, but we won’t have taboo between us. It’s not in my vocabulary.
She closes her eyes tightly. “I don’t think most couples engage in that level of intimacy, Tiago.”
“Mmm. Then they’re missing out. I bet Ryder and Claire do.”
Reagan opens her eyes and glares at me. “Maybe I’ll just ask her.”
I grin. “That’s a good idea. Then you won’t feel like our relationship is so foreign.” I continue stroking her clenched hole, waiting for her to stop fighting me. “Relax, baby. Accept my touch. Let it feel good. Embrace the intimacy.”
She finally lets her muscles relax, and I stop.
I bend over and kiss her temple. “See? It wasn’t that bad, was it?”
She grunts.
I reach between her cheeks and tap the tight pucker of muscle again. “Do you need me to continue?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
I pull the T-shirt over her bottom, followed by the covers up her body.
She rolls onto her side, facing me, and pulls her knees up. “I’ve never slept without panties,” she says.
I rub her hip. “From now on, you will. After we’re married, you will sleep without the T-shirt, too. I’m only letting you have it to help keep your fingers away from your nipples and your pussy. No touching.”
She sighs.
“Are we clear, Reagan?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.
My cock gets so hard when she calls me Sir. I need to get out of here before I lose control of myself. “Sleep, baby. I’ll set my alarm to get you to work on time.”
“Okay.”
My chest is tight as I leave my girl, my woman, my life alone in that bed while I head for the room next door.
I hope she consents to marrying me soon.
I’m not sure how long I can keep up this charade.
Eventually, I’ll cave and bring her into my bed.
I still won’t have sex with her. That’s a definite.
But if she holds out much longer, I won’t have the willpower to let her sleep in another room.
I leave the door wide open. I want to be able to hear her through the night. If she needs to use the bathroom, she’ll have to walk past me.
As I strip down to my briefs and climb into the bed that will be ours, it’s difficult to relax. My woman is in the next room, yards away from me. I can hear her moving. She’s not asleep yet.
I want her in my arms, in my bed. I want to end every day kissing her and sliding into her. I want to start every day the same way. I’ve never been so consumed by another person—so much so that I can’t stand to be apart from her. All I can think about is Reagan and when I will hold her again.
More importantly, how long will it take me to convince her to marry me and commit to a lifetime of being in my space?
I know I’m doing the right thing by making her sleep in her own bed, but it’s hard.
I want to go scoop her up and carry her in here.
I want to spread her open and show her what it will feel like to take me inside her.
The desire to fill her with my seed and hold her down while still buried deep is strong.
Now I understand why my brother plucked Claire out of her home and moved her into this mansion a week after he met her.
He also moved her into his bed. There are few secrets in this house.
I’m aware Ryder didn’t have sex with her until their wedding night.
Hell, I slept in my RV to give them privacy and keep myself from hearing the noises coming from their room.
I don’t really give a fuck if they hear Reagan scream. It’s going to be damn near impossible in the long run for all of us to live in this mansion and keep our sex lives completely private.
I turn my head toward the open door. There’s enough light coming through the windows that still have no blinds that I can see my girl lying on her back. I wonder if she’s sleeping.
As if she senses me, she turns her head in my direction. There’s no way to see each other’s expression, but I’m certain she’s as aware of me as I am of her. Fuck, this is hard.