Chapter 8
Melody
Suddenly, I need space. I shove at him to get him to back off. As soon as he takes a step back, I slide off the edge of the island and land on my feet. I’m small enough to duck under his arm and free myself from his touch.
I round to the other side of the island so I can think. With my palms on the edge, I face off with him. We’re mirror images of each other, a few feet and the island separating us. My chest is rising and falling rapidly.
Fuck, he’s sexy. Better than any hero I’ve written in any book. But that doesn’t mean I should marry him. He can kiss, too. And judging from the size of the bulge I can see pressing against the front of his jeans, he has a romance-book-sized cock.
Gah. I need to stop looking at his dick.
I come up with a plan. “I have an idea.”
He frowns. “You want to flip a coin to decide where we’re going to live?”
“Ha. No. I’m going to take my clothes off, and you’re going to fuck me.
That’s the only way to prove if we even belong together.
If we have chemistry. There’s no way to know that for sure without testing the theory.
If you’re so confident and cocky about us setting off fireworks, prove it.
If you’re right, it won’t matter to either of us where we live.
If the sex is that good, we can go to Greenland and be happy. ”
He chuckles. “Nice try. Pretty good argument. But no. Instead, how about I take your clothes off and use my mouth and my hands to prove to you that I’m as good as any hero in any book you’ve ever written.”
I cackle. “Do you know how many heroes say that? Damn near all of them. Every hero in every book. They think they’re the best she’s ever going to have. Their cock is the biggest. Their tongue is the longest. Their ego is out of this world.”
“And then what?” he asks. “Do you ever write it where he’s wrong and she found him mediocre and they went their separate ways?”
I chuckle. “No. Never. What a horrible book.”
“Well, this is your live-action romance novel, Melody. I’m the hero. You’re the heroine. Do all of your heroines test the guy out before marrying him?”
Fuck. He’s got me there. “No.”
“So sometimes she’s a virgin when they get married?”
“Sometimes,” I agree.
“And then does he suck in bed?”
I laugh. “No.”
“See how accommodating I am? I’m willing to sweeten the deal. I’ll make you come more times than you can count every day. I’ll use everything but my cock. You won’t be able to deny the chemistry. It’s a win-win. You won’t walk down the aisle to the altar wondering if we’re going to have good sex.”
The new, bold version of me glances down at the front of his jeans. He’s so fucking tall that I can see the bulge from across the island. “So we’re negotiating, right?”
He laughs. “No. I’m simply stating facts. It’s a fact that we have undeniable chemistry. It’s a fact that you’re going to marry me. It’s also a fact that you will not have my cock inside you until that night. Oh, one more fact. You’ll be the first woman to have my cock inside you bare.”
“Brody,” I shout. “Those are not facts. Those are your wishes.”
He shakes his head. “Semantics. They will all be facts after I make them come true.”
I think for a few seconds. I bet I can come up with a way to get what I want out of this.
A light bulb goes off in my head. This ought to shake him up.
“Okay. How about this, then? I’ll give you one month to prove you’re a storybook hero with your mouth and hands.
You have to work around my schedule, though.
I’m anal as fuck, and I need my sleep to be on top of my writing game.
If you prove you’re a super Adonis in bed, I’ll agree to marry you.
But… You have to show me your cock right now. I want to see it.”
I seriously don’t know myself. How the fuck am I asking this man to show me his fucking dick? Who the fuck do I think I am?
He laughs again. Damn, I love that sound.
“Since we’re negotiating, you get one week.
Not one month. A week from today, next Saturday, I’m going to ask you to marry me, and you’re going to say yes.
You may share your schedule with me. I’ll work on the town’s construction plans while you’re writing.
I’ll make sure you get eight hours of sleep every night, but the rest of your time is mine.
Every second.” He pauses to hold up a finger.
“Oh, and every single one of your orgasms is mine. You may not touch yourself or use any of those vibrators for the entire week.”
I think about his demands. Like a crazy woman. Maybe I’m dreaming and none of this is happening. “Where will you sleep?”
“With you. I don’t care where. Here or at the mansion.”
“You didn’t agree to show me your cock,” I point out.
“My bad. You may see it as often as you’d like. I’ll even stroke it so you can watch me come if that makes you salivate. But you can’t touch it directly.”
Salivate… I’m definitely salivating at the idea.
I’ve lost my mind even considering this.
But I can’t turn him down. If he’s wrong and we have zero chemistry, we’ll prove that quickly and go on with our lives.
I’m not some kind of prude who’s saving herself for marriage.
That was never the reason I abstained. It was a simple lack of interest in anyone I’ve ever met.
Until now. Until Brody.
What if he’s right, and our sex is off the charts?
I certainly don’t want to wonder what-if for the rest of my life.
I fully realize that I don’t need his erection inside me to know if we’ll be good together.
He can accomplish that with his mouth or his fingers.
I’ve proven I can orgasm with a number of clitoral stimulators that never offered me penetration.
“I have a question,” Brody says while I’m still pondering my options.
I tip my head to one side. “Okay.”
“Are you on any form of birth control?”
I sigh. “No. I’ve never had a reason to be. If you want to have sex without a condom, you’re going to have to wait until I have a chance to sort that out with Kinsley.”
He shakes his head. “Baby…”
I stiffen. “Brody…” I groan.
“No birth control, little pixie. We fuck raw and often. I want to see you round with my child as soon as possible.”
We’re essentially on our first date, and yet somehow we’re negotiating every fucking thing imaginable including kids.
I shake my head on that. “I’m too young.
I’m at the prime of my career. Babies suck the life out of people.
I’m not willing to slow my career so I can feed a baby in the middle of the night. ”
“Melody, I’ll never put the responsibility all on you.
In fact, the main reason why I have no interest in staying here in Wilde is that I don’t need the inheritance.
I make good money. I’ve saved it for twenty-five years, working hard and barely spending it.
I can and will take care of you lavishly.
We’ll get a nanny. Two if we need. I will also stop working so much.
My business is solid. It can run itself.
I’ll hire a manager so I can be home with you and our kids. ”
It’s hard to hear what he’s saying over the ringing in my ears. He’s so fucking serious about this. And he has an answer for everything.
He leans over the island so far that he can practically touch me. “If you need your beauty rest, I’ll pump your milk before bed and feed our babies while you sleep.”
I jump clear off the floor. The only thing grounding me is my hands on the edge of the island. My heart is racing. It’s not just what he suggested but the way he worded it. He didn’t say I could pump some milk so he could feed our babies—plural. He said he would do it.
He smiles. “The idea makes you wet, doesn’t it, little pixie?”
I squeeze my thighs together. Damn him.
He leans even farther. “You’re picturing it, aren’t you?
You on your hands and knees hooked up to a powerful breast pump while I control the dials and empty your heavy tits.
You can feel it now, can’t you? The suction.
The way your nipples will elongate and thicken more every time I milk you.
I’ll help you establish a strict schedule so your body will learn to let down frequently during the day so you can sleep at night.
When you wake up engorged in the morning, I’ll be there to milk you again, just enough to take the edge off so our babies can nurse. ”
I’m not sure when I last breathed. My traitorous boobs feel ten times heavier than before. My nipples are so fucking hard they actually hurt.
I can’t possibly respond to that speech.
Instead, I latch on to the part about him taking care of me.
“Just so you know, I make good money, too. I may be young, but I have my own nest egg. I’ve made sure to save the majority of what I earn every month for the future.
I never know when people might decide they don’t want to read my books anymore. ”
“I’m glad you’re so successful, baby. I’m proud of you, and I will always support you and your career. I will never ask you to stop or take time off when it’s not convenient. But I will provide for you. You can put your income in bonds or invest it.”
This man is so multifaceted. It’s hard to keep up with all of them. He’s both sweet and dominating. He’s bossy and also soft. He keeps surprising me at every turn.
We stare at each other for a long time. The only sound is that of my heart beating hard in my ears.
“Do we have a deal?” he finally asks softly.
“I’ve lost track of what we agreed upon,” I admit.
“I get one week to prove to you that you can’t live without me.
I get every moment of your time, except when you’re working or sleeping.
You won’t go on birth control. Next Saturday, I’m going to ask you to marry me, and you’re not going to hesitate.
One week after that, we’ll get married at the mansion. ”
I gasp. “Brody. That wasn’t in the negotiations.”