Chapter 11
Haden
Instead of hustling my girl up the stairs with everyone else, I remain leaning against the wall and pull her between my legs. I wait until we’re alone to palm her bottom and haul her even closer, so she’s pressed firmly against my cock.
After sliding one hand up to the back of her neck so I can bring her ear to my lips, I whisper, “I need my mouth on your cunt again. That’s all I could think about during dinner.”
She shivers delightfully.
I kiss the sensitive skin behind her ear. “You were so loud earlier, baby.”
Fuck, I love the whimper that escapes her.
I nibble on her lobe because I also love how unnerved she is. “In the long run, I’m not going to care who hears you screaming when I fuck you, jitterbug. But for now, I don’t want you to have any inhibitions when I make you come, so we’re staying in the RV tonight.”
She nods against me. It wasn’t really a question, but I’m glad she’s amenable.
I release her, help her step back a pace, and take her hand. Without another word, I lead her down the hall and into the kitchen. At the sink, Gretchen and Isabel are loading the dishwasher. They nod toward us.
“Thank you for dinner,” I say. “It was delicious. Have a good night.”
As soon as we step outside, Emilia releases a long breath.
I chuckle. She’s embarrassed. I fully intend to unnerve her like this often because I love it when her cheeks are pink and she’s speechless. Ordinarily, she’s feisty with her head held high, but I’m noticing when it comes to anything sexy, she lowers her gaze and purses her lips. It’s cute.
If I didn’t think she enjoyed public displays, I wouldn’t do it. I won’t embarrass her to be mean. I’m only going to do so because it makes her hornier.
I watched my girl closely at dinner. Her cheeks were hot pink from me claiming her in front of everyone. She trembled when I set my palm on her bare leg, and she emitted tiny whimpers when I stroked my thumb too close to her pussy.
There’s no way I would ever expose her. I didn’t even like her wearing a dress with no bra this morning. Her body is mine and mine alone. But I’m going to enjoy teasing her under the table or touching her in any number of other clandestine ways only we will know about.
I push the door to the RV open and set a palm on Emilia’s hip to help her up the few steps before following her inside.
“I’m capable of climbing stairs, Haden,” she sasses as I shut the door.
I’m glad she chooses to sass me right off the bat. It gives me the opening I need to lecture her.
Emilia squeals when I lift her off the floor and drop her onto the bed. Without giving her a chance to orient herself or catch her breath, I climb on, straddle her, haul her hands over her head, and pin them to the mattress. She’s restrained and at my mercy.
“There are a lot of things you’re perfectly capable of doing without help, jitterbug. I bet you’ve been dressing yourself, climbing steps, choosing your own foods, giving yourself baths, and fingering your pussy without a single bit of help for a long time.”
Her eyes are wide. Her mouth is open. No sound comes out.
“Did I mention I’m bossy and overbearing?”
She swallows. “Yes, Sir.” Her voice is far more contrite, and she squeezes her thighs together. Good.
“When you’re with me, which will be most of the time, I’ll do things for you. Lift you into my truck. Hold your hand when the terrain isn’t even. I’ll stay behind you on every staircase in case you stumble.”
She shudders. “Okay.”
I lean down closer, holding her gaze. “I’m going to take over, Emilia.
You need to know what I mean when I say I’m bossy.
There’s no sense pretending I’m not as controlling as I am.
It would be futile to ease you into the full effects of my dominant nature.
From this moment on, I’m going to show you exactly who I am, so there will be no doubt what you’re getting into with me. ”
“Okay,” she murmurs.
“You’re not even going to pee without me hovering.”
Her cheeks turn pink. “That might be a bit too far.”
I lift a brow.
She licks her lips. “You’re not kidding?”
“Nope.”
She scrunches her nose. “Gross.”
I chuckle. “Baby, peeing is not gross. When was your last period?”
Her eyes pop out. Just as I expected. Adorable. “Haden…”
“Emilia…” There’s a warning tone in my voice. “Overbearing, remember?”
“But come on. Now you want to know when I bleed?”
“I want to know everything about you, including your cycle. I want to know if you’re regular and what I should expect with regard to cramping and mood swings.
I want to know if you prefer tampons or pads.
” I lean in closer so that my face is two inches from hers.
“I want to monitor your periods and change your pads and tampons, Emilia.”
Her breath hitches. She blinks a few times.
“I’m a hands-on kind of guy.”
She winces. “But my periods?”
“Including your time of the month. If we’re going to be together, why on Earth would we tiptoe around a topic that’s a perfectly natural part of life and happens one quarter of the time?
Why would I leave you to handle that on your own?
If you need clothes, I will buy them. If you’re hungry, I will feed you.
If you’re cold, I will cover you. I’m not going to ignore your periods and pretend they aren’t happening.
If you have cramps, I’ll get you some medicine.
If you’re grumpy, I’ll listen to you. If you need chocolate, I’ll give it to you.
If your flow is heavy, I’ll make sure you have enough padding.
If you need to orgasm to help with the cramping, I’ll make sure that happens too, baby. ”
She’s staring at me. Stunned.
I know I’m not like other men. I’m well aware. But I’m me. And Emilia needs to know all of what to expect up front.
I know she’s not Renee. I get that. Brody even reminded me of that fact this morning.
But I need to protect my heart to some extent, and the best way to do that is to lay all my cards on the table so that there are no surprises down the line.
If Emilia can’t handle my level of dominance, I need to know that now.
She narrows her gaze and changes the subject. “Are you going to have sex with me?”
I grin. “Millions of times, I hope.”
She rolls her pretty brown eyes. “Tonight, Haden. Are we going to have sex tonight?”
“Not a chance, sassy girl.”
She glares. “Please tell me you aren’t planning to wait until marriage or something. That’s so barbaric.”
I laugh. “It may be barbaric, but it’s brilliant.”
She groans. “You’ve been talking to my brothers and cousins.”
“Yep.”
“You haven’t mentioned marriage. You left that out when you ordered me to stop drinking coffee as if you planned to knock me up.”
“I fully intend to knock you up, baby. But you’ll be wearing my ring when I do so. My cock isn’t going inside you until then.”
“I’m not getting married this week, Haden.”
I shrug. “Then you’re not having sex this week.”
Emilia groans. It’s so fucking cute. “You say that like you’ve been asking me to marry you for months and I’ve been putting you off.”
“Your brothers and cousins have successfully proven that the fastest way to get a woman to the altar is to deny her cock or any other object entering her pussy. So I’ll spend every moment I’m not working luring you into my web until you can’t live without me.”
More eye rolling from my sassy girl. “Maybe your web doesn’t need to include you hovering between my legs when I’m bleeding. Because, ew.”
“And when will that be exactly? You haven’t answered me.”
A heavy sigh is followed by, “Tomorrow probably. I’m pretty regular, if you must know. Five days of annoying bleeding every twenty-eight days.” She keeps her chin up as she delivers this information, as if it will gross me out and dissuade me from the subject. It won’t.
I press against her wrists, reminding her that I’m dominating her. “Do you have everything you need in your room, baby?” I ask gently.
“Haden…”
“Answer me, Emilia.”
She turns her head to the side, avoiding my eyes. “Yes, bossy man, I have plenty of tampons and pads.”
“Which do you prefer?”
Another groan. “Both. Sometimes I need both.”
“Noted.”
“Can we please talk about something else?” she begs.
“Sure. How about birth control?”
“Haden!” she shouts.
“What? You wanted a new subject. Are you on birth control?”
“No. I’m not. Happy?”
“Immensely. Have you ever been?”
“Grrr. No.”
“Have you always used condoms?”
Emilia squeezes her eyes closed tight and purses her lips.
“What? That’s a fair question. I want to know if you’ve always protected yourself.”
After releasing her lips and opening her eyes, she shoots daggers at me. “Haden, I’ve never used a condom. I’ve never even touched a condom or seen one up close. Do you know why?”
I’m startled for a moment before it dawns on me. Duh. How did it never occur to me that she might be a virgin? “Baby, have you ever seen a man’s cock?”
“No. Are you still happy?”
My smile must be bigger than the sun. “So fucking happy I could scream, actually.”
“Great…” She rolls those gorgeous eyes yet again.
“Enough eye rolling, naughty girl. I’m going to flip you over and spank your ass if you don’t stop.”
“Ha. Is that supposed to be a deterrent? You spanked me pretty hard last night. It made me horny.”
Piss and vinegar, this one. I love a challenge. “Good. You’ll be sexually frustrated pretty often if I have to spank you all the time and leave you wanting.”
She gasps. “Haden…”
“Try me,” I warn.
She clenches her thighs together. “New topic, please.”
“I agree. Just so we’re clear. I’m forty years old. You were absolutely right about the paint in that house. It must have a fertility pheromone in it,” I tease. “Tomorrow I’m going to start scraping paint away from windows. I bet if I inhale that all day, I’ll be harder than a rock by the evening.”
She giggles. “Poor baby with your no-sex rule and all.”
I chuckle. “Ah, but the no masturbation rule only applies to you. I can stroke my cock as often as I want while I wait for you to decide you want it bad enough.”
“Asshole.”
“No cussing rule, too. You need to learn to control your dirty mouth before all these babies are born. Their poor little ears. I wouldn’t want my kid’s first word to be fuck.”
Emilia sighs heavily. “My ass is going to hurt a lot,” she grumbles.
“Probably.”
She tugs on her arms. “Did you bring me out to your RV so you could embarrass me with every taboo topic known to mankind?”
She’s right. Enough talking. I need to make her scream again.