“Er…you locking me back in that room?”
That gets me a smirk and a quirked brow.
“Nope.”
Huh. So informative this one is. (Spoken in a Yoda voice.)
I cough twice.
“You are not sleeping in the same bed, room, or square footage as me.”
Remember what happened the last time a guy found you hot?
Oh yeah. Not something I’m likely to forget this century, and not something I’m looking to repeat, even if he does seem somewhat normal and nice and not into stabbing me to death with an ice pick.
“Ellie, baby, princess, I’ll sleep wherever I please and you can’t do a damn thing about it. Considering that I know you and that I know, without a doubt, that the minute I leave you alone you’ll be trying to get out of here, I’m pretty sure that you’ll be sleeping beside me, handcuffed to me for the next little while. Stop pouting and glaring at me, baby, you can’t win this one.”
With that dictate, he stalks closer, throws me over his shoulder, and proceeds to lug my protesting form out of the huge living room, up the stairs, and down a long corridor to a master bedroom that’s big enough for two and a half of my apartments to fit into comfortably.
“Shut it,” he yells when I start cursing a blue streak and pounding at his lower back.
“No, you! Put me down, you behemoth!”
A thwack to my ass shuts me up before he tosses me onto a bed and stands over me glaring.
A screech leaves me and I scramble to the headboard before looking around. The place is a palace, a freaking designer’s dream of dark blues and blacks, and the damn bed is bigger than a normal king.
Wyatt, I notice, is still glowering, fit to peel the skin off me as he stands beside the bed with his hands on his hips.
“You’re being a real pain in the ass, Ellie. We’re here to sleep, that’s it, so stop being melodramatic! Now lie your ass down and give me your left wrist.”
A drawer scrapes open and he pulls out a pair of lined cuffs that make me think of the set I once bought a friend as a gag gift.
“No.”
That sets him off and he falls on me as I kick and scream, settling so much of his weight on me that I’m pinned and unable to move as I struggle for breath.
When the cuff snaps closed around my wrist, I’m almost certain he’s grinning, but he rolls off and lies down beside me without another word.
“Why?”
I’m getting too predictable and even I know it. I watch him roll his eyes.
“I told you already. I want you, so I took you. No, I am not going to hurt you. No, I am not lying. You’re my girl, Ellie, and killing you would be stupid when I plan to marry you and put my six babies in your belly. Go to sleep.”
Speechless is not an accurate description for the way I feel, and by the time I’m able to speak, the oaf is fast asleep and snoring beside me.
“Stupid pig. Lying ignoramus.”
“I can hear you and it’s hurting my delicate feelings that you think so poorly of your man, Ellie,” he mumbles seconds later, his tone derisive and amused. “Settle your ass down, now, and go to sleep before I lose control and fuck you. A man can only take so much lip before he loses it, and your constant griping is giving me a boner.”
Well!
I settle my ass down the moment I get a look at the bulge tenting his jeans and lie awake…well I try, but for some reason my traitorous eyes drift shut and I’m out like a light.
***
Wyatt
She’s so damn cute, it’s a struggle not to rip her clothes off and just fall on her like a ravening beast. It’s true; her mouthing off at me, a man who’s used to control and obedience, is giving my already quaking dick a hard time of things.
Doesn’t she realize that I’m about ready to snap and take what I want? Sitting on the sofa that long with her sweet scent in my nose was torture, and only her apparent fear was able to keep me at bay.
I don’t want to stake my claim on a woman who’s frightened of me, but unfortunately for my baby, my dick knows no scruples and has been yowling his displeasure loud enough that it was a struggle not to pull her cowering form into my lap for some loving attention.
The good old boy wants in despite my protestations and urgings that she needs. He, on the other hand, doesn’t care that much about feeling anything other than the snug warmth hidden between her thighs.
And the lippy baggage isn’t making it easy, either. Damned woman and her bravado is such a turn-on that I can barely think straight right now.
When she finally drops off to sleep and snuggles closer as if seeking my warmth, I smile darkly and pull her into my side, loving the soft weight and heat as her breasts mash into me.
I won’t go there yet simply because this is for keeps, not a quick round to satisfy my urges before I move on. Ellie is mine; I knew it the minute I ordered that tail on her and her file landed on my desk.