I watch her stare at the door. Gripping her hand in mine, I tug her close. “They’ll be fine, Cat. Come. We have to pack your things.”
“I can’t believe I’m going to move into your condo. My parents are going to flip because I’m supposed to go to college in the fall.”
“What are you going to college for?” I ask; she’s never mentioned a specific major. In fact, any conversation has been extremely vague regarding her plans. Either she doesn’t have a goal in mind or doesn’t want to share it. Still, I need that answer.
“I don’t know. I hadn’t decided on a major or anything, but I’m just expected to go.”
“What do you want to do with your life?”
“Until I met you, I hadn’t made any plans for the future. I didn’t have a path.”
“And now?”
“I want a life with you.” She dips her head in embarrassment as if there’s a reason for it burying her face in my chest, looking nervous like I don’t want the same fucking thing.
I tip her chin upward, making her look at me before I kiss her nose. “Good. I’ll give you all the education you need. The first class will be Packing 101, followed by Orgasms 105, Marriage 202, Pregnancy 303, and then you graduate with a degree in Happily Ever After.”
“That sounds pretty nice.”
“Honestly, if you want to go to school, there are plenty of colleges in the city, online colleges around the country, and if you don’t, I’ll stand by your side, but it’s up to you.” We go into her bedroom, and I smile, thinking about how fucking good it felt to finally sink into her warmth after the teasing and longing. She’s mine.
“My parents are going to flip,” she mutters, going into her closet. That’s the second time she’s mentioned it aloud. I’m betting it’s been playing in her head the whole damn time.
“Are you worried?” I ask, going for the camera I put on the back of the bookshelf. Snatching the small device, I tuck it into my pocket before she gets out of the closet.
“No, but I’m curious. Was that camera running all the time or at night?”
“What?”
“Don’t lie to me. I saw the video this morning.”
“You’re not upset.”
“I thought about it for a minute, but I’m not. It stops before you come into my bedroom, so I’m assuming you made sure not to record us.”
“Of course, I didn’t.” I pull her into my arms and kiss her lips.
“Then?”
She wants answers and it’s the first time I feel embarrassed. “I don’t have it on all the time. I just like to check in on you. I’m fascinated by you. I wanted to see you.” I run my hands over her ass, rubbing her backside, pulling her pussy against my length to make her understand how insane I am. “It makes me sick and twisted, but you’re my fucking obsession.”
“Good to know. Now help me pack,” she replies, kissing my cheek before stepping out of my grasp.
I reach out and catch her hand. “Seriously, you’re not bothered?”
She spins and faces me. “God no. If you knew how wet my pussy is right now, you’d forget about the packing and bend me over right now and turn that fucker on.”
“Oh, my little bad girl, you want to be seen.”
“Only by you.”
“My little exhibitionist, but I’m sorry, I can’t. I uninstalled the software before we even came over today. I wanted to make sure no boys were coming over.”
“Jealous much.”
“Very fucking jealous, so get used to it. I don’t share or play well with others. You’re my priority and so will our babies.”
“How many babies are we having?”
“As many as you want to give me?”
“What if I want one?”
“Then we’ll have one.”
“What if I want ten?”
“Then I’ll sure as hell enjoy putting ten little ones inside of you. Hopefully, mostly boys.”
“Same. I don’t think I could handle having so many little girls.”
“So let’s get started.”
“On the packing or the baby making?” she asks, arching her brow at me with her sexy lips pursed in a crooked smile.
“Packing. I want you in our condo where we’ll have some privacy before I fuck you rough.”
“No cameras?”
“Damn it, woman.”
“There are cameras, but not filming unless I’m not home. They’re only for security purposes. I don’t want anyone, and I mean anyone seeing my woman naked. We still have to discuss these pictures.”
“Hey, Charlie took the one in the bedroom and I wasn’t naked in any of them. That’s the closest I get to being naked. I was almost naked.”
“But they get pretty revealing. Who the fuck took the rest? You weren’t here or in my room.”
“I went to one of those boudoir photography places, and a woman took and developed them. She did it all and shipped it privately so there was no label to let people know where it came from.” I’m still not pleased with the idea of it, but what can I do? I love the pictures and I’ll treasure my spank bank material. The little brat.