How is it possible that I want him to do all of those things he just described while I also want to kick him in his balls?
“Say yes, and I’ll make you a very happy woman.” His fingers creep up my inner thigh. “Starting right now.”
I push his hand away. “The promise of an orgasm won’t make me say yes to your marriage proposal.”
“What will? Because I very much want you to say yes.”
This isn’t a date we’re talking about. Or even a hookup. This is marriage. The forever kind where you don’t get to divorce if things don’t go well. “I need time to think about it.”
“How long do you need?”
I don’t like being rushed, especially when it’s something this important. “I’ll know when I know.”
“We don’t have forever. I’ll need you to be prompt with your decision.” This man is so damn pushy.
He unbuttons his top button and then the second and third. “What are you doing?”
“Getting ready for bed.” He continues unbuttoning.
“You’re going to sleep here?”
He chuckles. “Aye, this is my bed.”
I can’t stay with this man. “Where will I sleep?”
“Right there, in my bed with me.”
“Are you crazy? We can’t do that.” My voice rises a few octaves.
“We can, and we will.”
“I haven’t said yes to marrying you.”
“I didn’t dissolve our prior agreement. Those terms still apply.”
“But you proposed.” And spoke sweetly to me.
“Either our earlier agreement or our engagement is in effect. Which is it?”
“I’m either your captive or your fiancée?”
“That’s it exactly.”
He wins either way. “I haven’t accepted your proposal, so I guess that makes me your captive.”
He sheds his shirt and tosses it on the bench at the foot of the bed. “I sleep in the nude.” He unbuckles his belt and I look away. His pants and some form of black underpants join his shirt on the bench. “Look at me.”
I suck my bottom lip, hesitating a moment before turning so that my eyes can meet his.
“Look at my cock, Westlyn.”
I suck my lip harder and do as he tells me. Not because I’m being a good little girl who wants to obey her captor’s orders. I do it for me, because curiosity is eating me alive. I want to see what a real-life cock looks like.
“You see this? How hard I am? That’s what you do to me because I want you so badly.”
No man has ever told me that he wants me. No man has ever shown me his erection and then said that I was the reason behind it. No man has ever made me feel this desirable. I don’t hate knowing that I have the power to do that to Kieran Hendry, even if he is an asshole.
He goes into the bathroom, leaving the door open. The bastard wants me to hear him jerk off. And I do.
Slapping. Smacking. Spanking.
Groans. Growls. Grunts.
All of the sounds carry directly from the bathroom to my ears. And I want to reach between my legs so badly. “Uhh, West…lyn.” I swear I nearly orgasm when I hear the way my name sounds coming from his lips when he comes.
He emerges from the bathroom and climbs into bed beside me. “Get under the covers.”
I lift my bum and push the linens down. I’m taken by surprise when he grabs me around my waist and pulls me against him with my back against his front. Damn silk gown makes me glide across the bed like a pat of butter over a hot piece of bread. “I want to feel my wife against me tonight, and I don’t want to hear any of your cheeky shite about it.”
“I’m not your—”
“Not another word, Westlyn, or my cock will become your muzzle.”
“Asshole,” I whisper.
“What was that?” I lean as far as I can away from him while being held around my waist and say nothing. “That’s what I thought. Now go to sleep.”
Not likely.
I wake to a beautiful woman wrapped around me. Not the position we started out in last night, but I like this one too. Maybe more, since her knee is bent and her leg is wrapped around my torso with my hard cock pressing against the split of her pussy.
Fuck. It’s right there against her entrance. How am I supposed to resist pushing it inside her?
I move my hips forward and press the head against her slit, making it slip between her lips. One thrust and I’d slide into her tight virginal hole. It would feel so fucking good.
I want to.
Fuck, I want to.
But I can’t.
I can’t let Westlyn leave here without being claimed, but it can’t happen like this. She’d hate me forever, and that’s not the way I want to begin my marriage.
“Westlyn.” She doesn’t stir so I say her name a second time. Her eyes flutter open, and she rapidly blinks several times. I anticipate her jerking away from me the second her brain registers the position we’re in. But she doesn’t. Instead, her eyes focus on mine. “Careful. I have a very limited amount of restraint right now.”
Her hips pull back, but then she thrusts them forward so the tip of my cock rubs between her upper lips. She does it again. And again. And again. “Not kidding, Westlyn. You’re pushing me too far, and I’m running out of control. You have to stop rubbing your pussy on me if we’re not going to fuck.”
She stills her hips and closes her eyes. “I shouldn’t have done that but… it just feels so good.”
“I can make you feel good, so fucking good, but first you have to tell me that you’ll be my wife.”
She shakes her head. “I’m not ready to do that.”
“It’s going to happen.” I lift her hand and wrap her fingers around mine so the engagement ring is visible. “You didn’t take this ring off because you know you’re going to marry me.”
“I haven’t made up my mind.”
“I think you need a little help deciding.” I push my hand between our bodies until my fingers reach her slick center.
She grabs my wrist and shakes her head. “No, Kieran.”
“I’m only going to touch on the outside. I won’t push my fingers in.”
“Kieran…”
“Let me give you what you need. I promise you’ll be able to see more clearly after you come.” Clearly see that you should say yes to my proposal.
“We both know this isn’t supposed to happen until you claim me.”
“You’re the only thing preventing that. I’ll claim you right now if you’ll let me.” I press a soft kiss to her lips and toy with her bottom lip by sucking it into my mouth and releasing it. She tilts her hips forward and I push my finger through her wet slit. Once my finger is well coated with her natural lubrication, I move it to her clit and rub it side to side over the tiny erect nub. “Your pussy is so wet. I want to taste it.”
Westlyn presses her forehead to mine and tightens her grip on my upper arms. “Oh God. That feels so good. Don’t stop.”
Her breathing increases, and she wraps her hand around my cock. “I want us to come together.”
“Uhh… fuck.” I open my eyes and jolt when I see the back of Westlyn’s head. Because she’s lying on her side, her back turned to me. Breath deep and steady. Not awake with her hand around my cock.
Fuck, that dream was a cruel joke.
She’s in the same position as last night when I pulled her against me with my arm draped over her waist and her bum pressed against my cock. I’m not sure she has moved a muscle in the last seven hours.
Fuck, my dick is hard. I can’t continue to be this close to her and not act upon all the things I want to do to her.
I need to shoot something.
I shower and find Westlyn awake and sitting up in bed when I leave the bathroom to choose my suit for the day. Her eyes are red and swollen. She cried last night? I didn’t hear a peep from her. “Good morning.” Her eyes do a once-over before she looks away from my body covered only by the towel wrapped
around my waist. “You can look at me if you want. I don’t mind.” Her only response is a shake of her head. “I’m going to the shooting range. I’d like it if you came with me.” Same response, which is no reply. “I’m very good. Some people enjoy watching me with a gun.”
“Why would I want to watch you shoot a gun?”
“Because it would be more interesting than these four walls.” And because I’m proud of my skills. I’m eager to show her what I can.
“I want to see Ellison.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“I don’t even know for sure that she’s okay.”
“I swore to you on our firstborn son’s life that no harm would come to her. That’s not something I take lightly. I would never break that vow.”