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“What about our parents?” she asks, her voice muffled.
“What about them? I haven’t seen my dad in years, I only speak to him because he calls me and refuses to stop. What we do is none of their business. I’m happy to change my number and never speak to him again if that’d make things easier for you.”
“Oz,” she says wearily. “This is too much. I need to sleep, and I want to do it in my own bed.”
“My bed is bigger and more comfortable.”
“The other bed is plenty big enough for me,” she says, trying to push away from me.
“New rule, Little One. We sleep together from now on, and when I’m not here, you sleep in my bed.”
“Octy will be here in a few days, we’ll find our own place, then I won’t be here at all,” she says, clearly trying to force confidence into her voice and failing when she looks at me, clearly asking for my permission.
“You know that’s not going to be happening, Etta. You might not want to admit it, but you know I’ll never let you go,” I growl, releasing my hold on her only long enough to grab her face and force her to look at me. “You live here with me from now on. This is a small town, and they love their friendly neighborhood firefighters. Especially Herb, who is the only realtor in town. He had a fire out at his fishing cabin about six months ago. We got the flames out before the place collapsed and even managed to save his favorite rods. It wouldn’t take much to make sure no one in Rockhead Point would be willing to rent to either you or Octy. But that seems like a lot of effort for you to just end up exactly where you started, which is here in this house with me.”
“Why are you doing this?” she asks, like she still doesn’t get it.
“Because you’re mine, Henrietta and I won’t lose you.”
Her lips snap shut, and she looks up at me like I’m a stranger. And I am. We don’t know this version of each other. But I don’t have to know her to know that she’s it for me. I plan to get to know every single nuance that makes her, her. But right now, I know enough to be completely confident that no matter how much she fights and argues, I’ll never let her go.
“You need to sleep. I shouldn’t have woken you up in the middle of the night, but I couldn’t go another minute without claiming you. Let’s go to bed.”
“You won’t let me sleep in the other room, will you?” she asks, already knowing the answer.
“No, Little One. If I’m not at work, we sleep together.”
“I—”
“Enough,” I snap, sharply cutting her off before she can start whatever protest she has planned next. “Are you walking to bed, or am I carrying you?”
“Oz.”
“Get into bed, Etta.”
Wrapping her arms around her breasts, she slowly steps around me, moving toward the bed.
“Good girl,” I praise, following her onto the mattress and then settling the comforter over us both.
“Why do I like that so much?” she whines, more to herself than to me, but I answer anyway.
“Because you like knowing you’ve pleased me. You like knowing that you’ve done what I’ve told you to do. Because you like being my good girl.”
“I’m an adult. I don’t need to be praised like a toddler.” She sighs.
“Just because you’re an adult doesn’t mean you don’t need to be complimented. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be positively rewarded for doing something well,” I assure her, shocking myself with how sure I sound.
“You’re making me sound like a dog, doing tricks for treats,” she says with a teeny, tiny huff that’s fucking adorable and not at all intimidating.
“Does my puppy need to be petted? I have the perfect place,” I coo, dragging her toward me and pushing my hand between her thighs, finding her clit and tapping at it with my fingertip.
“Oh my god, I just fucked my stepbrother, don’t make this any weirder by calling me a puppy,” she squeaks, pushing my hand away, rolling to her side, and putting her back to me.
I can’t help it, I laugh. Ignoring her obvious desire to put space between us, I capture her with my arm and drag her back into me. Curling my body around her, I rest my now semi-hard dick against her butt crack, wishing I didn’t have to go back to work in a few hours so I could take the time to prepare her to feel me pushing my cock into her tight asshole.
Holding her close, I lift my head and rest my lips against her ear. “I’m not your stepbrother, Etta. Our parents might be married, but we’ve never had any kind of familial link. We haven’t done anything wrong, and I don’t give a fuck if anyone has a problem with us being together.”
Her sigh is tired and weary.
