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Talking to her yesterday, video chatting while she was in the tub, watching her come while I dirty talked about fucking her ass—it’s something I never even knew I wanted from a woman. But with Etta, I want to be a part of every single aspect of her life. I want to feed her, bathe her, talk to her while she eats, while she works, while she falls asleep. I want to know what she’s doing every moment of every day, and I want her to want to tell me.
The level of control I crave with her is obscene, but the more I demand of her, the more she gives, like she craves it too. I love my job. I relish the way I get to immerse myself in saving lives and the adrenaline that comes with each emergency that happens. But just thinking about spending the rest of my life with Etta gives me the same sense of excitement.
I haven’t mentioned the courthouse wedding I’ve arranged for us yet. I doubt she’ll be as enthusiastic as I am, but that’s okay. I’m confident I can convince her that this is happening, and if I can’t, then I’m more than happy to fuck her into a stupor, then throw her over my shoulder and drop her in front of the judge.
By the end of the day, she’s going to be Mrs. Etta Malik, and the baby I hope is already growing in her belly is just going to make everything even more perfect. When my alarm goes off at five a.m., I jump out of bed and head for the shower, just as everyone else is starting to stir.
Once I’m clean and dressed, I pack my stuff into my duffel, then head to the kitchen and start to prepare breakfast. The other team starts at seven a.m., but we always eat together early before we leave for our four days off.
This morning, I make eggs, sausage links, and toast, placing the serving dishes on the table just as my team starts to emerge.
“You’re eager this morning, bro,” Danny says, slipping into a seat and helping himself to food.
“I’m looking forward to getting home,” I admit.
“Has that got anything to do with a certain cotton-candy-colored-haired stepsister you’ve got holed up at your place?”
“She’s not my stepsister,” I growl.
“Oh,” Danny says with a smirk, arching his brows at me. “I didn’t know it was like that.”
“Like what?” I snap.
“Clearly, she’s something to you,” Danny states.
“She’s fucking everything,” I hiss, narrowing my eyes at the guy who I normally consider my brother.
“Chill,” he says, holding his hands up. “I wasn’t thinking about making a move. I just didn’t realize hate had turned to…” He trails off, waiting for me to fill in the gaps.
“She’s mine.”
Nodding, a smirk tips his lips. “Should have seen this coming. I take it this is a Barnett-type situation.”
“If you mean, have I claimed her, and will I fucking kill you if you look at what’s mine, then yes, that’s exactly the situation,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Chill, bro. I’m not looking,” Danny assures me. “You know me. I’m not looking to be tied down. I like my women wet and willing to leave once we’re done.”
“Yeah, well, I liked variety, until Etta. Now no one else exists,” I admit, shocking myself with how honest I’m being. “I always assumed the Barnett stuff was all bullshit, but bro, now…if it’s not true, then I have no fucking clue what’s happening to me, but I don’t want it to stop.”
When the rest of the table fills with my teammates, I heap food onto my plate and start to eat, ready to get home to my future wife. I watch the clock tick down to seven a.m., and once the whole B team is here, I grab my stuff, wave goodbye, and barge out of the door and across the lot to where my truck is parked.
Sliding behind the wheel, I pull out onto the road a moment later, fighting the urge to put my foot down so I can get home to her quicker.
When I arrive home, the house is quiet and peaceful. Opening the door, I kick off my boots, pull off my T-shirt and start to unfasten my pants as I climb the stairs, not wanting to have to wait a moment longer than I have to to be inside of her.
Shucking out of my socks and boxers, I’m naked as I pad silently into the bedroom, finding her tiny body curled up under the comforter in the middle of my bed. At the sight of her, I suck in a sharp breath, my lungs fully inflating for the first time since I left here on Monday lunchtime.
I’d planned to throw back the covers and climb over her deliciously naked body, but now that I’m here, looking at her, I don’t want to startle her awake, even if my dick is rock-hard and dripping precum from the tip.
Instead, I lift the edge of the comforter and slip into the bed behind her. Spooning my body around hers, I lift her leg and run my fingers through her folds. She’s wet, and I’m unable to resist the temptation of her perfect fucking cunt as I position the head of my cock at her entrance and push inside.
The feeling of the heat of her body swaddling my cock is like coming home, and I exhale a ragged, blissful moan as I fill her with my dick until her ass is in my lap, her leg resting on top of my thigh.
My body urges me to start fucking her, but I don’t want to miss a moment of her reaction, so instead I wrap my arm across her chest and hold her to me, so fucking grateful that she’s here, that she’s mine. Needing her awake, I slide one hand up her body until my palm is spread around her throat, then I push the other between her thighs, parting her folds until I find her clit with my fingers. “Good morning, Little One.”
Slowly rubbing, I feel the moment her body starts to react to the pleasure I’m giving it, and a soft huff of air puffs from between her parted lips. Her ass tries to move, but she’s so full of my cock, she can’t, and a whine burbles from her.
No longer content with her peaceful slumber, I roll her clit between my finger and thumb, softly pinching the tiny bundle of nerves until her breaths become ragged and her hips start to roll, her body instinctively reacting to my cock.
