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I place her on the floor briefly so I can pull my pants up. I continue to spoil Leighton by hauling her over my shoulder.
She could walk to the bathroom herself. It’s me who wants to do this for her.
Her giggles are the warmest sunshine to my icy, desolate heart. Her sated smile as I place her in the bathroom is everything I could’ve ever wanted.
To see her smiling every day for the rest of my life.
Crying too.
That’s it.
She twists her head to look at me when I remove the butt plug carefully. I turn on the warm water, soak a towel with it, then dab it over her backside.
Only there. I’m not wiping away my cum. I place her on the vanity, collect the semen from her thighs, and push it back in.
She narrows her eyes. They gleam as she studies my face. “You actually want babies with me.”
“I do.” I offer her my wet fingers, and she sucks on them greedily. “Many babies. As much as your body can take, little doll.”
We don’t mention they’ll be Ry’s half-siblings.
I don’t bring up the dead bodies in my backyard.
The double standard doesn’t escape me. I demand Leighton to trust me, but it’ll take me a while to trust her in return. I have no guarantees she won’t freak out. It’s only to be expected.
At the moment, there’s no one else here. We’re us. Her and me, and the promise that I’ll handle the rest.
Just her and—
The piercing ringtone of my burner phone slashes through our afterglow.
“Who’s that?” Leighton’s head snaps in the direction of the door.
Hazel, my housekeeper, won’t call. That was our deal.
I have no such arrangement with Dr. Hatchett.
A glint of curiosity and maybe hope shines in Leighton’s eyes. My irritation at the phone call quickly escalates into fury.
I’m hurt. Fuck yeah, I am. I hate that I was right.
She needs more time.
I can’t have her screaming for help on an impulse while I take the call. I can’t. I won’t have her screaming and making it sound like I’m forcing her to be here.
“I’m going to answer the phone.” I grab her hair, my gentleness gone.
“Okay.” Leighton’s freaking eyes keep darting to the door. To someone who might save her.
I know she loves me. I understand human nature too.
In a few days, once she gets used to this place, she’ll be begging for me to stay longer.
Today is not that day.
“I love you, Leigh,” I say and mean it.
“I, uh, I lo—”
