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Yeah, when she says that, she’s mine. Meadow is all mine. To keep.
There’s just a split second of time where she smiles at me, I smile back, and that’s it. This is where I fall in love with Meadow.
I let out an unsteady breath and stow the address in my pocket, but not before I see my future wife lives in the shittiest of shitty buildings. As if I need any more years taken off my life today.
I bang my head against the door. Of course the woman I fall in love with has an independent streak a mile wide when I’m a possessive, controlling bastard.
“Suitcase. Where is it?” “I’m going to murder you!” “Many have tried,” I drawl. “All have failed.” Her struggles cease momentarily. “I-I…really?” She sniffs. “You don’t have to be so cavalier about it.”
“Because I’m your protector. Your provider. Your first and last fuck.” With every title I list for myself, I give her a thrust of my rigid cock, sliding her up and down the wall. “I’m the hand that feeds you, I’m the one who kills for you, the one who dries your tears.” I trail my tongue slowly up the side of her neck. “I’m your king and you’re going to be my queen.”
“I want to make us both whole. Now come on your man’s dick. Come like an obedient queen.”
“Go on, little virgin queen. Give me everything your pussy makes. All the tasty wetness. It goes on this king cock. Every time.”
I’m in so much trouble here. I must have said that out loud, because Walker’s mouth pauses in the act of sucking on my neck. “You and me both, gorgeous.” His eyes snap with intensity. “The best kind of trouble.”
“I love you,” he says again, his jaw popping. “In a way that borders on insane. Insane. And you will not leave. Are we clear?”
“Your boss is holding me against my will. I would appreciate anything you have handy to feed me, if only so I can build enough strength to escape.”
Before I know what he’s going to do, he picks me up and sits me down on the edge of the wide bed, stepping between my thighs. His hands lift to cup my face. “I’ll never want another woman as long as I live. I’ve been alive for thirty-five years and I’ve never even had a serious girlfriend. Know why? No woman has even made a passing impression. Then you walk in and fucking sink me. Just like that. I’ve been waiting for you, Meadow. Just you.” I’m reeling from the sincerity in his voice when I feel his hand around my throat. “And I think it goes without saying that if you ever go near another
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I’ve got so much to live for now—and she’s probably trying to climb down the drainpipe about now.
They almost took me away from her. I need to hold her. I need…I think I need her to hold me, too.
Christ, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Wait. Is she…crying? She stops pacing abruptly and swivels to face me. A tiny sob leaves her and I feel it deep in my stomach, that proof of her distress. “What’s wrong?” I rasp. “I’ll fix it.” Her mouth drops open. “What’s wrong? I was standing in the kitchen with Helen having a cup of tea a-and some of your men rushed through from the living room saying…they said s-someone tried to assassinate you and—”
My pulse thuds in my ears. “That’s why you’re crying?” She swipes at her eyes with frustration. “You weren’t supposed to see.” I point at the ground in front of me. “Come here.” Meadow snorts at my order. “No one’s ever cried for me before and I…” I stop to clear my throat, but it won’t stop hurting. “Please, will you come here to me?”
“You’re all tensed up,” she whispers near my neck, her thumb digging into the muscles just above my collar, rubbing in a circle, sending a rush of pleasure down my spine. Goddamn, that does feel amazing. “Let me help. Please? I love massage. I’d…love it most of all if I could give you one.”
“Let me show you what I do.” My desire to give her anything she wants butts up against my bone-deep reservations. “I was taught to never make myself vulnerable. Taking off my clothes and giving someone my back, closing my eyes…” I shake my head. “I don’t think I can give up that much control, Meadow.” “Not even to me?” Oh fuck. I really don’t like that hurt expression on her face. Feels like someone is digging through my chest with a rusted knife. “It’s important to you?”
“So much strength. You’re even sexier than I expected, although I thought you’d have a bunch of tattoos.” I shudder. “Lying down in a chair while some guy uses a needle on me?” “Yeah, yeah, yeah. It makes you vulnerable.” She trails her lips up my neck and whispers in my ear. “You’re doing great so far. Pants next.”
I lift my hips to show her how hard she’s making me already. “If I’m getting naked, gorgeous, so are you.” She moans. “Deal.”
“Really?” Our fingers bump in our mutual efforts to remove my belt. “I expected you to fight me on that.” Her breath catches, lower lip trembling. “I don’t want to fight with you right now. I was so worried you’d been hurt—” “Shhh.” I snare her mouth in a s...
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Meadow runs oily palms up my back and my worries scatter. “Jesus Christ,” I groan. And then again when her thumbs find the base of my spine and dig in. “Jesus. Christ.” She giggles. “Told you.” “Where’d you get the oil?” “It was in my medicine cabinet. You packed it.” “Wise of me.”
“Walker. It’s so big.” “I know, baby. Shhh. Come here.” I pull her mouth down for another kiss, then tuck her face into the crook of my neck to muffle her inevitable scream. No help for what comes next. I’m at the point of no return. My blood is a lake of fire and I’m already on the verge of ejaculating, she’s so tight. Fuck, fuck, fuck. “It’s only going to hurt for a second, Meadow, baby. I love you. Just hang onto me.”
“Good, baby. Take it.” “I…” She gasps. “I love you.” Our mouths lock together and I feel half my soul leave my body, planting inside of hers. Irrevocably. “God, Meadow,” I rasp. “God, I love you, too.”
“Of my own free will?” “Yes. I will open a massage studio for you. I will have to heavily vet your female only clients, but it will be yours and it will be the best damn studio in Boston. You can come and go with bodyguards. Lots of them. I’m compromising. Do you recognize that I’m compromising?” A watery sounds bursts out of me. “Yes.”
The day I met my wife, Meadow, my love, my life, my heart and soul. My fantasy come to life. The mother of my twin boys.
“I’ve decided what I want for my birthday,” I rasp, drawing up the hem of her dress to her hips. “Me?” she breathes, reaching for my belt and unfastening it quickly. “Always, Meadow. Always you.”
