Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
“Want me to take the blanket off?”
“No. No.”
“All right. Shh. Everything is going to be all right. I’ll make sure of that.” He settled her on the bed, then moved to the door to lock it. Her gaze followed him. He took off his pants. Grabbing some tissues, he joined her on the bed just dressed in his boxers.
He’d laid her so her head was midway up the bed. He used the tissues to clean up her face, holding a tissue to her nose.
“I’m sorry you have to take care of me. I don’t know what’s come over me.”
“Hush,” he said. He winced at how harsh he sounded. “Girl, if you knew of my desires, you wouldn’t be apologizing for this. You’d likely be running.”
“Doubtful,” she said in a scratchy voice.
“You’re thirsty? I’ll go downstairs and get you a drink.”
“No!” she cried, sounding so panicked that it made him wince. He couldn’t stand seeing her in distress.
“Shh. Shh. I’m only going to go for a few minutes. Unless you have a cup in the bathroom?”
“There’s a small fridge in that cupboard under the TV. It should have bottles of water.”
Getting up, he moved to the cupboards and found the small fridge hidden behind one. He grabbed two bottles of water and set them on the nightstand before picking her up then settling on the bed with her on his lap. Again, he leaned her back so she was reclining against his arm. Then he held the bottle to her lips.
“I want this all gone, little girl. You haven’t peed since this morning. Which means you’re clearly dehydrated.”
She turned her mouth away and he drew the bottle back. “If I drink all this, I’ll have to pee very soon.”
“Good. Drink.” He gave her a stern look as she pressed her lips together. “Little girl, I don’t want to spank you right now, but I will if you neglect your health.”
Eyeing him, as though she wasn’t quite sure whether to believe him or not, she opened her mouth once more.
She drank half the bottle down before shaking her head. He sighed, looking at the bottle.
“Tummy’s full. Want cock.”
Damn. Christ. He didn’t think it was possible for him to get any harder. He was going to be lucky if he didn’t explode as soon as the tip got past her plump lips.
“You can have the rest soon.” He set it down and she smirked, then quickly hid it. “Don’t think I didn’t see that, little girl. You are not winning. You will drink the rest or you’re going to sleep with a red bottom. Only reason you’re not over my knee right now is because . . .”
“Because I’m an emotional mess? Because I just lost it? Because I’ve gone cuckoo?”
“Right. That’s it.” He rolled her over his lap and gave her several sharp slaps on her ass. Of course, she was still wrapped in the blanket and her clothing, so she probably didn’t feel anything but a dull thud.
However, it wasn’t his intent to inflict pain. But rather shake her out of her mindset. This wasn’t like Maeve. She was usually so positive. Sure, she had some insecurities. But he couldn’t stand to hear her being so negative. Especially about herself.
When he turned her back over, she was staring at him in shock. “You actually did it.”
“You didn’t think I would?”
“I . . . I wasn’t completely sure,” she whispered.
“Girl, you need to stop with the bullshit negativity about yourself. I might not be the best with emotions or with tears, well, your tears, but there is nothing I wouldn’t do to look after you. I would do everything for you if you’d allow it. You’d never make another decision, I’d take them all over. I’d feed you, bathe you, dress you, anything you needed. I want to do it all.”
“I . . . I . . . really?”
“Yes.”
She licked her dry lips. She needed more water. But he also knew she needed to talk this out.
“I don’t think I could do that all the time.”
Right. He knew it was too much to ask. He opened his mouth to tell her that, but she kept going.
“But sometimes I might like that. When my Little is feeling very young. Sometimes she likes older activities. Like playing in the mud and jumping in puddles. And snowball fights. I really want to have snowball fights. Oh, and I’ve always wanted one of those toy dogs that walks and poops and barks. That would be fun.”
He gave her a look.
“I’m rambling, huh? I guess I’m saying that I might not want it all the time . . . but a lot of the time I might like you to make the decisions. Yeah, like . . . now.”
He sucked in a breath.
Seriously?
Fuck.
“I wish I had everything I need to take care of you.”