“Seriously, Paxton. At least turn around.”
Paxton moved close to my lips while his fingers massaged my clit. He skated a hot palm over my jaw and into the hair at the nape of my neck, fisting it, jerking my head back. “Don’t talk. It’s so simple. I don’t want to hear one word unless I tell you to. This * became mine when I let you have my last name. This * pisses when I say piss. Piss. Now—or we’re done in here.”
I didn’t respond.
I couldn’t do it. No matter how much I tried to tell myself to just go, I couldn’t, and Paxton didn’t want me to. His thumb on my nub kept me from it. Exactly what he wanted.
“If this is a game, keep playing it. I feel like I hit the lottery. I love fucking with you. My dick gets hard thinking about it,” he said as he stood. He bent at the waist and kissed me again, thrusting his tongue deep inside my mouth. Fingers slid from my pulsating button to my opening, spreading arousal from my ass to my clit, and then back. “You know what else?”
Again, I didn’t answer. I stared at him with wide eyes.
“You fucking love it. I can’t come near you without your * getting wet. I’m liking this new you. Keep it up.”
Just like he always did, he stopped. Two fingers dipped deep inside me while his thumb pressed hard on my nub and another one pressed on the pucker in my ass. And that was it. He stood and handed me the crutches.
Paxton led me toward the patio with a hand on the small of my back. My feet skidded to a halt when I realized he meant for me to go outside with no panties.
“I’m not going out there for the entire world to see me half naked,” I protested.
He shoved my arm and I was forced to walk or fall. I walked. Of course, as soon as I did, I had to pee. I was no sooner sitting when the urge took over full-force again. He left me to get coffee and a plate bacon, eggs, and toast, and I enjoyed the morning. For the most part. I still had to pee.
I declined the food, but took the coffee and the pill. I really didn’t feel like I needed it. I had pain in my hip a little, and my shoulder, but mostly when I lifted it. I took it for the high. To be able to escape this madness a little, maybe sleep it off
Paxton talked like we were the happiest couple on earth. Right beside me, looking out to the endless ocean. I could see a man and a dog, walking along the beach, and one jogger. That was it, a beautiful, wide-open beach. I was in heaven, married to the devil. No neighbors were seen from this side of the house. Nothing but a green lawn, open spaces, and the never-ending sea.
“I have to step out for a bit this afternoon. I have to meet with the Walton’s for the final walkthrough. Tricia is going to help you with lunch and help get the girls laid down for naps. I think you’ll be okay here alone with them until I get home.”
I hesitated, wondering whether or not I was allowed to speak. I did anyway. “Are we friends, Tricia and me?”
Paxton laughed. “If that’s what you want to call it. You don’t really have friends. I’m your friend, Rowan’s your friend, and Ophelia’s your friend. That’s all you need. They’re acquaintances. Mommy socialites. That’s enough for you.”
“Oh, well, yeah, since you say so,” I smartly replied. I couldn’t help it. Was this guy for real? Was he being serious? He picked my friends, too? The look on his face solidified the expression. Of course he was serious. “Aren’t they a little old for naps?” I asked while fighting the impulse to say more.
“Almost. Ophelia still needs a nap for sure. She’s like a bear with a splinter if she doesn’t get a nap. Rowan doesn’t sleep most of the time, but we still make her settle down and rest a little. It’s good for them.”
He smiled with a silent snort. His head and shoulders barely moving with the puff of air. I felt the roughness of his fingers when he placed his hand on my knee and pulled it toward him, opening me for his view. I didn’t even falter. Not even at the jolt of pain in my hip. Instead, I reached for toast and picked off a piece, plopping it into my mouth without taking my eyes from him.
“I’m not sure you were this defiant six years ago. Makes me want to stick my dick in your mouth again. Keep it up,” he warned in a threatening tone.
I didn’t keep anything up. I had to pee and the coffee made it worse. My knee bounced, but only on the inside. I tried not to give him the satisfaction, but it was short lived. I had to piss.
“I have to pee.”
“That didn’t take long.”
Paxton once again led me to the bathroom and resumed the same position. Right between my legs. One hand on my good knee. The bastard didn’t even watch. It was nothing more than a power trip. He stood and looked out the window while I went. Freaking prick.