Page 62 of Spark
Because nothing is easy. People don’t treat others like this.
But Warrick does. Or at least he treats me that way.
“I don’t deserve you,” I whisper.
“You deserve the world, and eventually I’ll give it to you, but a home, food, love—that’s the bare minimum, amore mio. All I’ve offered you so far is the very least I want to give you, to do for you. In a month, a year, five years, you’ll look back on this and see how little I’ve had the opportunity to do for you yet. I’m going to make you so happy, Verity. We’re going to be so fucking happy.”
I believe him, but I shouldn’t, because faith and hope and dreams don’t usually exist for people like me. But I believe him; he’s making me believe, and that’s a terrifying and dangerous thing.
Once our plates are cleared and he’s asked me a dozen times if I’ve eaten enough, and then tried to feed me fruit and candy and juice, he cleans the kitchen, then leads me back upstairs. Stripping the shirt he dressed me in over my head, he positions me naked near the door while he strips the bed and makes it again with fresh sheets.
“You’ll turn me into a brat if you keep doing everything for me,” I warn him as he smooths the comforter down, then immediately pulls it back, ready for us to crawl back into bed.
“Good. I’d love to see you try tobratme. Maybe I’d spank that sexy ass before I fucked it.” He laughs, tugging me into his arms.
“You want to spank me?” I gasp, slightly horrified.
“It’d be a fun spanking. The kind that makes your ass cheeks all pink and hot.”
“I don’t think spanking is meant to be fun.”
“I’ll show you one day,” he promises as he kicks off his shorts, his dick hard and dripping wetness from the head.
“Does that hurt?” I ask.
“No, amore mio, it doesn’t hurt. Come and snuggle with me.”
“I thought…” I point to his dick.
“You thought I wanted to fuck you again?”
I nod.
“I do. I don’t think there’s been a moment since I saw you in that parking lot that I haven’t wanted to fuck you, but right now I want to snuggle and watch some hockey, and maybe take a nap before lunch.”
Reaching for the remote control, he signs in to the hockey channel, selects the last Montana Mountain Marauders game, and hits start. I fall asleep nestled protectively in his huge arms before the end of the first period.
FIFTEEN
WARRICK
For the hundredth time since her breathing evened and she fell asleep in my arms, I look down at the naked beauty lying on my chest. Verity is mine. She wants me. She needs me. She’s mine, and I didn’t know it was possible to be this happy, but I am.
I’m not dumb. I know this is still new and unpredictable, but she gave herself to me, and I’ll never give her back. I don’t know anything about her history, but from the way she reacts, it’s clear that no one has ever taken care of her. I see it in the confusion on her face when I do something so basic it feels instinctive, yet to her is a much bigger deal.
It might take a lifetime together, but eventually I want her to expect the world from me. I want her to assume that my entire purpose in life is to make her happy, because it is. Keeping her safe. Taking care of her. Cooking for her. Bathing her. Comforting her. Entertaining her and fucking her until she’s swimming in so much of my cum, she can barely breathe. That’s my job now.
Every time she takes my hand or does as I ask. Every time she sits beside me while we eat and trusts me to keep her safe whileshe sleeps, she’s gifting me her, and I won’t ever take that gift for granted.
When I left her here two days ago, I wanted her to be here when I got home. I called and texted and communicated with her as much as I could, but a part of me worried that she’d run, and I’d find our home empty and cold.
Seeing her sleepy and rumpled in our bed when I opened the door was the greatest moment of my life so far. Hearing her tell me she wanted and needed me filled me with a purpose I had no idea I was craving, and pushing my dick into her wet and willing body felt like finally coming home.
She’s mine now, and while I want to gorge myself on her, I want to savor her too. I want to drag out every moment with her so it lasts forever. Pushing inside of her body was a revelation. It’s been a while since I fucked a woman. It’s been decades since I was inside a woman bare. But being inside Verity without a condom was literally life-changing.
I know that risking a pregnancy is an asshole thing to do, but honestly, if she’s growing our baby right now, I’ll never consider it a bad thing or a mistake. Using condoms isn’t an option now that I’ve felt her without one, and while I want to pamper her like a princess and give her everything she wants, this is a line I’m not willing to bend on.
My dick twitches as an image of her parting her lips and showing me her mouth full of my cum fills my head. The fantasy is almost as exciting as the thought of pulling her ass cheeks apart and watching her asshole drip with my release.
