Page 75 of Knot Without My Permission
I find myself dropping to my knees to squeeze and massage her legs, waiting for her to glance up at me.
“It’s just.. I caught myself thinking about actually having kids, and it was a little wild,” she admits. “I’ve been alone for so long, I didn’t think it would happen.”
“You’re young. Why wouldn’t it?” I ask.
Granted, I don’t even want to share her with fictional possibilities, so I have to keep my growl from rearing up.
“I always thought my brother would scare everyone away for the rest of my life,” she says softly.
“There’s being protective and then being controlling,” I reply. “If we have girls, I want to make sure I find a balance between being a good father and being too concerned about all the badshit I’ve seen. I know how fucked the world can be, but that doesn’t mean our daughters will ever experience that part of it.”
“You’d be alright with girls?” she asks, a shy smile playing on her lips.
“I’m happy with healthy, happy children,” I correct. “I don’t care about gender, sexual orientation, or if they want to walk on their hands to get around.”
Marie giggles, and I decide I didn’t fuck up this conversation. Kissing her nose, I stand up and take the bottle from her.
“Ready to get going?” I ask.
“I think I am,” she says, glancing once more at the view.
“Come here,” I say, tossing the bottle in the direction of my bike. Pulling her onto her feet, I walk her a little closer to the edge of the cliff. “Take a photo with me.”
Pulling out my phone, I open my camera and flip it for a selfie. Behind us, the canyon is a series of crags and rocks beyond the clear water that separates us. Marie gives me a blinding smile, and I smile as well, now that I’m not covering my face.
That doesn’t last long, and I pull it over my mouth and nose after I take the photo.
“We need to take more photos,” I decide, putting my phone away. “I’ll try to remember.”
Marie can’t stop smiling as I help her onto her bike, and I think I just did more than take a simple photo, I may have shown her how good our future can be too.
Marie
I’m both wired and exhausted by the time we arrive at our homein Minnesota. It’s a long drive, and we took less stops because I wanted to get back.
My jaw almost cracks as I yawn, and I drop my head back to enjoy the warmth of the shower. I came straight upstairs to wash away the dirt and grime from the road, and I also needed to put my gun in the safe. Lore and I repacked and changed after having sex in the Black Hills.
I can’t stop smiling as I think about that. It wasn’t just the sex, but also the things he said that hint toward our future.
The shower door opens, and the devil in my thoughts comes through it, looking like the whole damn meal.
“Have you taken out the plug yet?” he asks, smirking because he knows I haven’t.
Listen, my ass is still sore. There’s no fucking way I’m pulling out the plug. I gave him an earful recently about UTIs and he blanched. Now, he’s started to leave me shots of pure cranberry juice to take and I think it’s both adorable and funny.
“No,” I say, rinsing the conditioner out of my hair.
“Such a good girl,” he praises me, enjoying the sight of the water running down my skin. My nipples pebble at his attention, though I ignore it. I’ll never leave the shower otherwise. “I’ll wait until you’re done. I want to make sure you washed well.”
Shaking my head at his words because I’ve been showering alone for years, I run my fingers through my hair, content to find that the conditioner is all out.
“I’m done,” I smirk. “Don’t fuck with your stitches.”
He got smart and has plastic covering the area, and he simply shrugs, refusing to promise anything as he pulls me out of the shower.
Lathering soap in his hands, he turns me so my back is against his chest as he ghosts and massages my skin. Kissing me over his shoulder, he’s very thorough with his work as he squeezes my tits with his soapy hands.
“These would be so gorgeous with a pair of nipple clamps,” he murmurs, pinching the hard points as I moan. “What do you think? We could attach it to your clit and edge the fuck out of you, Princess.”
