Page 15 of His Human Rebel

“You thought what?”

“I mean, we don't even know each other, we just met. Supposedly I have one month to decide if I want to walk to the courthouse, so I thought that I’d…”

I set down the suitcase and cross my arms. “You thought that you'd sleep in another room?”

“Yes. Isn't that what you want too? You don’t even know me. What if I snore? What if you hate sleeping next to me?”

Smoke wafts out of my nostrils. “I would never hate sleeping next to you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Follow me.”

I pick up the suitcase again and stride down the hall and open another door. “This is the primary bedroom. This is our bedroom.”

She walks inside and gives me a sharp glance. “Is this where you’ve brought all your other pleasure mates?”

Her jealousy pleases me. Stella has the same possessive instincts towards me that I feel for her. “No one other than me has been in here. You are the first. No one else has slept on that bed except for me. And now you.” I point. “There is the bathroom and the closet. I do have one hard-working cleaning bot who keeps it all clean.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful.”

She still looks nervous. “There's really nowhere else for me to sleep?”

“There's no other beds in this home. The other rooms are empty except for the office. And there's no bed in there. I apologize. I did not think ahead. I assumed because I’d purchased a mail-order bride that you would immediately accept this type of situation, but you are different. You didn't sign up for this.”

“Any woman you’d picked up you were going to have sex with tonight?”

“No. If I’d picked up a female and there was nothing between us then I would’ve offered for her to sleep at another ranch or even in a spare bed in the bunkhouse. But that is not the situation between us.” I reach down and adjust my aching cock. “You and I are mates and therefore we will sleep together tonight and every night going forward.”

“I'm trying to wrap my brain around this. We just met and we're moving in together and setting up a house and family. It’s a lot. I think what makes it even a little bit weirder to me”—she puts her hand on her stomach—“is this. How does this work between us now that I’m already pregnant?”

“You are both mine,” I remind her. “Nothing will happen in here that you don't want to happen.”

“What are the rules about this? Are we going to…?” She looks nervous again. “I don't know if I'm ready that fast.”

“You are a very enticing, beautiful and sexy female. But I’m giving you my Flagstone vow of honor that nothing will happen while we are in this bed together that you don’t want to happen. We will sleep here each night and if we do not touch and nothing else happens, I can live with that. But if you want to take anything further, even while you are pregnant, I will tend to you. All you have to do is explicitly tell me how you want to be touched and that you want me and I will do that for you.”

She takes a deep breath. “Okay, I can do this then.”

“I'm going to leave you alone for a moment so you can put your clothes away and use the bathroom. Are you hungry?”

“Yes.”

“Come down when you’re ready and we'll make lunch. And then we can go back out and I can give you a tour of the rest of the grounds and you can meet everyone else.”

“That sounds good.”

I put my hand on the doorknob.

“Rake?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you. Thank you for everything.”

“No,” I say to her. “Thank you for giving me a chance.”

She smiles.

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