Page 159 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

“Hell yeah, we will.” I leaned over, grimacing as my hole twinged, and kissed the little cross tattoo right beneath his eye. “Blissfully, disgustingly, wonderfully happy.”

Prudence looked pleased.

He looked decidedly less pleased and more flummoxed, after we spent nearly an hour scrubbing paint from my body—Prudence just poofed his into thin air, the bastard—and I told him about the birthday party he’d missed. He’d stared at me in confusion as he roughly toweled me dry, then bodily pushed me into our first ever real bedroom. “It’s my birthday?”

“We’ll celebrate tomorrow. I’m sorry it didn’t happen today.” I patted the empty spot on the bed—our bed—next to me, waggling my eyebrows. “I made you a cake.”

He looked almost alarmed. “A cake?”

“Oreo.” I nodded. “It’s pretty much just Oreos and cream cheese. You’ll love it.”

He blinked in confusion and climbed onto the bed beside me. “I—”

“Shit.” I turned over to look at him. “What time is it?”

He glanced at the clock then turned back to me, “Eleven fifty—”

“Happy birthday!” I blurted out quickly, interrupting him. I smashed a kiss against his lips, squeezing him tight enough he was forced to give in to the snuggle. He huffed out an angry little grunt that I knew meant he was secretly pleased. “Old man,” I added, just to be cheeky.

“Five,” he responded, wrapping me tight with a quiet hum.

“Promises, promises,” I teased immediately.

We held each other for a long time and I began to drift, my fingers cradling his chest, his hand stroking through my hair. The next morning when I woke up Prudence was gone. I fumbled around until I found my paint-streaked phone and checked my missed messages.

There were about a thousand from Chastity and Vanity.

And one from the tattoo artist I’d booked an appointment with next week.

I texted them all back, blinking blearily as I made my way down the unfamiliar hallway of our new home, still naked.

“Pru?” I called, stumbling a little down the stairs. I spotted him before I’d made it halfway down, and I immediately paused—quickly tripping up the stairs in retreat and covering my junk out of modesty. Prudence had the front door open and when I peeked through the banister there was a tall, muscular redhead peering down at him.

He had a frantic look on his face, his big dark brown eyes wide with fear, as his freckled hands shook at his sides.

“You sure you haven’t seen him?” he asked, panic laced into his voice.

“No.” Uncaring of the redhead’s trauma, Prudence immediately shut the door in his face. When he spotted me, his hard expression softened. He was wearing a black tank top and jeans, and he had never looked more delicious than he did in that moment. His eyes narrowed when he noticed I was naked.

“Who was that?” I asked, heading down the stairs for the second time that day. Sunlight streamed through the glass, making the house glow as I crossed the distance between us and pressed a kiss against Pru’s lips. He softened beneath my touch, though when I pulled far enough away I could see him properly, his eyes were flickering with mischief.

“If he saw you naked I’ll have to punish you.”

I snorted.

“Or gouge his eyes out.” He shrugged. “I’ll be happy either way.”

“Don’t distract me,” I laughed, my stomach an aching, empty pit. We hadn’t eaten dinner the night before, and I was officially feeling the effects of the marathon sex now that the hunger had caught up to me. “Who was that?”

Prudence rolled his eyes. “I don’t know. I don’t care.”

“Pru,” I admonished. He looked uncomfortable.

“Some kid,” he shrugged. “One of the ones I…” He waggled a hand in a gesture I was coming to realize meant he knew from before.

“Okay…and what did he want?” It was pretty weird he was all the way out here in the middle of nowhere at our house. Our house! I didn’t think I’d ever get over that. We’d have to FaceTime my mom after breakfast. She’d want to know everything—and she’d been bothering me all day yesterday trying to wish Prudence a happy birthday. My phone buzzed, and before I could check to see who it was, Prudence growled in annoyance and yanked it from my hand. He shoved it into his own pocket, pouting.

“He lost his dog.”

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