Page 70 of Protecting Her Secrets

My cheeks heat, remembering Walker’s fantasy about sucking on my milky tits while he fucks me. “If I can, I’d like to breastfeed.”

“For a whole year, or. . .?”

“This is a very personal conversation,” I say.

He nods, not at all embarrassed. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll add formula to my supply list, just in case your jugs don’t work.”

“Jugs?”

He nods to my chest. “You know. Your milk-secreting glandular organs.”

“Can we continue with the tour?”

A bright grin spreads across his too-handsome face, making him look like a kid on Christmas. “I have so much more to show you.”

We walk through a fully equipped laundry room with two washers and dryers. Beyond that are four shockingly large living areas, each with a bedroom and a living room. The bedrooms have king-size beds, storage, and a TV, and the living rooms have a sofa, TV, and two sets of bunk beds. I can’t even fathom the size of this thing.

“How many kids do you think you all have?” I joke, popping my head into a bottom bunk that has spaceship bedding and little glow-in-the-dark stars on the wall and the underside of the top bunk.

The thought he has put into this nearly makes me cry. I have no doubt this place will never be used, at least for its intended purposes, but the fact that he did all this is so considerate and sweet.

“If I ever find a wife. . .” He pulls off his beanie and runs a hand through his shaggy, light-brown hair. “Psh, I’ll knock her up as many times as she’ll let me.”

I laugh. “I’ll pray for her vagina.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll be sure to do a lot of perineal massages.” He waggles his brows. “And we’ll make time for Kegels every day.”

My face screws up. “You’re a weird dude, Rowan.”

“I know. Now, let’s go. There’s more to see.”

“More?”

“Allow me to show you my favorite space.” Walking back through the kitchen, he leads me through another door, and I gasp again.

“A greenhouse,” I whisper, walking down a row of plants.

“Pretty sweet, huh?” He folds his arms, his chest puffed in pride. “Yeah, I grow fruits, vegetables, herbs, and even have a coffee bean plant because I’m an absolute bear without my morning cup of Joe, if you know what I mean.”

“This is incredible. Do the guys know you’ve done all this?”

“Hell yeah. Every now and then, I bring them down here for a sleepover.”

I cackle. “Do you have pillow fights and paint each other’s nails?”

He removes his gloves and waggles his fingers, which are painted dark blue. “Maybe.”

“Oo, I like that color.”

“Thank you. It’s called Midnight Madness.”

He walks me through the motor cave and the power room, where all the magic happens. My eyes glaze over as he spews facts about air filtration, decontamination, and blast valves, but thankfully, he notices, and after shutting everything down, we leave the bunker.

“What now?” I ask.

He blows out a breath. “We’ve got a couple more hours. I mean, we could go back to the house and chill.” His face lights up, and he leans down to my level. “Wanna go shootin’?”

“Shooting?”

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