Page 60 of Chasing Amber

CHAPTER 21

Amber

I’m a limp noodle when Daddy finally pulls out of me. He grabs the base of the condom and holds it in place as he removes his magical cock from my body.

He breathes a sigh of relief as he removes it and snags a tissue to wrap it up. “Well, now we know my condoms can hold a fuck lot of come.”

I can’t move, but I stare at him. “I get a birth control shot every three months, Isaac. You don’t need to use condoms. I haven’t been with another man since long before I met you.”

He drops the tissue-wrapped condom in the trashcan before settling his hands on both sides of me and meeting my gaze. “Your tone was a bit rough there, baby.”

I lick my lips. I hadn’t meant to sound like anything. I was just giving him information. “You looked relieved to find out you hadn’t gotten any semen inside me.”

He shakes his head. “Let me make something very clear here, baby.”

Is this when he tells me he doesn’t want kids and never will? Because that’s the vibe I’m getting. I’m not sure how I feel about kids. Maybe I won’t ever want them either, but it sort of rubs me wrong for him to be that adamant about it without asking me.

“Amber, eyes on mine.”

I shift my gaze slowly to his. I guess I looked away to have my little pity party. This is the first time Isaac has done something that felt less than absolutely perfect. I shouldn’t suddenly decide we can’t forge a relationship just because he doesn’t want kids. That’s unreasonable.

“Baby, I can read your expressions as if you’re shouting your thoughts.”

I swallow.

“Do not misunderstand my reaction to the intact condom, Amber. In no way am I concerned about you being free of sexually transmitted diseases, nor do I care if you ever get pregnant. You’re mine for life. I’ll remind you every day until you believe me and every day afterward to ensure youstillbelieve me. In sickness and in health. The reason I was glad the condom held is partly because I selfishly would like to have you all to myself for a while before we add another human to our family. But also because it’s my responsibility to protect you, and that includes protecting you against unwanted pregnancy. We haven’t discussed if you evenwantchildren, let alone when. It would be irresponsible of me to impregnate you if you weren’t ready for motherhood or never wanted to be. We have a million things to discuss, and that’s way down on the long list. In the meantime, I would’ve kicked myself if I spilled my seed into you without your permission. Okay?”

My lips tremble, and I can’t stop the tears again. “You keep making me cry,” I whisper.

He smiles. “You may cry all you want as long as I make you happy.” He kisses me gently as though I were spun gold.

“I don’t know how I feel about kids. I’ve never thought about it,” I admit.

“Then, see? In the meantime, my job is to make sure you’re not faced with a decision you’re not ready to make.”

“Okay, but I’m on birth control, so you don’t have to worry.”

“And now I know that.” He smiles.

“I love you.”

His smile grows. “I love you, too, Amber.” He scoops me off the bed, making me squeal.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re going to take a bath.”

“We?”

“Yep. An adult bath. The kind where I get in with you, sit behind you, wash you, spread your legs, and remind you that I can and will make you come over and over.”

I giggle. He keeps surprising me. I didn’t think that was possible.

He stands me on my feet in the bathroom and points toward the toilet. “Pee, baby.”

I watch as he turns on the water in the tub and holds a hand under it. “What if I don’t need to pee?” I challenge.

He glances over his shoulder. “Do it anyway. Women need to pee after sex to keep bacteria out of their urethras.”

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