Page 48 of His Cowboy Heart

“You don’t need to say it if you’re not ready?—”

“Okay, that brings us to rule number one,” I cut in.

“Rules? There are going to be rules?”

If the man hadn’t just scared the shit out of me with the panic attack from hell, I would have shoved him hard. Or I would have jumped him because Flynn seemed very intrigued by the idea of rules in our relationship.

“Rule number one is that over the next several weeks you’re going to do everything I say without question. You’re going to rest when I tell you to, you’re going to eat and drink all the healthy shit I tell you to. You’re going to satisfy my every desire until I say otherwise.”

“Do I get a say?—”

I slapped my hand over Flynn’s mouth. “Rule number two is to follow rule number one. Rule number three is that we’re going to get through this together. No more ‘I’m going to fix it’ crap. You aren’t broken, Flynn. Whatever we do or don’t do in this bed or any other doesn’t matter to me. What matters to me is you. Just you.”

Flynn sent me another killer smile that I could both feel and see considering I still had my hand on his mouth.

“Rule number four is keeping a lid on all this,” I said as I looked up and down his body. “The smiles are good, and I’ll take any kind of laughter too, but you will refrain from the use of dirty talk, sexy banter, looking too hot, and any kind of begging, teasing, or pushing of my buttons to get an unapproved response from me until I give you the green light to do otherwise.”

I dropped my hand from Flynn’s mouth when he licked the sensitive spot between my thumb and first finger.

“Are you talking about stuff like that?” Flynn asked in all innocence.

“Rule five—and this one is the biggie, sweetie—if you want me, it’s for life. Just like those two wolves we saw. Now, as to the whole baby thing, we can talk about that later, but I can already tell you that I’m not putting this gorgeous body of mine through raising more than three babies with you. Unless there are twins. Those count as one.”

“Babe, how long is this list?”

“Yellow light, Flynn,” I warned. It was all I could do not to laugh when he pretended to zip his lips shut and throw away the key.

“Rule five point one. There’s only one alpha in this couple and as of this moment, I’m Mama Wolf and you’re one of those cute, pudgy little babies who need a lot of love, attention, and watching out for. This rule will last until you get that green light, then you can be the alpha male as much as you want… in the bedroom. Other rooms, places, positions, and number of times per day can be negotiated at a later date.”

Flynn unzipped his lips. “What happens if I break one of the rules? Will I be appropriately…disciplined?”

“Rule number six, I want my own horse to ride because I’m tired of BJ’s hair all over my ass. And there will be no riding together of any kind until I?—”

“Give me the green light,” Flynn supplied.

“Correct. And you’re getting your own chicken,” I added. “I’ve already got the perfect one in mind. She’s got gorgeous black feathers and a set of legs that are to die for.”

Flynn laughed. “Do I have to spend hours following her around? Because I do have a very needy horse, remember?”

“BJ will be fine. When you pick out my horse, you’re going to get him a hot little boy toy to keep him company… or girl toy, I guess, if that’s the way he swings.”

“Okay, but you get to explain all of this to him because I’m not sure he’s going to like sharing me with anyone besides you.”

I rolled my eyes. “All right, let’s get moving,” I said as I jumped to my feet.

“You want me to find BJ his ‘toy’ now?” Flynn asked. I’d never seen the man look as relaxed and happy as he did in that moment.

“Give me your phone,” I ordered. I held my hand out. Flynn dutifully complied, but when he made a move to get up, I added, “Nope, stay right there.” I snapped the picture and handed the phone back to him.

Flynn looked at the picture and shook his head in confusion. “Did you want me to send you this or something?”

“No, that’s for you,” I said.

“Okay, so what kind of picture of you do I get?”

“None. That picture is to remind you of this night because I promise you, you’re not going to be looking that confident and content by the time I’m done with you. Now hop to it. We’re going to the hospital.”

“Jules,” Flynn began. He sat up, his brow creased with worry lines again. I sat down on his lap, though I made sure to do it sideways so our boy bits wouldn’t come into contact.

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