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I blinked as her question registered in my mind. “What?”
She licked her lips, brow furrowing. “You said we were going to have sex, that you wanted to fuck me in front of them. Why didn’t you?” She swallowed and my gaze caught on the motion of her throat. “Did I do something—”
“Oh, Jesus, no.” My eyes searched hers. “No, Rylan, you were perfect. Youareperfect.”
Her nose wrinkled with a little scowl. “Then why…?”
Shaking my head, I admitted, “I couldn’t bring myself to share you.”
Her eyes narrowed as she held my gaze. “Explain.”
I ran my hand over my head, mussing my hair. “I feel…” I sighed. “Possessive.”
She nodded slowly.
“Unhinged, a little bit, honestly. Like… I imagined them watching me take you and felt protective over that image, over you.”
Us.
She breathed deeply and nodded again.
“Does that scare you?”
Rylan barked out a laugh, then covered her mouth, shaking her head. “Not as much as thinking you didn’t want to have sex with me, or…” She dropped her hand into her lap and her gaze followed it. “Or that I’d done something wrong and disappointed you.”
“Rylan.”
Her gaze lifted and I reached across to cup her chin. “You doeverythingright. You’re so perfect that I sometimes can’t believe you’re real. I don’t know where you came from or where you’ve been my whole life…” I shook my head in disbelief. “Or what I’ve done to deserve you.”
Leaning into the seat, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. “I came from Iowa.”
“What?”
She opened her eyes and side-eyed me. “And I was, like, probably in diapers when you became Master Creed.” Her lips twitched with amusement. “It would have been weird if I’d been here with you. Frowned upon.”
“Christ, that really puts it into perspective. Thanks a lot.”
She shrugged. “Truth hurts.”
Shaking my head, I smiled at her, thankful for her ability to make jokes at just the right time, and beyond grateful that she hadn’t been pensive because I’d pushed her too far but because I hadn’t rewarded her with sex afterwards like I’d promised.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, slipping my hand over hers.
“You should be. You made me feel insecure.”
“I never will again.”
“Good.” Her eyes drifted closed again. “You owe me a proper fucking as soon as we get home.”
I snorted. “Do I now?”
“Yep.” Rylan sighed and I reversed out of the parking spot.
She was asleep before we even reached the exit of the underground garage.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Rylan
