"Be mine," I murmur.
"Be mine," she repeats then her mouth forms into a glorious O.
"No more secrets, baby." I circle my hips into her.
"Okay," she pants.
"Let me take care of you."
She doesn't reply. Her eyes water, and she makes little bobs with her head.
If she's to be mine, the walls will come down—for both of us.
Any man who's ever hurt her will pay. But I'll be less merciful than they are.
9
Julieta
It's around midnight,and Ryker's stomach growls. I rub my hands over his six-pack. "I think I need to feed you so you can keep your muscle."
"Is there food here?"
"I'll go get some from the main house."
"Let me put my clothes on."
"You stay in bed. Let me do something nice for you."
He strokes my cheek. "I'll let you cook for me all day long. But you're not going outside without me."
"No one ever comes here or even knows this place exists."
"Don't care. And you're definitely not going back in that house without me."
More flutters take off. I kiss him. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"Being you."
He winks, we get changed, and I grab a basket. We walk through the dark, and when we get into the house, we fill the container with eggs, cheese, fruit, cream, bread, bacon, and an assortment of vegetables.
When we return to the guest quarters, we remove our shoes, and I release Ryker's pants.
He grins. "You're not bored with me yet?"
"No, but since I'm not staying in my clothes to cook, it's only fair you don't."
He softly laughs, drops his pants, and shoves mine down.
"Now, step back and remove your shirt," I order.
"You want to watch me take off my T-shirt?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Why?"