Page 28 of Still His

“I don’t want to leave you,” I whisper and he stops walking for a second.

“Wherever you go, I go. Never letting you leave me again, baby,” he promises, determination in his voice before he starts walking somewhere.

I fall asleep before I find out where we’re going.

When I wake up sometime later, I feel him behind me before I even open my eyes.

Wherever we are, he chose to stay with me. Logically, that probably means we are in his room.

Rolling over and burrowing into his chest, I take a deep breath and let it all out.

All the anxiety, the fear, the nervous energy that’s been flowing through me since I made the decision to come back home and see him again.

And for once, my heart feels whole.

“I can hear you thinking from here, kitten,” he sleepily says against the top of my head, and I roll my eyes behind my lids before opening them and lifting my chin to look at his face. God, he makes me feel like I can finally breathe without fear for the first time in my life.

“Can you now?” I sass back, and he chuckles, wrapping his arms around me tighter.

“I can. Not sure what you’re thinking about, but I’ve always known when you start thinking too hard.” He clears the sleep from his throat before moving one of his arms away from me, reaching over to turn on the bedside lamp.

“Sorry if I woke you up.”

He shakes his head. “Not at all. Actually, this is the first time I feel even slightly rested since you left.”

His face looks sad before he frowns and my guilt skyrockets. I hate that I had to hurt him to find myself. He must notice the sadness on my face because he cups my cheek in his palm. “None of that, Cat. You had to do what you did.”

I nod. “If I had come to you, do you think…” I trail off, not really knowing how to ask the question but he understands.

“Do I think we would have wound up here?” I nod, not wanting to try and speak through the emotion. “I think it was a foregone conclusion we would eventually end up here, Cat. But I’m not sure either of us were really ready back then.” His voice is raw with emotion, and I lean forward, kissing him sweetly before pulling back.

“I needed to explore things on my own. Find my own path. I think it’s made me stronger.”

“It has, baby. You found out who you are.” And that brings me to another thing I’m worried about.

“Do you hate my job?” I need to know because, as much as I love Dad, I don’t know if I could give up being a cam girl. It makes me feel confident and alive.

He blows out a slow breath and closes his eyes like he’s in pain. “I don’t…love your job? But I know you do.” I nod, biting my lip as the nerves settle hard in my stomach, knowing he isn’t finished yet. “But is it that specific site you enjoy? Or just the confidence it gives you?”

Well, that’s not where I thought he was going with this.

After thinking about it for a moment, I think I have an answer for him.

“I don’t think the site matters. Clients come and go.” I chuckle a bit at the fact that Dante was really my only consistent client. “You were the only one who was there from early on.” I shrug. “I just enjoy performing and being a kitty. I like being watched,” I say in a lower voice, my cheeks heating with embarrassment.

What if he thinks I’m weird for enjoying it?

I mean, voyeurism is a thing so it’s not all that weird…but what if he thinks it’s weird?

“I want you to do what makes you happy, Cat. But could we come to a compromise?” he asks, and I suck in a breath knowing this is where it could all blow up in my face.

“I can try.”

He nods. “That’s fair, seeing as how you don’t know what my idea is.” He gives me a smirk. “What if you had your own private website? Built just for you so I knew you were safe from predators or stalkers. You’d still get to cam and do everything you enjoy. You’d just be safer.” He gets this look in his eyes that has my core clenching.

Bad pussy. Now is not the time to go all horny on me. This is serious!

Okay.

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