Chapter 21

Paisley doesn't flinch at my words or try to pull back. Instead, a small smile pulls on those plump lips of hers. I feel myself relax. I'd been pissed on the drive home. Until she got mad at me.

Whatever anger I had went up in a puff of smoke. She'd even stomped her foot at me. She reminded me of an angry kitten. Not that I'd ever tell her that it was one of the most adorable things I've ever seen.

Then my anger came rushing back when she said that she was scared. I didn't like that shit one fucking bit. The last thing I thought she was going to say was that losing me was the reason for it. Good, that means my princess has no plans to try and get away from me.

"So this isn't just some summer fling or something?"

"When did I ever give you that impression?" She shrugs one of her delicate shoulders.

"We haven't talked about the future."

"I'm your future; you"re mine," I tell her. "Simple as that."

"It's not that easy."

"It is." Paisley purses her lips. "And you don't need that damn job. I feed you; you sleep in our bed so you don't need another place, and Itake care of your medication." The last part gets me pissed again.

I hated hearing Cole tell me about how my woman was asking him about helping her get her medication. I want her to come to me. Hell, I had already taken care of it. I saw it was running low and made a few calls.

"You don't even live here."

"I can live anywhere. Sure, we might need to pop into the city every now and then, but that's just details, babe."

"But we could?—"

"Don't finish that sentence." I cut her the hell off. We're not going near the topic of us not being together.

"You don't even know who I am."

"I know." It's not a lie. "I know what matters, but if you need time to tell me more, I understand. But I would appreciate it if you need something, come to me, not Cole."

"Sorry." She glances down, her shoulders slumping.

"Don't do that. Stay with me."

"You're mad," Paisley whispers.

"I was but not at you. Been trying to get you close to me."

"I didn't ask you because I thought it could get you in trouble, and worse, I'd have to admit things about my past that I wasn't ready to yet." She licks her lips, stalling. I decide to keep quiet, to wait her out, knowing she's on the verge of opening up to me. "I think I'm engaged," Paisley finally blurts out.

I'm instantly happy and pissed off at the same time. Glad she trusts me enough to open up to me and mad as hell at the mention of anyone else thinking she's theirs. She is the only person in the world that can make me feel so many different emotions at once. Some on opposite ends of each other.

"You're not engaged," I quickly correct her. "Unless you want to be."

"I don't!" I give her a pointed look. "I mean to the man my parents want me to marry."

"But you wouldn"t mind being engaged to someone else."

"Jackson." A blush starts to form on her cheeks.

"If you were married, you couldn't be engaged to anyone," I say before I can think better of it. It's a fucked-up thing to suggest, but I don't really care. I should have thought of this sooner. It's brilliant. The answer has been right in front of me this whole time.

"You'd really marry me right now?" Her voice sounds both skeptical and optimistic at the same time.

"Told you, I'm never letting you go. Married or not, you"re still going to be mine." Her whole face lights up. I plan on seeing it do that exact thing for the rest of my damn life.

"I should probably tell you about who your in-laws are." I scoop her back up into my arms and carry her over to the couch. I sit down so that she's straddling me.

"Tell me, princess." I tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear. "All of it." Paisley relaxes into me and tells me everything.

I know a lot of it already. What I didn't get from the folder was how neglected she"d been her whole life. Her parents could buy her anything, but they couldn't give her the one thing she truly wanted. To belong. To have a family of her own. To feel wanted.

That's where I come in. I can and will give her each and every one of those things, and so much more.

"If they find me, they'll make me marry him." I catch the small tremble in her voice. It's one of fear. Not only of her family but of Bentley Bloomberg too. I need to read over what Blu sent on him. In the end it doesn't matter, though. I'll destroy any fear she has. It won't matter the cost.

"No, no one can make you do shit."

"You don't know them. Even if we did get married, they'd just go after you to get to me. They always get what they want in the end."

"So do I." Paisley leans forward to lay her head on my shoulder. I rub my hands up and down her back, wanting to reassure her. "Your parents aren't the only ones with friends in high places, princess. Trust that I'll handle this."

"I trust you." Her words are a double-edged sword. I want that trust, but I shouldn't have it. She's told me all her secrets, but I've yet to tell her my own.

"Paisley." I trail my fingers up her back. Damn, she feels good in my arms. I don't want to ruin the moment. I've finally gotten her to open up to me.

"I don't like it when you use my name." She lifts her head.

"Princess." That one word makes her smile. Any worries she was holding on to are dissipating. I fucking love the fact that's me giving her that. That she's blooming for me.

"I"d think it was condescending if it were anyone else. Being as who I am and where I come from. But not you." She wiggles in my lap. To stop her, I grip her hips, making her pussy sit right on my cock. I'm trying to focus on what she's saying, but she isn't making it easy. In fact, she is making it very hard. "You treat me like a princess you want to take care of."

"I will take care of you."

"I know." She licks her lips. "But you never let me take care of you." Paisley's hands slide down my chest, stopping at the top of my jeans. Her delicate fingers reach for the button on them.

I haven"t let her get too close to my cock. But make no mistake, I've gotten off multiple times over the past ten days. Several times, I"ve even found myself partially inside her. I've come so damn close to thrusting all the way inside her sweet, warm cunt.

"Princess."

"Please." Her bottom lip puffs out. I close my eyes and drop my head back. She's fucking begging for it.

"I can't tell you no," I finally say. That's all she needs. I could almost come watching how greedy she is at undoing my pants to get my cock out, then when she slides off my lap to drop between my thighs. Her delicate hand wraps around my cock.

"I"ve never done this before," she admits, as if I need to be reminded that I'll be the only man she ever has her mouth on.

"Promise you, princess, you can do anything, and I"ll enjoy the fuck out of it."

"Really?" As she starts to slowly stroke me, she gives me a tentative smile. I grit my teeth but only grunt a response. This seems to spur her on.

Paisley leans forward, her tongue swiping across the head of my cock, licking up the small bead of cum that has formed there. Her eyes lock with mine. I'm not gonna survive this. It's torture of the best kind.

"Take me in your mouth, princess." I watch as she does exactly that, her lips wrapping around the head of my cock. She's eager, taking more of me each time. I can tell by her flushed cheeks that she's turned on. I bet if I reached between her legs she'd be soaked.

I continue to watch her, the feeling almost too much pleasure for me to remain sane. I want to reach down and grab her hair in my hand to take some of the control, but I don"t. I want her to give this to me. "You suck a good cock. You like that. You like driving me insane." Her mouth tightens more on me with each dirty word I utter. "Teasing all my control."

There is no way in hell that I'm coming in her mouth today. I want to mark her as mine. But not before I make her come. So I give in to the urge to tangle my fingers in her hair. I pull her head up, and her eyes have closed to concentrate on giving me pleasure.

"Look at me." I tug on her hair. Her eyes meet mine. "I want you to take off your bottoms, need you bare." She hesitates for a second, making me tighten my grip on her hair. "Now, princess." I release my hold on her. She does as I ask, somehow shimmying out of them while keeping her mouth on me. "Reach down with your hand and rub that sweet cunt. I know it's wet for me." She moans around my cock as she rubs herself. "Gimme a taste." Her slick fingers reach up, and I lean forward, taking them in my mouth. A groan leaves me as her taste hits my tongue.

I suck every last drop of her sweetness from her fingers, eventually letting them fall from my mouth. That does me in. It's too much. Before I know it, I have her lifted in my arms and am seating her on the couch, myself now the one on my knees with my face inches from her dripping wet cunt.

"Hey! I was busy making you feel good," she tries to protest, but before she can say anything further, I latch my mouth on to her, sucking and licking her until she's screaming my name in pleasure. Exactly how it should be.

Once she's satisfied, I stand, my cock begging for a taste of his own, but today is not that day. I don't want there to be any lies between us the first time I fully take her.

"Jackson." Her sultry voice breaks me from my thoughts. She sits up a bit. Fuck, she's the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on.

"Lift your shirt, princess. Show me those beautiful tits." She does exactly as she's instructed. Her pert pink nipples beg to have my mouth on them. "Spread your legs." I reach down and stroke my cock at the sight of her.

The need to mark her skin is driving me hard. It's barbaric, but I have to have this. It's not long before I'm coming, my release coating her cunt. Before I can say a word, she reaches down, coating her fingers with my release, and brings them to her mouth.

She is truly trying to kill me or drive me insane. I lean down and take her mouth. This kiss is different from all the others. It's a bit rough and raw, letting her know she's mine now.

"Put your panties back on." I break the kiss, knowing if I don't stop now, there will be no turning back.

"I want more." I close my eyes for a second to get myself under control. I hate denying her, but I know it's the right thing to do. Something I haven't always done when it comes to my princess.