Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Since Flynn wouldn’t let me finish a sentence, I did the only thing that I knew would distract him long enough for me to get a word in. I kissed him.
Caught off guard, it took him a second to catch up and then he was kissing me back. I kept the kiss as tame as I could, despite Flynn’s attempt to deepen it. “I get to talk now, okay?” I said when I forced myself to end the kiss.
Flynn looked dazed, but he nodded.
“Good,” I said. I couldn’t keep from touching him, so I settled for running my fingers along his ear, skimming my nails gently over the sensitive spot just behind the upper part of it.
“First off, I need to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating a second ago because the rest of what I have to say is going to depend on whether or not I heard you right.”
Flynn smiled.
It was another one of those moments that I knew I’d remember forever. I suspected I’d be collecting a lot of memories like that for the next fifty or sixty years.
“I love you, Jules. More than you’ll ever know.”
My heart flip-flopped like a fish out of water. “I love you too, Flynn.”
“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.”