Page 26 of Extra Tight

There were so many. Ones I didn’t even know existed, but I recall the days he wasn’t around or at least I didn’t think he was. I thought he was on the other side of the country but nope, he’d been close by and watching all along.

“It gives me the right to do whatever I want when it comes to you.”

“Who took all those pictures?”

“Your little friend is quite the computer whiz.”

“You’re not going to answer that?” I turn to face him more as he puts the car into park.

“What do you want me to say? I did it all. Sometimes it was me that took the pictures, a few times I hired someone to keep an eye on you.”

“To keep an eye on me? For what?”

“For what?” He looks at me with confusion. “That someone else would try and take you from me.”

I blink, unsure how to respond to that. Nash’s hand cups the back of my neck, holding me in place.

“But now everything is going to be fine. You know you belong to me. Soon enough everyone else will too when they see you’re pregnant with my baby and my ring is on your finger.”

I don’t get the chance to respond before Nash covers my mouth in a possessive kiss.

“You know this is nutty, right?” I tell him as I look up at him through my lashes.

“No, I think now that I’ve got you and you understand, I might calm down.”

“Might?”

“Probably not, but tell me, Goldie, does it truly bother you? Knowing the lengths I went to so that I could have you.”

“I like it,” I admit. Here I thought this was a one-sided thing. How wrong I’d been.

“Love it,” Nash corrects.

“I do love it, Nash.” This time I don’t wait for him to order me to say it. “I love you.”

“That’s my girl.”

“Your girl?” I like the sound of that.

“Only girl I’ve ever wanted. Only one to own me. Only one I love.” I can see it all in his eyes, and he means every word.

I’m not sure what the fallout will be with our parents, but I know Nash can handle it. He can handle anything, no matter how tight it might be.

Epilogue

NASH

Four years later…

“Be quiet or they’ll hear us,” I whisper into Goldie’s ear as I pull back the covers.

“Nash, you know I can’t.” She’s already whining as I push up her nightgown.

“Roll over and put your face in the pillow, then. You know the drill.” She turns over on her stomach, face down on the bed. “Good girl.”

My hand rubs across her ass and then between her legs. My fingers find her hot little center, and I have to swallow a groan. She’s so damn horny when she’s ovulating.

“Fuck, I’m cumming in you tonight. I know what time of the month it is.”

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