Page 17 of Family: Posy 4

"Me," I whispered and stared at my shoes.

Two little sandals came into my line of vision and met the tips of my Oliver Cabells.

"I understand you feel vulnerable. You're scared your brothers - who you love so much - will laugh at you. Therealyou. The heart and soul of you that you put into every piece you create."

She laid her small fingers under my chin and pushed it up until I met her eyes.

"Wyatt, your brothersseeyou. They seeyou. They know as well as I do how fragile your heart is, and they love you far too much to ever hurt you like that. Could you please give them a chance to prove it? If I'm wrong, I'll never push you out of your comfort zone again."

"And if you're right?" I asked in a rough voice.

"Then you go all in." Her blue eyes were dead serious and she wasn't smiling. "You go the whole hog. You give up this place, set up a studio at our house, and proudly let everyone know your work is for sale at the gallery."

I gulped. I didn't know if I could make good on either end of that bargain. Was I courageous enough?

Her hands moved to stroke my cheekbones with her thumbs.

"And I will always stand at your side, regardless of what you decide."

"Posy," I whispered and dropped my forehead to hers. "I love you so very much."

"I love you, too, my fifth star." She sniffed, then pulled back a bit. "Okay, enough deep talk and drama or I'll start crying. Will you show me around your secret studio?"

Taking a deep breath, I nodded and gave her a tour. I'd hired a human cleaning crew to fix the place up yesterday. I really only used the living room area and the bathroom, but Posy didn't need to see the fine layer of dust on everything.

I'd snuck over here this morning to drop off my overnight bag and her change of clothes as well as set up a pillow fort for later tonight. When I took her into the bedroom, I flicked on the fairy lights, and my cutie gasped, then flung herself on me.

"Oh, Wyatt! I love it!"

"It's just a mattress and some blankets and pillows." I rolled my eyes.

"It's an adorable little nest for us," she disagreed.

Slipping off her sandals, she fell to her knees and began to crawl forward, and I was instantly as hard as a rock watching that sweet ass sway from side to side. Giggling, she fell on her back amid the pillows and stretched her arms over her head, causing the hem of her dress to rise and expose her silky smooth thighs.

Cursing under my breath, I reached down and adjusted myself.

She wiggled around a bit to get comfortable, which made her dress rise enough that I could see the crotch of her blue panties, and I knew right away they were something Ash had bought and she'd be wearing a matching bra because that's what he taught her to do. It would fit her perfectly and, as soon as I undid the clasp, her full breasts would spill into my hands and fill them up—

Don't come, don't come, don't come, I chanted to myself as I tried to imagine something much less arousing.

"Are you going to join me?" she asked.

Without my brothers here, I planned to test the waters a bit.

I had zero interest in degrading her, and I would cut out the tongue of anyone who called her a whore or a slut. While I might try tying her hands up sometime, that was as far as my interest in bondage went, and I hadnointerest in anything sadistic. I just wanted to dominate her.

Here goes,I thought with equal parts excitement and nervousness.

"Let's play a game." I smirked and took a step back, then crooked my finger at her. "Come here. Crawl to me like a good girl, but don't say a word."

Pink flared on her cheeks and her blue eyes glittered with excitement. She rose to her knees and did as I asked, her hips sashaying and her eyes locked on mine.

"That's it. Keep your eyes on me," I crooned. When she reached the edge of the mattress, I spoke in a little sterner tone. "Now untie my shoes."

She looked up at me with uncertainty.

Am I allowed to look at them to do that?she linked me.

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