Page 66 of Brat Baby
It’s not like she knows about the ones in her dorm. A little bit of ignorance is bliss and all that shit.
Then I made my way to where she was sleeping, pausing to stare at the open box in Darcy’s section of our dungeon.Cardboard box, plastic, and a manual were scattered over his mats in a random sort of mess.
That’s my task for tonight—getting the entire thing set up for her before I crawl into bed beside her and steal her nighttime hours for myself.
It only takes me about twenty minutes to get the Sybian set up and installed, power connected and a test run of the attachment I think she’ll prefer the most.
As I stand, a fucking fantastic idea pops into my head. One that I know will bring Hudson to my side of the fence. The fucker is right on the edge. I could see it written all over his face at Derek’s on Thursday.
He wants to break.
But with all the rules he thinks he has to follow to make sure he is happy, he can’t bring himself to see that, by breaking this one rule, he’ll be happier than ever.
And that’s all I want for these men—for them to be happy. They may be pissed at me right now, but whether or not they like it, they are my family in this version of my life. Them and Emmy. I’ll do anything to make sure we end up together.
And if that means I need to give Emmy a loaded gun with the bullet that I know will make that happen, then I’m going to stand behind her, help her aim, and take that fucking shot. No questions asked.
She is mine. She is ours. Nothing is going to get in the way of that.
I find the tripod I’m looking for, set it up right in front of the Sybian, then I go to her backpack, tear off a blank sheet from her sketch pad, and quickly scribble out a note for her.
With that done, I finally, fucking finally, return to her room. She’s back to being curled up on her side. I remove everything until I’m down to my boxer briefs and crawl onto the mattress, making my way up from the foot of the bed.
With as much stealth as I can muster, I slip between the sheets on the side that she is facing, holding my breath that she won’t open her eyes. But I want to see those gorgeous fucking hazels staring back at me just as much.
When she remains asleep, I carefully slip my arm beneath her pillow, then wrap it around her, gently applying pressure until she is draped over my chest like a weighted blanket.
Instantly, the noise in my soul turns to a background hum. Sleep starts to pull me under just as lips brush over my pec, followed by five quiet words.
“I knew you would come.”
I raise my head enough to press a kiss to her hair. “Sleep, little dove.”
She snuggles into me, pressing her ear into my chest, and immediately goes pliant with sleep again.
She knows.
I close my eyes, images and plans flickering through my mind. Every single one with the same result—showing Emmy who she belongs to.
Chapter 36
Emery
I stare at the note in my hand, nerves jangling all over the place as I read it for the fifth time.
Little dove,
At 11am, I will video call to watch you use our new toy.
X.
I check the time on my phone. Nine-forty. After waking up to him sucking and biting on my neck until he left a massive hickey, I fell back asleep.
This man is ridiculous. Seriously. Carefully, I get closer to the box that contains accessories I don’t recognize, several tubes of liquids, and all the other silicone attachments. I glance over at what is apparently a medium-sized dick attachment with vertical ribbing, and is that…? I squint before crouching down to get a good look.
Is that a ribbed grinding pad? Grazing my fingertip over the bumpy pattern makes a faintvvvvvvsound.
Last night, when I opened the box and pulled everything out, it was all a bit too much… Way too many attachments and it needed electricity. Not something to work out just before bed. I abandoned the mess I’d made and gone back to my movie on the couch with the plan to figure this out today.
