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Tears blurred my vision, but I quickly blinked them away. “Thank you, Xan,” I repeated, wrapping my arms around him so I could lay my head on his chest. “I’ve never had anyone take care of me before.”
Not even my own parents.
“Same,” he murmured, almost to himself, before clearing his throat again. “I will gladly make taking care of youmyjob, and while I can’t promise to keep my hands to myself completely, I’ll do my best to not involve you in anything too strenuous for the next few days.”
When I whimpered in protest, he chuckled, untangling himself from my arms so he could stand. Helping me rise—sticky underwear and all—he planted a sweet kiss on my lips. “That’s enough, baby. Go take a nice hot shower and see if you can squeeze all those hot muscles into one of my robes for now. Then prepare yourself for a Netflix and chill marathon.”
CHAPTER20
XANDER
If you’d asked me even a week ago whether I wanted someone inhabiting my sacred space 24/7, I would have laughed. After only a couple of days with Butch all up in my business, I was ready to move him in.
I wonder if that would be too soon?
“So, what did you do at your parents’ house?” I asked around a mouthful of fried chicken. I’d introduced Butch to Felix and the wondrous Sun-Mart chicken, and got him to admit it was better than the Tick Tock Diner’s. “Since I assume you went thereafterthe bar fight?”
Butch’s bruises were fading, thanks to Kai being in and out of my apartment for the last two-and-a-half days. She’d gone into full mother hen mode once she realized Butch was hurt, bringing over some weird herbal salve and organic cotton bandages. I couldn’t scoff too openly, since they seemed to be speeding up the healing process to almost supe levels.
I still want to find whoever did this and take them apart.
Piece by piece.
Butch’s silence brought me out of my daydreams of utilizing my beloved scalpel. “Yeah, it was after…” he finally replied, pausing to chew his tasty bottom lip, clearly struggling to share more.
I smiled encouragingly. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, sweetheart. I totally get having a family who—”
“No!” he blurted out, before looking adorably embarrassed. “Iwantto tell you. It’s just…”
I turned my entire body to face Butch on the couch, wanting him to see he had my undivided attention. While he was stumbling a little over whatever he was trying to tell me, I appreciated how he just laid his emotions on the table.
I’ll get there someday.
He blew out a breath. “My parents are… kind offormal.While I was there, they hosted this big, extravagant dinner. I don’t like that kind of thing anyway, but they invited over some family friends… including their daughter. For a while now, everyone has been assuming I’ll end up with her.”
It took every ounce of self-control to not immediately find this girl and eliminate the competition. Then my rage turned to anxiety as I suddenly worried Butch was gearing up to tell mehealso saw this future for himself.
Because he could somehow sense me spiraling, Butch leaped across the couch and half-crawled into my lap—as much as a behemoth like him could. “Xan! Please don’t worry. I have no intention of being with her. Even before we met, I wasn’t interested, and now that I have you…” He cupped my face in his huge hands and stared deep into my eyes. “There’s no one else I want to be with. I just wanted you to know what was going on, in case…”
My vision tunneled. “In case what?” I gritted out. While arranged marriages were common with supes, it didn’t seem like something normies did much anymore—at least not in this country.
I swear on all that is holy, I will kidnap him if it comes to that.
He smiled, although it didn’t reach his baby blues. “I don’t know. There’s so much I can’t tell you about my… situation. But I don’t want there to be any more secrets between us than necessary.”
My heart sank as I remembered all the secretsIwas harboring as well. It was strictly written into supe law that we weren’t supposed to reveal our true identities to normies outside of sanctioned government officials and extreme circumstances, but I wondered if there was a loophole.
I need to visit my family’s archives to poke around some more.
Since Butch was clearly stressing over this, I added some levity to the situation—for both our sakes. “Well, I have no intention of losing you to someone who doesn’t even have a cock, especially now that we both know you’re obsessed with mine. And we still have some superhero fantasies to explore, don’t we?”
The cockIwas obsessed with nudged me through the slutty gray sweatpants I’d ordered, along with an entire closet full of clothes. Butch had grown adorably flustered when the clothing arrived—so much so that I’d emulated Dr. Ownit and mercilessly dug for the root cause of the issue.
“What is bothering you about this?” I’d bluntly asked once my personal shopper had left the apartment. “I want to take care of you, I enjoy buying things for you, and I know for a fact you’ve experienced wealth before.”
“Well, yeah,” he’d stammered, his wide-eyed gaze darting over everything I’d purchased. “I guess I’m just not used to receiving anything without… earning it first.”
I’d gripped his face so hard he grunted. “You don’t have to earn this, Butch,” I’d hissed, my anger entirely aimed at whoever trained him to think this way. “I don’t mind you wanting to be a good little student in my bed, but my affection for you is unconditional. I intend to spoil you, and I expect you to accept it, like the good boy you are.”
