Page 34 of Bound Between You


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She needed to stop doubting my abilities.

They were both wonderful.

She scoffed but didn’t disagree with me.“I’d feel a lot better about Niall if he’d slept with you.”

Rolling my eyes again, I finished puttingthe last of the dishes in the dishwasher. “He wanted me. That’s not something aguy can hide. He’s just nervous about dealing with Julian and I think he wantsto make sure we’re going to work out before he takes that step. I think he’sone of those guys who gets emotionally attached once they have sex.”

Mom wasn’t happy with that answer, but shewas the type of person who never fully felt like she understood a partner untilshe’d taken that step. But Niall’s restraint didn’t worry me. “Even Juliandidn’t seem surprised that I hadn’t made love with Niall yet.”

At first I’d thought that was because hewas so focused on the first time we would be together like that, but after mymother’s question, I was starting to think I was right about Niall’sreservations. “He’s a good Dom and we talk a lot and he’s given me spectacularorgasms, so stop assuming something’s wrong.”

She was such a worrier.

“Fine.” She huffed, picking up her teacupand making a show of looking very relaxed. “But I expect to meet him soon. Ifthey can’t even come over to dinner here together, I’m not sure this is a goodidea.”

Okay, she might have a point there, but Iwasn’t sure enough to admit that.

“He’ll come over when he’s ready.” Probablyafter we had sex. “But you’ve already met Julian, so it’s not as stressful forhim. The situation is completely different.”

For someone who always said not to compareapples and oranges, she was doing a lot of comparing.

“Niall is more reserved and I think there’ssomething stressful in his background. So we’re going to be patient.” Leaningback against the counter, I gave her a firm look. “Both of us.”

I got a very believable-looking expressionthat said I’d offended her delicate sensibilities, and with the teacup in herhand, it looked almost genuine. Which was probably why she’d made the tea tobegin with. “My face is beside the word patient in the dictionary.”

Snorting, I pushed off the counter and wentover to give her a hug. “Bullshit. It’s either beside bossy or nosy.”

Not giving her a chance to give any moreopinions on the state of my love life, I walked toward the back door.

“I’m going to head out to the workshop.Julian is going to be here any minute and we’re going to work for a while.” Herdirty chuckle made me grin. “Wearegoing to work. Then we’re just goingto have sex.”

“Just make sure you’re on time for dinnerand don’t come to the table covered in anything.” She waved her handdismissively when I started to snicker. “I mean clay or paint.”

Of course she had.

“You’re terrible.” But I couldn’t imaginehaving anyone else for a mother, so I just grinned as I headed out the back doorand toward my workshop.

It looked like an old-fashioned carriage housethat had been turned into a garage. It matched the aesthetics of the house, butinside it was a wonderful open space with lots of light that was perfect towork in.

Just walking through the yard and toward mystudio was enough to relax me, and everything started to fall into place insideme as I walked in the door. As I moved around the main room, making sureeverything was ready to work and ready for Julian, I walked over to the backwall that was lined with windows and took a deep breath.

I wasn’t nervous about sketching him orabout making love with him, but it was all bubbling up inside me and I wasn’tsure how that would affect the art. It was so clear in my head, but I didn’twant the first time he saw me working to be chaotic and disjointed.

“You look entirely too stressed, scamp.”Julian’s teasing voice had me turning my head toward the door and smiling.“That’s better.”

Before I could turn to walk over, he crossedthe room and wrapped me in his arms. “Look at that view.”

I giggled when he just stared at me. “Ithink you’re looking in the wrong direction.”

He simply scoffed and held me tighter.“Don’t question your Master.”

Grinning, I leaned into his embrace as thetension melted away. “You’re still going to let me sketch you, right?”

He laughed. “Would I come all this way andchange my mind now? You live in the middle of nowhere, scamp.”

Doms were such drama queens.

“It’s not that bad.” Shifting us so we couldboth see out the windows, I felt the peace of the woods that were behind thehouse and smiled. “It’s not my fault you live in the city.”