“Beside you…while you’re sleeping…in your bed?”
“Yep,” he responds.
“Oh, thank God! I thought we wouldneverbe able to start rehearsals as a group. Hi, darling!”
I’m mortified. I’m the color of a tomato right now and borderline hyperventilating, but I somehow manage to choke out a weak, “Um…hi, Blanche.”
“So those were the only missing costumes?” She repeats her question.
“Those and Sloane’s angel costume,” Ledger says, giving me a little spank. “There’s no way she’s getting up there in that dress.”
“Oh darling, I was never planning on it, but I do believe it served its purpose quite well.”
Ledger and I look at each other with matching expressions of shock. But Blanche hurries off the phone before either of us can say anything.
“I can’t believe you just told your mom that I’m in bed with you! She's going to think…we’ve had sex,” I say, dropping my voice down to a whisper for that last part.
“Oh, I’m sure she’s counting on it. She’s been trying to stud Henry and me out for years in hopes of getting some grandchildren. I’m afraid we were toast the moment she saw us lock eyes.”
Ledger stands with me in his arms, and when I wrap my legs around his waist, I feel his growing erection. I give him a knowing look, and he just says, “Can’t help it, love,” with a shrug as he carries us into the bathroom to get ready for the day.
This is all so new to me. This life where I wake up with a man between my legs, feasting on my pussy. Where he casually tells his mom I’m in his bed, and it’s totally fine. Where we stand at the his-and-hers sinks in the en suite bathroom to the room he personally decorated just for me, brushing our teeth and getting ready for the day. It’s domestic, like we’ve shared this routine for years. And I love it.
When I’m finished getting ready for the morning, my phone dings with a text from Allie.Crap, I forgot to check in with her.I’m thinking of what excuse I can give as to why I didn’t check in when I see she’s just sent me: An eggplant, a devil, and a thumbs-up. Before I can reply, another text comes in.Ledger sent me a text last night letting me know you would be staying there for a while, but girl, if I don’t get details soon, I might combust.
“You hacked Allie’s number from my phone, didn’t you?” I ask, looking over as Ledger reaches for something from a drawer.
“Of course,” he says flatly before closing the distance between us so we’re only an arm’s length apart.
“I need to talk to you about something, Angel.” He’s holding something, but his hands are too big to see what’s inside. “We didn’t use protection last night. First, I want to apologize. I had hoped that we would be heading for an intimate evening soon, and I should have initiated this conversation much earlier. I do want you to know without a shadow of a doubt that I’m clean. I get tested regularly, but I had a panel taken the night after that first rehearsal and haven’t been with anyone since. You’re also the only person I’ve ever been with without a condom. I know you aren’t ovulatingright now so the risk of you getting pregnant is low, but I wanted you to have this just in case.”
“Oh!” I say, taking the object from him. It’s the morning-after pill. I’m not sure how to feel about this. On one hand, I’m glad he respects my body enough to give me this choice, but my lizard brain was extremely turned on by all his talk of filling me with babies last night.You donotneed a baby right now. Sloane. Take the pill and be done with it.
“You don’t have to take it if you don’t want to. I just wanted you to have the option. Trust me, the thought of filling you up with babies makes me feral.”
Well, there goes all my reasoning. Lizard brain for the win.
I swear I see his eyes darken when I shake my head and hand him back the box. “Mmm, baby, does that mean you don’t want to go on birth control?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it before.”Considering I was basically born and raised to be a virgin sacrifice to my husband, it’s never mattered before now.
“Well, you’ve got a little while to think it over, but I’ll only be fucking you raw, so if you want prevention, that’s your only option. Now that I’ve had you bare, there’s no way for me to backtrack and wear a condom. Every time I look at you, I need to know that your pussy is stuffed so full of my cum it can't help but drip out. I’ll be dripping out of you so often now you’ll confuse it for your own wetness.”
Well, damn. I swoon.Literally, I’m falling. I think I had been leaning toward Ledger the whole time he was talking, and without knowing it, I lost my balance.
Ledger catches me and laughs. “Easy, girl. Let’s give you a tour of your new house.”
He starts by showing me another section of the bathroom that I hadn’t noticed earlier housing a shower room with rainfall showerheads. I’ve never seen so many nozzles and buttons, but Ledger promises it’s intuitive to operate once I know how.
He then leads me into a closet larger than half my apartment filled with so many clothes I can’t make sense of it all. There are sections for purses, shoes, and lingerie, all filled with pieces I recognize as my favorites, joined by designer items. We dress in matching cozy pajama sets before exiting back into the bedroom.
“Alright, so you’ve seen your entire owner’s suite, where do you want to go next?” Right on cue, my stomach lets out a loud growl, and his laughter starts again. “We can start with the kitchen.”
We make our way into the kitchen andwow.
He’s obviously followed my classic French Country taste to a T in here as well. This is the most gorgeous kitchen I’ve ever seen. Huge windows face the woods behind the house, allowing lots of natural light. Wooden beams run the length of the ceiling, obviously original to the house. A huge island dominates the space, with plenty of room to entertain.
Ledger hands me a cookbook titledBreakfastfilled with all the breakfast recipes saved on my social media. “We have all the ingredients and appliances for any of these recipes, and I am your humble sous chef,” he says with a bow.
