Suit - Woodruff Jettie (бесплатные полные книги .TXT) 📗

How sweet. Fucker.

I only took it because I needed the help to sit.

“Oh, my God, Pax. I can’t even take a piss without you? I mean Paxton. Paxton,” I repeated when I watched his face instantly turn cold. He didn’t say anything. Not one word. He glared at me with inviable darts. “I’m sorry, but I can’t pee with you watching me,” I admitted in a softer tone. More for me than him. I wasn’t interested in stroking his ego. I just wanted to take a piss without an audience.

“Yes, you can. You do it all the time. You can do it,” he assured me. The anger settled, relaxing tight lines across his forehead. His eyes left mine and he pulled my knees apart, wearing an amused smug. My eyes took over the imaginary darts, but he didn’t see it. He was too busy being a pervert. His thumb nudged my left labia aside while he licked his lips.

I couldn’t pee. No matter how hard I tried. I couldn’t do it. “I can’t go.”

“You sure? It could save you a lot of pain in making your way back in here later. Either go now or get up.”

“Seriously, Paxton. At least turn around.”

Paxton moved close to my lips while his fingers massaged my clit. He skated a hot palm over my jaw and into the hair at the nape of my neck, fisting it, jerking my head back. “Don’t talk. It’s so simple. I don’t want to hear one word unless I tell you to. This pussy became mine when I let you have my last name. This pussy pisses when I say piss. Piss. Now—or we’re done in here.”

I didn’t respond.

I couldn’t do it. No matter how much I tried to tell myself to just go, I couldn’t, and Paxton didn’t want me to. His thumb on my nub kept me from it. Exactly what he wanted.

“If this is a game, keep playing it. I feel like I hit the lottery. I love fucking with you. My dick gets hard thinking about it,” he said as he stood. He bent at the waist and kissed me again, thrusting his tongue deep inside my mouth. Fingers slid from my pulsating button to my opening, spreading arousal from my ass to my clit, and then back. “You know what else?”

Again, I didn’t answer. I stared at him with wide eyes.

“You fucking love it. I can’t come near you without your pussy getting wet. I’m liking this new you. Keep it up.”

Just like he always did, he stopped. Two fingers dipped deep inside me while his thumb pressed hard on my nub and another one pressed on the pucker in my ass. And that was it. He stood and handed me the crutches.

Paxton led me toward the patio with a hand on the small of my back. My feet skidded to a halt when I realized he meant for me to go outside with no panties.

“I’m not going out there for the entire world to see me half naked,” I protested.

He shoved my arm and I was forced to walk or fall. I walked.  Of course, as soon as I did, I had to pee. I was no sooner sitting when the urge took over full-force again. He left me to get coffee and a plate bacon, eggs, and toast, and I enjoyed the morning. For the most part. I still had to pee.

I declined the food, but took the coffee and the pill. I really didn’t feel like I needed it. I had pain in my hip a little, and my shoulder, but mostly when I lifted it. I took it for the high. To be able to escape this madness a little, maybe sleep it off

Paxton talked like we were the happiest couple on earth. Right beside me, looking out to the endless ocean. I could see a man and a dog, walking along the beach, and one jogger. That was it, a beautiful, wide-open beach. I was in heaven, married to the devil. No neighbors were seen from this side of the house. Nothing but a green lawn, open spaces, and the never-ending sea.

“I have to step out for a bit this afternoon. I have to meet with the Walton’s for the final walkthrough. Tricia is going to help you with lunch and help get the girls laid down for naps. I think you’ll be okay here alone with them until I get home.”

I hesitated, wondering whether or not I was allowed to speak. I did anyway. “Are we friends, Tricia and me?”

Paxton laughed. “If that’s what you want to call it. You don’t really have friends. I’m your friend, Rowan’s your friend, and Ophelia’s your friend. That’s all you need. They’re acquaintances. Mommy socialites. That’s enough for you.”

“Oh, well, yeah, since you say so,” I smartly replied. I couldn’t help it. Was this guy for real? Was he being serious? He picked my friends, too? The look on his face solidified the expression. Of course he was serious. “Aren’t they a little old for naps?” I asked while fighting the impulse to say more.

“Almost. Ophelia still needs a nap for sure. She’s like a bear with a splinter if she doesn’t get a nap. Rowan doesn’t sleep most of the time, but we still make her settle down and rest a little. It’s good for them.”

He smiled with a silent snort. His head and shoulders barely moving with the puff of air. I felt the roughness of his fingers when he placed his hand on my knee and pulled it toward him, opening me for his view. I didn’t even falter. Not even at the jolt of pain in my hip. Instead, I reached for toast and picked off a piece, plopping it into my mouth without taking my eyes from him.

“I’m not sure you were this defiant six years ago. Makes me want to stick my dick in your mouth again. Keep it up,” he warned in a threatening tone.

I didn’t keep anything up. I had to pee and the coffee made it worse. My knee bounced, but only on the inside. I tried not to give him the satisfaction, but it was short lived. I had to piss.

“I have to pee.”

“That didn’t take long.”

Paxton once again led me to the bathroom and resumed the same position. Right between my legs. One hand on my good knee. The bastard didn’t even watch. It was nothing more than a power trip. He stood and looked out the window while I went. Freaking prick.

Unfortunate for me, the toilet-paper roll was on the same side as my bad shoulder. I grunted with the sharp pain when I reached for it. Paxton ran his hand down my cheek using the back of his fingers and took care of it.

“Let me get that for you,” he spoke in a raspy tone. He did watch that time. He watched while he patted me dry and then stared into my eyes, his face inches from mine. Our eyes fought each other for control, and I backed down, shifting mine toward the shower.

His hand laid flat against my cheek, and I smelled him. His scent. “This crimson in your cheeks here makes my cock hard. It’s the only thing saving your ass right now. I’m not sure you can fake embarrassment. I’m loving it. Keep that up. I like it.”

With soft lips to my forehead, Paxton tossed the paper between my legs and left me. I followed him out to my room and watched him search my drawers.

“These should be nice and comfortable,” he announced while tossing a pair of white shorts and a pink top to the bed. I shouldn’t have been surprised by the kind gesture, but I was. Paxton once again helped me get in and out of my clothes. Securing a G-string with a tug in the crack of my ass.

“You okay here for a while. Tricia and the girls should be here around one.”

“Yes. I’m fine,” I assured him. I was fine. I wanted to snoop. Find something to jar my memory back to reality. This wasn’t right. I didn’t live like this.

“Don’t try anything stupid. All the keys are locked up. Not that you really have anywhere to go.” My words were silenced by his lips and then he was gone.

By the time I had made it to the living room on my crutches, he was already leaving, backing a burgundy ford F-250 from the garage. I watched him until I couldn’t see the truck anymore, and then I turned with a heavy sigh. I opened the door and walked out, observing the front yard, the lovely neighborhood, and his workshop. The one right beside the little cottage.

Our yard was immaculate. Better Homes and Garden worthy. I sat on a soft bench below the living-room window, but not for long. Even with the roof, the sun was hot, beating down right on top of me. That’s what surprised me about the yard. It was too hot for it to be that green and pretty. I limped back inside to the cool air, leaving the humid air outside.