Page 21 of Stranded
“Daddy—”
“Jackson.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, then. Jackson.”
“If you roll your eyes at me again, sore or not, I’m putting you over my knees.”
I pursed my lips.
“And no pouting.”
“Well, what am I supposed to do, then?”
“I don’t know. Just anything that doesn’t make me want to push your limits and shove my dick into you again.”
“A little self-control.” I hid my smile behind my hand. “Hmm, what was I saying? You distracted—oh, yes, if you weren’t married to my mom, how would you have felt about last night?”
“I’d make you mine.”
A shiver ran down my spine at how quickly he said that.
“What if you still can?” I pushed myself up to sit and scooted closer to him. When I was close enough, I climbed into his lap. “I want it, Daddy.”
“Want what?”
“You to make me yours. I don’t care if I’m your stepson. Please.”
“What would we do about your mother?”
“Let’s run away together.”
“That’s… serious, Aiden. What if you change your mind later?”
“I won’t.” I wrapped my arms around him and clung to him. “You’re mine. I won’t let you go.”
“Aiden.” He cupped my back and stroked. “You feel so good against me. Why?”
“You said it last night. I belong to you now. Your boy to play with whenever you want. Don’t you want it?”
“A relationship can’t last on sex.”
“Sex? Do you have any idea how worried I was about you if you were going to make it out alive? I love you. How can this be about just sex?”
“You…hate me.”
“No. I said that to piss you off because apparently, I’m a little shit who likes to make Daddy mad. And jealous.”
His hands tightened on my waist. “Is that what all those guys who came to our place were? A way to make me jealous? Does that mean you didn’t really have sex with them?”
“I did.”
“But that stops now.”
I trailed a finger down his neck. “Does that mean you’re keeping me, Daddy?”
“Maybe. Let’s just say I better not see any more men coming out of your bedroom.”
I smiled up at him and tugged at his shirt. “Aww, you’re getting jealous over me, Daddy.”
