Can't Touch This (Can't Touch This #1)

He grinned. “Best, only, forever.”

My heart hopped like a damn bunny rabbit.

His hand looped around mine. “Come on.”

“Where are you taking me?” I yawned. “After sex like that, I need to sleep. Especially as I have work in the morning and I’m currently brain dead.” I laughed softly, looking at the ripped open bag and its collar contents. “I’ll never look at dog or cat toys the same again.”

Chuckling, he scooped up the pussy tickler with its feather and ribbons. “We didn’t get to play with this one.”

“There’s always next time.”

Kissing my forehead, he grinned. “You’re right. Plenty more games afoot.” Squeezing my fingers, he guided me forward. “And that is why we’re taking a shower. I’m going to massage away the long day you’ve had, and then you’re falling asleep in my bed where I can watch over you.”

“By watch over, you mean keep me prisoner, right?”

“Hey, girlfriend…prisoner. I thought they were one and the same.”

I laughed, following him into the bathroom. “In that case, I think I’d agree to being your prisoner if it meant I was subjected to more of your singular brand of punishment.”

Turning on the spray and helping me into an old claw foot bath where old tiles had already been chipped off the walls in preparation for new ones, Ryder kissed me as water rained over our heads. “Vesper, if keeping you prisoner was the only way I could keep you, you’d be my slave for life.”

And that was how my dreams consisted of Ryder Carson being my master and me his willing little sex slave all night.

It was a good dream.

A great dream.

And I added it to the games we could play in the future.

Because we would have a future.

A long one.

I was sure of it.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

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Ryder

LIFE HAD A WAY OF speeding up without anyone noticing.

Vesper and I remained in our happy bubble for two weeks. She went to work; I renovated the house. Once Barb was cleared of any infection from her wired-shut muzzle, she moved in with Vesper which mellowed Visa surprisingly.

Our texts never ceased and my thoughts never strayed from her.

She sometimes slept over while others she returned home. I brought home a rescue or two and she started introducing Visa and Barb to Scar and Hippo (on the one time she was able to coax her opinionated pussy into the car).

For a single bachelor, my life suddenly became obsessed with togetherness and family.

When Vesper wasn’t working, and I wasn’t bothering her with new rescues, we hung out like every-day couples.

We went to the movies to see the new James Bond (which she didn’t care for), and in return I accompanied her to the latest chick flick (that I didn’t care for). However, I loved every corny pick-up line because she held my hand and allowed me to cop a feel in the dark.

It was a win-win, really. Distracting her got me hard and gave me a reprieve from actually listening to sexually repressed dialogue.

A few days later, she gave me a hand job in my Mustang in the parking lot of McDonalds when we’d both had a crazy long night with an abused Zuchon, and hadn’t eaten all day. I’d repaid the finger service the following afternoon when I’d popped into her surgery and she’d had half an hour free between appointments.