Twenty
Camille
Since my teen years,I’d never touched myself before, not without it being a sex thing. As in, Nyx asked me to do it while he was fucking me. That was pretty much it.
It had just never interested me after I’d tried it a few times when I was still in high school, which had always made me wonder if that unoriginal ‘Ice Princess’ title was actually more apt than I’d have liked.
Frigid,Brennan had described me.
After my childhood, who’d blame me?
But after this morning, after the way he’d made me aware of my pussy, I wasn’t going to lie—my attention was very much centered between my thighs, and it wasn’t helping that I’d managed to squeeze in an emergency appointment with my doctor.
One shot later and I was protected for three months. One pill later and I was protected from pregnancy. Even though he hadn’t come inside me today, I’d been drenched in his cum. I figured it was prudent to take the morning after pill just to be on the safe side.
I wasn’t ready to be a mother yet, not with a man I knew so little. Who knew me so little too.
We were stuck together; there was no evading that, and I didn’t want to. I was quite happy to be stuck with Brennan.
First off, I’d never had an orgasm before, for God’s sake, so that made me be pretty taken with him. Not only that but he hadn’t forced me to do things I wasn’t comfortable with—hadn’t forced me to do anything, period, other than climax. Who was going to complain about that?
He’d come to my rescue, and he’d let me sleep with him, had held me too... as far as I was concerned, he was Prince goddamn Charming.
Still, I was glad he’d made this suggestion. I’d never have had the balls to take this step without his say so—and yes, I needed to grow a spine worse than a worm did—so now, I didn’t have to worry about it.
We had time.
That was what mattered.
Even if he was only interested in fucking me for a month before he went to his regular mistress, that would be more of a relationship than I’d ever had before. When he lost interest, that was when we’d probably try for a child, and that was when I’d focus on them. I’d be happy. I’d be a mother, and I’d be with a man who would protect us all, who wouldn’t hurt us, and who thought family came first.
Heaven.
So even though my attention kept veering off to the nagging ache at my core, my day brightened up further once the appointment with the doctor was over.
With one thing off my to-do list, I decided to be brave and texted Inessa over the next task at hand:
Me:I’m going for a manicure. Do you want to come?
Inessa:Which nail salon?
Me:The one on West 46th St. and 11th Avenue.
Inessa:What time?
Me:Now.
Inessa:Great. Google says there’s a coffee shop next door. Want to meet there for a coffee first? I’d like to talk about Victoria.
Me:Sure. Is she okay?
Inessa:As well as she can be.
Me:Figures. I’m a few minutes away so I’ll wait for you in the coffee shop.
Inessa:See you there.
Sending her a thumbs up, I turned my attention to the road. Not unlike my father, Brennan had assigned me a guard. Bagpipes. I wasn’t sure if he was happy to be doing the guarding, but I knew how men like Brennan worked.