Bad Boy Bossy Pants

by Brynn Paulin

  “Are you okay?”

  I smiled. “Perfect.”

  “Definitely perfect. God, Row, you feel so good. You’re so tight. Fuck…”

  His thick, long cock impaling me felt pretty damn good, too. “Yes, it’s so good.” I shifted. “Move. Please. Please, Ross.”

  He nodded, then slowly, never breaking eye contact, he pulled back before slowly pushing inside again. We were in our own bubble, wrapped in this moment, the only two things in the universe as he loved me. His thrusts were steady, ever increasing in speed. My mouth dropped open as the intense pleasure built again, tighter and tighter in my womb.

  I saw all his naked emotions as we connected, and I knew he saw mine. His forehead dropped to mine, and I release my death grip on one of his shoulders to drive my fingers into his hair. He was too close for me to read his lips, but I could talk to him.

  Chapter Five

  ~ Ross ~

  “You feel so good. I love you. Thank you…”

  I wasn’t even sure if she knew she was speaking to me.

  “You’re amazing. You feel so fucking amazing.” I had to say it even if she was too far gone to read my lips. We didn’t need words. Our communication was soul-deep.

  The sensation of her warm, wet walls squeezing me was almost too much. I was doing everything I could not to come too soon. Adjusting one of her legs higher, I drove in deeper, pulling cries from her that about dragged me over the edge into oblivion.

  Then her walls fluttered around my dick, the pulses growing stronger until she was a vise around me and I was lost. She screamed, arching into me, her heels digging into my calves and her fingers clenched into my back. Sensation exploded down my spine before I emptied into her…my love, my hopes, my dreams…our future.

  When I lifted my head to her happy, dazed eyes, I stared into my destiny.

  “Row,” I gasped, my chest jerking unevenly as I tried to breathe.

  She threaded her fingers into the hair at my temple, and I nuzzled into her palm.

  “That was… I can’t believe we finally…” She bit her lip, even as a smile formed.

  “About fucking time.”

  Her other hand lifted, and she traced her thumb along my lip. “Such a dirty mouth.”

  “You have no idea.” I growled and nipped at her wrist.

  Instead of the giggle I’d expected, she frowned and looked away.

  “Hey.” I turned her face back to me. “Hey…what’s wrong?”

  “I hate that there are things I don’t…hear—see. Whatever. That I miss things.”

  “Baby.”

  “And babies…” She sniffled. “I can’t. How can I have children? I won’t hear them to take care of them or teach them or…” She shrugged, the gesture filled-in a thousand unspoken words of inadequacy. “I know you want a family someday. I shouldn’t have…we shouldn’t have done this. Oh my God, I could have gotten pregnant. What if I did?”

  I shook my head. “It will be one of the best damn things in my life if you did. Babe, listen to me.”

  She snorted at the phrase, and I narrowed my eyes, waiting. I shifted to kneel over her, straddling her thighs and keeping her mostly pinned.

  “Deaf people have children all the time,” I signed as I spoke. “And they’re just fine. I’m sure there are adjustments, but those kids are fortunate, too. Besides being bilingual since they know ASL as well as spoken language, they grow up with empathy.”

  “Or resentment.”

  Maybe, I needed to take a different tack. “We can see doctors.”

  She shook her head hard. “I’ve seen lots of doctors. Specialists. There’s nothing but a miracle for me. They said at first it might clear up by itself, but now, it’s been so long.”

  “We can see other ones. Fuck, what’s the point of being a billionaire if I can’t use the money to get you the best care in the world. I don’t care how much it costs. We’ll see the top of the field—”

  “Let me up!” she screamed. She shoved at me, taking me by surprise enough that I tipped sideways a bit. It gave her room to squirm away and off the bed. “No. No!” she yelled. “No, you don’t get to fix me. I don’t want you to fix me. I want to be your partner, accepted for who I am.”

  “I do!” I protested.

  “No, you don’t. I’m not good enough because I’m deaf. You want to change me. Tape me together because I’m broken.”

  “Rowena, no…”

  “Ross, I love you, but I can’t be…a charity case. Someone you want to take care of like a…like a stray dog.”

  “I don’t…”

  She gathered her clothes and wouldn’t look at me, giving me no chance to speak. “I want to be loved. Not fixed. I’m not broken. I’m—” Her voice broke, breaking my heart in the process. “Me.”

  She stormed from the room, pulling her shirt up her arms and not bothering with her bra. I raced after her, confident she’d leave without even putting on shoes, once she shimmied into her jeans.

  Not happening.

  I caught her at the door, flattening her against it. With my chest to her back, there were no words between us, though she sputtered with indignation. I ignored it and kissed her neck. I took her jeans and tossed them away then grabbed the edge of her shirt and tore it open. She’d have to get a shirt from me if she wanted to leave.

  Wasn’t happening.

  “Ross!” she protested as I threw the shredded fabric to the side.

  I grabbed her chin to make her look at me. “Don’t push me away.”

  This woman could reduce me to begging. I didn’t beg from anyone. I said how it would b,e and it was. I didn’t give a shit what anyone thought. But Row… She could bring me to my knees, and she didn’t even know it.

  I rubbed the place over my heart where her name was etched, claiming me in her delicate handwriting. If I lost her—

  I wasn’t fucking losing her!

  Swiftly lifting her into my arms, I marched back to the bedroom. “We’re not done,” I said, now that she could see my face.

  “You ripped my blouse.”

  “I’ll buy you a hundred more once you agree to move in and marry me.”

  Row didn’t say a word. When I glanced down at her, she was staring up at me in shock, her mouth open. “What?”

  I set her on the edge of the bed. My hands rested on the mattress on either side of her hips as I leaned over her. “You’re marrying me.”

  “But we just… We haven’t even dated!”

  I lowered my chin, an eyebrow raising. “We’ve dated for years. I think we covered that earlier. And we love each other.”

  “I…”

  “Are you going to deny you love me? That we’re perfect together?”

  “I do love you.” She licked her bottom lip and sighed, glancing away. “But I’m not perfect for you.”

  I tapped her cheek beneath her left eye, silently telling her to give me her focus again.

  “You are fucking perfect for me. Why would you even say that?”

  “You have all those things you have to go to for business. Galas and openings and movie premieres and awards functions—just to name a few things. You need the right woman on your arm.”

  “I’m trying to get her there, but she’s fucking stubborn, and I’m ready to spank her ass for all the negative talk about herself.”

  Row rolled her eyes. “I’m not being negative, Bossy Pants. I’m realistic, though. I know I’m a good person and smart and talented. I haven’t let things stand in my way.”

  “Then why are you standing in your own way now?” She had to know me well enough to realize I didn’t let anything get in the path of what I wanted. Nothing. No excuses held me back from what I wanted. I’d thought it best to wait for her, but that was done. I’d had enough waiting.

  “I’m—”

  “You are,” I interrupted, forestalling the denial I knew was coming.

  She glared at me. “You need someone who can function seamlessly in your circles.”
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br />   “I need someone who loves me, and that’s all. If you think it’s such a big deal, I don’t need to ever attend one of those stupid things again.”

  “You have to. For your business.”

  “No, I don’t. I have enough money that even our great grandkids won’t need to work if they don’t want to. I don’t need to schmooze. I don’t need the spotlight, though let me tell you, you’d look stunning in it. And damn it, I have to say it, you function so well, interacting with people, reading lips, that most of the time, people have no idea you’re deaf. Yes, you can’t hear, but it’s only an issue if you make it an issue. And you know what? I am fucking pissed that you would imply I want to fix you. When have I ever tried to. When have I ever made you think you’re not enough.”

  She stared at me. “Never,” she sighed.

  “No, never. I only want to make you happy. I would do anything to move any obstacles in your way, to take away anything that makes you sad. What I said wasn’t about fixing you. I just want you to have what you want. Your hearing.”

  She closed her eyes and sighed again before meeting my gaze once more. “Okay.”

  “And you’re marrying me,” I pressed.

  “Are you going to ask me?”

  “Nope.”

  “God, you really are bossy. How am I going to handle you?”

  “Often,” I suggested. Reaching for my pants, I grabbed my cellphone.

  “What are you doing?” she asked as I typed out a couple messages.

  I looked up at her. “Telling the guys I won’t be meeting them at the bar.”

  A group of friends and I had been meeting together almost once a week since high school. Back then, people had jokingly called us the bad boy club, since we’d tended to get into trouble, and we’d run with the name. But tonight, I definitely had something better to do than hang out with my brothers and the rest of the guys.

  “And?” Row prompted, knowing me well enough to realize I was doing something else.

  “Having my jet prepped. We’re going to Vegas.”

  She blinked at me, and her mouth dropped open again, but she didn’t protest. I went back to typing.

  “I’ll need a shirt,” she finally said. I grinned, hearing her yes loud and clear.

  “Baby, I’ll give you anything you want for the rest of our lives.”

  Chapter Six

  ~ Ross ~

  My wife was cuddled in my arms when the pounding started. We were back home, after a flight to Vegas and back, and we were both exhausted from the travel then making love all night. Now that I had her, I couldn’t get enough of my woman. Lifting her hand, I brought her fingers to my mouth and kissed where I’d placed my ring.

  She grinned at me. “Again? You’re insatiable.”

  “True, but I think your family is here.”

  Her eyes went wide. “What?”

  “Someone’s pounding on our front door.”

  She made an eek-face then started giggling. I loved that she wasn’t afraid to face them from my side. Good thing since I never planned to let her go.

  The banging grew louder.

  “Stay here,” I told her.

  She squinted at me, wrinkling her nose, then grabbed the dress shirt I’d worn with my suit for our wedding. “No.”

  My cock went hard as she slipped into the button-down. It hung to her knees. “You’re too damn sexy.”

  “I’m glad you think so, since you’re stuck with me. Are you going to put on some clothes or let my brothers kick your ass like that?” She waved her hand at my nakedness.

  “I don’t know. My dick might distract them.”

  “What?” she asked, and I realized she had only seen part of what I’d said as I’d bent to grab my pants. I repeated myself.

  “My mom might be with them,” she said. “I’d rather she not see your penis. Especially when it’s so nice and hard like that.” She smirked. I gave her a glare.

  “You won’t be laughing later.”

  “I hope not.”

  Shaking my head, I slipped on a tight pair of boxer-briefs then a pair of jeans rather than my suit trousers, hoping to control my erection a little. The little brat dragged her fingers over the bulge as she passed me on her way to the hallway. I hurried after her, not bothering with a shirt.

  “Open this door, you asshole!” I heard bellowed. Bryce.

  I grasped Row’s arm and gently pulled her to face me. “This might get ugly. Stay behind me, so you don’t get hurt.”

  “I don’t want you to get hurt, either!”

  I pressed my fingers to her lips. “All good, babe. Won’t be the first time one of your brothers has thrown a punch at me.”

  After pressing a kiss to her forehead, I headed for the door.

  “Stop yelling,” I growled as I yanked open the door. Cody, the older of her brothers almost fell through the doorway. Bryce raced past him, his fist raised.

  “Hey!” Row yelled at them as I lifted my hand to deflect him and Cody, who now headed for me, too. Seeing her state of dress enraged them. Both furious faces turned back toward me, and I glared death in the face.

  I held my hands in front of me, though I was in no way afraid to fight them, even two to one. Hell, I’m the one who’d gotten expelled for fighting. “It’s not what you think.”

  “What we think is our sister didn’t come home last night,” Cody gritted out. “What we think is you’ve been fu—messing around with our sister and taking advantage of her.”

  “Does the bro code mean nothing to you?” Bryce demanded. “Our sister is off limits. And now, we need to kick your ass.” He sounded almost weary and put out. Of the two, he had the most level head and less of a temper.

  “I wasn’t taking advantage of your sister. I was marrying my wife.”

  “Sure you weren— What?” They both yelled the latter together.

  “You were what?” Bryce demanded.

  I turned and held out my hand to Rowena then quickly signed to her, since I knew she couldn’t follow the conversation. Grinning wide, she came into my arms and held up her hand, showing off her three carat diamond. It was the largest she’d allow me. I just wanted everyone to know she was mine.

  “We got married,” I repeated.

  “You got married? You’ve never even dated!” Bryce scoffed.

  This again? “Fuck, man. I’ve been taking your sister out almost every day since her junior year.”

  “For coffee. You’re telling me there was more?” he replied.

  “It’s none of your business,” Row said in her almost flat tone, having caught what he said this time. “We might have gone slow, but we love each other. Stop being jerks and be happy for me.”

  Cody shook his head. “You got married without Mom and Dad? They’re going to be more pissed than we are.”

  That worried me more than her brothers. I respected Row’s parents. I’d have to smooth over things. Maybe a grandbaby would make them happy. I suppressed the grin that tried to emerge at the thought. Yeah, baby-making was top on my list for the day.

  “We’re planning a big wedding for later,” Rowena told him.

  We were? Well, hell. Whatever she wanted. My brothers probably would want to be there, too. “Right,” I agreed.

  Bryce snorted, knowing me well enough to surmise her statement had taken me by surprise. He looked at his sister. “We’ll tell the parents you’re fine. You’d better be there for dinner tonight.” He glanced over at Cody. “We sure will be.”

  “Wouldn’t miss this show for anything,” Cody agreed.

  “Good. Now, get out,” I growled. “We have things to do.”

  “Oh, fuck off with that,” Cody growled. “I don’t want to hear that shit about my sister. But just so you know…I always knew you had a thing for her. I just never thought it would take you this fucking long.”

  The door slammed behind them, and I shook my head. That had gone a thousand times better than I’d ever thought it would.

  “What did he say
?” Row asked.

  “He loves you.”

  She shook her head. “He said something annoying, didn’t he?”

  “Maybe.” I looped my arms around her.

  “What did he say?”

  “He wondered what took me so long.”

  “He’s not the only one. So what took you so long?”

  “I wanted you to be ready.”

  She raised her eyebrows and tilted her head.

  “Fine,” I admitted, ready to say something I’d barely admitted to myself. Just revoke my man card now. “I was afraid of fucking everything up.”

  She shook her head, obviously not understanding, though I was sure she’d read the words. I cupped her face. “I love you so much. I didn’t want to scare you or mess things up or do anything that would end with me losing you. Being your friend, being able to be with you every day, that was better than having nothing at all.”

  “And then you almost lost me anyway.”

  “No, I didn’t. I’d follow you to the ends of the earth, Row. I swear to you, I would.”

  She swallowed hard, her eyes glassy. “I love you,” she signed. “With all my heart.”

  I motioned it right back at her.

  For a moment, we stared at each other until the emotion was too mush for me. “So, since we were so rudely dragged out of sleep early this morning, you want breakfast?”

  She shook her head.

  “Coffee and muffins from the coffee shop?”

  Her hand cupped my cock, stroking me through my jeans, and she shook her head again. Blood rushed from my brain to my little head. I liked her ideas…

  Threading two fingers through my beltloop, she tugged me toward the bedroom. We only made it a couple steps before I scooped her up into my arms and started kissing her.

  Married life might just be pretty great.

  Epilogue

  ~ Rowena ~

  Two Years Later

  “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous. I’m the luckiest fucker in the world.”

  I startled, jumping almost a mile, even though the sound was so faint. I swung around, one hand grabbing the edge of the dresser where I’d been putting away clothes. My knees buckled, and the inside of my head screamed with a million things I couldn’t sort through.