The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo [Masters of Submission 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Jan Bowles Page A

mean.”
    “Yeah, of course I do. I’ve done my fair share of moving around the country, too.”
    He watched her wistfully look around the huge open-plan area. “Do you know, Ty, I’m not sure my personal possessions will fit in with yours.” She rummaged through a cardboard box and pulled out a Native American dream catcher. The sound of the beads rubbing together jingled across the room as she held it up. “Hey, what do you think of this taking center stage?”
    He shrugged. “Whatever floats your boat.”
    Rebecca smiled that sexy smile he’d come to love, and he realized she was teasing him. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t dream of spoiling such a masculine environment with feminine trinkets.”
    Tyler laughed. “I’m not a neat freak, and besides, when we have children of our own, there’s gonna be a shitload of disruption going on.”
    “Children?”
    “Yeah, plenty of them, too.”
    Rebecca looked sad, almost defeated for some reason, and she turned from him and placed the dream catcher back in the cardboard box. Her voice was quiet and it trembled slightly. “Is that something you really want, something you really need?” she asked, as she absentmindedly rummaged through the contents. “Kids I mean.”
    He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, reveling in the way she smelled and the soft, compliant feel of her womanly body. His cock stirred, growing harder. That was the thing about Rebecca. He could never get enough of her.
    “You bet. I want kids more than anything, don’t you? And besides…” He cupped her breasts together from behind, savoring their weight and warmth in his palms. “You have a body that is just perfect for producing lots of healthy children.” He sighed loudly. “Ah, I guess being adopted makes me think about starting a bloodline of my own. ‘The Tyler Stone dynasty’ has an enduring ring to it, don’t you think?” He affectionately nuzzled her neck. “As you know, I’ve absolutely no idea who my father was, or his father for that matter.” Tyler felt he was taking stock, and although he hadn’t told her, he now realized he loved Rebecca and wanted to share his life with her. Over the months they’d grown closer and closer, and he knew deep down that she loved him, too. He’d never uttered those three little words, yet he felt an incredible love for her permeating deep within him. Perhaps the time was now.
    He whispered softly in her ear with genuine affection, “I love you, Becca. I’ll always love you.”
    She turned quickly in his arms and stared up into his face, raw emotion etched on hers. “I love you, too, Ty. You’ll never know how much.”
    “Why the tears then?” He gently dabbed away the salty water with his fingertips.
    “Oh, God, there I go again. I’m just so happy, Ty.” Suddenly she became serious, and her fingers feathered against his jaw.
    He made to play bite her hand. “I mean obviously I’m not looking to start a family right here and now. But I am nearly forty, and you’re getting toward your midthirties.”
    “Tyler, there’s something you should—”
    The doorbell rang, cutting her off midsentence. He leaned down and kissed her lips. “Hold that thought, honey. I’ll be right back.”
    He felt as though he was walking on air. He’d finally told Becca he loved her, and she’d responded by saying she loved him, too. Life just didn’t get any better than this. He strode to the front door on an emotional high and yanked it open with a flourish. A guy in his late teens held a large box out in front of him. “Pizza delivery, sir.”
    “Thanks.” Tyler was just about to close the door when he said, “Hey, hold on a minute, kid.” He reached inside his jean pocket and pulled out a fifty-dollar bill. Tyler thrust it into the pizza delivery boy’s hand. “You have a great day now.”
    The young man checked his palm. “Jesus. Fifty bucks? Thanks, mister.”
    “You’re welcome, kid.” With that