I deserve my country music moment, and I feel like this is a ‘fuck you’ message without me having to give up my dignity. My grip on her wrist tightened as I gave her a hard look. Xxx In this scenario, the ‘sir’ made my dick lurch a little more. I own her. “Oh!” Erin said, adopting a look of mock surprise. “I own you,” I muttered loud enough to hear her. Bobbi! Compared to the average woman, Bobbi was slender, with a flat belly and tiny waist that flared into lovely, shapely hips. “What is it?” I said around a mouthful of toast. Drawn out of my contemplation, I saw Bobbi’s silhouette standing just inside the bathroom’s doorway, steam obscuring her finer details. She also got us Naughti Boi. “For once in your life,” I said, “stop making every goddamn moment a fight.”
And then I
