Draft version - Russian Roulette - Family secrets

Ch. 94: No, I'm not that rich

Gareth pushed past her and rushed to his bedroom.

Not much seemed out of the ordinary, a few trinkets were unknown to him, there was a green plant next to his reading chair. The bed had on some throw pillows he did not recognize. In the bathroom female products were stacked neatly on one side of the double sink and in the cabinet. And his closet, which usually only held black and silver, held rows of her colorful clothes.

"I didn't move all of my things. I was afraid to snoop around your drawers." Mackenzie was standing at the door with a worried frown. "I can move it back if you feel like I'm crowding you."

If she had messed up, she was not sure. Gareth had on a bewildered facial expression she could not decode. It had been a present for him, one she had thought he would be happy about; she did not have money to buy him things, then, he did not need anything. Whiskey, even expensive bottles, would have been impersonal.

It what was she thought she could give him.

"You're moving in with me?" Gareth asked when he had found his ability to form sentences again.

He had thought they would have continued their sleeping arrangement and their sexual interaction would have been sparse and only when she was ready for it. It was a marriage of convenience, though he loved her, he had not expected her to be his wife fully until they could show it to the world, if ever.

"I'll move my things back," Mackenzie shrugged saddened that he was no happy with it.
"Hell no!" Gareth came charging at her and grabbed her arms making her drop the box with the corsage. "Stay, please. You can have as much of the closet and drawers as you need, just stay."
"You're not mad?"
"Why would I be mad?" He kissed her forehead and breathed in her perfume. It always calmed him. "I was surprised, that's all. I had thought that since... You know. I wasn't sure you were ready for this step, so I hadn't asked. I didn't want to pressure you. I want you in here with me."

Mackenzie snuggled into his embrace. He was not mad. He was happy. Such a little gesture had made him happy, something she had thought was a natural thing for a married couple, he had been ready to let go of for her.

Sometimes Gareth made her head spin with what he was willing to settle for on her account. It had not been her intention that he should have to settle for anything, she wanted to make him happy and never feel like she had been a weight on him or his life.

Whatever love there was between them it had to be enough to build on. She would do her best while they worked on getting King, and after she would give Gareth everything he could ever want from a life with her.

"Gareth, I want to go to bed with you every night, wake up with you every morning." Mackenzie laughed a low and seductive laugh. "And I want you to fuck me any time you have the energy to do it."

Drawing in breath Gareth tightened his grip around her. "By fuck you mean?"
"Use me, Gareth, the way we both need."

Mackenzie was Gareth's now. She would never have to be naked in front of King and his men again, never have to tolerate other men touching her without her consent, there was no reason to stay away from Gareth. If she had marks on her, Gareth would love them because he had made them, and King would not get a chance to have a meltdown over it.

Never again.

Grumbling Gareth grabbed her ass and squeezed it hard making her moan. It drove him crazy. She had given him the ok, not just for the night but for good. He could have her every night if he wanted.

Not really an 'if' kind of dilemma for him.

If it had not been sexist as all fuck, he would have told her to quit her job, because she had just given herself a full time one at home. He would never take her job from her, though. Unless she wanted to quit and do something else.