“Hush, bunny,” he reminds me as he flips his hand between my legs, rubbing at my clit. “Be good for me. Let me fuck you, baby. I ought to come deep in this pussy before you get off. Teach you to doubt your worth for even a moment. Fuck. Don’t you come, bunny. Let me get...fuck, that’s it, let that pussy choke my cock. God, I love being inside you, baby.”
For telling me to be quiet, his filthy words are echoing loudly. I laugh when he glances back towards the party cautiously. If someone heard, they could find us any moment. He thrusts faster, pounding into me as he rubs faster, harder at my clit, his mouth sealed to mine.
“Come, bunny,” he grunts, fingers digging into my hip as he thrusts harder, lifting me off my feet with the force. “Come on my cock so I can fill this pretty pussy with my cum. Want you walking out of here dripping me out of you. Ah, fuck, that’s it bunny.”
I clutch at his shoulders as I throw my head back, screaming silently into the dark skies. I come so hard when I blink, I swear I seen lighting the skies. I collapse against him as he throws his hips a few times before he lifts me by the back of my thighs, forcing my limbs to close around him.
“I’m coming,” he whispers against my mouth, panting as he jerks inside me, the moment so hot, so intense, we just stare into one another’s eyes.
We catch our breath as the moment goes still. I whisper to him that I want him to capture this moment for me too. He chuckles and tells me he will find an X-rated artist to get it done for me. And as he kisses me, I wonder for a moment if he might mean it.
“Let’s go home, bunny,” he coos as he fixes my dress and tucks my panties back in place.
“Yeah, Ace, let’s go home.”
He leads me through the crowd inside and I just know they all have every idea what we just did outside. But neither of us care. We come to these things to prove to people who talk that we plan to get married. That he is the future I have chosen for myself. All so my father cannot force me to make an impossible choice.
Cuddled together on the way back home, I wonder if I could make a choice if he tried to force me to. Could I ever choose anyone else but Brett?
When he carries me inside and to bed, where he spends the rest of the night proving just what I am worth to him, I know my answer.
How could I ever choose anyone but that man I love?
Chapter Nine
Brett
Christmas this year could be the last I spend single.
Not that I consider myself single. If you’re asking me, I have been taken since Brielle slid down the mountain side to land at my feet. I was taken the moment those glittering blue eyes gazed up at me. And when she mouthed off to me and told me to get lost, I knew she was the girl for me.
“Diamond....or some other precious stone? You girls know her best.”
Showing Brielle’s besties the drawings Rian Thorne has done, I ask for their input. Whatever they tell me is right for her, I will trust. They know her better than anyone else. Even though as of late, we have learned plenty about one another. That is why once they choose a ring, I am not surprised because it is my favorite and one, I hoped they would approve of.
A tear shaped pink diamond in a rose gold band crowned by sparkling diamonds, it is a beautiful design. The stones are naturally sourced, which I know will matter to her, and roughly cut. They sparkle just enough to catch the eye without being obnoxious and I cannot wait to see it on her hand.
“Really doing it then, Ace?” Lennon quips as I ask Rian to have it done up and ready to go by Christmas next week.
“Oh yes. I would have asked her the day she came crashing down that slope if I thought she would have said yes. Now I might have a shot at getting a yes. If not, I will keep at it until I win a yes from her.”
“Who knows with Brielle, girl may have said yes that day if you asked right,” Quinn teases with a chuckle before Lennon joins in.
They may be laughing about it, but I have thought of this moment for months. I want it to be perfect. But I have almost blurted it out and asked half a dozen times since she started staying at my place. Having her there is so right and I don’t want her to find an excuse to leave.
Lennon told us both she could come back to their place at any time, but I know she wants her to stay with me too. Not because she does not want her best friend back as a roomie. But because she knows how crazy I am about her. How willing I am to take care of her and provide all she could ever need. But we all know those demands her father made of her still weigh on her.
Brielle spent most of her life trying to rid her guilt over being wealthy. Of having an entitled existence. Going to foreign countries to build wells and homes, protesting in the streets of Asia and Africa, and spending fortunes on donations did little to fill the emptiness her family carved inside her.
“A holiday proposal. It is so romantic. Brielle eats up romance like buttery scones,” Lennon gushes, clutching her fists over her heart as she flutters her eyes at me playfully.
“Could have fooled me,” I say with a laugh, “I tried to romance her for months before everything with her father. Part of me thinks...” trailing off, I shake my head because I don’t genuinely believe those thoughts. I do not believe that she has stayed with me these past weeks because she felt obligated. Nothing that has happened between us is out of obligation.
“No, our girl loves romance and fluffy shit,” Quinn states.
Good thing because my proposal is going to be fluffy. Making her friends promise to be there on Christmas, I head to Landon Holm’s workshop to check how our project is coming. His door stands open, so I start to head in. Before I duck my head in to call hello, I hear it. I hear the rhythmic thud of a worktable slamming against the wall. I hear breathy moans. I start to back away when I hear his guttural growl.
“Good girl, songbird. Such a good girl for me, that’s it.”