Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
I let out a bellow into our kiss. My orgasm is near agony, it's so strong. So hard. I almost weep from the beauty. Nothing I ever did to myself comes close to this.
All the years.
All the wanting, all the waiting for her, floods over me, and I shudder through another orgasm.
I tuck my head into the crook of her neck and let the ownership wash over me. This is magic. I'll fill her pussy with my cum for the rest of her life.
"Thank you." The words are out before I can stop them.
"Thank me?" Her breathless answer warms my shoulder.
"For waiting." My voice cracks. "For waiting for me."
That's all I get out before my throat tightens. I don't remember the last time I cried. But this is birth and death, and the most beautiful song ever written, all at once, and my pride and ego are out the window.
I tighten my hold on her and drift into a euphoria I'll never fully recover from. We lie like that until the room darkens. The sheets are soaked beneath where we're joined, and I tell her a thousand times that I love her.
"Ready, babe?" I hesitate, then tap on the bedroom door before opening it and stopping dead in my tracks. Wow. To see her now in the red dress I sent her, looking like some kind of dream, some kind of fantasy.
She looks up and bites her lip. "Do I look okay?"
For a second, the question doesn't make sense, then it does, and it breaks my heart. She's wearing her leg braces so she won't need her crutches, and she's worried how they look. It amazes me she doesn't know how stunning she is, braces or no. Someone should have told her every day of her life.
"You do not look okay, Leah, you never look okay," I grunt, walking toward her, shifting the hard-on that just leapt to the top of my waist. She blinks, looking in the mirror and running her hands down the front of the dress. "You look amazing. Like you belong in a museum, where everyone can stand and admire you, and stuffy old men in silk shirts tell the world you're the perfect picture of human beauty. I've never seen anything more beautiful in my life."
"Really?" Her eyes glint as I pull her into my chest and kiss the top of her head.
"Really. How could you ever doubt it?"
I cover her up in her long trench coat before we head out, keeping the dress to ourselves. I've reluctantly agreed to keep us on the down low until May and Decker are done with their honeymoon, which means she's moving back to the mansion this week, temporary or not.
I might not like it, but I'll respect it.
"Thank you, Wilson," she says as he opens the door for her.
I grunt at his name. I agreed to let him drive us tonight because Leah worried he felt sidelined, so I'm doing it for her. If she wants us back in the family home once we go public, Wilson may as well start getting used to me.
This dinner is me trying to start us over and do it right, because we never got a normal beginning, just a dungeon, then a wedding, then five days apart the second we were finally getting somewhere. I want one night where we get to know each other like any other couple.
When we get there, I lead her inside to a private table. I know the manager, so I called ahead to request dozens of white roses in low vases, champagne at the ready. I want everything to be perfect for her because she is perfect and nothing less will do.
She laughs when she sees it and covers her face with the back of her hand. "Allister, it's too much."
"Nothing is too much, precious. Nothing is even enough. You deserve more than money can buy." I look over, and there are tears in her eyes. "Leah, what's up?"
"Nobody has ever done anything like this for me before."
"Be ready then, because from now on I'm doing it, one way or another, for the rest of our lives."
We eat and talk and smile, and it's everything.
"Now, that was better than a box of Pop-Tarts." She pushes her empty plate away, and I'm so happy to see her eat. Making sure she's healthy and cared for satisfies me in a way I never imagined.
"I'll be right back." I squeeze her hand across the table. She's ready to go, and I'm too anxious to wait for the check, so I go hunt down our server to pay.
This place is filling up fast. The Friday night crowd is filling the bar, and the room is turning from a quiet, intimate place into something else. Time to go before it kills the mood. Too many fucks have been eyeing her across the room, and my blood pressure's climbing.