“My father goes through wives like you wouldn't believe. I’ve almost lost count of them. On top of being a divorce lawyer.” I shake my head. “I might be jaded. I haven't had a great role model for marriage or love.”
“You never want to get married or fall in love?” Her bottom lips puffs out. I know how precious and innocent my girl is. She believes in knights in shining armor, and in this moment I know I’m going to give her that the best I can.
“Oh, we’re getting married. And as for falling in love, I’m already there.” Her eyes brim with tears. “I can’t live without you, Dove. You’re my sunshine. You’re the breath of air I need, and I can’t go back to how I’ve been living since before I met you. Not now that I’ve had a taste.”
“I read about you on the subway.”
I growl at the reminder of her alone on the subway. It was the longest hour of my fucking life.
“They said mean things about you. Things I’ve never seen. That you were cold and calculating. Though, today, I’ve seen hints of that.”
“I am those things, but I never want to be cold with you. It came out today when I thought you were trying to get away from me. I can’t control myself.”
“I kinda like that I make you lose control,” she says, her eyes softening.
“I won’t lie to you, Dove. I am calculating. It’s why I’m so good at my job. You’ve seen part of it already with John.”
“Who is he?”
“Your security.”
“Mine?”
“Yeah, yours. I’ve had him on you from the moment I saw you.” I watch her face, waiting for a reaction, but she only smiles, so I go on.
“I bought your building and the flower shop.” She looks shocked at this confession. “I keep that terrible coffee shop open just for you.”
She laughs and shakes her head. “I only get coffee from there to see you. I only went in that first day because I’d forgot mine. After that I went in hopes to run into you.”
“Since we are admitting everything, Dove, I’m going to warn you. There is something about you that drives me over the edge. I’m going to be demanding of your attention. Your time. Everything. I need you. All of you.”
“I want to be yours,” she whispers and touches my face. “I’m in love with you, too.”
I carry her over to the dining room table that has two place settings for dinner and is covered in pink rose petals. I sit her ass on the edge of the table and push her dress up. I’ve waited all day to be inside her sweet heaven and I won’t waste a second more. She just told me she loves me. That’s the first time a woman has ever said that to me and I need to cement it into my heart. I need to join us in every way possible and I need it now.
“Lie back and spread your legs.” I don’t mean to be quick with her, but my hands are shaking and I don’t know how much longer I can wait. Every second we aren’t connected is hell on earth.
She does as I ask, her beautiful blonde hair flowing around her and tangling with the rose petals. It’s the most powerful thing I’ve ever seen. She’s like an angel laid out for the taking and I’m the devil that’s going to own her soul.
I strip off my suit coat and tie, then rip my shirt from my chest. When I push off my slacks and pull out my cock, her naked pussy is wet and waiting. I don’t hesitate as I slide my thickness into her tight little pussy and groan with every inch that sinks deep.
“Beau,” she moans as her hands reach for me, and I lean down and kiss her.
“I love you, Dove. I’ll never get tired of saying that,” I tell her as I press my forehead to hers and slowly rock in and out of her.
Now that we’re joined, the demand to rush through this is gone, but my need is still right on the razor’s edge. Her hips move in time with mine and it’s as if the universe has sent me my other half. She’s soft where I’m hard, she’s light where I’m dark, and she’s the best of all my mistakes.
In this moment I feel the magnitude of what we have and no one can ever take this away. No one can ever separate what we’ve bound together, and I will never let her go. As I make love to her, I whisper promises of my commitment, my vows, and of our future together.
“Forever,” I say as her body tightens and her climax begins.
“Forever,” she cries out as I follow her over the edge.
Epilogue
Beau
A week later…
My eyes keep going to the doorway to my office. I wonder when my girl is going to get here already. She’s been in our bedroom getting ready for the last hour. She’s a ball of nerves about having dinner tonight with my dad and stepmom. She wants them to like her. I had to fuck her six times today to get her tiny ass to calm down before she gave herself a panic attack.
Like it matters either way. I would throw them out in a second if they looked at her funny. I’m not worried about it, though. Dove is impossible not to love. Her sunshine will light up anyone’s world. I’m just not sure how my dad is going to respond to some of the other things I have to say. I won’t have a yelling match with him. At least not when Dove is within hearing distance. I know it would upset her.
I stand from my desk when I hear a knock at the door. Our three little puppies start barking and going nuts. Yes, three. I’d gone back to the pet shop where Dove got distracted and she couldn't pick just one. So now we have them all. I don't regret it for a second, even though they are a lot of work. Whenever they get to be a little too overwhelming I remember the face she made when I told her we’d get them all and it washes away any doubt. The trainer we have coming every day helps, too. They are still a little rambunctious, but I’ve noticed how protective they are of Dove. It makes me like them even more. I won’t have to worry about her being alone with them in the house.
I can’t help but smile when I step out of my office and see the three of them barking and tripping over each other as they try to run down the hallway. Dove pokes her head out of our bedroom door, her blonde hair a mess all around her.
“I’m not ready!” she squeals.
“Take your time, sunshine.”
She blows me a kiss before shutting the door. I take a breath and stop myself from going down the hallway after her. I could tell she was naked. If I went back there right now there wouldn't be a dinner tonight. I remind myself I had her only an hour ago and I can have her again before the night is over. Because like every night since we first made love, she’s been in my bed. Where she belongs.
The puppies scamper around my feet, barking for me to open the front door. When I open it up I see my father standing there, an arm wrapped around his wife, holding her tight. He’s leaning over and nuzzling her neck. He’s more affectionate with Jenna that he has been with any of his other wives. In fact, I can’t remember him ever cuddling close to any of them like he does with her.
“Beau,” Jenna says, breaking away from my dad and giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I can’t wait to meet her.” She pulls back with a smile on her face. Her dark hair hangs loose around her shoulders. She’s dressed casually, and I like that about her. All my dad’s other wives always dressed like it was a night out on the town. They had to have the best of everything. I still wonder how my dad landed her. She’s so down to earth and she doesn't seem like someone who would put up with his ways.
“She's not ready yet,” I inform her.
“Oh, I’ll go join her.”
I step in Jenna’s path. “Knock first please,” I tell her. I don’t care if she’s a woman. Only I see my Dove naked. Period.
“Of course.”
I step out of her way so she can head down the hallway. Two of the puppies follow her. Bruno stays at my side staring at my dad. He’s the little guard dog out of the three of them.
My dad walks in, pulling me in for a hug and catching me by surprise.
“Whiskey?” I ask him when he lets go of me.
“Always.”
I lead him back to my office and pour us both a glass. I throw mine back, enjoying the burn. I’m not looking forward to how this next conversation is going to go. I know my dad will be on me about a prenup and I also have something I need to tell him. I want this to go easy. I haven't talked to him much since that day in my office. I haven’t really talked to anyone. I've barely come up for air since I got Dove into bed.
I take a seat behind my desk. My dad follows suit, sitting down on the other side. He looks less stressed. Retirement seems to be doing him some good.
“I’m marrying her,” I blurt out, ripping the Band-Aid right off. He goes to open his mouth, but I cut him off. I need to get it all out. “There won’t be a prenup because I’ll never let her leave me. Ever.”
My dad studies me for a second before a grin splits his face.
“I wasn't going to say that.” He leans forward a little, resting his elbows on his knees. “I didn’t make Jenna sign one either.”
“What?” I say in shock. It doesn't matter to me if my father gets a prenup or not. It’s his money and he can do with it what he wants, but this is out of the norm for him. In fact, a lot about him lately is. Then it clicks. He’s been this way ever since Jenna came into his life.