"I'll make a mess."
"Good, I want you to soak these blankets through with your juice. I want your come all over me."
My chest rises and falls as he pushes another finger into me, causing me to groan in pleasure. "I just want to touch you so bad," I tell him, as his thumb rolls against my clit, as his fingers rub my g-spot.
The orgasm mounts, and I feel the walls of my pussy shudder as the release washes over me, sending a shock wave to my core, to his fingers as they keep working me, knowing I have more to release if he's patient.
And he is. With his right hand pressed in me, he uses the tips of his other fingers to rub against my hood nice and fast. So fast I can feel myself getting closer to a screaming, ohmigod-what-have-you-done-to-me orgasm. An orgasm like I've never had.
The orgasm vibrates through me, as my release gushes him with my pleasure.
That is what he gives me, on the stable floor. His body, his heart, his everything.
Chapter Thirty
Landon
I've gotten Claire off plenty of times, but never like this. This release is the kind I've seen in porn – good porn, mind you – but this is real life.
My life.
My hands slap her slick thighs; my cock is just throbbing with desire. I've just watched my woman come all over me, and now I want to come inside her. Fill her up with my cock, and let her remember who has promised to take care of her forever.
I press myself into her, and her pussy is so nice and warm it seems to beg me to go in her deeper. Claire's body relaxes under me, as if instinctively making more space for my cock.
My body hovers over hers, I run my hand through her soft hair, looking into her deep green eyes. Her eyelids flutter; a satisfied smile crosses her red lips.
"You like that?" I ask, my cock moving in and out as I push her back to the edge.
I know she likes it by the way she moans, the way she grabs my ass and holds tight. Her body responds to mine, and I sit up higher and take hold of both her ankles, swinging them over my shoulders. Her legs are raised in the air, her ass bouncing tight against my groin.
It feels so good, I think I'm going to explode, but I want Claire's skin pressed against me when I do. So I lift her to me so she sits in my lap. Her legs wrap tight around me. Fuck the Kama Sutra; I have my own sex-goddess right here.
Her tits are pressed against my chest, and I pull her hair from her neck, kissing her bare shoulders, her ears. Her arms tighten around my neck as she breathes me in, swiveling her hips in pleasure.
"Oh, yeah, baby," I tell her, unable to hold back any longer, not wanting to wait. I want my cock to fill her with my seed.
We come together, my world rocked with her in it-but I've never felt so grounded in my fucking life.
After, with Claire cradled in my arms, I kiss her forehead, wanting to savor this moment. I know once we go back to the house people will be vying for our attention, and right now I just want her.
Just want us.
"Thank you, again, for filing the divorce papers," she whispers in my chest. "I don't think I could have faced Bobbie, after all these years."
"Stop saying that," I tell her. I don't want her thanks; I don't need it. "You know, Denzel says Bobbie offered money, a settlement for Sophia."
"I don't want Sophia to ever feel tied to him. When she's older, if she wants to meet him, she can ... but we aren't taking anything from him. He's already taken enough from me."
"I know, baby, I know." I kiss her again, pulling her closer to me. "Sophia is just lovely, Claire. You've done such a good job with her."
"Thank you," she says. "That is a compliment I never have to ask twice for."
"Yeah, she seems to like me, too," I say, smiling.
"How could she not?"
"Right?" I use my finger and bring Claire's chin up so she's looking at me. "But truly, we got along really well."
"Good, I want you two to get along. It's so important if this is going to work."
"Agreed." I want to reach over and pull the ring from the pocket of my pants, the ones strewn on the floor. I want to get down on one knee.
But suddenly I'm nervous. Maybe Claire would rather I wait to propose, until things are more established between us. Until I've taken her on at least one proper date.
I hope that isn't the case, because she needs to be mine.
"We should probably go back to the house," she says, breaking my line of thought. "It's been an hour."
"Okay," I say, reluctantly moving to get up, knowing the moment has passed. Wanting to catch her off guard, but also at peace.
She doesn't need any more unhappy surprises in her life.
In the house, everyone is gathering in the dining room for a meal. The moment we walk in all eyes turn expectantly to Claire's ring finger, but it remains bare.
Ace looks at me, shaking his head, mouthing the word pussy-and I know he's right.
I should have had the balls to do it back in the stables.
Trays of food are brought out-sandwiches and salads-and everyone begins to eat. I worked up a fucking appetite and, besides that, I'm grateful for a distraction.
I want the proposal to be perfect. Totally Claire. I'm just not sure how to top the engagement at the airport. It was pretty spectacular, even if it was completely fake.
"We've been discussing the plans for the new club," McQueen tells me. "The ladies think it sounds pretty cool."
I lower my gaze at him, and then cock my head toward Sophia.
"Sorry, man."
"What is the club?" asks Claire, the only one out of the loop.
"I finally figured out the perfect idea for the property we invested in. I thought we could use it to help the cash flow for The King's Diamond, but my parents have solved that problem all on their own."
"We just need a new General Manager for the club. Now that Landon owns The King's Diamond, he can't do both," Jack says.
"Truly?" Claire asks my parents-surprised, and rightly so. A few days ago we were faced with bankruptcy.
"Yes, we were just looking in the wrong place," Dad says. "We had the money we needed all along. And Landon and Geoffrey are going to team up and run the business. Looks like I needed two successors, after all. My boys are taking over the business."
"Wow ... that's great news," Claire says, not at all convincing me with her words. She seems upset, in all actuality "Will you be moving here, Landon?" Worry is written on her face.
"Honestly, we hadn't gotten that far. It's to be determined, I suppose," Geoffrey says for me.
I see the fear bubbling up in Claire's chest, and she blinks rapidly. "Oh. Okay. Well, that's exciting."
And then she's crying. Full-on tears down her face.
"What's wrong, Mama?" Sophia asks, jumping up from her chair in worry.
"It's okay, sweetie," Eva says, gently nudging Sophia back in her chair.
"Claire," I tell her. "I'm not going to be working anywhere apart from you. I promise."
"Don't," she says, shaking her head, whispering. "Don't make promises you can't keep."
"‘I'm not doing anything of the sort," I tell her emphatically, standing from the table, and then pushing her chair out.
"Then what are you saying? I just ... Landon, I can't handle the disappointment."
"I love you, Claire."
"I love you, too, Landon, but.-"
"But nothing. I love you and I always will."
She shakes her head, looks around the now-silent room. Everyone is watching us.
This isn't the airport at Heathrow, hundreds of people watching me drop to one knee.
But I don't need hundreds. The people with us now are all the people we love in the world, our closest friends and family. The people who have been there for us through thick and thin.
I kneel before her, pulling the ring from my pocket. Her chin quivers and my hand trembles as I stare into her perfect green eyes.
"I thought if I got a job and a house, then I might be good enough for you. The truth is, there's an empty penthouse above the Vegas branch of The King's Diamond, with my name on the title. I've got a job, and I can have my home base in Vegas. The thing is, even if I had none of those things, I'd be a fool not to try to convince you to marry me.
"Because the fact is, Claire, I will always be hoping I'm enough for you-fighting, striving to be a better man for you and Sophia. I don't deserve you. I know that. But damn it, I love you. And I need you to be my wife. Marry me, and make me the happiest man in the world."
I raise the diamond ring to her. Three equal size stones, each five carats, glistening as I offer her my whole heart.
She takes it.
"Yes, a million times yes."
I don't hesitate; I slide the engagement ring on her finger.
Then she flings her arms around me. I kiss her, and I could keep kissing her forever, but then Jack coughs and breaks us up. Because there's an entire room watching us.
I'll save the rest of the kiss until I can take her back to the stables. Or the bedroom. Or the potting shed. Or the bathroom. Okay, clearly I can have sex with this woman anywhere-and now, I'll have her for the rest of my life.