CHAPTER 9
I assumed we would be leaving once we left the ballroom but Dylan had other plans. I remembered the mention of surprise but was taken back when he reached for my hand and led me up the beautiful spiraled mahogany staircase. As we neared the top of the stairs, I turned looking at him in awe. His blue eyes were darkening, his expression that of a starved man. My body instantly reacted to every little subtle touch that brushed against my skin. I wanted him; naked, raw and totally mine.
We walked hand in hand around the winding hallway, passing fifteen bedrooms before we reached our suite. Dylan sucked in a deep breath and turned to me, taking my face in his hands.
“Princess, I need you to turn around for just a minute. I need to make sure that everything is perfect. Can you do that for me?”
“Of course I can Dylan, but this night has already been perfect.”
“Brooke, you haven’t seen anything yet, now turn around.”
I turned looking out at the gardens through a large window, recognizing the fountain where Dylan had proposed. The heat of his breath became apparent as he turned me to face him, staring deep into my soul.
“Everything is perfect princess, come with me,” he said taking my hand in his. I stopped and gasped, taking in the room before me. Deep golden and reds were throughout the spacious room. Rose petals lined the sheer covered canopy bed as candles were carefully placed and lit in every corner illuminating, adding to the romantic occasion. Next to the bed an end table was decorated with chocolate dipped strawberries strategically placed on a silver platter and two glasses with a bottle of champagne. Dylan shut the door and pulled me to him, a tear escaping my eye.
“Hey,” he said, tipping my chin up. “Is something wrong?”
“No Dylan, things couldn’t be more perfect. You’re perfect,” I said as I placed my lips on his. “I love you more than anything in this world. I will give you whatever you want, whatever you need; that is my promise to you Dylan.”
“Princess,” he whispered before taking me hard into a deep kiss, our tongues moving slowly, deeper, becoming one. He reached behind my back unzipping my dress exposing my naked breasts, his mouth moving from mine down to my firm, aching nipple while twisting and pinching the other. I cried out feeling the desperate need growing in my belly. “Let’s get you out of this princess,” he said sliding my dress further down until it pooled at my feet. Dylan stopped, a slow hiss escaped him when he saw that I hadn’t worn any panties and had been freshly waxed. “My god Brooke, you are so beautiful. Diamonds and nothing else, remember baby?”
“How could I forget,” I said as he picked me up and carried me to the bed.
“I brought us a little surprise Brooke,” he said lifting a small bag.
“What’s in there? I asked curiosity was killing the cat.
“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough princess; patience. You could use a little delayed gratification. I intend to tease the fuck out of you tonight, quite literally,” he said as that sly smile reached the corner of his lips.
“Dylan, please,” I begged and then his tongue was on my clit. “Oh god, that feels so good.” I pulled his hair, pulling him closer to me, his tongue working its way up and down my slit. He pulled back, “look at how pretty you are Brooke. Your pussy always gets so hot and wet for me; your lips are so pink, so fucking pretty. Do me a favor princess, reach in the bag and hand me the first thing that you grab and don’t look at it.” I did as I was told, curiosity getting the best of me.
“Good, now close your eyes and hand it to me.”
I felt the warmth of his tongue return, flicking, teasing, heating me up; then the cold, hard thickness began to fill me as Dylan fed me more. “Oh,” I cried arching my back and then the vibrations started. In and out, in and out all the while he kept his tongue focused on my clit. I grabbed his hair once again, squirming, writhing beneath his touch as I was just about to climax and then he stopped. “No!” I cried, don’t stop.
He laughed, “I told you princess, delayed gratification, we have all night.”
“That pisses me off Dylan. Don’t play games, I don’t like it.”
“Feisty little thing aren’t you Brooke. That’s what I love about you, just think how good it’s gonna feel when my cock is up inside you, rubbing that sweet little spot of yours. Now reach in the bag and hand me something else; no peeking.”
I reached in grabbing something small and handed it to him.
“Ah, good girl. What’s your safe word Brooke?”
I sat up looking at him, not able to see what was in his hand. “Why?” I asked.
“Do you trust me Brooke?” he asked pulling something out of his jacket pocket.
“You know I do Dylan, but…”
“Your safe word Brooke,” he said sternly.
I let out a frustrated breath. “Fixer.”
“Good. Use it if you need it. It’s going to be intense, more intense than the last time; it’s always going to be this way princess, you will need to get use to it.”
I lay back down and again the vibration started, immediately causing my walls to clamp down and squeeze the object that was inside of me. I was moaning feeling my orgasm build, when I felt the silky liquid being applied to the darkest depths of my body. I was afraid, I thought it would hurt but I trusted Dylan enough to take me places I’d never explored. I was just about to voice my concerns when his tongue circled my clit, driving me over the edge. My body was all sensation, begging to be consumed by him and then the little intruder was inserted and the buzzing started again. My body shook, I didn’t’ want him to stop; it all felt so good being consumed by the man I loved. My head thrashed from side to side as each wave of orgasm came crashing through me over and over again.
“Dylan,” I screamed as he continued to watch me in the throes of passion.
“What do you need princess?” he asked. “You,” I moaned. “I need you.”
“Not yet baby. Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now; lying on the bed, coming, screaming my name? It’s so fucking hot Brooke. I’m so hard for you right now it hurts.”
“Dylan, please,” I begged again.
He removed the larger vibrator from inside of me but left the smaller one in. He took his time removing his clothes, teasing me, making me wait in anticipation. I rubbed my fingers down his hard chiseled chest, memorizing the feel of each hard slab of muscle. “Princess, let me finish undressing; your touch, god I want you so much.”
“Delayed gratification cowboy, remember?”
His laugh was raspy, his eyes dark and hooded, “that’s only applies to you Brooke, that doesn’t apply to me.”
“You’re such an ass Dylan,” I giggled as I watched him remove his pants. My eyes grew big as I licked my lips when he sprang free. I wanted him in my mouth; tasting him, feeling him rub against my tongue, taking over my senses.
“See something you like princess?” he asked.
“Mmm…hmm. I likey a lot! Now get over here stud”, I said pulling him toward me taking him in my hand.
“Brooke,” he hissed.
“Lay back cowboy, I have something really good in store for you. Do you think you can handle it? You might need a safe word, it could get really intense.”
He looked at me through serious, blue eyes, “Brooke, it’s always intense with you but I am not giving you a safe word.”
“Damn it Dylan, you never play fair,” I replied sticking my bottom lip out and pouting.
“Enough talk princess, come here,” he said pulling me on top of him. I leaned in feathering soft kisses on his lips as I slowly sank on to him, feeling each delicious inch of him stretching me. I moved slowly, meeting each of his thrusts from beneath me, our rhythms in sync as our bodies became one. I threw my head back as he caressed my body with his strong hands, holding on to me as I unraveled before him. He watched every move I made, his eyes staring into my soul, waiting for the perfect moment and as I began to climax he flipped the switch on the little vib
rating egg that still rested deep inside the darkest place of my body causing me to spiral out of control. I screamed, my body jerked; I was dancing on his cock needing to take him deeper. His breaths were coming faster, his thrusts harder as he released giving me everything he had. The egg switched off and stopped vibrating as I collapsed on his chest, my body all sensation.
“I love you,” I said running my fingers through his soft hair, kissing his forehead.
“I love you too, baby. Thank you for saying yes.”
I sat up, cocking my head, flashing a confused look. “Did you think I wouldn’t Dylan?”
“I wasn’t sure. I know you love me but we haven’t dated very long and I know how you feel about that. I just couldn’t wait any longer Brooke. I knew you were the one the moment I laid eyes on you. I knew you were the other half of my soul the minute I walked into that conference room. I had never felt so drawn to another person as I did to you. I knew I had to know you, have you; be with you forever.”
“Dylan,” I sighed. “You’re always so confident and in control. It breaks my heart knowing that you doubted my love for you. I knew you were the one too. From the moment I first saw you, it was you that I wanted. Even when I was in a relationship with Stefan, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I tried to push you out of my mind, my heart but I couldn’t. It was always you, then we made love for the first time and I knew I couldn’t live without you.”
“Princess, you have no idea how happy that makes me to hear you say that. I love you, so much,” he said placing my hand over his heart and his over mine. Facing him on my side, I leaned and kissed him deeply. This is where I belonged, Dylan was my home.
***
We spent the rest of the evening sipping champagne off one another, feeding each other strawberries and making love. My life with Dylan got better and better. I was grateful when we showered and the plug was removed from my ass; Dylan had been insistent that I leave it in until we were done. I agreed with hesitation but I trusted him and knew that he was thoroughly enjoying himself setting me ablaze.
Morning came too soon as we were expected in the dining room for Sunday brunch. Dylan had promised to give me a tour of the mansion before we met with his family. Each room was decorated magnificently, telling a story about a time in history. He explained the story behind the décor of every room, the art that hung on the walls and the time period in which the furniture supported. I also learned that the room we had spent the night in was the same room that he stayed in as a child when he parents hosted charity events at the home. Dylan had many happy childhood memories here and I could see why it was his choice of venues to be married.
The tour ended in the dining room. The mahogany table was long and could easily sit thirty. Deep royal blue drapes covered the windows as white, golden etched crown molding offset the darkness in the room. White table linens supported fine china and the shiniest silverware I had ever seen. Everything about the room exuded style and grace. We were just about to sit and wait for the others when the door bell rang. I immediately got up to answer the door, when Dylan grabbed my hand and pulled me into a tight embrace.
“Princess, we have people that do that for us.”
I laughed, “I’m going to have to get use to this Dylan.”
“I know Brooke, you will. Before you know it, you’ll be oblivious to stuff like door bells ringing, cooking meals, doing laundry and cleaning the house.”
“Damn it Dylan, I like doing some of those things. Except the laundry, someone else can do that,” I said laughing.
The butler entered the room announcing that our guests had arrived. I looked at Dylan, “what guests?” I mouthed to him. Turning to face the grand entrance into the dining room, I saw my mom, uncle, Tristan and Stephanie.
“I thought you’d want them here princess, to tell them the good news.”
“Thank you,” I said facing him and planting a loud puckered kiss on his lips. He laughed as I walked over to my mom and gave her hug.
“Mom, I’m so glad you could make it.”
“Well sweetheart, when Dylan called and invited us here for brunch and to meet his family, I couldn’t say no. It’s quite a place they have here.”
“It is. And mom, it’s so beautiful. Dylan gave me a tour this morning. He spent a lot of time here as a child, this house is very special to him.”
“He’s a wonderful young man Brooke. I can see that he makes you very happy and that makes me happy. Do you love him?”
“Yes, more than you will ever know.”
“Your uncle told me a little secret.”
“What’s that mom?”
“He said that Dylan called and asked if he could have your hand in marriage.”
“Did he now? I’ll tell you a secret mom, he asked me to marry him last night and I said yes.”
“That is wonderful Brooke! I am so happy for you. You deserve nothing but the best and I have no doubts that Dylan will provide that for you.”
I hugged my mother once more, placing a kiss on her cheek. We walked over to Dylan who was chatting with Tristan, Stephanie and my uncle. He placed his arm around my waist and held me close.
“Hey Steph,” I said. “How are you feeling?”
“Better. Much better. Tristan is a good distraction to have around,” she said giggling.
“Oh… I bet he is.”
Tristan looked at me and rolled his eyes. “Don’t read too much into Brooke. We’re just friends,” he said.
“What? I didn’t say anything T. I was just agreeing with my sister,” I smirked.
I was just about to open my mouth and make a smartass comment when Dylan’s family entered the room. Wade and Rebecca entered first and then Luke, Shayla and their two daughters, Ema and Ally. Luke resembled Rebecca but had the same stunning eyes as Wade and Dylan. Damn! I thought. Everyone in this family is gorgeous. Dylan introduced my family to his and then me to Luke and Shayla.
“It’s very nice to meet you both. I’ve heard so much about you and your beautiful family. Dylan absolutely adores your little ones.”
“We’ve heard a lot about you as well Brooke. The pleasure is all ours. I can’t believe my little brother finally found someone worthy of bringing home to mom.”
I leaned into Dylan and whispered in his ear, “geez, didn’t you ever bring anyone home to meet your mom and dad?”
“Twice,” he said.
“Oh?” I questioned raising my eye brows. “Who is the other girl that you speak of that I’ve never heard about?” Dylan’s face turned serious, sadness reaching his eyes. “I will explain another time, but right now let’s just enjoy ourselves, okay?”
“Um…okay?” I said feeling hurt and confused.
“Don’t over think it Brooke. It isn’t what you think. You’re the only one that matters, the only one I want or need. Get that through your head and don’t doubt me.” He kissed my cheek and I pasted on a fake smile. Great, one more thing he’s hiding from me.
I was pulled from my funk as Ema and Ally came running up to me and Dylan.
“Uncle Dylan, is this your girlfriend?” Ally asked tugging on his pant leg.
Dylan leaned down picking her up making her squeal as he tickled her. “Yes Ally, Brooke is my girlfriend, isn’t she pretty?” Ally nodded her head yes, “uh huh.” I smiled, “how old are you Ally,” I asked. “I’m free! See…one, two, free…,” she answered holding up five fingers. “You’re such a big girl,” I said stroking her long, blonde hair.
Dylan was kissing Ally’s face making her giggle even harder when Ema blurted out, “Are you and Uncle Dylan gonna have a baby?” I nearly choked as Dylan laughed hard.
“Well sweetie, not today but maybe someday,” I answered.
“Oh, because my mommy told my daddy that the only reason Uncle Dylan would be getting married to anyone is because he’s gonna have a baby.” Dylan glared at Shayla. “No Ema. Brooke is not pregnant; I am going to marry her because I love her.”
“Good, because
I think she’s pretty and she’s nice. Will you play with me Brooke?”
“Sure sweetie. How about after we eat?”
“Okay. But can we play tea party?”
“Yes, but as long as it’s okay with your mommy and daddy, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Girls,” Dylan interrupted, can I have just minute alone with Brooke please?”
“Sure Uncle Dyl, Dyl,” they said nodding, running toward their mother.
He turned me, pulling me into him, his lips brushing against my ear, “you’re so beautiful princess.”
“So are you Dyl, Dyl,” I said and we both laughed.
Excuse me everyone, I don’t mean to interrupt but brunch is served. We all took our places at the table as Dylan’s father made a toast and announced our engagement.
CHAPTER 10
Dylan and I returned home the evening after we’d had brunch with our families. It was a lovely day and I had fun playing “tea time” with Ema in the garden. She was such a bright, funny little girl; I found that I needed to watch my mouth around her. She picked up and repeated everything she heard. I also had the opportunity to sit and chat with Shayla, who actually turned out to be pretty nice. I didn’t want to start out in a new family with any enemies, especially when I had one too many in my own.
Rebecca, my mother and I discussed plans for our wedding. I told them that Dylan wanted to get married at the mansion since it was a place that he was fond of while growing up. I laughed listening to the two women discuss and plan what sort of wedding Dylan and I were going to have. I honestly didn’t care how big the shindig would be, I just wanted to marry the man I loved as soon as possible. If Dylan had it his way, we would already be married but our parents insisted that we be married in front of family and god. I didn’t entirely disagree, but I wanted some control over what my wedding would be like. After all, I had been planning it since I was about the age of five.
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