by Jodi Kae
“Come on, Beautiful Girl. I’m going to show you the best part of the house.”
My face heats up as he takes my hand and pulls me from our sleeping son. He leads me down the hall toward the living room but stops right in front of the double doors we passed when we entered the hallway.
“Again, if you don’t like this room, we can change it, but I had it decorated with everything that reminds me of you.”
As he pushes open the door, he picks me up and carries me into his room then places me on the bed. The room is sexy, masculine, feminine, and welcoming. The duvet is nude in color with red and amber pillows that are piled by the headboard. There is a red rug at the foot of the bed and little splashes of red all over the room. The king size bed is platform style with a headboard that has large squares of padded leather that extend from the mattress almost to the ceiling. This room invites sex and sensuality and represents everything a master bedroom should be. A retreat.
Everything in the room is eye candy but what grabs my attention is the pencil sketch of myself that sits in a frame on the dresser. The likeness is so realistic that I can only stare in shock.
“I didn’t want to forget, so I drew you with every detail I remembered. I know it seems a little stalker-ish, but something about you drew me in and I was determined to find you again someday.”
“Oh, Alexander, I need you, like right now. I need you like I need air to breath.”
~Savage~
God, I love this woman. I prowl to the bed causing her to move to the center. It doesn’t take much to divest her of all of her clothing and I am pleased to see that the duvet cover matches the color of her skin. This room was decorated with only her in mind. A stark reminder of all I had lost and now I have found. This woman is my happy ending.
“Oh, Alexander! I love you!”
She holds me captive and if she is not pregnant by now, she will be soon.
Chapter Eighteen
Begin:
*Perform or undergo the first part of an action or activity. *come into being or have its starting point at a certain time or place. *hold a specific role before holding another.
~Olivia~
The thought of starting over has always been overwhelming to me, but I find myself looking forward to new beginnings. I will miss George and Liz, and I will always consider them my family, but Alexander has promised to take me there often. Derek even offered to fly them here on his private plane. Apparently, I was on Derek’s plane when they took me from Alabama, although I don’t remember any of it.
“Hey, Beautiful Girl. Can I get you anything else to eat or drink?”
“No, thank you. I am stuffed. Jax made enough food for a family of twenty, but I can’t eat another bite.”
“Well, Alex is done eating and is helping Ren and Tori go through baby magazines to pick out toys for their babies. Do you want to join them? Maybe find some things in there that Alex would like?”
He winks at me and I know there is a double meaning in there somewhere. He wants a baby too, a playmate for his boy, and has hinted several times that we should practice often. I don’t know why or how I got so lucky that day on Miami Beach when John walked away, but it paved the way for me to meet Alexander. That is the best life changing experience I could have asked for.
~Savage~
“Jax, the food, and company were awesome, but we have to get Alex to bed.”
He gives a look like, right, at 7:00 p.m.? Luckily, Tori responds first.
“Thank you for coming. Playing with Alex is giving Ren and me insight into how it’s going to be with babies around.
“Ren are you still okay to watch him tomorrow while we shop for Alex and Livvy?”
“Of course. We are going to Skype with Marge. She misses the little guy. Also, she has sent all of your things by UPS and they should arrive tomorrow. She said the freight company has already picked up Livvy’s car.”
We all wave goodbye and Alex blows kisses as we drive away. We drive home singing ‘The Wheels on the Bus” with Alex so by the time we pull in he is yawning and rubbing his eyes. He sleeps for almost twelve hours a night and still takes naps during the day. Livvy says he does this right before a growth spurt, but I hope he doesn’t grow up too fast. I feel like this is a fresh start for Livvy, Alex, and I, and I want to savor every moment.
Alex falls asleep in my arms as I walk to the front door and Livvy races ahead to open it so I can take Alex straight to bed. Once he is tucked in, we just stand at the side of his bed holding hands, staring at this amazing baby of ours. “Beautiful Girl,” I whisper. “I want to talk to you about our living arrangements.” She nods and looks away as if dreading this talk, so I take her hand and lead her to our bedroom. “I know you asked Serenity about a place at The Safe House, but I want you and Alex here with me. I have already missed out on two and a half years of your lives, I don’t want to miss out on anymore. If it would make you more comfortable, I will make up a guest room, but I would rather have you with me, in our room, in our bed.”
Her brows draw together and I have a feeling she is about to argue that things are moving too fast. I place my finger to her lips to halt anything she is about to say. “Before you say anything, let me say one more thing. I love you. I have loved you since Miami Beach Boardwalk. I know things happened very fast for us, but my only regret is losing you for the last two and a half years. You are it for me. You already said you would marry me, so there is no reason for us to delay the inevitable. Please stay here with me in our home. Be my family.
~Olivia~
I honestly don’t know how this man is still single, but I thank God every day for the miracle of finding him twice. After his heartfelt plea, I throw my arms around him and we proceed to christen our room.
We settle into a comfortable routine of making love when Alex takes a nap and also when he goes to bed at night. The only people I know that have sex this much are George and Liz. Liz thought that if she told me of their sexcapades, that I would want to go out and explore. Even her explicit details didn’t compare to that first night I spent with Alexander, so I just continued my searching and praying that I would find him someday.
A few days ago, we went shopping for supplies to redecorate Alex’s room. We let him pick the colors, and he chose blue. He also saw wall clings of elephants, giraffes, and hippos, screaming “Pease, pease, pease.” Alexander bought everything he squealed for with a big smile on his face. The room looks huge now that we took out the queen sized bed and replaced it with a small toddler bed. We kept the same dresser but added a toy box and a bookcase filled with Dr. Seuss books.
Today we are working on potty training, and it is not going well for me. When Alexander is home, Alex will potty in the toilet because that is what his daddy does but for me he refuses, crying, “ony daddy.” At this rate, I will never get him potty trained because his daddy has gone back to work at the FBI part time and is gone for at least half of the day.
At five o’clock, Alex calls to tell me we are going to dinner and Ren has agreed to babysit at our house so she can put Alex to bed.
“Wear the peach dress you picked out last week.”
His tone of voice has my body thrumming and my panties wet. I feel as though not a day has gone by since Miami; I hardly remember the two and a half years in between. When he arrives home, I have just finished my shower and I’m standing in the master bathroom in a peach lace thong and a matching push-up bra. When he walks into the room and sees me, he just stops and stares.
“Where’s Alex?”
His low growl warms my body and I can barely squeak out the words. “He is taking late nap and will probably be up late tonight for Ren, but I was going to wake him up now.” As he stalks closer to the bathroom, he removes his tie and stretches it between his hands. I have no idea what to expect, but I trust him completely and know he would never do anything to hurt me.
“We are going to let him sleep a little longer, Beautiful girl.”
I gasp as he gr
abs me by the shoulders and turns me away from him, then slides his hot hands down my arms to my wrists. As he breathes on my neck and runs his tongue from my collarbone to my ear, chills break out all over my body. He wraps his arms around me, grabs my wrists bringing them up to hover in front of my chest then binds them together with his tie. He turns us both so I am facing the door and then raises my bound wrists to the hook on the back of the door.
“Where is the baby monitor?”
I am panting and my heart is going a hundred miles an hour, so I have no idea how I even answered him. “C...c....counter.” I feel his body shift as he looks to the bathroom counter and chuckles.
“Good girl.”
Once my hands are hanging from the hook and his are free, they are everywhere but not concentrating on any particular spot for long enough. I am at his mercy, just how he likes it. “I am pretty sure that this is my new addiction− Savage.” The name fits when we’re making love and I have gotten used to thinking of him that way. He is rough and raw but gentle and caring too.
“I am going to try something new and if you are uncomfortable at any point, I want you to tell me. Okay?”
I nod my head rapidly just hoping he will hurry before I explode. A small footstool is placed next to my feet, then he instructs me to step up. Once in place he hooks his thumbs into my panties and slides them down to my ankles but tells me to leave them there.
“Damn, Beautiful Girl. You are so responsive that it drives me crazy. I need to take you every way a man can claim a woman but tonight I am just getting you ready.”
“Please, please, please,” I beg
“Are you ready, Beautiful?”
I am always ready for him, but now this is one more thing I look will forward to, along with many others. I don’t worry about being quiet with sound proof walls and everything.
I don’t know how long, but much later, he backs me up and opens the door a little to squeeze through but leaves me hanging from the hook. Holy Shit! What is he going to do now? He isn’t gone long and comes back with another pair of panties and my peach dress. Kneeling at my feet, he taps my legs to step out of my panties and slides the new ones up into place. If he doesn’t stop touching me, these will be wet too. He has me step into my dress and shimmies it up my body. Only then does he unhook me from the door. As he unties my wrists, he massages from my fingers to my shoulders and helps me slide my arms into the sleeves. This is the sexiest thing I have ever experienced. Well, next to all the other sexy things he does to me.
“I’m going to wake up our boy, and you need to get ready. We have a reservation at seven.”
How he goes from passionate lover to nurturing family man is a mystery to me, because it takes me a lot more time to get my bearings after he makes love to me.
Chapter Nineteen
Reconnect:
* re-establish a bond of communication or emotion. *connect back together.
~Savage~
I never thought I would be this nervous around Livvy. She is everything I have dreamed of for two and a half years and the prospect of making that dream a reality has me tied in knots. We have fallen into a routine that works for our family and I couldn’t be happier with the outcome.
The restaurant I have taken her to is one of the best in Boston. It is located on the top floor of a high rise and every single wall is a window. You can see the entire city of Boston with 360° views. The kitchen and bar are located on the next floor down so as not to block any of the window space, but every time the small elevator opens, the smell of perfectly seared steak tempts my senses. Livvy has been craning her head all around to take in the sights, but it seems as if she is avoiding looking at me. I have been here before, so it is nothing new and the best view of all is sitting right in front of me. I am not the only one appreciating her beauty because as we walked in, every male head and a few women followed us with their eyes to our table.
“Hey Beautiful, what do you see?” The game we play that started as therapy has turned into something erotic and sensual. She closes her eyes and breathes in deep. I slide a little closer, so she only has to whisper because I don’t want to share this with anyone. Our table is the best seat in the house and is located in a little alcove to offer more privacy. I have placed my jacket on the back of her chair to block the reflection of her back from the window. “Before you answer, I need you to lift up and pull your dress out from underneath your bottom.” She obeys slowly but never opens her eyes. Once she is settled but squirming a little, I ask again. “What do you see, my Beautiful Girl?”
“I see succulent food as the aroma permeates the air. I see the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. Your smell alone is burned into my memory.”
I place my hand on the inside of her thigh and slowly draws circles on her leg. She gasps but still doesn’t open her eyes, proving her trust in me that I would never expose or embarrass her in front of others. She is only mine to treasure.
“I see the wine glasses and silverware clink together and soft murmurs of acoustics that sound like a sensual dance. I hear couples meeting for the precursor to an intimate evening. Most of all, I hear the exhale and inhale of my one true love and can’t wait to finish this date at home.”
With my other hand, I pick up a strawberry, dip it into the champagne and press it to her lips. She opens her mouth and proceeds to suck the juices from the fruit before it runs down her chin, then sucks the cut strawberry into her mouth and moans at the same time. Before I can pull my hand away, she grabs my wrist to hold me there while she sucks my fingers too. I hear a groan that does not come from our table and glance to my left to see a man in his forties staring at Livvy. I snap my fingers in warning and he quickly looks away. Hopefully, his wife will be so pissed she won’t give him any tonight. Damn voyeur.
“I see the decadence that my lover chooses to share with me but drown in the essence of that man. You are all sustenance that I’ll need.”
She barely whispers the last part, but I hear every word and my hand automatically begins to move higher. I am so turned on I don’t even know if I can pull off the last part, but I am determined to get the result I want. I pull the ring out of my pocket and press her hand flat to the table. I slide the ring onto her ring finger and whisper, “Marry me, Livvy.” She cries out,
“Yes, yes, oh God, Alexander, yes.”
Tears are streaming down her face and the fact that she still has not opened her eyes is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. She wants to finish our game and I couldn’t love this woman more.
“I see on my finger the circle of forever that wraps around my heart and squeezes until it bursts with love. I feel every touch, kiss and caress on my skin and know that I will always know the way you feel. My skin hums when you are around and has since the moment I laid eyes on you. I see you, I love you, and yes I will marry you.”
“You already said yes while moaning my name and I couldn’t have timed it more perfectly.” I slowly drag my fingers down her thigh halting any retort she might have thrown my way. She slowly opens her eyes and the amber color is so vivid, I want to drown in their depths.
“It definitely is a proposal I will never forget.”
She smiles as bright as the sun and the room lights up. The waiter chooses that moment to come over, ending our privacy and nods his head in my direction. When I made the reservation, I requested a half an hour with no interruptions and to have champagne and strawberries already on the table. He will receive a hefty tip.
~Olivia~
I have no idea what I ever did in my life to deserve this man, but if having a shitty childhood and parents who didn’t really care for you is what I had to endure, it was worth it.
I was apprehensive at first when he wanted to play our game in the restaurant but quickly realized that he would do nothing to hurt or embarrass me. I am very glad he had me move my dress, or I would be walking out of here with my arousal apparent on the back of my skirt. I can’t think to eat so he is feeding me bites to ma
ke sure I get enough. He keeps watching my eyes, probably noticing that they are dilated and glazed over from arousal. “I need you to feed me something else,” I whisper. He snaps his fingers at the waiter and asks for the check. Thank God, I am about to get relief. I hope Ren doesn’t want to stay long when we get home because I’m about to turn into a pile of goo.
To my surprise, we don’t go home, but to a hotel downtown. “What is going on Alexander?” He doesn’t answer but just pulls me past the receptionist desk and into the elevator. We ride quietly up to the fifth floor; then he pulls me to a double door. He fumbles with the key as if he is nervous and it reminds me of the first time we were together. As the door swings open I gasp in shock. This is not the room we shared in Miami, but it is pretty damn close, right down to the heart-shaped tub in the corner. The view from the windows is not the same, but the view of the man is and I am warmed by the idea that he is trying to recreate our first night together.
“I want a do-over. But this time, neither one of us is leaving this room until I have fed you breakfast in bed. Ren and Derek are spending the night with Alex and I plan on spending every moment we have alone tonight showing you how good our lives will be.”
I say nothing as I walk towards the bed, peeling off my dress as I go. When it drops to the floor, I slowly turn and remove my bra and panties. He moves forward as I sit and we reenact our first night together in perfect memory.
I wake and stretch to find myself alone, but I know it won’t be for long. I jump up and rush through the shower, brush my teeth and clean my body thoroughly. I climb back in bed to wait for my fiancé.
“Honey, I’m home.”
He shouts as he walks through the door and smiles my way. His eyes are bright and his dimples stand out when he smiles so big. Our son is the spitting image of his father and I look forward to creating more little clones with this man.
“I hope you are hungry, Beautiful.”
“I am, just not for food. I want you like I’ve never had anyone before. You have teased me and I am still burning up for you.” He drops the food sacks and rushes to the bed, throwing off his clothes as he comes toward me. My desperation matches his and I’m burning up. After kissing me for several minutes he whispers,