Drunk in Love

by Anthology

  “The suspense is killing you, isn’t it?” Blake teased with a shit eating grin as my fists landed on my hips and I started to tap my foot. “Okay, okay,” he laughed. “You’re mom apparently liked really hot showers and he didn’t know that at the time. So, after he got in he turned them around so he was under the spray and let out a blood curdling scream as the water scalded his backside. Your mom had to go get ice for his sensitive skin. It killed the mood pretty quickly.”

  My face was definitely more of a cherry red color at this point. To be honest, it probably matched the color of my dad’s ass at that moment. “And he had to tell you that story today because?!”

  “He didn’t want me to make the same mistake and suggested that I ask you how you like your water temperature before our wedding night,” he whispered in a low voice. “He seemed very concerned, but I told him not to worry.”

  “Please tell me you didn’t tell him that you already knew how I liked my water temp,” I pleaded with my big brown eyes.

  “I didn’t,” Blake confirmed. “However, once we’re married I might bring this conversation up again. I’ll already be part of the family and there’s nothing he can do at that point.”

  He smiled triumphantly as I shook my head in disapproval. “Men,” I shrugged. “I will never attempt to understand you and your way of thinking.”

  We finished thanking our guests for coming to celebrate with us and closed the door after they all left. Except for one; she always had her own set of rules.

  “All the food’s been put away and I wiped off the counters so you wouldn’t risk injury while christening the kitchen.” Bobbie Jo smiled and wiggled her eyebrows.

  “You’re a little late for that,” Blake responded as he pulled me close. “I think it’s time for you to be on your way out the door. You already cock blocked me earlier in my study and unless you want a front row seat to consummating our engagement, you might want to leave . . . soon.”

  Bobbie Jo reached grabbed her keys and starting walking toward the front door. “Is that even a thing? Consummating an engagement?”

  “I don’t know, but I think I’m about to find out,” I beamed thinking about what was in store for me when I returned to the kitchen after saying goodbye.

  “Lucky bitch.” She bumped my hip gently before pulling me in for a hug. “I expect the details tomorrow,” she whispered before hollering her goodbye to Blake who didn’t follow me to see our final guest out. There was no response from Blake and I shrugged my shoulders. “Guess he must’ve gone out back to get things cleaned up on the deck.”

  Bobbie Jo blew a kiss before tossing out her signature farewell to me. “Later, Sizzle Tits!”

  And with that, the house was finally empty. Passing through the kitchen I was amazed at how clean it looked; you’d never guess we had a party with close to forty guests today. A party I knew nothing about when I woke this morning to participate in my first Race for the Cure as a survivor. Yep, breast cancer touched my boobs and I didn’t waste any time kicking its ass or taking my life back after the complete shit show it had become over the last year.

  I spotted Blake sitting on one of the cushioned chaise lounges on the deck with a beer in his hand. Stella Artois with three olives, his drink of choice.

  He heard the click of one of the French doors opening and turned with a sexy smile. “Are we finally alone?” he asked. His deep brown eyes, light stubble on his tanned face and full lips were all mine and I couldn’t believe I was going to be his wife. Damn, I’m one lucky lady.

  “We are and I’m wiped,” I confessed as he pulled me down to sit between his legs with my back pressed to him. “I don’t even know where to start with today. It definitely exceeded all expectations considering I assumed I would be a blubbering mess at the race today.”

  Blake’s lips pressed to the top of my head before he replied. “I knew today was going to be hard and I want you to see the good things that have come from this journey. You’ve been through complete and utter hell these last several months and never once did you give up or complain. That’s not your style.”

  He set his glass down and turned me around to face him, placing my legs over his as I felt the heat of his words on my face. “I don’t give up either, as you know, and I’m not about to let another day go by without the guarantee that you’ll fall asleep and wake up in my arms every damn day for the rest of our lives. That’s not my style.”

  Warm lips crashed against mine and my hands immediately went to his thick dark hair, pulling him closer. Tilting my hips up, I was suddenly straddling him as he laid back against the chaise. The feeling of him thickening underneath me caused my hips to rock without thought, as his hands slid under my shirt and slowly up my sides. Our bodies were made for each other. Even though mine showed scars, he had kissed them away and made me feel more beautiful than ever.

  Blake’s body shifted and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he stood. “What I’m about to do to you isn’t approved for the public,” he whispered against my lips as he carried me into the house and set me on the cold granite island. The heat of my body against the granite heightened my senses and Blake slowly laid me back. “I’m still hungry.”

  His hands reached for the waist of my pants and began to shimmy them down.

  The sound of someone clearing their throat startled us both and I sat up immediately. My heart was racing at the thought of an intruder.

  “I was joking when I suggested you christen the kitchen, but be my guest. I’ve always wanted to see Dr. McHottie in action,” Bobbie Jo whistled and cocked an eyebrow.

  “What the hell and why are you back?” I gave her the death stare as Blake grumbled, standing between my legs because he wasn’t about to allow Bobbie Jo to see the current state of his crotch. She’d never let that go unnoticed.

  “Grabbed my keys, forgot my purse. No purse, no license. And I’m not in the mood to get cuffed today.” She paused, “Well, not by an on-duty police officer that is.”

  “If you don’t get your ass moving I’m going to call the police for breaking and entering,” Blake joked. Well, half-heartedly joked.

  “Found it,” Bobbie Jo announced as she slid it onto her shoulder with a satisfied smile. “I really need to stop leaving my purse behind, it’s becoming a bad habit. Guess I’ll be on my way.”

  “Don’t forget your keys,” Blake and I both yelled. She had set them down on the counter when she went to look for her purse.

  She turned with a wink and picked them up, “Thanks! Feel free to get back to whatever it was that you were doing. Blake looks hungry and I think Victoria is the flavor he’s craving.”

  Blake reached for a kitchen towel, wadded it up and tossed it at her. “Lock the door when you leave and don’t let it hit you in the ass on your way out . . . again,” he challenged.

  “It’ll be the only action my ass will be getting tonight, Liam had to grab a last minute flight to Florida for a family emergency,” she frowned in the doorway.

  “Sorry to hear that,” I sighed. “I’ll call you tomorrow, now get the hell out before Blake realizes the butcher block is within reach and he starts throwing knives at you.”

  She heeded my final warning and quickly left. Once the door clicked shut, Blake scooped me up and verified the door was locked on our way up to the bedroom.

  2

  CHAPTER TWO

  Tossing me onto the bed, Blake gave me a quick kiss. “Stay right there, I’ll be a minute,” he said with a sexy smirk as he slipped into the bathroom. His bathroom was incredible, every woman’s dream to be quite honest. I should know, I’m an interior designer and the first time I saw it, I never wanted to leave.

  Upon entering, there was a double-size Jacuzzi tub set into the floor on the left and directly across on the right was a frosted glass wall, but behind that was quite possibly the largest shower I’d ever seen. A large tile bench ran the length of the back wall, and there were at least a dozen shower heads coming out from the wall in additi
on to the rainfall one above. I swear you could fit a party of ten in there.

  Straight ahead, past the shower and tub, was a circular cushioned ottoman. Beyond that were two sinks and a seated vanity along the curved wall. A large chandelier hung above, and there were several high windows that gave the room natural lighting.

  I was lost in my thoughts when I heard his voice.

  “You. Out of your clothes. Stat,” he ordered in his confident doctor voice as he stood with nothing but a plush cream towel wrapped around his waist. The outline of what belonged to me under that towel certainly made me jump into action and strip out of my clothes as fast as humanly possible.

  He wrapped me in a matching towel after giving my body a full once over . . . twice. I used to shy away and cover myself, but he gave me confidence in my new body. “Damn, Victoria, you’re breathtaking,” he breathed before taking my hand in his and leading us into the bathroom.

  The ottoman had been moved and a massage table was set up in its place. I noticed the tub was filling and the soft sound of Ed Sheeran singing repeatedly about being “so in love”. The sconces over the vanity were dimly lit, and several candles flickered, bathing the room in a soft light.

  Blake turned around and pulled me close, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. “We’ve got a bit of time before the tub will be ready and I can see how tense your body is.” He nodded toward the massage table, “Let me help you relax.”

  I followed his orders and dropped my towel to my feet before climbing face down on the heated massage table. The velvety cover was soft against my skin as I laid on my stomach. “Let me know if this is uncomfortable on your chest, I have a bolster I can use,” Blake offered with sincerity.

  “No worries,” I responded with a sigh. “This is perfect.”

  The smell of coconut filled the air as he gently began to apply light pressure to my shoulders and pushed down my body toward the base of my back. He repeated the motion a few times before focusing on my upper back and neck, where I held most of my tension. I let out a heavy sigh and it felt like I sunk into the table.

  Blake’s hands were a gift from God. His hands helped to put my body back together after cancer took my breasts and now he was loving me with those hands. Damn. I was one hell of a lucky woman.

  “Time to roll over,” Blake murmured. I opened my eyes as I started to flip over and noticed he had lost his towel. Biting my lip, I looked up to see his heated eyes watching me look at him. I began to reach my hand toward him, but he stopped me. “Not yet,” he cautioned with a knowing look.

  “You’re no fun,” I objected like a toddler. He kissed my pouty lips while his strong, but gentle, hands continued to rub my shoulders and down into my pectoral muscles. They were still tight after all of the surgeries, but I was getting used to feeling of my new silicone girls underneath the muscle. He knew the right places to massage and made sure to kiss along each of the scars when he was done. It had become “his thing” every time we were intimate.

  “Sit up slowly. I don’t want you to get lightheaded,” he advised as he stepped away to turn off the water to the tub and turn on the bubbling jets. The man’s ass was a masterpiece and I couldn’t take my eyes off his every movement. I sucked in a deep breath as he reached his arms above his head to stretch and every muscle in his body moved. His body rivaled David by Michelangelo. No joke.

  I slid off the table and carefully walked toward the tub. Blake had already stepped into it and offered his hand to help me climb in. He pulled me into his arms and held me tight for a few minutes, allowing my legs to acclimate to the water temperature. “Following your dad’s orders,” he kidded with a quiet voice.

  “Thank you,” I whispered against his lips before closing the distance between our mouths. Our kiss wasn’t as intense as earlier, but it was deep and full of passion.

  Breaking the kiss, Blake held my hand as he led me to where he wanted me to sit down. I had a flashback to our time together in the hot tub at his cabin this past winter. My cheeks heated at the memory of him placing me directly over a jet so it would hit my clit just right, sending me over the edge of an orgasm of epic proportions.

  “You’re thinking about the cabin, aren’t you?” he smiled a knowing smile. “I can tell by your rosy cheeks, but don’t worry, this tub doesn’t have jets coming up from the bottom. Your orgasms will all be coming from me tonight.”

  My legs grew weak just as he guided us to the bench in the corner and pulled me close, keeping me wrapped tightly in his arms.

  The warmth of the water following the massage completely relaxed me and the emotions from the day had finally caught up to me. A few tears stung my eyes as the last several months ran through my head as well as the events that led me here. To this moment with him; a man I wasn’t prepared for. He came into my life as my plastic surgeon because of breast cancer and had seen me at my absolute worst. Yet here he was, right by my side in a capacity I never imagined. Someone pinch me.

  When he dropped to his knee at the finish line of the Race for the Cure this morning, my life came into focus again. The chaos of the last year faded away when I saw our friends and family holding signs that spelled out “Will You Marry Me?” and Blake placed a past, present and future diamond ring on my finger. He scooped me up in his arms and carried me across the finish line claiming it was practice for carrying me across the threshold. It was perfection.

  I shifted my position in the tub and straddled Blake’s lap finding a concerned look on his face. “Are you okay?” he questioned, seeing the wetness in my eyes.

  “Life couldn’t be more perfect than at this moment,” I confessed wiping a tear from my cheek. “I love you Blake Forrester. I truly, madly, deeply love you with every ounce of my being.”

  Our lips crashed together instantly as we both battled to control the kiss. His tongue danced with mine briefly before it took charge and owned the kiss. My hands moved from his shoulders and lazily drew circles across his chest and down to his abdomen. I glided my fingers along the cut of his abs as I moved lower to his length that was at full attention between my legs.

  He intercepted my hands before they reached their intended destination and pulled them behind my back. I could’ve fought against him, but what was the point? We were both going to be winners at the end of this little game.

  Adjusting his hold on my hands, he now held both of them securely in his left hand and cupped my cheek with his right. Breaking our kiss, I looked up into his heated eyes as he rubbed his thumb over my swollen lips. My tongue peeked out to lick it and I watched as he dropped his eyes to watch my tongue continue to tease him. I licked around the tip and sucked it into my mouth after giving it a little nibble.

  When his eyes met mine again, he shifted me on his lap and I could feel the tip of his erection teasing my entrance. I tried to push down so he’d fill me, but he moved.

  “Not ready,” he grunted as he removed his thumb from my mouth and slid it down my throat and between my breasts. A chill ran through me. His hand continued to move down my body until he stopped just above where I so desperately needed him.

  I squirmed trying to get him to make contact with my clit that urgently needed attention. My body was screaming for it at this point after all the teasing that had taken place over the last hour.

  He released my hands and lifted me up higher on my knees before pulling me down on top of him in one fluid motion. We both gasped in pleasure and froze, not wanting to have this feeling disappear sooner than it should.

  “Fuck, you feel good,” Blake groaned as he lifted me slowly almost to the tip. “I don’t ever want this feeling to end.”

  I pushed back down, feeling him hit deep inside of me. “You’re not alone,” I moaned as his finger found my clit and applied the right amount of pressure to send me close to release, but not enough to make it happen. I began to rock my hips against him and the sensation was what I was craving.

  He pulled out and stood behind me. I gave him a questioning look as he posit
ioned me just right on the bench. The tub didn’t have jets coming up, but they did have jets coming from the sides and he placed me perfectly in front of one as it hit my clit and sent me over the edge of an orgasm. I held on to the edge of the tub as Blake steadied me from behind.

  “I thought you were the only one giving me orgasms tonight,” I muttered, not fully recovered from my release.

  Blake leaned forward and kissed along my neck before answering, “I wasn’t ready to let this moment end just yet, but didn’t want to deny you the orgasm that was threatening.” He pulled me up and out of the tub, wrapping a towel around me.

  After drying both of us off he took my hand as I followed him into our bedroom. Our. Bedroom. He pulled back the covers and lifted me onto the edge of the bed before kissing me deeply again. He laid me back on the cool sheets and gently kissed a trail down my body to my toes. “I love every inch of you,” he smiled while climbing onto the bed, moving us up toward the headboard and laying my head on a pillow. “I want to make love to you, Victoria.”

  He placed a tender kiss on my lips as he nudged my legs open. The weight of his body pushed down on me as he nestled between my legs and sprinkled kisses along my neck and shoulder. “I love you,” he said as he pushed inside of me slowly, allowing my body to feel every inch at a time.

  Once he was fully seated inside of me, I looked up into his eyes. “I love you more,” I smiled.

  “Impossible,” he smiled back as he pulled back and set a slow and deliberate pace that didn’t last long.

  He climbed back into bed after cleaning himself up and I moved over to lay my head on his chest. His fingers softly tickled my back. “So, back to our conversation earlier in the study . . . do you want to get married on the beach in Grand Cayman?” he asked. “It is probably my favorite place on earth, other than lying in bed with you at this moment.”

  I looked up into his eyes full of happiness. “I’d marry you anywhere, Blake.”