Chapter Eight
February 19th
Willow
The sound of the truck door opening causes me to jump, just before Gunnar’s big hand wraps around mine. “Be careful climbing down.”
“I don’t understand why I need to be blindfolded,” I mumble as he helps me down and leads me to his house.
“Just a minute, then you will be able to see everything,” Gunnar says as he leads me up the steps of his porch.
Deciding to be feisty, I smile and lean my shoulder into him. “We should keep this blindfold for later. I’m sure we can come up with something to use it for.”
“Oh, I’ve got plans. Don’t you worry,” he tells me, placing a kiss on top of my head. “First, I want you to see the house.”
For the past two months, he and one brother or the other have spent every day working on his house. Sometimes, he worked late into the night. There were even a few times we didn’t get to see each other for days at a time because he was too busy. Finally, it is done.
I have begged to come see it, but until now, the yard is as far as I’ve come. Gunnar refused to let me come inside until it was completely finished. Even when I pleaded to be able to help, he said no. He let me pick out colors, flooring, and such. He even showed me the blueprint, letting me see the size and location for each room. Still, he wouldn’t let me step inside. He said it had to be perfect for me before I could see it.
He leads me another few feet before I hear him opening the door. Then, he ushers me inside, making sure I don’t trip. Finally, he pulls the blindfold from my eyes. I blink at the sudden brightness, then let out a gasp at the beauty surrounding me. It’s gorgeous. Just like he wanted, it’s absolutely perfect. From the polished hardwood, to the deep green walls, it is everything I could ever want in a home.
“I love it,” I say, walking through the entry way to the living room that is painted terracotta with an accent wall of light blue.
Unlike the monstrosity Tucker and Hadley call a house, this home is on the small side. Not really, compared to most, but it is much smaller than their six-bedroom ranch house. This has more of a cabin feel, even if it does have four bedrooms and a den.
Gunnar grabs my hand and leads me through the room. “You have to see the kitchen. My mom helped pick where everything went. She says every woman deserves a nice kitchen, and she claims this is more than nice.”
I finally met Tucker’s mom a few weeks ago. The connection was instantaneous. We became fast friends, spending nearly every minute of her visit together. If she helped with the kitchen, I’m sure I will love it.
Stepping inside the kitchen, I let out another gasp. It’s nothing like I expected, not a damn thing. It’s rustic and beautiful. The walls are covered with a bright white bead board. Only the backsplash has any color, made up of bright yellow subway tiles. Butcherblock counter tops sit above dark cherry cabinets. Again, it is absolutely perfect.
“Your mom was right,” I say, turning around to smile at him. “This is a hell of a lot more than just nice.”
“Good,” he mumbles, grabbing my hand and pulling me behind him.
When we step into the den, my smile grows even more. There is no doubt in my mind, this is his domain. Where the rest of the rooms have been empty, this room is filled with furniture. There is even a pool table in the back and a desk over to the side.
Looking around the finished room, I realize he may have furnished it, but he didn’t put any effort into decorating it at all. “I can’t wait to start work. That fireplace needs a picture hanging above it.”
“You planning on decorating my house for me?” Gunnar asks, tossing an arm over the top of my shoulders.
I look up into his smiling eyes and grin. “I plan on decorating our house for us.”
The humor disappears from his face as he stares down at me. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
For weeks, he has been asking me to move in with him as soon as the house was finished. Each time, I’ve said no, never telling him why. I was waiting for him to ask me to marry him. It’s old-fashioned, maybe even a little crazy, but I want to be his wife, not just his live-in girlfriend. Well, I’m tired of waiting. Now that the house is ready, it’s time for me to take the situation into my own hands.
Drawing in a deep breath for courage, I shrug. “That depends on what the answer to my question will be.”
“On what?” he asks, reaching up to cup my face. “You know I will do anything you want, as long as you move in.”
Closing my eyes, I force myself not to back down and just give in. “Well, what I want is for you to ask me to marry you. Since that’s not going to happen, I’ll have to be the one doing the asking.”
His body goes still, absolutely still, forcing me to open my eyes and peek at him. His face is tense as stone, making him look like a statue. He stays like that for a few seconds before finally tossing back his head and laughing.
For a second or two, I’m too shocked to do anything but stare at him. Quickly, my shock is replaced with anger. I take a step back, causing his arm to fall away. I push my shoulders back and place my hands on my hips, glaring in his direction.
“What the hell is so funny?” I ask, my voice echoing throughout the house.
He finally quiets down and reaches into his pocket. “Nothing’s funny, darlin’. You just proved that we are perfect for each other.”
Pulling out a small black box, he goes down on one knee and flips it open. My eyes lock on to the beautiful solitaire ring, sitting on bright blue velvet. It’s not huge like Hadley’s or intricately designed like Tanya’s, but it is absolutely perfect for me.
“Oh, my God,” I whisper, feeling tears fill my eyes. “It’s beautiful.”
“It should be,” he replies, a cocky smile on his face. “It’s going on a beautiful hand; it had to be beautiful, too.”
A second later, he slides it on my hand, not even waiting for me to say yes. He quickly stands up and picks me up, tossing me over his shoulder. He rushes up the stairs, heading straight to the bedroom. Once inside, he tosses me on the bed and smiles down at me.
“I say it’s time we celebrate,” he states, pulling his t-shirt over his head. “What do you think, Mrs. Brady?”
“I’m not Mrs. Brady just yet.” Kicking off my shoes, I pull my shirt over my head and start to push my jeans down my legs as he takes off his own shirt.
His boots come off next. His pants are off in a flash, giving me a view of his sexy body. Then, he is crawling in the bed, stopping only to push off his boxers and socks. My bra and panties are gone by the time he settles himself between my legs.
His lips come to mine as his hands work their magic on my body. Not willing to waste any time, he only spends a second on my breasts before sliding a hand between my legs. A moan works its way from deep inside me as pleasure causes my body to shake. Gunnar’s fingers are sliding in and out, bringing me closer and closer to release. When his thumb runs gently over my clit, I know I’m about to explode.
“No, not like that,” I groan out, reaching down and grabbing his hand. “I want to come on your cock.”
Smiling, he removes his hand and grabs a condom from the dresser. Rolling it on quickly, he positions himself and slides deep inside me. The feel of him brings forth another moan, causing me to lift my hips to bring him even deeper.
“Yes,” I gasp, moving my hips in rhythm with his thrusts.
He groans and pulls out slowly, leaving only the tip of his cock inside of me. He thrusts forward, filling me again. Over and over, he drags out my pleasure, causing me to beg him for the release I need.
“Faster,” I command, dragging his lips to mine. “Please, I need it faster.”
“No,” he grunts, sliding out to the tip again. “I want this to last. I want you under me, all night long.”
I dig my nails into his back and bite down on his bottom lip. Wrapping my legs around his ass, I force him to stay deep. As I hoped, he takes it as a challenge. Forcing me to release my hold, he starts gliding in and out of me at a quick rhythm. His cock feels delicious, bringing me pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Every time, every single time, it just gets better.
“You know I love you. I love you more than I ever thought was possible,” he says as he brings his lips to mine in a passionate kiss.
Pulling my lips from his, I look into his beautiful blue eyes and whisper, “I know you do. It’s a good thing, since I love you more than anything in this world.”
He pulls back enough to smile at me then drags his cock to the tip and surges back in deep. A rush of heat tumbles over my body, letting me know my orgasm is coming. I close my eyes, focusing on the way my body feels. It keeps building and building, the small ball of excitement in my lower stomach growing to encompass my whole body. Finally, it explodes as wave after wave of pleasure works its way through my body.
Thrashing with pleasure, I moan out my release as my pussy convulses around his cock. “So good.”
“That’s it, darlin’. Milk my cock,” he groans, his voice filled with pleasure.
Picking up speed, he slams in and out. Every movement causes an aftershock from my orgasm, pulling a gasp from deep in my throat. He goes deep once again, grinding himself against my core. Finally, he growls out his release and buries his head against my neck.
“We’re getting married tomorrow,” he mumbles against my skin before rolling off of me and pulling me into his arms.
I should have known this was coming. When Gunnar decides on something, he wants it right then. There is no going against him, no matter how much someone fights about it. Well, this time, he is just going to have to learn the art of compromise.
A laugh bubbles past my lips as I shake my head. “No, we’re not.”
The argument starts off playfully but quickly gains momentum. In the end, we both won. We’ll be married this weekend, and then we will spend the rest of our lives together in the house the man I loved built.