Chapter 24
He’s asleep when I wake up and still has me secured by his side. I often wonder how one person can stay in the same spot all night. I know, I don’t. I woke to his face this morning, meaning I turned around instead of having my back to him. I lift his arm gently and manage to get out of bed without waking him. I go to the bathroom, then move to the kitchen to make some breakfast. When I step into the living room, a scream rips from my mouth as balloons attack my face. I calm myself down enough to actually look around. The floor is covered in flowers, the coffee table is covered in chocolates, all sorts of chocolates, even strawberries covered in chocolate. I hear running and turn to see Zeke standing in the doorway naked with a gun raised in preparation.
“Ummm,” is all I manage to say? He turns to me and sees the questionable look on my face. He looks around one more time before he lowers his gun and I take my time assessing his body. It never gets old, the look of him. Even the scars that maim his body make him that much more attractive. He notices me staring and smirks.
“You like?” he asks gesturing to the room. I have to remove my eyes from his now growing cock to understand he means the room instead of him. I nod my head and my eyes wander around at all the different kinds of flowers that are everywhere. And I mean everywhere; on the floor, the couch, the television. Pink, yellow, white, red; all the colors you could think of. And then there are balloons that are pinned to the roof, not to mention the chocolate. I turn back to him and he’s watching me, waiting for my reaction.
“You did all this?” I ask. He nods his head and I have to ask, “Why?”
“For your birthday,” he simply says.
“Today isn’t my birthday,” I say stating the obvious.
“I know this, it was yesterday.”
“And you only just remembered?”
“Well, I may have had help,” he says, looking down at his hand. When I look, his knuckles are red.
“Who did you hit?” I ask, wanting to know.
“Apart from the wall,” he says to which I nod. “Jagger,” he states shrugging like it’s nothing.
“Why…why would you do that?”
“His lips were on you and they’re mine, not his.”
“Have you gone full blown caveman?” I ask raising my eyebrows. His lip twitches and I can tell he wants to smile or laugh.
“I’ll always be a caveman on your ass, Pixie,” he says stepping closer.
“Pixie?” I ask him.
“Yes, my little blonde pixie. Who is mine! And the next man that touches you will get a bullet instead of my fist.” I go step toward him when the front door is slammed open and a very pissed off Aria walks in straight to Zeke and clobbers him in the nose. Zeke takes a step back from the force of her punch and stands there.
“Aria, do you know what happened to the last person who touched me like that?” Zeke asks in anger. Aria shrugs her shoulders like she doesn’t give a fuck.
“I get home this morning to find my brother in a pool of blood with his nose broken. And when I asked who did this, he smiled and responded that it was you. So, of course, I had to return the favor,” she says calmly rubbing her hand. I stand there shocked watching the whole thing play out, mainly because he’s naked, and it seems Aria’s just noticed as well ‘cause she looks down and smiles wider.
“If your brother learned to keep his lips off my girl, he wouldn’t be harmed,” he tells her, to which she looks to me then back at his cock. I can’t help the laugh that forms from her boldness. “Aria, if you’ve finished staring, I would love for you to get the fuck out of my house.” Her head cocks up and she laughs at him. She turns to me still laughing. “Any good?” she asks pointing to his cock. Zeke grabs her arm and takes her to the front door, pushing her through then slamming it in her face. He mutters something on his walk back to me shaking his head.
“I swear, that girl has more than a few screws lose.” I can’t help the laugh that bursts from me this time. He doesn’t even care that she saw him naked. Fuck! He hasn’t even cared enough to get dressed. “I like you in my clothes, it makes me all caveman and shit,” he says stepping closer, then closer, until he reaches me.
“Well, I’m pretty sure a caveman wouldn’t be buying me roses,” I say gesturing to the beautiful display that is the living room. He nods his head and smiles. “True.”
He reaches for the table and hands me something in a box, I open it to find a small diamond ring, it’s laced with diamonds all around the band. I know it’s not an engagement ring. I breathe out a sigh and then slide it on my hand.
“I love it,” I tell him. He looks happy, his face has lost the stone cold look he usually carries.
“How did you come up with all this at such late notice?” I ask, looking at him then back to the flower display.
“Google,” he tells me.
“You Googled what to buy a girlfriend, didn’t you?” I hold my lips tight knowing I’m seconds away from bursting into laughter. His facial expressions confirm it.
“How the fuck else was I meant to know?” he asks rubbing his jaw, which has grown a slight stubble.
“You know, most only get a bunch of flowers and chocolates, not the whole store,” I tell him. He looks surprised at first.
“Why would they buy just one? What’s the point in that shit?” he looks clearly confused.
“Do you honestly believe you needed to buy the whole store?” I say to him reaching down and picking up the stunning yellow tulips.
“Yes,” he says like I should know this.
“It’s very thoughtful and beautiful,” I tell him, his smile grows wide.
“Does that mean I get extra brownie points for buying the entire store? Like…maybe, sex in bed all day?” he asks picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder while walking me back to the bedroom.
“Well, there you go, I thought you’d lost your caveman instincts for a second, but lo and behold, here we are again.” I laugh and reach for his ass. It’s gorgeous, and watching it move as he walks I want to grab it.
“Stop looking at my ass, Pixie,” he says just as we reach the room.
“I wasn’t,” I lie.
“Liar,” he says throwing me on the bed. He then is undressing me and taking me nine ways to Sunday. How could I not love this man?