Eight hours have passed since I effectively kidnapped Dimitri Sokolov’s fiancée.
Fuck that for a joke. She’s no one’s, but mine…
Sunlight woke me thirty minutes ago from the best sleep I have had since the day before we left for Las Vegas, over a month ago. Silently removing my body from being entwined against Isla’s, I go to the bathroom and take a casual shirt and jeans from the cupboard, prolonging my journey to find my phone. There will be so much I have to deal with once I find it. Strolling to the lounge area, I find my car keys before walking out to the car, in the crisp late winter air, to retrieve my phone. Turning it on will be the end of my peace and quiet. And I will be traceable to my family instantly.
Pressing the on button, the phone beeps to alert me of the messages I received last night. After a few minutes it finally goes quiet. Stepping back inside the house, there is still peace. Scrolling though the many text messages, I’m not surprised that the most are from my manager trying to locate me, to organize a time to speak to the police, to assure me the resort is fine, and he has it under control plus twenty others uttering much of the same nonsense. Liam, Jared, and Seth have all left me a message, asking for an update and informing me they still have Adeline and Ben tucked away safely in the resort.
My eyes scan through more messages, random clients, businessmen, and journalists trying to get the story about the gunman and the information surrounding him.
One brief message catches my attention…
I will kill you if you have her.
Bring it on bastard…
You won’t know what has hit you until it’s too late…
Dimitri having my number could be a problem. Tracing him to us. About to power the phone back down, another ping sounds quietly. A calendar reminder for today-Isla’s 25th birthday.
The screen goes black after I read it.
I’d forgotten all about it this morning with the events of last night. Realizing it was her birthday only after I spoke to her mother last night. I don’t think Isla actually ever mentioned the date of her birth being August 19.
What the hell can I do to make this whole disaster blend into the background for a day?
My hand opens the door again and I walk to my mother’s beloved garden. Some roses are in full bloom and I notice a variety of other colorful flowers grace the grounds, providing a stunning arrangement in the garden. Searching, I find mother’s sécateurs in their pouch next to her gardening gloves in the garden box. Cutting as many roses and flowers as I can, without leaving the garden bare, I rush inside tying them together with some kitchen string I find in the drawer.
Should I make her breakfast in bed to go with the flowers? I guess it’s better than nothing since today my resources are limited. It’s not as though I can run out and get her a present while trying to protect her from any person who thinks they have the right to take what’s mine… But I can still organize a trip to one of the finest antique exhibitions in London for when this craziness ends. A holiday for us both to forget about Sokolov.
Firing up the hot plates, I find fresh bacon and eggs in the fridge. My cooking skills are basic at best, but this I can handle. There’s some fresh fruit I can cut up and fresh orange juice to drink. A huge thank you goes to the housekeeper that keeps this house organized and stocked for any of us who arrive unannounced. Heating the bacon and eggs, I wonder how she likes her eggs cooked. She’ll just have to have runny, since that’s how I like them. While they are spitting and splattering on the heat, I rummage through the draws, cupboards, and pantry. “Aha… Found one.” I knew there had to be a candle around here somewhere. The family has spent many celebrations here.
Removing the hot food from the pan, I place it in the oven then cut up the fruit. Rearranging it on a plate, it looks good, I poke the candle into the strawberry on top. I think I missed my calling in life… This food looks great, if I do say so myself…
Noises from the other room bring me back to reality. Isla must be awake. Holding the flowers in my hand, I walk to the room we made love in last night. Sex still filters through the air when I enter the doorway. Isla’s bare ass is sticking out of the cupboard. Fuck, that’s a sight I want to see every morning… Her arms are moving things around. Cursing from her is soft, but there.
Without disturbing her, I place the flowers on the bed and move behind her, placing my hands around her middle, fondling her tits, then gently over her skin, I whisper, “Happy birthday, Sweetness.”
Her slender back straightens, her neck bends back, and I can’t resist planting a kiss on her cheek.
“Thank you.” Her hand reaches behind my head, pulling me back to her. She turns around so her beauty is touching my front. My hands dig into her ass, keeping her close, grinding my stiff cock into her soft skin.
“What are you searching for?” I lift my eyes to the cupboard and back to her.
“I’ve got no clothes, but that one dress from last night.” Her sensual smile is telling me she doesn’t really care now.
“That’s too bad.” Actually… No, it’s definitely not… My smile and bright eyes don’t match my wording at all.
Shoving my shoulder, she laughs. “I need something to put on. I can’t walk around here naked for however long I’m here for.” A hint of worry flashes over her face.
“I don’t know why not. It’s only me and you here. Sounds like a perfect idea to me.” Holding her in place, I wonder if that is something she would like to do under normal circumstances.
“Yeah, but you have clothes on.”
“Is that all that’s bothering you, I can fix that now.” Moving back, pulling at my shirt, I lift it off in a single movement. My jeans are next. Undoing my button and zipper I start to lower them.
“Oh my… Are you really going to walk around here naked with me?”
“If you need me to, Sweetness, I will do anything you want today. It’s your birthday. And I aim to please you any way I can.” Pulling my pants off, I stand naked before her. I step toward the bed and pick up the bunch of flowers I made for her.
“Happy birthday, Sweetness.” Handing her the makeshift bouquet, I lean in and kiss her tender lips. “I must confess I have an ulterior motive for getting you naked.”
“Thank you for the beautiful flowers.” My nose smells the bunch. They are divine. “Really? And what may that be?” Her playful banter makes me smile. It makes my day knowing I can do that for her.
“How about I show you?” I take her hand and walk her to the bed, placing the flowers on the floor.
“Sit. I’ll be back in a moment.” A set of drawers is near the doorway. I’m sure I’ll find what I need in there. Relocating items such as socks, boxers, briefs, some shirts, I finally find what I need. Something long that I can blindfold her with. It’s her birthday after all, she deserves surprises… Her legs shuffle on the floor back and forth, and she looks inquisitive when I look to her over my shoulder. Her lungs expand in a calm way, making me catch my breath just looking at their succulence. Pulling one of my mother’s or Sarah’s scarves out of the drawer, I let it float behind me. Isla’s breathing stumbles.
“I thought I’d give you your other birthday present now… I can’t wait any longer.” A cheeky smile is plastered on my face. “But I have to blindfold you before I can give it to you.” Concern is evident in eyes. “It’s something I know you’ll love, Isla.” Holding her chin up, I lean down and kiss the tip of her nose to ease her worried face.
“I feel silly for saying this because I know you never would, but you won’t hurt me, will you?”
Continuing to hold her chin so her violet eyes stay on mine, “You’ve trusted me with everything else. Don’t doubt me now, Sweetness.”
Placing her finger near her mouth that is smirking as though she is in deep thought, she catches me off guard. “Actually, there is something I need to hear from your own mouth, before I trust you completely. Who was that bimbo all over you the other night?” My hands rest on her shoulders, the scarf dropping over her creamy skin.
“I thought we had gone through that all ready.”
Resting her arms on hips, she’s fast with her reply. “No. A quick statement from Kameron and you doesn’t cut it. Why were her hands over my man?”
Grinning like I have won the million-dollar lottery, I have something better. Isla just called me, her man.
“Your man wouldn’t dare let any woman touch him. Dede caught me off guard and slithered her way up near us at the club when Seth and Kameron had taken me to talk to them about you. Unfortunately, some asshole decided to capture the moment that lasted a millisecond before Kameron launched herself at her. It was quite the show.” Trying for humor, because that’s what it was, Isla’s in deep thought. Her mouth is closed tightly, but her eyes display mischief.
“She can punch like a prized fighter. I’m grateful she kicked that piece’s ass and rid you of her claws.”
“Kameron did that and more. Seth I think fell in love with her in that moment. He loves a good cat fight. And she likes his particular preferences. I think he’ll be holding on to her tight.” Both of us laughing, I re-ask the question, “Can I blindfold you, Birthday Girl? And no, I won’t hurt any part of your pretty body, even if you asked me too.”
Isla stops laughing abruptly and smiles. “I do trust you, with everything. Put it on.”
Wrapping it securely around her head, I tie a knot at the back, hoping that I don’t catch any of her hair in it.
“It that secure? Can you see my fingers?” Holding up 3 fingers in front of her, there’s no way she can see anything, but I had better check.
“No, just blackness here.” Crossing her arms across her body, I lift each hand, placing a kiss on each of them.
“Don’t move, Sweetness. I just have to get ready. I’ll be a minute.” She thinks she knows what she’s getting, but I’m going to have a bit of fun first.
Pulling drawers open and cupboard doors open and closed, I rattle through them, making as much noise as I can to distract her.
“Nearly done.” I move a few things on the dresser before stealthily walking to the kitchen. The quietness will heighten her senses.
Returning back to the room, Isla has laid back on the bed, knees up on the edge of the bed, exposing her pretty pussy for my return. Fuck, she doesn’t play nicely… My tongue itches to go straight to her gem and lick her until she comes all over my face, making for a fantastic birthday present I guess, but I have other plans…
“Alex. I’m waiting for you.”
Holy hell, I can see that. Heat consumes my entire body in that second.
She debilitates me.
I’m paralyzed when it comes to her.
“My vixen’s back to play, is she?”
My cock is begging me to delve between her folds. But I should feed her first…
Fuck, who am I not to give her what she wants on her birthday.
Placing the tray on the drawers, I hurtle to the ground on my knees. Placing my hands on both knees, holding them in place, opening her wider, Isla’s breathing changes.
Swirling my tongue over her juices, I nip at her swollen nub. Raising her hips to meet my face, she grinds against my mouth, up and down, around and then up again. My tongue enters her special place, my stubble rubbing against her silken folds.
“Best birthday…ee…ver…” Isla’s groans spur me on, full steam ahead. My chest rumbles. Her hands wrap around my head, pulling me closer so I can execute a precise assault on her clit
My rock-solid length is hitting the end of the bed, sending shockwaves through it. I’m like a damn teenager, ready to explode before my woman does. Lifting my eyes, I watch her bouncing boobs. It’s something I will never get tired of looking at. I continue lapping her sweet juices, giving her all my expertise. Fingers grip my hair, pulling it as loud moans erupt, her hips buck up, hitting me firm in the face as I bite her pearl, driving her to hopefully one of the best orgasms of her life. “Alex…”screams from her mouth. I could listen to her all day. Her cum coats my lips, her knees try to close around my head, but I won’t let them. I want to continue my licking, prolonging the intensity. Isla whimpers, mewls, and rides out her bliss. I’ve missed this and her.
Oh… Fuck… Fuck… I’m like a fucking newbie…
Blown my load all down the side of the bed.
I lean back, releasing my hold on her knees. “Fuck…” My body jerks forward a few more times.
“What’s wrong… Are you alright?” She snickers. Isla knows what’s happened, I’m sure.
“Don’t you move anywhere. I’m fine. Fuck me… The power you have over my body is incredible.”
I reach for the casual shirt I had on and wipe myself quickly. Isla’s subtle body lays back on the bed. Not once has she tried to remove the scarf.
“Can you slide your ass up the bed and sit up.”
Isla’s hands are over her heart. She looks so peaceful. This is how she needs to be from now on. “Yes… I suppose… Just for you.” Shuffling back, her delectable body sits up. Her ass slides against the back wall where the bed meets it. There’s no stress on her face at all. My Sweetness is a vision sitting there, blindfolded and naked.
“I’ve got something for you.” Retrieving the tray from the top of the drawers, I walk back to the bed and sit down next to her. What shall I choose for her first?
“Hurry up already. Have you got some toys we’re going to spend all day using?” Holy hell she is a seductress. I should have thought about that!
“Patience, Sweetness.” Using my fingers, I lift a piece of bacon up and lift it to her mouth.
“Open wide. It’s big.” Chuckling, she tries to stop herself.
“Okay, okay… I’m ready.” Chomping her teeth together, scaring the life out of me if it was my cock going anywhere near her, she makes me laugh.
“Stop chattering your teeth, you’re making me nervous.”
“Stop being a baby…” Teeth and my cock, two things I don’t need in the same sentence.
“I’m ready… And willing.” Opening her mouth wide, I put the piece of bacon on her tongue, watching her face when she realizes it’s food she’s getting, not my cock. I hope Isla’s not disappointed. I’m sure I can arrange it for later if the birthday girl wishes it.
“Oh, that’s good. Did you cook for me?”
“I would do anything for you. Don’t be surprised, I cook for myself you know.”
“It’s so tasty. More please. I’ve worked up quite the appetite.”
The food I cooked for Isla disappears within minutes. She really is hungry. Last in front of me is the fruit stack with the strawberry and candle on top. Still in our naked glory, I reach for the match and light the candle. The glow bounces off our skin.
Grasping the scarf, I remove it. Isla takes a second for her eyes to adjust.
“Happy 25th birthday, Sweetness.” Watching her watch the candle then me, then back to the candle is something special. I sing happy birthday faintly, but with passion, never taking my eyes from hers. “Blow out your candle and make a wish. Anything will come true, I will make sure of it.” Tentatively, Isla hesitates, smiles, and blows out her candle, looking into my eyes the entire time.
“Thank you, Alex…” Leaning over the plate, her mouth plants itself on my lips.
“What did you wish for?”
Lifting the candle attached to the strawberry, she plunges her lips over it, pulling the ripe strawberry off the candle with ease. Fuck, Isla makes that strawberry look so hot…”Don’t you know it won’t come true if I tell anyone?”
“I want to make every wish you think of come true. That is now my job description. Not CEO of The Raven Resort but CEO of Isla Winters, Managing Director of Her Needs.” I pop another strawberry into her gorgeous mouth.
“I… lli…ke the sound of th…at.” Chewing her strawberry, naked, in a bed next to a naked me. What more could she wish for?