When I open my eyes all I see is her beautiful face. Angelic. Dark hair fans across the pillows and her full lips part as she breathes quietly. “Are you being a creeper?” Steel blue eyes open and peer at me.
“You’re beautiful when you’re asleep. I can’t help but be creepy and watch you.” I reach for her, pulling her into my arms. Her smooth skin is warm to the touch and her breasts are squashed against my bare chest.
“I guess since it’s you, I’ll be able to handle it,” she quips in response and I roll us over, my body caging her in and I settle between her slender thighs. Our bodies align perfectly and my erection nudges her glistening pussy. The heat and slickness that meets the crown of my cock has me groaning with need and desire. Even though we spent most of last night making love, into the early hours of the morning, I want her again.
“Oh really?” I reach down and tickle her sides, which in turn has her giggling uncontrollably. She tries and fails to swat me away, I’m too strong for her and I’ve got her pinned to the bed.
“Please, please, stop. Okay, okay! I’m joking. Ryan!” Her giggles are like fuel to my blood, heating it with want. My body aches to be inside her. To feel her tight heat around me. Her wide eyes peer up at me and she murmurs. “Make love to me?”
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to ask me twice,” I growl. She’s already drenched and I roll my hips, not sliding into her, just teasing her with the steel that is my cock. She’s got me so hard, ready to make her scream my name over and over again.
I reach between us, stroking her pussy, then aligning my cock perfectly, I inch in slowly. Her body accepts me, like she’s been made just for me. “You feel incredible, Kiki. You fit me like a glove.” Her legs wrap around me and we move together in a beautifully erotic dance. Our hearts beat in time with the other. A rhythmic, calming melody that has my senses heightened, every nerve in my body is alight, sparking through me like a current of electricity.
This is our song. Between the want I have for her, and the fear she holds in her heart, I know we’ll make this work. I’ve given up denying myself this woman. I’ll have her, and it won’t be for one night, or two, it will be forever. Until my dying breath. She just needs to let go, to finally relent and allow me to show her I’m man enough for her.
And with that thought running through my mind, we make love again. Uniting not only our bodies, but our hearts and souls. We’re one. Always will be.
* * *
After breakfast, we both took a long, hot shower and Ki told me her doctor’s appointment was at midday. Once we got dressed, I grabbed my keys, phone, and wallet and we made our way out to the reception to collect her car keys.
The road to her parent’s house is quiet and my mind is whirling with thoughts of what her father’s going to say. I wanted to ask for his blessing, but I didn’t realize how nervous I’d be. I’ve never had a close relationship with my parents, but I know Kierra loves her father and his opinion counts. I’ve never been one to change who I am for others, if you don’t like me, that’s up to you, so this is out of my league completely.
I know if I had a daughter and a man like me walked up to the door asking for her hand in marriage, I’d lose my mind. I’d probably lock her up in a room and never allow her out. All I can do is hope he sees how much I love her. How much she means to me and that I’d never hurt her.
When we pull up to the house, I turn to her. She’s tense and I wonder if it’s because I’m with her, or because she knows what I’m about to do. “You’re quiet,” I comment, watching her reaction.
“I’m nervous, to be honest. My father liked you when you first met him, that won’t change now that we’re officially together. It’s just… well, today is going to be emotional in more ways than one and I really want him to see how I feel about you,” her confession has my heart soaring. Hope blooms in my chest because she feels the same.
“I know, Ki, but even if he tests me, I’m not giving up. I love you. Do you understand that? I’m never walking away. If it takes me another ten years to prove to him how deep my feelings are, I’ll do it gladly. If it will mean a forever with you, I’ll move mountains, baby,” leaning in, I plant a chaste kiss on her lips and sit back. The soft rosy hue on her cheeks makes me grin like a fool.
“I love you too, Ryan.” She says so quietly, but I hear it. I’ve always heard her. Even when she wasn’t saying anything at all.
“Let’s go,” I push the door open and exit the car. Rounding it, I open her door and offer my hand, as soon as hers slips into mine, I feel the confidence I need to get through this.
Before we reach the house, the door opens and I’m face to face with Mr. Thorne, Ki’s father, and the man I need to convince to allow me to marry his daughter.
“Nice to see you again, Ryan,” he rumbles in a deep baritone.
“Thank you, Sir. It’s good to see you too. You’re looking well,” I reach out with a proffered hand and he accepts, allowing me to breathe.
“Come in, I’ve just made brunch,” he turns and leaves us staring at each other. Giggling, Ki steps inside first and I follow, closing the door behind me. Their home is beautiful, filled with comfortable furniture with a lived-in feel. It’s not a house, it’s a home.
The living room opens onto a large dining table which overlooks a garden and swimming pool. There’s a spread of food set out and even though we’d eaten a mere hour ago, I feel another bout of hunger kick in. It might just be nerves, but I settle in one of the chairs, with Kierra between her father and myself.
“So, Ryan,” he starts and I drag my gaze to meet his. “You’ve come all this way to see my daughter? That’s quite a trip.” He doesn’t sound angry, but there’s definitely a wariness that filters through his words and hangs in the air.
“Yes, I…” Sighing, I take a sip of juice and regard him again. Better get this over with. “You see, Mr. Thorne, Kierra is special to me. I mean, I’ve known her for ten years. We’ve worked together, travelled the world together, and I’ve loved her for all that time. When I first saw her, my world stopped, it was as if she’d been put before me and I couldn’t see anything else, or anyone else for that matter. I love her. I really do. And that’s why I’ve come all this way,” casting a quick glance at Ki, she offers a smile and I find the words, “I’d like your permission, your approval, your blessing to take her as my wife. I’d like to marry her, give her the support she needs in a partner, and I swear I’d never hurt her. I’ll always be there for her, no matter what happens.”
He’s silent for a long while, too long and my nerves get the better of me. He glances around, looks at his daughter and meets her gaze. Something passes between them, like an unsaid understanding and he pushes his chair out, rising to full height.
If I wasn’t trying to swallow past the fear and anxiety lumped in my throat, I’d say more, but I can’t. My voice has found a hiding place and I can’t find it.
“Dad,” Ki starts, but he glances at her, silencing her immediately. Then his gaze locks on me and Kierra’s hand finds mine under the table.
“Ryan, thank you for coming here and being honest with me. For telling me about your feelings for my daughter, and also for caring for her when she’s in L.A. Nothing would make me happier than her finding real love and a man who can offer her that. There’s only one thing I need to know before I give you my blessing, and I will, but,” he stops, so does my heart. He reaches for a magazine behind him and places it in front of both Kierra and me. When my gaze hits the headline, my heart lurches. My world crashes around me, dragging me down, deep into the darkness that I thought I’d escaped. The one thing from my past that I regret stares at me. Being a rock star has its perks, but it’s also a curse. One that can ruin your life, your love, and your future.
“Ryan?” Kierra’s voice breaks through the haze of fury and anger.
“Care to explain this accusation?” Her father’s voice finally pulls my head up and I regard him. Honesty is the best policy, so I inhale a deep resounding breath and I know there’s no other way out, but to give him the whole story.