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“Fuck I love you, Sadie. So much baby,” he returns, filling me with the most amazing bliss yet.
It lingered as he held me in the tub, cleaning us, before dirtying me up again with his cum. A full smile stayed on my lips as he cooked us steaks for dinner, the smell enough to make my stomach growl, and I didn’t argue in the least when he settled me on his lap and fed me himself after I only ate half of everything. I honestly didn’t think that could eat more than that, but I ended up eating the entire steak, bowl of salad, and all but a few bites of the baked potato he smothered with butter and sour cream and cheese and bacon and chives.
It slipped a bit when his phone rang, worry that something was wrong suddenly hit hard, but he shook his head giving me a soft kiss and showed me the text from Gage.
Your girl won’t have any problems with that ass again. Fuckers tried to shoot at me, but he was a handy shield. Got my girl and coming home. I owe you one. G.
“He’s dead,” I gasp looking up into Kellan’s eyes and he nods. I can’t stop the tears of relief that flood me and wrap my arms around Kellan, holding tight.
“I told you that you’d be safe with me, baby. He got what he deserved, and you’ll never have to worry about him or anyone else coming after you again,” Kellan promises, scooping me up in his arms and taking me back upstairs to bed.
I wish my mom were still here to know this man, but I might not have ever met him then, and as much as I loved my mom…I can’t imagine living a life without Kellan now. Losing her sent me to him, and I’ll always be grateful for that.
Chapter 10
Kellan
It’s been the most incredible week of my life, but now I know I have to share my girl. It’s not that I don’t want her to meet my mother, I simply would rather have her all to myself and be buried inside her still.
The only reason I’m doing this now is so she stops worrying about what my family will think of her. I don’t want Sadie thinking I’m hiding her because there’s even a bit of me that doesn’t think she’s worth sharing with the others in my life. That’s the last thing I’m doing. I’ve simply been selfish keeping her as mine and just mine this whole time.
So instead of spending this weekend completely at home, I’m bringing my girl down to the resort to meet my mother. I called her yesterday morning to ensure she’d be here, telling her I’d met someone and would be bringing her by to meet her. Mom was thrilled at the idea, begging me to come right them, but I wanted the extra time with my girl before my family invades.
Sadie’s eyes widen as we pull up in front of the resort’s main building, her eye nearly healed, and disguised with some makeup that doesn’t have her looking overdone. Not that I’d ever tell her she can’t wear whatever makeup she wants, but I love her without any at all, letting me see her natural beauty, as well as seeing her true glow. It’s back. As is the smile that she wore in that picture I saw, and it makes my heart swell with joy and pride that I’ve brought it back to her—for her.
She’s also put on some weight in just the week she’s been with me. It’s subtle. If I hadn’t seen her entire body I wouldn’t have a clue she had, but there’s the tiniest softness starting to appear in her belly. I’m sure we’ll know it’ll be growing a lot more in the next few weeks since my girl told me she was a few days shy of being midway between cycles when I found her.
I’ve already ordered a slew of pregnancy tests for her to start taking, as well as ordering her enough clothes in varying sizes to fill up her closet. The only thing I’ve kept from her was the engagement ring I ordered. I had it delivered here to the resort to be kept in the safe until I could get it, but I intend to have it on her finger by the end of the day, and her married to me as soon as possible after that.
If that includes a trip to Vegas tonight or tomorrow, then I’m all for that since there’s a three day waiting period here. The office won’t be open until Monday to even apply for a license, which puts us at next weekend before anyone can likely do the ceremony, and to me, that’s a week too long now that I’ve found Sadie.
“This place is even more amazing than the photos,” she says softly, her eyes coming back to me, and I drop a kiss onto her lips after I pull into my reserved spot. I come around to get her door, helping her out of the SUV while taking in her sweet beauty. She looks amazing in the cashmere coat I bought her and I’m glad it’s long enough to cover her sweet little ass as we move into the lobby and eyes land on her. If these men were staring at her ass in her tight jeans, I’d likely take them all out, ruining the business I spent years building up for our family.
I lead us back to my office first, helping her with her coat and giving her a quick kiss seeing she put a long cardigan on over the top that clings to her body and stops at her waist. It covers her ass allowing me room to breathe knowing she’ll be around others when we join my mother for brunch.
I slip over to the safe, opening it and take out the little box, checking the ring to ensure it’s everything I wanted, then close it before moving back to Sadie as she glances around the rest of the room. My cock is hard just looking at her and if there weren’t dozens of people milling around at all times, I’d fuck her in here the way I do in my office at home.
Lunch is my favorite hour of the work day now as it consists of me eating her pussy until my beard is covered with her cream. But that doesn’t mean I don’t entirely enjoy my ‘breaks’ as Sadie’s calling it. She’s been sitting in the extra chair of my office most days when she’s not catching up on her rest, reading on the Kindle I bought her, while I work. Anytime I have a call or meeting, she comes over to me afterwards, putting my calendar and phone on do not disturb, and climbs on my lap, or bends over my desk, letting me have her.
Now with my mother knowing about her, I know I won’t have her attention all the time. My mother is bound to want to spend time with her, get to know her, and while I want that, I want Sadie as just mine more. Might make me an asshole but it’s what it is.
I pull Sadie into my arms, unable to wait another minute to get my ring on her finger. It might not be the most romantic spot, but it’ll do. “Sadie baby,” I begin, brushing my thumb across her cheek. “I love you, more than anything I ever imagined I could love someone. You’re mine and I need the world to know it, to know that you’re taken and taken care of, and to stay away from you or risk my wrath. I know this is supposed to be a question, but I’m not giving you the option of saying no—I can’t. I found this while you were napping in our bed that first morning, knew it was made for you the second I saw it, and I need it on your finger so everyone can see it, see you belong to me, that you’re my wife, my heart, my soul,” I add, opening the box to reveal the round, brilliantly clear blue diamond surrounded by dozens of white ones in the halo and along the sides. “Marry me—soon.”
“Even though you didn’t really ask, I’ll still say yes. A million times yes to being with you forever, Kellan.”
I don’t let her say another word before I claim her lips, sliding the ring onto her finger as I contemplate the sanity of sliding us down to an empty room and into her. My hands are reaching for her to do just that when a voice clearing breaks me away from her sweet lips. I turn us so she’s behind me, tensing until I spot my brother’s stupid smirk in my doorway.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I question Jasper, pulling Sadie back up next to me, my arm around her as she curls up against my chest.
“Mom called us, said you told her you were bringing a girl to meet her today. No way were we going to miss that,” Jasper answers, his head shaking a bit as he glances over Sadie.
“We?” I say, shooting him a glare at his look of surprise.
“We four brothers be,” Jasper replies, and I silently groan, before looking at my girl apologizing.
“I’m sorry, baby. I wouldn’t spring all of them on you at once. They’re barely tolerable individually,” I state, pulling a grin from her and I swear there shouldn’t be any part of my heart she doesn’t already own, but it deepens when she reaches up, giving me a soft kiss as I meet her more than halfway, her hand patting my chest gently.
“It’s okay, fewer times to worry about it,” she assures me, and I drop a kiss on the top of her head before heading down to the private dining room to find the others.
