Chapter 4

Dylan

I brush a kiss onto Melodia's shoulder, smiling when she sighs and stirs, her adorable nose twitching at the smell of the breakfast tray I made for us. Her eyes flutter open, a smile gracing her lips and it's so hard to keep the words inside. To not tell her how much I desperately love her. I want to. Have wanted to from the moment I saw her, but it's only been two days since then, and I don't want to scare her off.

Especially not now that I've seen just how sheltered she truly must have been. There are so many things she doesn't have a clue about—like the internet. I mean shit, who hasn't heard of the internet before? My girl apparently and it tells me wherever she grew up, is massively backwards and potentially even dangerous. Which makes me want to keep my girl here with me in my home and away from the rest of the world.

"Morning angel." I tease her lips with a soft kiss the same way I teased her nose with the smell of breakfast.

"Morning," she says with a full smile, stretching and the sheet dips showing off her bare breasts which make me hungry for a taste of them and her despite having kept her up most of the night doing just that.

I took off Wednesday, not able to tear myself away from her after our first night together, and only stopped into the restaurant for a few hours last night to make sure everything was going okay. My people know their jobs so they had everything under control, letting me run through some paperwork quickly to ensure I could take the rest of the week off to be with Melodia. Especially if she really does have to leave Monday. I can't stand the thought of her not being here with me and turn my attention back to my girl as she sits up, tucking the sheet over her breasts following my gaze to them.

"What did you make today?" she asks me, as I slip the tray onto her lap before sliding in next to her, cutting off a piece of the sausage patty for her to try. I know she loves bacon, but I wanted to see what she thought about the slight spice of the sausage combined with the sweetness of the French toast I made.

"French toast, with honey and peaches, and sausage," I tell her, as I cut up a bite of the rest for her to try, and her moan makes my cock rock solid once more. Every single one of her moans seems to be connected to it and holding her gaze when the sound falls from her is all it takes to have cum spurting out the tip of it.

"Oh gods, it's incredible," she hums happily, eating every bite I feed her until the tray is empty, and the moment I put it on the nightstand, she's straddling my lap, her soft little hands dipping into my sweats, pulling my hard cock out. Her wet heat envelops me before I can say a word and I let out a curse as it makes me cum instantly.

"Angel…"

"More," she hums, her voice mesmerizing, making me even harder somehow. I heard her softly singing in the bath last night when I got home and I ended up fucking her hard with her kneeling in the water, her hair tight in my fist, the way I imagined when I first saw her. It was like something had truly possessed me with as roughly as I took her, but she never once complained. She came hard around my cock, begging for more even, and it sent us from the bathroom to the bedroom, until the first rays of morning started to light the sky.

"Don't hurt yourself, angel," I beg, when she slams herself down on my cock as she rides me, heaven dancing in my vision as pleasure fills every last inch of me. "I'm going to come from just kissing you, sweetness. You don't have to…"

"Fuck me," she growls, stopping my words as the hunger, the ache inside her eyes touches a place inside me I didn't know existed until her. It's so much more than just desiring her. I want to own every little bit of her, to make her hungry, make her beg for release.

"Careful now, angel. You want to be my good little girl, don't you?" I tease, nipping at her ear making her whine.

"Yes, always," she cries as her hips move jerkily against me, her breathing telling me her pleasure is rising quickly.

"Then don't tempt me with something you're not ready for, angel."

"Fuck me," she growls again, her tight cunt gripping me even harder, and I can't stop from letting all of me out.

My hands grip her waist hard, holding her in place as I move us down the bed slightly, making her whine and shiver against me. "I warned you, angel. Now you'll just have to accept the consequences," I state, holding her still before pounding up into her, bringing a shout to her lips almost instantly. The sound of my skin slapping against hers sounds so filthy, especially compared to how sweetly beautiful my girl with her pink hair and pink nipples looks.

"Dylan!" she screams out my name, leaning forward, her hands landing on my chest trying to run away from my hard thrusts and her eyes shut as a shudder of pleasure runs through her.

" Eyes! Now," I demand, bringing them open to me and I smile as it makes her shudder with another wave of pleasure. "Take it, show me you're my good girl, will always be my good little girl by taking what I give you."

"Yes! Oh gods, yes, please!" she screams when I up my pace the slightest bit more, and she screams when I slam her down onto me as my fingers tease her pulsing clit just once, letting me watch the pleasure as it rolls through her eyes. It brings me straight over with her and I wrap her up tight, kissing her softly as she shivers in my hold.

"Fuck angel, are you okay?" I ask when she doesn't speak, keeps her face turned into my chest. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, no, Dylan," she says, looking up at me and the smile on her lips is so fucking beautiful and the sight of it warms my heart, making me fight to keep the words from slipping out instantly. "It was so perfect, I felt it so much, I just…I don't have words to describe it."

I do but I don't know if she'll believe me, because even though we just fucked like maniacs, every bit of it was with love pounding through me.

"I know, for me too," I assure her, giving her a soft kiss before carrying her into the bathroom and the shower. I take my time washing every inch of her, kissing her neck as I brush out her gorgeous hair, after drying it, and the pink of it and her skin reminds me of something.

I smile as I take us back to the bedroom, pulling on a pair of jeans and a tee, because if I don't put something on, I'm going to take her straight back to bed. The last two days have been heaven, but I don't want her thinking I just want her here for sex.

"I wanted to show you around town a bit," I tell her when I grab an outfit of hers from the dresser drawer. She didn't have much in her bag, just a few bikinis, some tops and skirts, a dress and those flip flops which seemed to be a bit too big for her. I help her into the light pink bikini and slip the pastel pink, blue, white, and purple dress over her head with a smile, before grabbing the little sneakers I picked up for her before coming home last night. They're a size smaller than the flip flops and I'm glad to see they fit. They'll be better on her feet than the other shoes and this way I can take my girl shopping for whatever she needs for clothes without worrying about her feet.

"They're so soft," Melodia says, and she leans up, giving me a quick kiss before turning towards the mirror to look at herself. The slip dress covers her to her knees, and it looks amazing with her pink hair. "What?" she says meeting my gaze in the mirror as I watch her.

"Just wondering if you like your hair like this as much as I do," I muse, making her eyes widen a bit. "I don't know how much it cost to do, but whatever it was, it was well worth it. It matches your personality perfectly. Light and bubbly, soft and sweet…I never want you to change it."

"That's good, because I don't want to change it either," she says with a giggle coming back to me, and I love how tiny she is in my hold. Well, her height at least. She could do with a few more pounds on her, especially if they're in her belly and hips, and if they're from my baby being inside her I'd be even happier.

"I found something last night that made me think of you," I tell her, watching the wonder slip across her face at my words, and I reach over to the little box I put it in, letting her see for herself what it was. "It was in one of the oysters that was delivered to the restaurant. I'm pretty sure it got put in with ours by mistake because one of the places on the beach sells ones that are brought in specifically for people to find pearls in them. I knew it was meant for you as soon as I saw it."

"Dylan!" she exclaims as I open the lid, showing off the white and silver pearl. There's a pink hue to it though and there's no doubt I was right in thinking she'd love it. "It's perfect. I love pearls. I had to leave the ones I had at home behind when we left."

"You have ones at home?" I ask in surprise because that's the first time she's mentioned anything about her home really.

"We'd go diving for them sometimes. It's the only thing back home I liked to do. I love bright and shiny things. Like coins," she adds with a giggle that's adorable and tells me where the change I put on the dresser that first night likely went.

"You can have all the coins you want, angel," I assure her, lifting her face further towards me to give her a soft kiss. "I thought we might go by the jewelers to see if they can make this into a necklace for you."

Not to mention find a ring , but I don't say that part out loud. I can't scare her off, not now.

"Really? So I could wear it all the time then?" she says with a glance back at the slightly misshapen pearl.

"Whenever you want, angel," I state with a nod, catching her when she jumps into my arms, and fuck, if I didn't want to find a ring for her so badly, I'd take her straight back to the bed right now. I'm hoping to convince her to let me put the ring on her finger soon, to be able to tell her how much I love her, so staying in bed for a week straight needs to happen later.

Melodia's eyes dart around as we drive through town, her smile growing when I pull up at the jewelry store. Her eyes flow over the front windows and for once, I'm eager to spend all kinds of money on glittering stones.

"Well, hello there, Dylan," Hank says in surprise as we come into the shop. I didn't want to take my girl to a chain store and the only place around here that sells and creates things that would do Melodia justice, is Hank's shop. It's not shocking he's amazed to see me here, especially with a woman in tow since he's part of the Small Business Owners Association as well. "What brings you in here?"

"We were hoping you might be able to come up with a design for a necklace," I state, sliding my arm around Melodia's waist, bringing her further into my side as Hank's eyes slip to her in amazement. "I was thinking something delicate but strong enough to hold the pearl."

"Pearl?" Hank says and Melodia gives me the little box with a grin and I'm honestly thankful that I get to hand it to the man, and he doesn't have the chance to touch her.

"I found it in an oyster mixed with the ones I got at the restaurant. Knew the second I saw it that it was meant for this one."

"Certainly seems that way and I think I can come up with something for it easily enough. Do you want it rounded out?" Hank asks and the look that hits Melodia has me almost dying with laughter. The horror in her eyes is so sweet and I drop a kiss onto her lips calming her before answering.

"No, just polish it up. It's perfect as-is."

"Alright, well, let me grab my sketch pad and we can see what you might like," Hank states and I nod, wrapping Melodia up against my chest once more.

"What do you think of the place?" I ask softly as the door behind us opens, bringing someone else into the space.

"It's amazing, so pretty," she says, her head turning along with mine when I hear my name being said in surprise.

"Dane, what brings you in here?" I ask him as Melodia's eyes widen staring at Dane, who looks at her with equal surprise.

"Don't I know you?" Dane asks, making her giggle, and I nearly let out a dark growl towards one of my best friends hearing her giggle at someone other than me.

"I was with Celestia the other day," Melodia states and his jaw drops a hint before he shakes his head in shock, but it calms me to know not only is he clearly not interested in my girl, but if her friend met Dane, she had to have been in good hands the last few days.

"Right…" Dane drawls out his eyes flickering over to the displays of rings before returning to Melodia with a bit of apprehension.

"So what brings you in here?" I ask him as Hank returns with a sketchpad in his hands.

"Uh…it looks like you're busy. I can come back later," Dane states but before he can leave, the bell jingles again, announcing the arrival of someone else and I chuckle aloud when I see it's Duncan.

"Don't tell me," I whisper glancing down at the grin on Melodia's face when she sees him, "Serenia?"

"Yup," she giggles.

"Dane and Duncan are my two best friends," I tell her, and the hope in her eyes, slays me. "Duncan, fancy running into you here."

"Yeah, I…" he stops talking as his gaze slips to Melodia in my hold and I lift a brow at him at the confusion there. "Do I know you?"

"I'm Melodia. Celestia and I were with Serenia when you kind of left with her," my girl says. "They're like my sisters, so if you're here looking for something for them…"

"I…uh…yeah…well…" the two of them mumble through making me chuckle as I drop a kiss onto Melodia's head.

"If you're worried I'll ruin the surprise don't be. I can keep a secret and well, since they are my best friends I would know what they like and don't like. You know, if you needed help with something. Say a ring?" Melodia says and the fact that she's not telling them to think again and that her tone and eyes are hopeful, the uneasiness I've felt all day erodes and I know, I'll be leaving here with a ring for my girl and putting it on her finger very shortly.

"I mean, I wouldn't turn down the help," Dane says and Duncan nods glancing from us to Hank and back again as he looks amongst all of us in silent shock.

"Well then, why don't you point out what your friends might like, and I'll let Hank know what I was thinking about for the necklace?" I suggest to her, giving her a soft kiss when she grins, and it only takes ten minutes for Hank to have a sketch of the caged heart design I'd seen in my head to hold the pearl. It's even better though with pink diamonds inset in the joints of it, and I can't wait until it's ready.

Melodia's moved Dane and Duncan away from the diamonds despite them trying to say it's expected but she shakes her head, pointing Dane towards a unique oval design set with black and blue sapphires. Then points at an emerald ring with a look up at Duncan whose brow lifts with a hint of a smile on his lips. The design has little chips of white glittering stone surrounding the larger stone, making it feel like a rose opening to reveal an emerald center, and my eyes land on a teardrop shaped pink ring that makes my heart race wildly. The pink is entirely my girl, and the teardrop makes me think of water, and the incredibleness of last night, taking her in it.

"Is there anything you'd like to look at?" Hank asks joining our group at the counter, and both Dane and Duncan point out the rings Melodia suggested. "What size would you need them? These are both sized six and a half now. They can be taken up two sizes easily."

"Uh…I don't know," Dane admits and Melodia giggles softly, looking to Hank.

"We all wear the same size," she says taking the one from Dane and I let out a low growl stopping her from slipping it on.

"The only ring you're going to wear on that finger will be from me," I state, passing the ring back to Dane who also seems relieved for some reason I don't bother thinking about right now. "Close your eyes," I tell her, before motioning to the one I saw and lift my brow at Hank who nods in understanding.

"It's six and a half as well," he tells me, handing it over, and I slip it onto Melodia's finger, nearly coming at the sight of it there, fitting perfectly.

"We'll take them," Dane and Duncan state and I nod as well, slipping the ring off Melodia's finger for now so Hank can box it up for me. No way am I asking my girl to marry me in this shop.

"Eyes," I tell Melodia, smiling when she instantly opens them, a grin on her lips, and I give her a kiss pointing her towards the earrings and bracelets on display. "Go on and look around. I still need to put down a deposit for the necklace," I explain when she looks at me curiously.

Dane and Duncan both shake their heads at me as the three of us pay for our rings, but I know exactly what they're feeling. These girls were meant to be ours. They're best friends so we don't have to worry that our girls won't like one another, and we're best friends so they can all be close still. So they're all safe and with us now.

Melodia sighs happily as we slip into the car, and I take her to a boutique owned by one of the middle-aged married women who's also part of the association. I'd rather give my money to them than to some CEO sitting in a huge office doing nothing, especially when it also means getting my girl beautiful things.

Melodia looks stunning in a simple white lace dress that Stephanie suggested, and all I can think of is her wearing it to marry me—soon. I buy it and dozens of other things I loved seeing her in, and another dozen or so of things I knew Melodia loved just by looking at them. It takes six trips to bring everything inside when we get home, and I let her put things away while I make us dinner, setting up food on the patio before going up to get her.

Her eyes widen in shock when she sees the table laid with the flowers and candles I ordered earlier, wanting to make it special. Duncan only agreed to having them delivered because Melodia was Serenia's best friend, and she helped pick out the ring for Serenia. I would have asked Dane to send me his best blend, but Melodia hates coffee, which doesn't bother me one little bit. She adores food and I love cooking for her.

"Dylan…it's beautiful," she says with a sigh as I seat her. The candlelight reflects off the ornamental bulbs hanging around the table and I press a kiss to her lips, loving that sound.

"You're beautiful, angel," I state, before uncovering our food, smiling at her delight in the multiple options. She can't ever decide on just one thing and with having my own restaurant, I can easily bring home smaller cuts of chicken and steak to make us meals than someone could get at a grocery store.

I manage to wait until dessert to pull out the ring—barely. Melodia's eyes light up seeing the crepes and as I feed her the last bite of them, I slip down onto a knee, opening the ring box to show her what I picked.

"Melodia, angel…I know it's fast, but I can't let another day go by without knowing that you're mine. I love you," I state, pulling a gasp from her as she drags in a shaky breath, but she doesn't stop me, doesn't begin to try to get up or run away, simply smiles and bites her bottom lip I love to suck and nibble on while I love her. "I fell in love with you the moment I saw you and I want to spend the rest of my life loving you. You are the best thing to ever come into my life, angel, and I don't want you to leave me—not ever. I want to grow old with you, cherish you, have a family with you. So I'm asking you now, will you marry me? Be mine. My wife, my life, my always?"

"Yes!" she yells, launching herself at me and I easily catch her, before falling back onto the ground, as I hold her close. "I love you too. I didn't think it was possible for you to love me…"

"It'd be impossible to not love you, angel. You were meant to be mine," I promise her as I slip the ring onto her finger and her smile seeing it on makes my heart melt.

"Is this…"

"The one I tried on you at the shop," I offer and at her nod tell her, "yes. I wanted to get you a ring before we even walked in there, but worried you'd think it was too fast. When you didn't say anything about Duncan or Dane wanting to ask your friends, offered to help them find something for your friends…I couldn't resist getting you one as well. The moment I saw this ring, I knew, just like you were meant to be mine, that this was meant to be ours. As bright and beautiful as you are, angel. The teardrop reminds me of rain, which reminds me of water, and what we did in it last night…"

"I love the water and what you did to me in it, but maybe you should remind me. It has been almost a full day since," she returns, her smile and the gleam in her eyes filling me with hunger that only she can soothe, and I don't bother with words as I take her upstairs and remind her exactly how much she was made for me.