Chapter 19

CHAPTER

NINETEEN

Blakely

This is it. I’ve met the man who is going to own a piece of me that no one else ever will. I know it was fast, but I know with everything inside of me, he’s the one. He’s my forever. He looks at me like my dad looks at my mom and my uncles look at my aunts.

“You’re behind,” he teases as he pulls his pants off and chucks them across the room. I think he was aiming for the chair in the corner, but he missed, not that he seems to care.

“I’m just enjoying the show.”

“Oh, is that how it is? Do I get to watch the show?”

“Once you get on with that.” I point at his boxer briefs that are doing nothing to contain his erection.

“These things? Pfft, consider them gone.” He peels them down his thighs and steps out of them. Now, he stands before me in all his naked glory, and I make a mental note to tell my mom and my aunts that I can appreciate their affliction for arm porn, because, damn, he’s sexy.

“I can’t believe you hide all of this away under those dress shirts and suit jackets that you often wear to work.”

“Just hiding what’s yours to keep you from having to fight off all the ladies,” he quips. “Now, I believe I was promised a show.” He takes a seat next to me on the bed, and his hands land on my lower back as he gives me a gentle push to stand and get naked. I giggle but stand to face him, only to find him already fisting his cock, stroking leisurely from root to tip. I lick my lips because I crave the taste of him, something I never in my life thought I would say.

“This is all yours,” he tells me with a smirk. “After you strip.” Turning, I lift my hair, and without being told, he lowers the zipper on my dress. “You looked beautiful tonight, but I have to admit, I think this dress on my bedroom floor is a better look.”

“You think so?” I turn and let the dress fall, pooling at my feet.

“Fuck,” he rumbles.

I make quick work of removing my bra and panties. I step closer, and he widens his legs for me. His large hands grip my hips as he stares into my eyes. It’s the look, the one I’ve been waiting for.

“I can’t believe you’re really mine,” he whispers.

“I’m yours.” I climb up on the bed and straddle his lap. I’m nervous, but I’m not scared. I know he’s got me. I know deep in my soul that this man will always be by my side.

With one hand on my back to hold me close, the other slides between us, and he traces his thumb over my clit. “Look at you. Is all this for me?”

“Only you.”

When he lifts his thumb to his mouth, I fist his cock, stroking him. “I’m on birth control.”

“It’s been four years—longer, in fact, by a few months—since I’ve touched a woman.”

“I don’t want anything between us.” He’s my first and my only.

“I’m a selfish bastard, baby. I want you as close to me as possible, but I’m warning you now, I’ve never had unprotected sex. I’ve never not wrapped up, so the chances are high that I’m going to become addicted to your sweet pussy.”

My face heats from his words. “I thought you were already addicted.”

“Oh, I am, but this time it will be my cock that’s addicted too.”

“Maybe we should test that theory.” Rising onto my knees, I position his cock at my entrance and slowly sink down on him. When he’s halfway in, I know I need to just do it, so I drop all the way. When I cry out and bury my face in his neck, he stiffens.

“Baby?”

“I’m okay,” I whisper.

“Blake, talk to me.”

The pain starts to ease, and finally, I lift my head and meet his concerned eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s my choice. I didn’t want you to talk me out of it. You have my heart, and now you have another piece of me that no one else ever will.”

He kisses me hard, his teeth nipping at my lips. I meet him stroke for stroke, and with each second that passes, my body adjusts to him inside of me. When he pulls back, we’re both searching for air. His palms rest on my cheeks, and he holds my stare.

“I guess that’s only fair since you’ll have something of mine that no one else will ever have too.”

“Yeah? What’s that?” I ask, too dazed from the kiss and the feeling of his cock buried deep inside me to understand what he’s trying to say.

“My last name.”

I suck in a breath as tears well in my eyes. I love this man.

“I guess you’ll have a few somethings that only you get. Depends on how many kids you want. I know you have a big family.”

“Kids? You want babies with me?” I ask.

He chuckles. “Everything, Blake. I want it all. Only with you.”

“Let’s start with two and see where that gets us.”

“Now?”

I laugh. “No, not now. Right now, you’re about to show me what the fuss is all about.” I rock my hips. It was meant to tease him, but I’m the one who moans in pleasure. “Shit.”

“Do it again, beautiful. Do what feels good. Take what you need.”

“I want you to enjoy it too. What feels good to you?”

“You’re riding my cock, baby. There is nothing in this world that feels better than that. You’re so tight and warm. It’s as if your pussy is blanketing my cock in its embrace, and it’s the most incredible feeling.”

“I feel like I could come. It’s so deep.”

“Good, because it’s taking every ounce of control I have not to come.”

“You can. I mean, it’s okay. Inside me, I mean.”

“Fuck, baby. You can’t say that. I’m hanging on by a thread, and you come first. Always. Ride my cock.”

Doing as he says, I brace my hands on his shoulders and start to move. I fumble around until I find my rhythm. He grips my hips tightly, helping me rock front to back.

“So… good,” I pant. I can feel my body racing to the cliff of desire.

“Your pussy is squeezing the hell out of my cock, baby.” He slides one hand between us and starts massaging my clit, and the electricity in my veins intensifies.

“Ollie!” I scream as my orgasm washes over me. One arm tightens his hold, and he grunts, and I feel him as he releases inside me. I don’t know if it’s because I can feel his release or just the knowledge that he has, but it seems to intensify my orgasm, and I feel like it goes on forever.

I collapse against him once the tremors stop. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly to his chest.

“You still with me?” he asks.

“No.”

He chuckles. “Come on, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up, so we can get to bed. Tomorrow, I get to wake up with the love of my life, and we get to have Christmas with our families.”

“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?”

“Yeah, baby. We’re really doing this.” He lifts me into his arms and carries me to the shower. He washes every inch of my skin before helping me dry off and putting us both to bed. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I ask Oliver. We’ve just pulled into my parents’ driveway. I thought it was best that we tell them before I announced to my entire family that Oliver and I are official.

“Yes.” He doesn’t even hesitate in his reply. “Are you ready for this?”

“I am.” I nod. “They know that if I’m bringing you home, it’s the real deal for me.”

“Good, because I’m not letting you go. I don’t care if they hate my guts. I’m not letting you go.”

“They’re not going to hate you. They want me to be happy. They want a man to love me with everything he has, and me to return that love. That’s all they want.”

“So, they’re not going to freak out that I’m ten years older than you?”

“No. Deacon is ten years older than Ramsey. It’s going to be fine.”

“Let’s do this. The sooner the entire damn world knows that you’re mine, the better.”

“I guess we need to tell everyone at work too.”

“I’m pretty sure they all think we’re fucking regardless.” He chuckles.

“You’re probably right.”

“However, I’ll make damn sure they all know, especially Mason. I might need something fixed in my office on Monday.”

“Stop.” I laugh. “Let’s go before you get any more crazy ideas.”

He points at me, and I know that means I’m supposed to stay in my seat so he can open the door for me. I let him have this again, certain he wants to make a good impression on my parents. What he doesn’t realize is that he’s already done that. My smile is all they need to know about how this man treats me.

He opens my door, offers me his hand, and together we make our way up the steps. I don't bother knocking, even though my parents aren’t expecting me. “Family! I’m home!” I call out. We left our gifts in the car. We’ll exchange once we make it to Kincaid Central with the rest of the family.

“You don’t live here anymore,” Beckham calls back.

“Merry Christmas to you too, little brother!” I shout.

“Blake!” Brooklyn rushes into the foyer to greet me. “Who are you?”

“Brooke, you remember Oliver.”

“He’s holding your hand.”

I chuckle. “He is. Where are Mom and Dad?”

“In the living room.” She takes off, racing toward the living room. “She’s got a boy with her.”

“A boy?” Oliver chuckles as I lead us into the living room.

“Hey.” I smile at my family. “You all remember Oliver.” I turn to grin at him. “Oliver, you remember my family, right?” I never thought this moment would happen for us, yet here we are.

“It’s nice to see you all again,” Oliver greets them.

I raise our entwined hands in the air for all to see. “Oliver and I are dating.”

“I told you!” Dad says, smiling at Mom.

“You were right, sweetheart,” Mom says to pacify him. “Have a seat,” Mom tells us.

I move to the love seat and sit. Oliver does the same, taking the seat next to me, not once letting go of my hand.

“How long has this been going on?” Dad asks.

“Officially, last night. Dating unofficially, a while.” I shrug.

“What are your intentions with my sister?” Beckham asks.

“Beck!” Mom scolds him.

“What? Blake’s never brought a guy home. I’m her brother. It’s my right to ask.”

“Son, I think that’s my job.” Dad smiles proudly.

“Well, you were taking too long.” Beckham turns back to Oliver. “Well?”

“I’m in love with your sister.” He looks at my parents. “With your daughter.”

“And your intentions?” Beckham asks, crossing his arms over his chest, giving Oliver his best protective-brother glare.

“When she’s ready, I want to marry her.”

The room falls quiet, which I didn’t think was possible.

“Does that mean you’ll make me an aunt?” Brooklyn asks.

Oliver glances over at me, and I smile at him. “She said we’d start with two and go from there,” he answers honestly.

“If you each have two, that gives me six grandbabies. I think I’m okay with that,” my mom replies.

“Six is a good number,” Dad agrees.

“That’s it? You’re supposed to scare him and see what happens. See if he’s man enough to stick around after,” Beckham scolds my dad.

“I don’t need to.”

“What? Dad, we have to make sure this guy has good intentions.”

I open my mouth to yell at my brother, but my dad beats me to it.

“Look at him, Beck. Look at how he watches her, how he’s holding her hand. Who does that remind you of?”

“You and Mom,” Brooklyn answers.

“You’re right, sweetheart,” Dad answers. “And just like I’ve always told you, don’t settle for a man who doesn’t look at you like you’re his entire world.” Dad turns his attention to Oliver. “Take care of my little girl. If there ever comes a time that you don’t, I have eight brothers, a brother-in-law, and a shit ton of nephews that you don’t want to fuck with.”

“Hey, what about me?” Mom asks, laughing.

“The wives.” Dad shudders. “They’d get their stab at you next, and trust me, you don’t want to be on their bad side.”

“Does it help that I have arm porn?” Oliver asks, breaking the tension. My parents burst out laughing. My brother tries to act like it wasn’t funny, but I see his lips twitching, and Brooklyn just rolls her eyes. She doesn’t get it, but one day she will.

“It definitely helps,” Mom tells him, wiping the tears from her eyes. “So, how did it happen?”

I look over at Oliver. “I asked him to be merry with me.”

“Every day, baby,” he says, leaning over and giving me a chaste kiss.

“Dad! He’s kissing her,” Beckham accuses.

“Son, don’t act all innocent. I saw you kissing Tara last night when you walked her to her door.”

“You weren’t supposed to be watching.”

“Turn your head,” Oliver tells him. “I won’t not kiss her in front of any of you. I respect you all, but I love her, and I will never go a single day not showing her how much.”

“That”—Dad points at Oliver—“is a man worthy of my daughter.” He stands and walks over to us and shakes Oliver’s hand. “Now, are you ready to go through all of this again, only a million times worse? You’ve met my brothers and my brother-in-law, but the ladies of the family, my parents, and all of Blake’s cousins will be there.”

“For her, I’d do it every damn day.”

“Awe.” Mom smiles. “Welcome to the family, Oliver.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Kennedy.”

Oliver nods, letting her know he heard her.

“We should head over,” Dad says.

We all stand and help Mom and Dad carry everything to their SUV before getting into Oliver’s and heading toward Kincaid Central. So far today has been amazing. Lunch with his parents was great. They welcomed me with open arms, and my family, well, my parents and siblings took our relationship better than I anticipated. This is turning out to be the best Christmas ever.

“Are you sure you’re ready to be merry with me?” I ask him. “We can be a wild bunch.”

“Forever, baby.”

I’ve never in my life felt more loved or cherished, and that’s saying something with the family I grew up with.