Chapter 44
It’s been two weeks since I officially met the Fockers—I mean, the Becketts. It’s also been two weeks since any of them called to visit their sister, bar Rian. In fairness to Sean, he’s out of the country on business, but the others have no excuse.
The Beckett women continue to call and text daily, as do Zara’s parents, who we had dinner with twice last week, but frankly, I’m disappointed in the others. Not exactly surprised, but disappointed.
‘You okay?’ Zara asks, rocking up onto her elbow in the bed beside me. We spent the evening poring over nursery ideas, then indulging in a marathon sex session, followed by a long stint in the clawfoot tub.
A soft summer breeze drifts in through the open bedroom window, sending Zara’s hair floating over her face. I reach over and tuck it behind her ear. She’s utterly stunning. I still can’t believe she’s mine.
‘Move in with me.’ I trace my fingers along the elegant curve of her neck, trace her collarbone, then the silky soft skin between her beautiful breasts.
Her eyes snap to mine. ‘Now p>
We’ve talked about it, but she never actually agreed. She’s here every night anyway, so I don’t see what difference it makes.
‘Yes. What are we waiting for?’ I lower my hand to her stomach, gently stroking it.
‘I don’t know, I mean, I suppose I thought we’d wait a bit longer, to see how things are going p>
‘I’ll tell you how things are going.’ I press a kiss to her lips. ‘I’m falling more and more in love with you with every day that passes. You’re carrying my baby. You’re going to be my wife one day p>
‘Sure about that, California?’ She winks and her lips tip up in a smirk. ‘I don’t recall you ever actually asking me. In fact, the only thing I do recall is you telling my family you’re going to marry me. I’m not sure I was consulted at all p>
‘Do you need persuading?’ I cock a brow and trail my fingers lower. Her legs fall open in a silent invitation. I stroke her inner thigh slowly, gently, skimming all the way up to almost touch her centre, before skimming down again. I’d bet my life she’s wet for me again. She always is.
‘You can try.’ She tilts her face to me, and my lips are on hers in a fraction of a second. I swipe my index finger over her slit. Yep. Soaked. She moans at the contact. I could play with her pussy all damn day and all fucking night and never tire of it. Seeing the effect I have on her, teasing her to the brink of oblivion, then watching her shatter spectacularly is my favourite pastime in the world.
I slide two fingers deep inside her core and pump, gliding my thumb over her clit. ‘You’re so good at that,’ she mumbles into my mouth, as she reaches for my rock solid cock.
‘Move in with me and I’ll make you come morning, noon and night.’ I drag my fingers slowly out before pushing in again, swiping that sweet spot deep inside of her core.
She gasps, gripping my dick harder, and pumps.
I slow my fingers to a stop. Her eyes snap open. ‘Don’t stop,’ she whispers. ‘I need you to touch me p>
‘And I need you to move in with me.’ I resume playing with her pussy, and I’m rewarded with a tiny flutter deep inside her core. I continue working her with my fingers, watching as her legs tense and tremble under my touch. Her taut nipples furl. I dip my face lower and flick them with my tongue.
Her core contracts again. I slow my fingers to almost a stop. ‘Asshole,’ she cries.
‘One word. Three little letters. Starts with Y. Ends in S. And I will make you come so hard you’ll see the sun, stars and the entire fucking galaxy.’ I flick my tongue over her nipple again, and she hisses.
‘Why won’t you just say yes? You’re here every night anyway. Is it the house? I’ll buy another one if you don’t like it p>
‘It’s not the house.’ She looks away.
‘What is it then?’ I tilt her face until she has no choice but to meet my eyes again.
‘Promise you won’t smother me, like my family do?’ Her expression turns suddenly serious.
‘I promise. You don’t need to convince me you’re a grown woman with her own body and mind.’ I swipe her slit and bring my fingers to my mouth. She tastes fucking exquisite.
‘Okay.’ She nods.
‘Okay, as in you’ll move in with me p>
‘Yes.’ She nods.
‘Tomorrow?’ I slide my fingers inside her again, hovering right over that spot that sends her spiralling so spectacularly over the edge.
‘The weekend. Tomorrow, I’m meeting a new client at my office. It’s after hours. His name is Simon Slater. He’s some big shot from Cork. He’s looking for an interior designer for his chain of bespoke cocktail bars p>
‘I don’t like you meeting men after hours. Make sure Tate stays with you. And Felstead.’ I growl. ‘But fine. The weekend it is.’ I resume gliding my thumb over her clit and pump her core deep and slow.
Her mouth drops open as her legs go rigid a split second before her core spams and squeezes my fingers as her release rips through her. ‘God,’ she screams.
‘Thanks, but Cole is fine, sweetheart.’ I smirk, and she slaps my chest playfully. ‘Up on all fours, baby. I need to be inside you p>
She flips onto her hands and knees, twisting her neck to watch me over her shoulder with lust hued eyes. I position myself at her entrance, then slide in slowly. I know I’m nowhere near the baby, but still, can’t be too careful.
‘Cole,’ she moans, bucking back against me.
She’s so tight, so wet, so fucking perfect. ‘Yes, baby p>
‘I love you,’ she murmurs. ‘I love what you do to me p>
‘I love you too, sweetheart. So fucking much.’ I drive into her, over and over and over again, smoothing my hands around her waist, then round to her cup her breasts. I’m obsessed with this woman. This ethereal creature who’s turned my world upside down in the best possible way.
White hot pleasure crackles all over my skin as my orgasm looms on the horizon. I need her to come again. Now—before I do. I reach between her legs and caress her clit with my fingers. It only takes a few seconds, then her release rips through her, and I thrust into her, spilling myself into her tight, hot channel.
We collapse on the mattress together, gasping and panting as we struggle to catch our breath. I pull her into my arms, and she nestles her cheek against my sweat-sheened pec.
‘This weekend, you move in. Next weekend, I’m whisking you away.’ I press a kiss to her temple.
‘Where to?’ She tilts her head up to meet my eye.
‘We’re going to Vegas baby, while you can still travel. I’ve met your family. It’s time to introduce you to mine p>
She sits up. ‘For real p>
‘Yeah,’ I pull her into me again. ‘I never got it before p>
‘Got what p>
I run my fingers through her thick glossy hair. ‘My mother. I never fully understood her grief because I never loved anyone the way she loved my father. I don’t condone the way she’s tried to fill that void in her life, but I’m beginning to understand why she’s compelled to try.’ I kiss her again. ‘If anything happened to you, Zara, I’d lose my fucking mind too p>
‘Hmm.’ She blows out a breath. ‘Don’t worry, I told you before, I’m not going anywhere. Not now that things are starting to get exciting. But just in case anything ever does happen to me, make sure you put on a good show of grieving for at least five years before you even think about introducing another woman to our daughter.’ She places her hands on her swollen stomach.
‘You have no fear baby. You’re it for me. If anything ever happened to you, I’d never love another woman p>
‘How do you know?’ She stares at me intently.
‘I’m not foolish enough to think a love like this comes around more than once in a lifetime p>
‘I don’t know,’ she traces mindless circles over my stomach. ‘Look at Caelon. He had Isabella, then he found Ivy p>
A shudder rips over my spine at even the mention of what he went through. I don’t like him. But I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.
‘Let’s talk about something else.’ I hold her tighter against me, stroking over her shoulder and the backs of her arms.
‘Like how much of that giant walk-in wardrobe you’re going to assign to me p>
‘Sweetheart, you should know by now, I’ll give you any damn thing you want, because finding you again was the only thing I’ve ever wanted p>