French Connection Vol. 3 (9 page)

“Fuck,” he groaned. His eyes were almost black when he looked at me. “You keep touching me like that and this is going to be over too fast.”

He pushed himself up and moved his cock out of my reach. Before I could complain, he spread my legs and settled between them. I cried out his name as he ran his tongue between my folds, teasing and dancing across my flesh. When he took my clit into his mouth, I moaned, then swore as he slid a finger inside.

“Yes!” My back arched as he curled his finger inside me. He lightly touched my clit with his teeth and I yelped. It hadn't hurt, but it had definitely been unexpected. Then he did it again, a little harder, and fireworks exploded inside me.

Even as I was coming, he slid a second finger into my pussy, coaxing me higher, holding me there until it was almost too much. Then he stood and picked me up. I felt cool wood under my ass as he set me on the table, but then he was pushing inside me and that was all I could feel.

My head fell forward against his shoulder as my entire body shuddered. Despite his earlier haste, he moved slowly, sliding into me an inch at a time.

“I love watching your face when I enter you.” His voice was low, husky. “Fast or slow, it doesn't matter. If I could, I'd record your expression just so I could watch it over and over.”

A thrill went through me and I shivered. “Yes,” I moaned.

“And it's not just now,” Gavin said. “I love the look on your face when you come. When I pinch your nipples.” He nipped at my earlobe. “When I spank you. You are so fucking hot, do you know that?”

He held me tight as he came to rest fully sheathed inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, crossing my ankles just beneath his ass. The front of our bodies were pressed together, no space between us. Neither of us spoke as we held each other, joined as intimately as two people could be.

“Never again,” he said softly. “I'm never going to do anything that puts you in danger.”

I looked at him and brushed my lips across his. “I don't care about that. As long as we're together. All I want is you.”

“You've got me,” he said with a smile. He rested his forehead against mine and began to move.

His thrusts were hard and deep, drawing a cry from me with each one. I moved with him, meeting him with enough force to make him swear. My arms were wrapped around his neck, giving me the leverage I needed and I tugged on his hair, pulling his head back so that I could look him in the eyes.

“I want everything you have to give me.” My voice was breathless and I could feel the pressure inside me growing. “I want you to show me every part of your world. Pain and pleasure. Dominance and submission. I want to be your everything.”

“You are.” His fingers dug into my hips.

“Promise me,” I said. “Promise me you won't back down again. That you won't shy away from what you want.”

“I promise.” His eyes were clear and I could see the weight that had lifted from him. “And I promise to take you places you've never been.”

He moved one hand between us and rubbed his thumb across my clit, pressing hard. My body stiffened as I came and still he kept the steady pressure, sending wave after wave of nearly painful pleasure crashing over me. A cross between a whimper and a moan came out of me and the sound seemed to undo him. He crushed me against his chest and came, his hips jerking as he emptied himself inside me.

We stayed there for several minutes as our bodies cooled and our breathing slowed. I caught my breath when he finally pulled out of me, my pussy throbbing at the sudden loss. Before I could climb down, he picked me up again. “I fully intend to make love to you all night,” he said as he nuzzled the space below my ear. “But first, I want to try out that huge tub.”

I laughed and leaned my head on his shoulder. I meant what I'd said. I didn't care where he took me; only that we were together. I had to admit though, a hot bath together did sound like exactly what we needed after everything we'd been through.

“Can we have bubbles?” I asked as he carried me to the bathroom.

“Bubbles?” He raised an eyebrow. “I'm a man. I don't do bubble baths.”

I ran my teeth over his nipple. “I promise I'll make it worth your while.”

He made a sound low in his throat. “Fuck. Just nothing floral, okay?”

I grinned. He was going to smell like roses by the time we were done. And if that meant he had to punish me again, well – my pussy throbbed in anticipation – so be it.

Chapter 15

Gavin

When Vincent said he wanted to give us something as a thank you for what we'd done, I thought he'd do something like buy us dinner out or something like that. I didn't expect our trip home from Cannes to be in Vincent's private jet, and I certainly didn't expect a detour to Paris.

He had a limo waiting for us and it took us straight to the Four Seasons where we were informed that we had an “All About the Chocolate” spa treatment scheduled later that afternoon. I wasn't entirely sure what that was, but I felt pretty confident that Carrie would like it. After all, it was chocolate.

The best part though was, as unexpected as the surprise was, Vincent had perfect timing. The last couple days we'd been in Cannes, Carrie and I had done some sight-seeing as well as meeting with Vincent to continue planning our joint project. But in the back of my head, I'd had something else brewing. I just hadn't known when the best time was to do it. I'd known from the moment I'd seen her that I'd wanted her. It hadn't taken me much longer to realize I wouldn't ever want anyone else. This trip had done a lot of things, not the least of which was make me admit that it was time for a change.

When Vincent told us about his gift to us, I'd taken it as a sign. Before we got out of the limo at the hotel, I asked the driver if he'd wait and take us somewhere. In flawless English, he told me he’d been hired to take us wherever we wished to go over the duration of our trip. When I mentioned a place I'd seen my last time here, he'd immediately nodded and said he'd wait while we got settled in.

Now, as we rode, Carrie stared out the window, exclaiming over all the sights. We'd be going to the Eiffel Tower tonight for dinner thanks to reservations Vincent had made, and we'd have plenty of time to see the other landmarks tomorrow, but this afternoon, there was a place I wanted to show her first. I'd purposefully been cryptic when I said we were going to go somewhere, but I didn't think she suspected anything more than another site seeing tour.

I'd been to Paris a couple times over the years, but had rarely taken the time to look around. One of the places I had been, however, was the Square Jehan Rictus. And that was where we went now. I held out my hand and helped Carrie from the back. She gave me a puzzled look as I led her up the sidewalk, but didn't say anything. She simply threaded her fingers between mine and let me lead her.

“A few years ago, I was up late and couldn't sleep. Jet lag or something. So I went out for a walk.” I stopped in front of a large black tile wall and gestured toward it. Carrie turned, her eyes widening. “I ended up here.”

“This is beautiful,” she breathed as she took a step closer.

On the black tile was written, in various languages and myriad scripts, dozens of different versions of “I love you.” It was called the “I Love You Wall.” I meant to do some research on it, find out how it came to be, but I kept forgetting. I made a mental note to try to remember this time.

“I must've stared at this wall for a good twenty minutes,” I continued with my story. “I've been to some of the biggest museums and art galleries in the world, seen the most famous paintings and sculptures done by the masters, but something about this spoke to me.” I squeezed Carrie's hand and she turned to look at me. “When Camille died, I never thought I'd find love again and seeing this wall just made that all the more real. Then I met you.”

She smiled and I knew she thought she knew what was coming next. A declaration of love. A kiss.

But she was wrong.

“I could tell you how I feel about you in every language I know, every language that's written here.” I gestured toward the wall. “But it'd never be enough. I could make love to you every minute of every hour of every day, but it'd never be enough to show you how I feel.”

I saw her catch her breath and knew it was time.

I dropped down onto one knee, even as I reached into my pocket with my free hand and pulled out the small box I'd purchased just before we'd left. The same woman who designed Carrie's necklace had made the ring too. I opened the box and watched Carrie's jaw drop.

“All I can do is promise to love you and to spend every waking moment of the rest of my life trying to prove to you just how much you mean to me.” My voice caught in my throat. I thought this would be easy, that since I knew Carrie loved me, it was just a matter of making it official. Only now did it occur to me that I wasn't sure what I would do if she said no. There was no way to know unless I asked. “Will you marry me?”

For one heart-stopping moment, I thought she was going to turn me down, but then I saw that she was just trying to control her emotions. Finally, she nodded, her eyes shining with tears.

“Yes!” She bent down and pressed her lips to mine. “Yes, Gavin.”

I slid the ring onto her finger and stood, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her to me. I took her mouth, this time kissing with more enthusiasm. Our tongues twisted around each other and I felt my body start to respond. It wasn't until I heard applause that I remembered we were in public.

I pulled back and caught a glimpse of Carrie's flushed face before I turned to see an audience of a half dozen people grinning at us and clapping. I smiled back and wrapped my arm around Carrie's waist.

“Can we go back now?” she said softly.

I looked down at her, concerned that something was wrong. Then I saw the lust in her eyes.

“We have a couple hours before that spa treatment and I think we should celebrate.” She gave me a slow smile. “And I have something I want to give you too.”

My cock stirred and I nodded, not trusting myself to give a publicly appropriate response. I followed her back toward the limo, my eyes constantly drawn down to our linked hands and the ring that was now sparkling on Carrie's finger. I never wanted to see it off. My stomach clenched at the thought of seeing it when we made love. Maybe we wouldn't do much sight-seeing during our time here. I'd be okay with that.

Epilogue

Carrie

Officially, we'd been engaged for two months and all of the people important to us knew, but tonight was the night we were making the public announcement. It was also the night we were re-opening Club Privé.

And not as a dance club.

The day Gavin had asked me to marry him, I told him I wanted to give him something too. I'd been considering it for days and figured Vincent's surprise trip would be the best time to share. He'd been shocked, but it hadn't taken much to convince him I was serious.

When we'd gotten back to the states, we'd worked together on a truly joint venture. A sex club for consenting adults only, with no professionals allowed. All entertainment was carefully screened and we had set up an agreement with the local authorities to ensure there would be nothing illegal going on. Before we even opened our doors, we made sure we had a reputation for everything being above board. We knew that it might cost us some business, but that was a price we were willing to pay.

Tonight, it looked like that was going to pay off.

I'd purposefully chosen a tiny, dark blue dress with spaghetti straps, a v-neck and a short hemline to wear tonight and the moment I saw Gavin's eyes light up, I knew he remembered I'd been wearing something similar the first time I'd gone to his club. The first night we'd slept together. It wasn't the same dress since that one had been borrowed from my best friend, but it was close enough.

Speaking of Krissy...

I turned as I heard her call my name over the pulse-pounding music. I threw my arms around her. I was happy she was doing so well in LA, but I missed her so much. Standing slightly behind her and looking much more relaxed than I'd seen him before was Krissy's boyfriend DeVon. He was hot – not as hot as Gavin, in my opinion – and there were more than a few heads turning to check him out. Or they might've been looking at Krissy since she was wearing a tight, barely-there dress that almost made me look like a nun.

Behind her came our other two friends, Dena and Leslie, each dressed in different, but equally sexy dresses. Dena's was a shimmery silver that made her pale gray eyes shine and made her, with her pixie cut and petite body, look like some sort of fantastical creature. Leslie, however, was in a bright emerald green that complimented her thick red curls and showed off every inch of her curves.

Krissy and DeVon weren't the only ones getting admiring looks from our customers.

After about an hour or so, Gavin went on stage and thanked everyone for coming. He set out the official rules without sounding legalistic and then introduced me as his business partner and his fiancée. Once the cheers died down, he told everyone to have fun and led me off the stage.

My friends, after telling us both how well we'd done, went off to the dance floor. Gavin looked down at me and I knew he was wondering if I wanted to dance. I shook my head and glanced toward the door at the back of the club. His eyes darkened and he pulled me through the crowd after him as he headed for the door.

The sound died down as we left the main floor and neither of us broke it. I wondered if, like me, Gavin was remembering the first time we'd walked down the hallway toward that door. This time, however, I was going into that room knowing exactly what was there and that I was going in with the man I loved and would be spending the rest of my life with.

Over the past two months, Gavin had been teaching me about the things he enjoyed and we'd established a not-quite Dom / Sub relationship. I wasn't sure how we differed from other couples, but I didn't care. It worked for us and that's what was important. Tonight, however, would be the first time we'd use this room for what it was designed for.