Keeping Their Love (Griffin Brothers #7) (5 page)

I roll the high bench
in the bedroom until it’s in front of the fireplace, and in view of
the mirror over the bed. Just like I want it. “Lie down with your
feet on the floor.”

“I like this,” she
says as she does what I ask.

I don’t answer her. I
know we’ll both be
loving
it
in a few moments. I straddle the bench and hook her legs over my
arms, pulling the lower half of her body up. I enter her in one
thrust, and we both cry out.

I alternate between
looking down at Candi and looking at us both in the mirror as I move
her feet to my shoulders. I lean over a little to hold onto the arm
of the bench that’s above her head. The shift in position has my
sexy wife going a little crazy under me as I move in and out of her
at a fast pace. Her heels are digging into my shoulders, and she
pulls my mouth down for a hot kiss.

“Owen,” she screams
as she comes hard.

I drop her legs and
reach between us to pinch her clit. I succeed in prolonging her
orgasm as I let myself go. We’re both shuddering and shaking, and
it goes on longer than I can ever remember before. Maybe it’s
because it’s been so long since we’ve been completely alone. Or
maybe it’s just because we’re both still in as much lust as love
with each other.

The rest of the night
goes pretty much the same way. We make use of the heated private
pool, the shower, couch, and, of course, the bed. We give each other
our presents after midnight. I sketched her a date, and she gave me a
picture of her ankle in the strappy heels she was wearing tonight. We
fall asleep as the sun comes up, wrapped around each other, and
believe me, nothing’s better than this.

The alarm goes off too
soon, but we’re both also excited to take Hope into the park. She’s
been there before, but she’s at a good age to appreciate everything
a little more now. We kiss and hold hands in the limo back to
Anaheim, but don’t take it any further. We could definitely go
another few rounds, but not today. Today’s for our little girl and
my niece.

We call Cyndi when
we’re almost there, so she’s waiting with Hope as we pull up. I
leave our bag with the bellman and we all head inside. We thank Cyndi
and head into Disneyland first. This VIP thing is pretty awesome
since it seems like everyone wants to spend Valentine’s Day at the
parks.

We’re having a late
lunch at the restaurant we came to for Alex’s birthday. Right now
it’s a princess themed meal, and Hope is in heaven. With her mouse
ears on, she’s been posing for character photos like a boss. She
even made her mom proud by asking the professional photographer which
kind of camera he was using. That’s our girl.

“Daddy, you said I
could have whatever I want today.”

“Yep. Did you think
of something else you need?” I ask. There’s already going to be
no room to sleep in our suite after all the packages we’ve had sent
there, but I can’t say no to either of my girls. Ever.

“One of those,” she
says, pointing to the table next to us.

I realize that she’s
pointing at their baby and I look to Candi, both of our eyes wide.
“You want a baby, Hope?”

“Yes. I don’t care
if it’s a brother or sister. I just want one.”

Candi gets a big smile
on her face, and leans over to take Hope’s hand. “We’ll need
some help from you for that.”

“I’ll help. What do
I do?”

“Well, you know how
Daddy designs his paintings and sculptures, and I design my
pictures?” Hope nods. “We have to do a different kind of
designing to have a baby. It has to happen at night, and only if you
stay in your own room and don’t come into ours.”

“What if I get
scared?”

I snort. Our kid is
fearless. “You never get scared, Munchkin.”

“I know,” she says
with a smile. “I’m a big girl. But what if I did?”

“Then you just come
knock at our door first, and we’ll let you in with us.”

“Can I cuddle
sometimes still?”

“How about one night
a week we plan as family cuddling night, but the other nights you let
us work on designing a new baby?”

“’Kay. Start
tonight.”

We laugh and I meet
Candi’s eyes over her little head. “You want another?” I mouth
to her.

“If it’s okay,”
she says out loud, biting her lip.

“Definitely,” I
tell her as I lean over to kiss her and then our girl.

I’m going to get to
make love to my wife almost every night of the week. And we’re
going to try for another baby. We didn’t try the first time, so I’m
feeling some pressure on me and my little swimmers to perform. I
think we’re up to the task, though, so I don’t worry too much.
I’ve got the perfect wife and most amazing daughter. My life is
already the stuff of dreams.

Ryan

The clock has just
struck midnight on Valentine’s Day. I’m in a freestanding
bathtub, soaking in a bubble bath with Chloe. I booked us a hotel in
L.A. for the night, so we’d be closer to her present for tomorrow.
We’ve already tried out the bed, and the couch. She saw this tub
and let out a squeal. I reminded her that she could’ve put one like
this in our house, but she said it wasn’t right for that house.

“Would you want a tub
like this if we had another house?”

“Maybe. Are you
thinking about another house for us?”

“Actually, I did more
than think about it. I built us a new house. I was planning on taking
you to see it this weekend.”

She whips around and
straddles me, bubbles clinging to her in the sexiest ways. “What?
Where?”

“Just outside of
Seattle.”

“You built us a house
there? Oh my God, Ry.” She kisses me hard and then pulls back with
a confused look on her face. “Did you decorate it?”

“Of course not. Just
the structure is done.”

“Hmm. Well we should
properly try out this bathtub to see if it will work in the new
house.”

I smile as she reaches
down to take me in her hand. She strokes me a few times. I groan and
cup her tits. She’s the one groaning as I run my thumbs over her
hard nipples. We tease each other for another minute or so.

Then she’s lifting up
and sliding down my rock hard length. Oh yeah, this is home. We could
live in a shack on the beach, and I’d still be home if I could be
with her. That’s the last non-sexual thing I think of before giving
over to the sensations coursing through me.

I take one of her
luscious breasts into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the nipple.
She arches her back and cries out. She’s close, but so am I. I’m
letting her take the lead, though, so I don’t allow myself to
thrust up. Yet. I do start biting one nipple and then the next, while
moving my hand down to play with her clit. She’d get there
regardless, but I’m being greedy, and needy. I want her to break
now.

With my mouth and hands
working her beautiful body, she’s screaming my name within seconds.
I move my hands to her hips and begin to thrust. She kisses me hard,
twisting her tongue around mine, and I’m coming less than a minute
later. I cup her cheeks and slow her kisses into something sweeter as
we both start to relax.

“You’re welcome,”
I tell her with a smirk.

“Jerk,” she says as
she splashes me.

“That wasn’t a
thank you?’

“No. Your thank you
was going to be a spectacular blow job, but I’m not so sure
anymore,” she says as she stands up and gets out of the tub.

I chuckle because I
know that’s a lie. She loves sucking me off as much as I love
licking her pussy. And that’s a lot. “So, you don’t want to
sixty-nine once we’re dry?”

Her eyes light up with
desire, but in the next second she tries to hide it. “No.”

“Liar,” I tease as
I climb out of the tub myself. “I’ll be lying on the bed if you
change your mind.”

She makes me wait
longer than I thought she would. In fact, I started to get a little
worried. “You’re lucky I love your cock.”

“I am. I’m thankful
every day. And I love your pussy.”

“I know. I’m lucky,
too,” she says as she climbs over me.

A couple of hours
later, we’re cuddling in bed when I remember something. “Oh, I
have your ‘reason’ in my wallet.”

“Me too.”

We both get up with
smiles on our face and grab them. We swap papers and laugh because
this has happened several times now—we’ve written the same thing.

Reason #2,328 that
you’re AWESOME and I LOVE YOU: It just keeps getting better and
better every day.

“So, tell me more
about this house. And moving.”

“I’ll do one
better, I’ll show you.”

I pull out a smaller
version of the blue prints and sketches from the bag I brought for
us. I grab her hand, and we walk to the table in the living room
area. I’m actually a little nervous as I unroll everything for her
to see. I didn’t consult her on this house like I did for our Vegas
one. I wanted to surprise her, but I know I should’ve given her a
chance to have some input.

“Stop worrying. You
know I love everything you design.”

“Who says I’m
worried?”

She turns and cocks an
eyebrow at me. That’s hot. Like really hot. I lick my lips as I
think about how good she’d look spread out on the table for me.

“Ow,” I say as she
smacks me on the chest.

“Focus. I’ve known
you for half my life. So, I’m saying you’re worried, but you
shouldn’t be. You know what I love, and you left the interiors for
me.”

“You love it?
Really?”

“I do. It’s a
perfect second home. I mean, if it’s a second home.”

“It is. I’m not
looking to leave my family and friends or take a lesser role with the
company. I figured we could spend summers there, though.”

“That would be
wonderful. You’re wonderful. My present sucks in comparison.”

“I liked the
sucking.”

She rolls her eyes
before smacking me again. “Does your mind ever leave the gutter?”

“With you around? No.
I can’t say that it does.”

“I guess I should be
glad you still want me.”

“Always. Oh, and the
plans aren’t all I’m giving you.”

“Seriously, Ry?”

“Whose mind is in the
gutter now? I meant that I have something else planned as a gift. Can
I have mine now?”

“Yes,” she says
sheepishly. “But now that I know there’s something else, I feel
even more inadequate.”

“I’ll love whatever
you give me, so stop it with the crazy talk. No part of you is even
close to inadequate.”

She reaches into her
big purse and hands me a long box. I open it to see several pairs of
cufflinks that have a griffin with a butterfly on its nose on them.
Just like the glass sculpture I had made for her years ago. I don’t
know what she was worried about. There’s some for every occasion
and they’re perfect.

“They’re amazing,
sweetheart. I’ll have to go buy some more French cuff shirts so I
can wear them every day.”

“That’s part of
your present. I had a bunch made for you in all the colors you like.”

“Seriously? You are
the best wife ever.”

“I love you, Ry.”

“I love you too,
Chlo.”

I pick her up and carry
her back to bed. To go to sleep. She’s surprised when I say that,
but I tell her we have to get up early for her other present. She
grumbles a little, but I promise her she’ll like it. We fall asleep
like we normally do, with her head on my chest and my arms around
her. Perfect.

When we pull up to Mood
the next morning, Chloe turns to me with her eyes sparkling. “You’re
taking me to Mood? Are you going to buy me a ‘Thank you, Mood’
t-shirt?”

“If you want,” I
tell her with a laugh.

“Of course I want.
You know how much I love Project Runway.”

“I do.”

I can’t wait to walk
inside and have her see her real present. We’re not just here so
she can see the store. She practically runs inside and then comes to
a stop.

“Hi, Chloe,” says
her favorite designer from the show.

“You know my name?’

“Breathe, Chlo,” I
tell her with a laugh. “He’s here to design a few dresses for
you. He’ll show you all the sketches and then you’re going to
pick the fabrics.”

“Really? How did you
do this? I mean, I know you can do pretty much anything, but this?”

“Stella helped with
this, and Darcy helped with what comes next. Now go have fun while I
get the rest of your present. Oh, and you can pick the sketches you
like best or have them all. Whatever you want.”

She pulls me in for a
sexy and passionate kiss in the middle of the store. There’s some
clapping when we pull apart, and I leave with a smile. I owe Stella
big for this. I probably could’ve done it myself, but her
connections made it so much easier.

Darcy’s waiting for
me outside of the jewelry store. I give her a hug and we walk in. One
of her missions was helping find out which employee was stealing from
this store and then upgrading their security system. She arranged for
them to make a custom piece for me this week, even though they were
swamped.

“Hello, Mr. Griffin.”

I shake the owner’s
hand. “Please call me Ryan. And thank you for squeezing me in.”

“Anything for Darcy.
She really saved our business.”

She waves him off, but
she’s smiling. We go into a small office, and he pulls the earrings
out. They’re beautiful, made of sapphires and diamonds. Pretty
ironic. I thank him again and pay.

“Thanks for
everything, Darcy.”

“Anytime, Ryan. I’ll
see you guys later.”

I walk back into Mood
and can barely see Chloe over the pile of fabric on the cutting
table. She went for them all. I knew she would. I’m surprised by
some of the fabrics, though. They’re not her usual colors or
patterns.

“Trying something
new?”

“Ry,” she says
jumping into my arms and kissing me again. “Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.”