Building Our Love (Griffin Brothers #2) (17 page)

“Really? I’m glad.”

“Yes, really. Thanks
for spoiling me,” she adds as she leans up to kiss me lightly on
the lips. “So, what are we doing tonight?”

“I thought we might
check out a club that sounded cool if you’re up for it.”

“Sure. Do I have time
to shower and do my hair?”

“We have time to
shower, and I was hoping that you’d leave your hair down and
natural.”

“I can wear my hair
down for you, but that shower is pretty small for a joint shower.”

“It’s a good thing
that you’re pretty flexible, then.”

I reach for her and
start to walk her backwards into the bathroom, removing her clothes
and mine pretty quickly. We climb into the shower, and I remind her
just how flexible she is. After, I dry her off—I like to do that
ever since our bath together—andwe get dressed. I put on some black
slacks and a white button down shirt with no tie. I want to look
nice, but not too dressy. Chloe puts on this shiny dress that is a
cross between blue and green. It’s made up of strips of fabric and
hugs her body like a second skin. She never ceases to amaze me with
her clothing choices, and how hot she looks in everything.

“You look smoking
hot, as usual, sweetheart.”

“So do you, Ry.”

“Let’s go before I
decide that I should be the only guy to see you in that dress.”

“If you play your
cards right, you’ll get to see me out of it later.”

“It’s not a sure
thing?”

I bend my head and kiss
her neck as she sighs. “Yeah, it is. I just didn’t want you to
take me for granted, thinking I’ll just lay down and spread my legs
every night.”

I straighten and look
her in the eye, turning serious. “I don’t, Chlo. I can work for
it if you need me to. Am I not being romantic enough?”

“You’re incredibly
romantic, Ry. I-I just have some things to get past. But they’re my
issues, not yours. Let’s go have some fun.”

She heads for the door,
and I follow, taking her hand. I want to talk to her about what she
just said, but I can tell that she doesn’t. I can drop it for now,
but I will try to get her to open up to me once we get home. I don’t
want there to be any secrets between us anymore.

We have a great night
at the club, despite me having to glare at several guys. If looks
could kill, they’d be dead right now. Chloe and I dance for several
hours. I hold her tight for the slow songs and even tighter during
the fast ones as she grinds her ass into my cock. The club is inside
a hotel, and I wish I’d booked us a room here. By the time we make
it back to our room, I’m so hard that I’m in pain. But I don’t
want Chloe to think I’m expecting to make love to her, so I hold
back.

“Ryan, I can see how
hard you are. I’m hoping it’s me that made you that way, so let
me take care of that for you.” Chloe drops to her knees in front of
me and unzips my pants.

“Of course it’s you
that made me hard, but you don’t have to do this. I’m good with
just going to sleep if you want.”

“What I want is to
make you come in my mouth. I want to taste you and swallow it all
down.” She has me in her hands now, and all I can do is reach for
her hair.

“Fuck, Chlo.”

“I saw all of those
women in the club tonight looking at you, offering themselves to you,
even with me in your arms. They can’t have you. You’re mine. This
is mine.”

She takes me in her
mouth and proceeds to do exactly what she wanted. I come so hard that
I see stars. I fall to my knees in front of her because I can’t
stand. I also can’t speak coherently until a few minutes after I
come.

“I am yours, Chlo.
All yours. You’ve owned me since I was a 17 year old kid. I want to
take you to the bed and show you that you’re mine, too, but I need
a minute before I can stand.”

A look of sadness flits
across her face for a second, but is gone before I can ask her what’s
wrong. She replaces it with a flirty smile. “We don’t have to go
all the way to the bed, Ry.”

She reaches for the hem
of her dress, but I stop her, pulling her closer to me. I reach out
for the top of her dress, pushing the wide neckline down to under her
breasts. I snap open her bra and push it aside so her beautiful
breasts are free before me. Her pretty pink nipples are hard and
erect, and I’m halfway hard again already, too. I run my thumbs
over them as she arches her back, pushing into me.

“I lost count of how
many guys I had to glare at tonight. They wanted to touch and taste
these.”

I pull her dress
further down as I move my hands down her stomach. When it’s pooled
around her knees, I move my hands back up, cupping her mound with one
hand as I use my other to reach around her and tear her tiny thong
off. I gently push her backward onto the floor, pulling her dress
completely off.

“They wanted to taste
you here, too, and sink their cocks into your wet pussy. But you’re
only wet for me, aren’t you sweetheart?”

“Yes, Ry. Please.”

“Please, what?”

“I need you.”

“Do you need my
fingers?” I ask as I slide two into her and then back out. “Or my
mouth?” I bend down and give her a lick. “Or is it my cock that
you want? I move forward and put the tip at her entrance.

“Any of them. All of
them. Please, Ry, please.” She’s writhing on the floor, and I’m
rock hard again.

“You’re mine,
aren’t you Chloe?”

“Yes. I’m all yours
and only yours, Ryan.”

That’s all I need to
hear. I move back and thrust into her hard, pressing my fingers onto
her clit and attaching my mouth to her breast. She said that she
needed all three, and I give them to her, making us both come hard
and long. Then I take her to the bed and give them to her again and
again for the next few hours. I hope the walls in this hotel are
thick.

* * *

Chloe

Ryan wakes me up with
little kisses on my shoulder. “Good morning. I was going to order
breakfast, but I thought you might like to try a local café
instead.”

“I would love that.
Do I have time to shower before we check out?”

“You can shower, but
we aren’t checking out.”

“We aren’t? We have
to be back at work tomorrow. You have meetings.”

“Relax, Chlo. We’ll
be back tomorrow. They have a fancy restaurant here that has a thing
called a Royal Table for special occasions. I want to take you there
for dinner, so I booked the room for an extra night. That way we can
come back here and change after our day in the city. I have a local
pilot on standby in case we miss our flight.”

I grab a pen and piece of hotel
paper off the pad on the nightstand and begin to write. Then, I hand
it to him.

Reason #42 that you are AWESOME and I LOVE YOU: You’re the most
romantic man ever.

“Well, I don’t know
about ever, but I’m glad you’re enjoying my efforts.”

“I am, Ry. Everything
has been amazing so far. Thank you.”

“You don’t have to
thank me. I love planning things for you and me to do. And that’s
not just the alpha me talking. I like that I can make you happy.”

I sit up and cup his
cheek as I look at him, wanting to make sure he sees and hears the
sincerity behind the words I say to him. “You do make me happy, and
I know it’s not all about control to you. I appreciate the fact
that you’ve picked places for us that aren’t necessarily where
you would want to go. Like the butterfly garden.”

He can’t help but
laugh. “Yeah. I definitely wouldn’t have gone there alone, but it
was awesome to experience with you.”

“Yes, it was. Now, I
better go get ready so you can amaze me some more.”

I kiss him lightly and
then head into the bathroom to shower. Alone. We both know when there
are times that we need to shower separately so we can actually get
ready to go places. I come out and put on a green and white checked
dress while he takes his shower. The lines look painted on and are
not straight, so it’s a little more fun. I wear green flats and my
original butterfly necklace. I’m pretty sure that most of the day
will be casual, but I don’t want to wear jeans again. I think the
dress is a good choice.

“You look beautiful.”
Ryan comes up behind me and kisses my neck.

“Is this dress okay
for wherever we’re going today? I didn’t want to overdress, but I
wanted to be pretty for you.”

He spins me around to
face him, keeping his hands on my shoulders. “You are always pretty
to me.”

“Even when I wake up
with my hair a crazy mess?”

“Um, yeah. How often
have we made love in the mornings, Chlo?”

“Pretty much every
morning.”

“Then there you go,
sweetheart.”

I look him over. He’s
in jeans and a black t-shirt that hugs his muscles. God, I love it
when he dresses down. He notices me looking and pulls my face back
up.

“Eyes up here. I have
plans for today. You can ravish me once we get home.”

“I never thought I’d
hear you turn down sex.”

“I’m not turning
you down, just postponing so I can romance you some more. My body is
yours later tonight.”

“And tomorrow night?”

“Every night, Chloe.
For as long as you want me.”

“Then plan on
forever, Ryan.”

“I was counting on
it.” He pulls me close and kisses me sweetly before taking my hand
and leading me out the door.

We grab a quick
breakfast at a café down the street and then spend the morning at
Butchart Gardens. It’s amazing there with all of the different
areas. I love the Japanese Garden the most, especially when Ryan
kisses me on one of the bridges while another tourist takes our
picture for us. We have lunch at The Dining Room restaurant, which is
located in what was once the family home. After, we head to the gift
shop where I pick out some cool metal tree sculptures for our house.
Obviously, I will have Owen do most of the art, but I like having
things to remember our trip by, as well.

I hear my phone buzzing in my bag
while Ryan is paying, so I step outside to see who’s texting me.
When I look at the display, I feel sick.

Adam: Listen you little bitch. I heard you were back with Griffin.
Remember if you breathe even one word to him about our agreement,
we’ll bury that family. Along with your father. And then I’ll
fuck you so hard that you won’t even remember him. I may invite
some friends along to join me, too.

I don’t respond,
because I have nothing to say to that bastard. I know the agreement.
I also know that he’d have to kill me before I’d have sex with
him. Ryan comes out with our bags before I can think any more about
the text. I kiss him and smile, worried that things are going to
change if Adam doesn’t keep his distance.

We spend the rest of
the afternoon shopping. We go to the touristy Government Street and
then branch out into several other areas. I let Ryan buy me some
things, but I insist on paying for others. I also buy him a few
things. I can tell he wants to fight me on it, but he doesn’t.
Sometimes, the alpha can be tamed. We take a taxi back to the hotel
because we’re both loaded down with bags.

Since we’re going to
eat at a Royal Table, I have the perfect dress. I almost didn’t
bring it because I didn’t know if I would need something like it,
but I’m glad that I did. It’s black with a fitted top covered in
white embroidered lace pieces that flow into the full skirt. It has
short, sheer sleeves, and the back is sheer on top, covered with more
embroidery. It feels like something royal.

I’m just putting on
my diamond butterfly earrings when Ryan comes out of the bathroom in
a black suit. He looks so yummy that I want to rip it off of him. But
I can wait. Dinner is going to be romantic, and I want that, too. He
smiles when he sees me.

“Chloe. I don’t
think there are any more descriptive words to describe how good you
look. That dress is beautiful and perfect for tonight. You’re
stunning, as usual. I’m the luckiest man in the universe.”

“You look pretty good
yourself.”

There’s a knock at
the door before we can say more. It’s the bellman coming to take
our luggage which will be held at the bell desk until we’re done
with dinner. I am glad this dress is a little longer and also
comfortable, despite being so fancy. I won’t have time to change
after dinner.

The restaurant is
beautiful and the Royal Table service is very romantic and special.
After dinner, we head to the airport where we board the small private
plane home. We missed our commercial flight, but I’m actually happy
about that. With the connections, we would have been home two hours
later that way. There is a lot that I can do with my man in two
hours, and I make great use of that extra time once we’re back at
Ryan’s condo.

Ryan

It’s been crazy at
work. The Seattle building is almost done. Progress reports and
questions have been coming in daily. Chloe has had to shoulder much
of the work as I have other buildings in different stages of
development that I can’t ignore. We’ve been putting in long hours
at the office and then pretty much collapsing once we get home to one
of our places.

We’ve had pretty much
no sex life the last couple of weeks, except for a quickie here and
there in my office or in the morning before work. It sucks, but we’ll
debut the building in a couple of weeks, and then things will calm
down a little. I’m not as personally involved in the buildings we
do for others. I have junior architects who can handle most of the
work on those while I make it up to Chloe. Although I’m hoping I
can do that sooner rather than later.

Tonight is Danny’s
bachelor party. Since all of the girls except Candi would kill us if
we went to a strip club, we’re doing poker night at Owen’s again.
I’m looking forward to hanging out with the guys, who I have seen
even less than Chloe. My dad is joining us too, which makes me even
happier. I have a big favor to ask him.