Building Our Love (Griffin Brothers #2) (28 page)

“Yours? What, are you
a piece of property, Chloe? You let him say that you belong to him? I
know he’s a big deal, but come on. Have some respect woman.”

“We belong to each
other, Liam. And he’s a verybigdeal.” I have to smirk at that.
“Not that our relationshipis any of your business.”

“My business is to
protect my employees. I’m sorry Chloe. I knew that Liam was
abrasive, but I had no idea he was harassing you.” An older
gentleman stands and glowers at Liam. “You’ll not work on any of
my properties again, ever.”

“Like I need you, old
man.” Liam storms out of the ballroom.

“I’m sorry for
causing a scene, Mr. Williams.”

“You’re not the
cause of this, Chloe. Now, introduce us to your young man. I’ve
heard of him, of course.”

Chloe introduces us,
and I take the seat next to her. “You look so fucking amazing,
Chlo. I can’t wait to peel that dress off of you at your flat,” I
whisper in her ear.

“We don’t have to
go that far. I got us a room here in the hotel.”

“Have I told you
lately that I love you, sweetheart?”

“Yes. But I don’t
think that you can over say it.”

“I love you. I love
you. I love you. I love you.”

“Okay. Maybe I was
wrong.” Chloe is laughing as she places a hand over my mouth.

We eat and dance for
the next few hours. We hang out at my parents’ table for a little
while, too, chatting with everyone. The whole family flew in to
support Chloe and Owen. Everyone in the rooms seems to stop by the
table or come up to us on the dance floor to tell Chloe how great the
hotel looks. Mr. Williams gives a great speech, thanking both Chloe
and Owen. After that, Chloe grabs my hand and leads me from the
ballroom.

* * *

Chloe

I pull Ryan out of the
ballroom and head to the elevators. He’s been making me crazy in
his tux all night. I need him inside of me. He pulls me to a stop in
the lobby.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,
Chloe. Your work is amazing as usual.” He’s looking around with a
big smile on his face.

“Thanks, Ry. Now
let’s go upstairs and see how comfortable the beds I ordered are.”

“I’m not going to
argue with that.”

It seems to take the
elevator too long to get to the top floor. I wanted to throw him
against the wall, but I know there are security cameras, and I don’t
want to give those guys a show. We make it into one of the penthouse
suites, and I’m on him as the door clicks shut.

I push his jacket off
while I attach my mouth to his. I’m rubbing against him as I undo
his tie and throw it to the side. I rip the buttons off his shirt as
I pull it apart. I moan as I run my hands over his chest. He has my
zipper down, and my dress falls to my knees. I step out of it without
breaking the kiss.

“Fuck, Chloe.” Ryan
pulls back to look at me naked in front of him. “If I’d known you
were commando, I wouldn’t have made it through dinner.”

“You saw the dress.
How would I wear a bra and panties under it?”

“Point taken.”

“Great. Now can you
put your point in me and take me now?”

Ryan laughs so hard he
has to bend over. I put my hands on my hips and glare at him.
“Seriously? You’re laughing while I’m standing here naked?
Maybe you didn’t miss me this last month.”

He stands up and
quickly takes off his pants and boxers. His large erection springs
free. “Does it look like I didn’t miss you, sweetheart? You’re
just so adorable when you get turned on and start saying funny
things.”

“Adorable? Just what
every woman wants to hear when she’s naked and wet for her man.”
I know that I’m being pouty, but I wanted him to be as out of
control as I was.

Ryan reaches for me,
and I’m in his arms before I can even think about it. He carries me
into the main bedroom and sets me on the edge of the bed. “I
already said that you’re the hottest woman I’ve ever met. You can
see how hard I am for you. There’s nothing wrong with being sexy as
fuck as well as being adorable. In fact, I love that you can be both.
Sex should be fun and it always is with you, Chloe. Now watch me show
you just how hot and sexy I think you are.”

Ryan drops to his knees
in front of me and lifts my legs over his shoulders. He moves back
and forth between my thighs. He’s biting and licking as I writhe
above him. He finally puts his mouth where I need it. As he sucks on
my clit while darting his tongue out to lick me, he puts two fingers
in me. It only takes a few pumps before I’m coming apart and
screaming his name.

Ryan kisses his way up
my body until he reaches my ear. “Will you ride me, sweetheart? I
want to play with your breasts, but I can’t wait to be inside of
you.”

“Do you even have to
ask? I love riding your cock. Now roll over.”

He moves off of me and
onto his back. I climb onto him and sink all the way down. We both
moan as he fills me up. I lean forward and grab the headboard as I
slide up and down. My breasts are right where he wants them, and he
starts licking and sucking one while his hands squeeze them both. He
switches sides as I move faster. His fingers pinch one nipple while
his teeth bite my other, and I explode again. As I’m shuddering, he
follows me over, his head flying backward as my nipple slips out of
his mouth. Seeing him with the look of ecstasy on his face while he
is shooting himself into me sends me into another orgasm. I collapse
onto his chest, and he wraps me in his big arms.

“Now do you believe
that I missed you, Chlo?”

“I always knew you
missed me. You just weren’t giving me your cock fast enough.”

“God, you get more
amazing every day. I promise to try to meet your needs better from
now on.”

“You always meet my
needs. I was just impatient because you looked so hot in your tux.”

“You looked hotter. I
seriously thought that I was going to have to throw down with some of
the guys in that ballroom.”

“Really? What about
that woman who grabbed your ass?”

“She was like 90!”

“You might be into
that extreme cougar thing.”

“If you don’t know
by now that I like younger women, especially an adorably sexy blonde
one, then I don’t know what else to do.”

“Maybe you could make
love to me again. That might clear my head.”

“Oh, that I can do.”

Ryan moves over me and
then spends all night reminding me that it’s me he wants. We stay
in bed the whole next day, too, ordering up room service. I’m sad
that our time here is going to end soon. I had planned on us spending
the day sightseeing, but I didn’t want to go out into the world. I
feel bad for ruining his dream of us seeing London together, though.

“What time do we have
to leave for the airport tomorrow?”

“We aren’t leaving
tomorrow, Chlo. I mean, not unless you want to.”

“Don’t you have to
get back?”

“Nope. I’ve spent
the last three months learning how to delegate, and now I can spend
the next week exploring London with you. If you still want to do
that.”

“Of course I do. I
felt so guilty about keeping you locked up in here because I thought
today was our only day for sightseeing.”

“I wasn’t exactly a
prisoner, sweetheart.”

“I know, but you had
talked about wanting to be in London with me, and here I was tempting
you back into bed.”

“You can tempt me
into bed anytime. But I’m glad that we can go out and have some
fun. I planned a few things but left time open so that we can do
whatever you want, too.”

“Planning our days
for us, again, huh? That sounds perfect.”

It was a perfect week.
We went to museums, the Tower of London, Westminster Abbey, and
Covent Garden. Ryan surprised me with the Harry Potter tour and an
overnight trip to Stratford-upon-Avon. He also took me to Bond Street
and Harrods, where I bought some great clothes. On our last night, he
rented out a capsule on the London Eye. We had champagne and
chocolates as we enjoyed the view and each other. Of course we gave
each other notes at random times and made love all over the city. It
was the best week of my life.

Six months later

Chloe

The wedding is about to
start, and I’m excited to be a part of it. Yasmin is in a white
halter dress with silver glittery dots all over it. The bridesmaids,
including me, are in 50’s style black dresses with a silver rose
print. We’re carrying bouquets of deep purple flowers. The tent is
decorated in deep purples and black with crystal and silver accents.
It’s really beautiful.

We walk down the aisle,
and I smile at Ryan when I get to the front. He winks at me and
smiles, too. The guys are in black suits with purple shirts and no
ties. Scott would wear a full tux if that’s what Yasmin wanted. She
wanted him to be comfortable and let some of his tattoos show. I know
that he has a new one for her, and since they spent last night apart,
she hasn’t seen it yet.

Everyone rises as
Yasmin comes down the aisle with my dad. Since her parents died, she
asked my dad to walk her. She knows how important he is to Scott, and
he happily said yes. Scott steps out into the aisle to meet them and
hugs John before taking Yasmin’s hand and walking the couple of
steps back to the minister.

The ceremony goes like
normal and then the minister says that they’ve written their own
vows. He asks Scott to go first. Scott takes a deep breath and then
begins to speak.

“When I met you, Yas,
I felt things that I had never felt for anyone else. That scared me,
and I acted like an ass. You challenged me and didn’t take my shit.
I admitted my love for you here in Chicago. You showed me your love
and supported me through some of the hardest times of my life. You
also gave me some of the best times of my life. I screwed up and
almost lost you. I wasn’t sure that I could go on after screwing up
so badly, but I pulled myself through—with help—and did what I
had to in order to win you back and show you my love. I’m so
thankful to you for giving me another chance and helping to show me
that I am worthy of your love. I love you so much, and I’ll do
everything in my power to show you that for the rest of my life.”

Tears are running down
Yasmin’s face, and she has to take a moment to compose herself
before she says her vows next.

“When we met, I was
in a bad place. I was struggling financially and emotionally. You
made me feel things that I never thought I could. You put up with me
being an emotional wreck and wooed me beyond belief. We had some
rough times, but also some completely amazing ones that have blown my
mind. I realized here in this city that my love for you was so
intense that I didn’t just want you, I needed you. And you needed
me. Thank you for wooing me and doing all of the wonderful things
that you did to win me back. I wake up every morning thanking God for
giving me you. I love you more than my next breath, and I can’t
wait to continue our life together.”

There’s not a dry eye
in the tent when they are named husband and wife. Scott steps away
from Yasmin, pulling open his shirt so that she can see his new
tattoo. Ryan told me what it is: an open book with a stylized “YAS”
written on it. It is on his left pec over his heart. Yasmin lets out
a cry and reaches forward to press a kiss to it. “I love you so
much, Pretty Boy.”

“I love you too, my
beautiful Yas.” He leans over then and gives her the traditional
wedding kiss, only a little more passionate than some I have seen.
It’s so wonderful to see Scott with someone who loves him.

I can’t wait for it
to someday be me and Ryan up in front of our friends getting married.
I know he’ll ask me one day. He told me he has the ring, but
nothing’s been mentioned about it again. If I’m being honest with
myself, I’m a little sad that he hasn’t asked me yet. Both of our
birthdays as well as Christmas and Valentine’s Day, have passed
already. I just have to keep having faith in him and in us. It’ll
happen when he’s ready. I know it.

Instead of going back
down the aisle, Scott and Yasmin stay at the front, hugging and
kissing all of us. The photographer takes some pics, and then Scott
sweeps Yasmin off her feet and carries her down the aisle and across
to the reception tent.

We’ve eaten a great
meal, danced, and had cake. The bouquet gets tossed and somehow I
catch it. Ryan catches the garter, which looks like it was thrown
directly to him. I blush as Owen and Luke start telling Ryan that he
better put “a ring on it.” I punch them both because I don’t
need any more pressure on him, as it seems like he’s not ready for
that next step yet. After our obligatory dance, Ryan leans in and
asks me to meet him in the treehouse in five minutes. Just like he
did on my 14th birthday.

My legs are shaking as
I climb up a few minutes later. I poke my head inside and am glad
that there’s an actual staircase up. If I was on a ladder, I
probably would’ve fallen. Besides the twinkling lights that I was
kind of expecting, there are at least 100 slips of paper hanging from
the roof. Ryan is kneeling in the middle of a heart made out of white
rose petals. I climb all the way in and walk towards him, seeing the
writing on a few of the papers as I go. They are all love notes
telling me reasons that I am awesome and he loves me.

I stop in front of him,
trying to keep my legs from shaking.

“Ry?”

“Hi, sweetheart. I
told you that I would make us a good memory in here. This is where
our relationship began over eight years ago. We’ve had some rough
times, and I thought that we should start over again here.”

He pulls a velvet
jewelry box from his pocket. When he flicks it open, I see a
beautiful round diamond surrounded by butterflies in different
gemstones. It’s the most beautiful ring that I’ve ever seen, and
it’s also so me. Ryan takes my hand.