Estelle In Denver (In Denver Series Book 2) (7 page)

Watching Estelle get off the plane and run to me, made me unbelievably happy. I could tell she missed me when she jumped and wrapped those long legs around my waist and kissed me. I also knew what heaven felt like. I keep my hands around her waist, but I seriously want to grab her ass. She grinds a little on my dick and I know I need to put her down before I cum in my pants. I haven't fucked anyone since I first saw her almost a year and a half ago. I tried, but my dick has decided it belongs to Estelle, and Estelle alone. My father always told us boys that when we find our soul mates, we would be ruined for all other women, but I didn't realize he meant my dick would go into hibernation. Having only a few layers of clothing separating me from everything I’ve ever wanted is proving to be too much. I put her in the passenger seat and buckle her seat belt. I go to pull away, but she grabs the back of my neck and gives me a kiss that makes my cock leak. How the fuck am I supposed to drive with all ten and half inches of my dick rock hard?

I try to think of shit to turn me off, ok think of nasty shit I’ve seen on Facebook. Like the picture of the guy with half his scalp missing and his head is filled with maggots. Nope still hard. The weird naked dude in the duck bathroom with the clown face paint. Nope still hard. The pictures of the horribly dressed people in Walmart’s all over the country. Ok, I feel myself softening. At least I’m not in pain anymore, and I can sit kind of comfortably. I get in and when Princess wraps her fingers with mine, I’m a goner. She tells me we are a couple. She calls me her boyfriend and I feel like a middle school kid with his first girlfriend. Not one other woman counted until Estelle. So I guess she is my first girlfriend. Then I tell her we are going home. I mean it, no matter what happens her place is with me.

The house next door to Easton and Kennedy just went on the market. I’ve filled out the paperwork to put in an offer before I came to get Princess. Kennedy and I have gone to Harry Winston in Chicago, to find my girl the perfect ring. It doesn’t have some mystical story like Kennedy’s does, but Kennedy assured me that this was the perfect ring for her best friend, and I can say one thing for sure, my sister-in-law knows her shit. We spent five hours looking for the perfect ring, she said Estelle was all about elegance. I didn’t need to slip a rock the size of a small planet on her finger, but Kennedy said it needed to be big enough to make BITCHES jealous.

I’ve finally walked away with the Belle by Harry Winston. It is a Round Diamond Micropave. I’ve gone with the four full carats and also got the matching his and her bands. When we get to the apartment building. I’m thinking of all the things Dr. Franklin has told me. I need to let Estelle initiate contact; I need to let her set the pace for a physical relationship, and I need to watch for cues that she isn't comfortable. Estelle has it ingrained in her mind that she can't say no, even if she isn't comfortable she might not say anything. It's my job to read her body language.

We walk through the door, and everyone yells surprise. And I can see my Princess is surprised; she is surprised everyone would come to see her. She hugs Kennedy, and when she hugs Tristan, I want to smash his head. I know they have never looked at each other that way, but looking at her wrapped up in another man’s arms has my rage bubbling. Tristan, being the dickhead he is, calls me on it. Then her dad and Salvatore greet her, but it's her brother’s hug that shows how much work she had put in since she went away. She doesn’t cringe when he touches her, instead she seems to soak up the affection. When I think of her spending so much of her life with nothing but angry, hurtful contact, it breaks my heart. Her brother pulls out a flash drive and sticks in into my TV. I hope I don't have a repeat performance of what happened to the last TV, but the pictures flashing aren't of Estelle. These are of her mother and Antonio. They look so much in love, like they could conquer the world together.

I see the hurt on Antonio face, knowing that he lost his one great love so senselessly. They would have been happy together, but Edwin destroyed that, and when he still wasn't satisfied. He tried to destroy their daughter, but she was stronger than him in mind and body.

When everyone says their goodbye, my girl excuses herself to take a shower and get ready for bed. She comes out of the bathroom with her hair wrapped in a towel and a towel around her body. I try to focus my attention anywhere but on her almost naked body, when I notice she is heading towards the guest room. She comes back out, dragging her bags behind her and opens the top drawer of my dresser. She starts piling all my shit on the bench in front of my bed and starts putting her stuff in my drawers.

“Rhydian, we are going to have to talk about closet space. I need more drawer room.”

I’m shocked, but I make my way to the stuff on the bench and literally throw all that shit on the closet floor. I don’t give a shit about my socks right now. All I care about is that my girl is moving her stuff into our space. When she goes to the next drawer, I try to stop her when she pulls out the box from Harry Winston, but she merely turns to me and hands me the box.

“When you're ready and I’m ready, I want a string quartet, and rose petals, and someone singing the most amazing love song because I deserve it.” I have to get used to Estelle speaking so confidently.

I can't help the smile because that's exactly how I had planned to propose. Call me cheesy if you want. A man in love will make a damn fool of himself to make his girl happy.

She unwraps her hair and it falls down her back. She walks up to me and says, “I’m not ready for sex yet. It's going to take me awhile to get there, but I want to taste every inch of you and I want you to taste every inch of me, so go shower and I will be here waiting for you in our bed.”

I hadn’t known I had the ability to teleport, but I did I find myself showered and ready for bed in about six minutes. When I come out, there are candles lit and soft music playing in the background. I’m not sure where the hell the whip cream and chocolate sauce have come from, but I have my suspicions. They had been brought in by Kennedy. When I look towards the bed, Estelle is naked and she is laying with her head propped on her arm, watching me take in the room.

“Rhydian, come here. I want you to come to edge of the bed and just stand there,” she says seductively.

I look at her and it amazes me how beautiful she is. I walk over to the bed like she asked, and see her crawling on her hands and knees towards me. She unwraps the towel and just stares at my cock for a minute. She seems a little unsure of herself, so I take this moment to rub my hands up and down her back. With each pass of my hands on her back, I'm getting closer to the prize. She starts to slowly lick me from my balls all the way up to the slit on my cock head.

I continue to slide my hands down to her ass, but this time I go a little further. I slide just the tip of my finger near the entrance of her pussy and pause awaiting her reaction. I feel her tense up slightly, so I pull back and continue to just rub her back and ass. I’m so wrapped up in the feeling of her skin under my hands, it took me by surprise when I felt her mouth wrap around my cock and take me to the back of her throat. I tap her on her shoulders to get her attention and look down into her eyes.

“Princess, as much as I would enjoy that, you don’t have to if you are not comfortable.”

“Rhydian, I might not be able to do more than this, but I will never know if I don’t try, babe. I want to do this for you,” she says.

“How about we do this, Princess, with me laying down on the bed, and you can continue at your pace and explore until your heart is content.”

I climb to the middle of the bed. She looks at me with a little more light in her eyes, like she can't believe I would give up so much control to her. She then crawls back up the bed to me and gives me a kiss and says “thank you”.

She turns around and starts back to what amounts to making love to my cock with her mouth. I'm caressing her ass because no matter how much I try, I can't resist it. She turns and looks at me. “Babe, can we try something, and if I don't like it, can we stop?”

“Anything for you, Princess,” I pant, right about now she could ask me for anything.

I’m wondering what she has planned and then BOOM, she's on me in the sixty-nine position. I don’t stop to think, I just dive right in. I mean come on, I’m a horny male who hasn't had any pussy in two years, with her nice juicy pussy on my face, so I feast on it. She doesn't stop me or tense up, so I take that as my okay to continue.

I wake up in a cold sweat; the nightmares are back. I run to the bathroom to throw up. I sit on the side of the tub with my eyes closed. I’m scared if I open them, this will all have been a dream. Maybe I didn't escape, maybe I'm still stuck in that house with Edwin. Suddenly, I feel a cold rag wiping my face.

“You’re okay, Princess. I've got you.”

Oh God, it’s Rhydian's voice, it’s real, and I’m safe.

“I thought this was a dream that I was still at Edwin’s.” I’m trying to stop my body from shuddering but the nightmare felt so real, the fear I felt was real.

“No, Princess. You're here with me, and you're not going anywhere ever, so get used to it. Now, let's get you back to bed, baby,” he says, kissing my forehead. When he pulls me to his chest I feel his heart racing as fast as mine is.

“I’m sorry, I woke you up. I know you have to work in the morning.”

“Actually, I took a few day off to spend with my favorite girl,” he says grinning. “Let’s go do that cuddling thing boyfriends and girlfriends do and in a few hours we will head out for breakfast.”

“No, let’s call in for something. I want to spend a few days right here in bed with you; we have a lot of catching up to do.” I say in a seductive tone, I know as long as I’m with Rhydian, nothing can hurt me.

He looks at me as if to ask if I am sure.

“Come on Rhydian, I’m feeling safer around you. I know you would never hurt me and I want this with you.”

I stretch my body as I get out of bed. I grab his hand and coax him out of bed. We walk into the bathroom and I have him stand against the wall opposite the shower door. Backing away slowly, I start to strip my clothes off and notice his hands start to twitch.

“Nope, big boy. You are going to stay right there and enjoy the show,” I say teasingly.

. Reaching in and starting the shower, I set the water to the perfect temperature—not hot enough for it to be steamy in the room and just cool enough that when I’m not under the water my nipples will become stiff peaks. I can see he is getting antsy so after taking off my bra and panties, I flick them at him and step into the shower. He chuckles while forcing himself to stay against the wall. Once in the shower, I get my body nice and wet, and start the process of slowly soaping my body. Next thing I know, I feel solid arms come around me. He takes my ear between his teeth and give a little tug, then whispers in my ear, “Nice show, Princess, but you can only tempt a man so much.”

He reaches for my chin, turned it towards him, and takes my mouth in an all-consuming kiss that leaves me breathless. While his other hand is slowly traveling down my stomach until he finally stops at my pussy. As I’m thinking he's just going to hold me in this position, I’m proven wrong. He breaks the kiss, pulls his chest from my back, while his fingers start rubbing circles on my clit. First he’s going clockwise then he switches to counter-clockwise, all the while driving me into a frenzy.

I look at him over my shoulder and say, “Rhydian, please, baby. I want more, I need more, and I need you, all of you.”

“Okay, Princess. Your wish is my command. Now, put your hands up on the wall and don't move them.”

I wonder what he has planned when he puts his hands on my shoulders, steps back, slides his hands down to my hips, and pulls me toward him.

He whisper, “Princess, I have wanted you like this for so long. I don't know if I'll be able to hold back.”

“I don't want you to hold back. I want all you can give.” I demand.

He takes the head of his cock and rubs it from my ass to my clit and back, then suddenly he thrust deep, causing me to gasp.

He stills and I cry out, “Oh God, Rhydian. Please baby, don’t stop. I want it harder, faster, make me scream your name.”

He picks up his pace, and it’s all I can do to keep my arms on the wall and not smack my head into the tile.

Then he pulls out, turning me, and rasps, “I want to look in your eyes as you cum all over my cock.”

He now has my back pinned to the shower wall and his cock is back inside my throbbing pussy. I can not only feel the walls of my pussy tighten, but the muscles in his body, so I know we are both close. I make sure to look him in the eyes and try to convey to him how much he has come to mean to me, as we both come together. Me screaming his name and him screaming mine. We take a few minutes to catch our breath and I look at him.

“Let’s continue this in bed, babe. I’m not done tasting your body yet,” I purr.

We go into the bedroom and start all over again. He wakes me up a few times throughout the night for repeat performances. Finally, about four in the morning, I lay my head on his chest, and fall asleep with a smile on my face.

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After three days in bed, Rhydian and I need proper food. Forty-eight hours of nonstop sex makes you hungry. We decide to head to the Denver Diner, where I order the stuffed French toast. Just then, Rhydian shoots up from his seat and runs out the diner to catch a beautiful dark hair woman walking with a boy who’s about eight. The minute the boy turns around my heart stops, he’s a Kerrigan and he looks like a clone of Rhydian. He has the same dimples, the same smile, and green eyes—just like Liam’s, Michael's, and Killian’s, but hair that is the same color as Easton’s, Rhydian’s, and Stacy’s.

I’m watching them, and I notice Rhydian's face is bright with rage. He points to the diner directly at me, and the dark haired women nods her head towards the boy. As she looks at me she puts a forced smile on her face, the boy looks confused, but finally heads in to the diner and sits across from me.

“Hello, I’m Estelle. What's your name?” I smile.

He doesn't speak, he just looks towards the parking lot where Rhydian and his mother are arguing animatedly.

“Would you like something to eat? I can order you something or we can share mine?”

He looks towards my plate. I signal for the server to bring another plate and I take three of the six pieces of stuffed French toast off my plate.

He smiles, and I can see he is missing two of his front teeth.

I look out the window again and see Rhydian and the women are now sitting on the bench. Her shoulders are hanging in shame. She is crying, and Rhydian is looking at the ground. He looks like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. I want to know what the hell is going on, who is this woman and what does she have to do with Rhydian? Is this Rhydian’s son? Am I ready to be a step-mom if he is the boy’s father?

“Is that your mom? She is very beautiful.” I look towards the women and Rhydian again suspiciously.

The little boy looks at me, but still says nothing.

“I like your wolf necklace.” I point the wolf pendant around his neck.

He smiles.

“Thank you. It's my spirit animal. Grandfather says all Ute warriors have a Spirit animal.”

“You have beautiful eyes.” I study his face trying to figure out exactly what I’m seeing.

He frowns "I hate them, I wish I had brown eyes. The kids on the RES make fun of me because I have a white father. They call me the half breed, they say my father didn't want me or my mother.”

“I don't think that’s true at all, wolf.”

He giggles, “My name isn’t Wolf, it’s Michael.”

The fork that has been aiming for my mouth, has now stabbed me in the nose.

I look out the window and I lock eyes with Rhydian. I nod my head and he and Katie head towards a blue Dodge Durango. I see Katie look at her son with such love, but also such hurt in her eyes. She stops mid-stride and changes directions heading back towards the diner and her son. I hear the ding of the door, and I see her rush towards her son.

“Mom can I finish my French toast with Ms. Estelle? “ She looks to me and I move to the other side of the booth so she can sit next to her son. We don't speak.

In a voice almost like a whisper, she says, “I’m just not ready.”

I want to yell, seriously bitch, the kids about eight. How much more time to you need to tell Michael he has a son, but I ask myself WWABD? Also known as What Would A Brennan Do?

So I answer her like Kennedy or the Brennan’s would.

“Katie, right? You’re like the ghost of his past. Everyone knows about you, but no one dares mention your name.”

I think of my words carefully, so the little boy doesn't understand who we are talking about.

“You don’t have to be ready, this isn't about you or him, this is about Wolf,” I see the little boy smile.

“He needs to know,” I say, trying to sound as understandable as possible.

Wolf puts his fork down.

"I know Michael Kerrigan is my father, everyone knows his name on the RES. It’s not a secret and I have Google. Even I know what he looks like.”

Well, FUCK! I’m sure Katie is thinking the same.

“My mom is a teacher, she takes care of me. We live in a tiny house and Michael Kerrigan lives in a castle. I don't want him to be my dad. I don't want anyone to be my dad. I don’t need one. I don’t need him coming around. And Ms. Estelle, I think you're stupid and mean, and you think just because I’m a kid I didn't know what you were talking about. You tell your stupid boyfriend and his stupid brother that my mom and I don’t need either of them.”

Wolf slides the plate off the table and it crashes to the ground. Katie gets up to clean it and Wolf runs out. I kneel down next to her.

“Go be with Wolf. I will clean this up,” I say sadly.

She nods and goes after her son.

As I pick up the last of the plate, I see Rhydian on the phone sitting on the bench outside. He looks defeated, and about ten minutes later Michael come flying through the parking lot. Michael gets out of the driver's seat and does not even close his door. When he makes it into the diner, I look at him and just shake my head. He walks to the booth.

“Is it true, Estelle?” I pull out my phone and show him the video I secretly recorded of Wolf.

“Oh my god, Estelle. How could Katie have kept him from me?" He is squeezing my phone so hard his fingers have gone white I hear the anger in his voice, but also a touch of sadness like he knows exactly why she kept Wolf from him.

“I don’t know, but Michael that kid is angry. He's been told all his life you didn't want him or his mother. He is bullied on the reservation. And Katie, more than anything, seems scared. I don't know the whole story, but maybe just let it settle for a few days. Emotions are running high right now. You need to think of Wolf.”

“His name is Wolf?”

My guts wrench at what I’m about to say next. “No, his name isn't Wolf. His name is Michael,” I say in a whisper. “His name is Michael.”