Something Special
Staring at the round vintage diamond ring sitting perfectly in the velvet black case my grandfather gave me, I become anxious and even nervous. I run the tip of my finger around the halo of paved diamonds surrounding the large center stone and exhale the pent-up air I’ve been holding all day.
This is it.
I’m going to ask Isabel to marry me.
My heart is beating in my throat because there’s a chance Isabel can always say no.
She would forever be sharing her life with me.
Does she really want that?
I have no idea, but I’m about to find out.
I pocket the ring making my way to my soon-to-be wife. Isabel is in the kitchen with a frosting bag in her hands, adding thick swirls of chocolate on top of cupcakes. She spends her time becoming a more qualified baker than me. She chops strawberries, placing them on top of the thick curl of chocolate frosting. My dick twitches in my pants, hardening at the sight of Isabel in my kitchen cutting strawberries and licking chocolate off her fingers.
I walk around the kitchen island and grab her hips, pulling Isabel back against my chest, so she can feel the bulge in my jeans.
“I’m busy, Hunter.”
I run my nose up the side of my neck, inhaling deeply. “You smell like chocolate and strawberries. The things I’d kill to do to you right now.”
Smiling, I lick the frosting off her fingers and she wiggles her ass against my groin. A guttural groan leaves my throat and my fingers dig into my flesh, gripping her sides more firmly, keeping her in place.
“Why don’t you just do the things you’d kill to do to me now?” she challenges.
My hand slides up her bare thigh, under her dress to cup her possessively between her legs. She inhales sharply and shudders. “I think I will, but later.”
Her breath leaves in a rush as my fingers find their way into her underwear and lightly stroke her. She moans and barely notices the cupcake she holds fall from her hands and drop to the floor.
“You love me?” I ask, grazing her earlobe with my teeth, sucking the sting away.
“Yes.”
My middle finger slides down the length of her slit, slipping inside her. Her breath hitches and she moves in my embrace, but I hold her tighter against me. “Good. I love too. Do you want to know how much I love you?”
She nods, squeezing her eyes shut when I push my finger deeper and swirl, brushing her clit with my thumb.
While my fingers keep her on edge and occupied, I pull out the ring from my pocket and slide it on her finger, bring her to climax at the same time. “Hunter,” breathes, her knees going weak and her eyes flying open to stare at the antique ring glinting on her finger.
My arms tighten around her waist, holding her steady. “The ring belonged to my great-grandmother. My grandfather gave me it to me when I was eighteen and I wanted to give it to you back then. Marry me, baby.”
Her head slants to the side and her wide glossy eyes lock on to mine. “You wanted to propose to me when you where eighteen?”
I give her a squeeze and nod. “Only you, Isabel.”
“Since you where eighteen?” she asks in shock.
“Since the day I met you,” I whisper in her ear. “Since the day I saw you on that tire swing, I wanted you all to myself. You’re it for me. There was no one else, trust me. I searched and came right back to you. In this universe, in this time, in this world, you can be mine and I can be yours. We’ll become best friends again. Then we’ll date; I’ll learn how to love you in all the right ways you deserve. We’ll travel the world. I’ll ask you to marry me in some ridiculously romantic way and we’ll have my babies, as many as you want. They’ll look like you, of course. We’ll raise them to be good and wholesome people. We’ll watch them grow up and get married and have babies of their own and spoil our grandkids to the limit as they get older. Then, and only then, when you’re old and gray by my side, I can die a fulfilled and sated man. That will be the story of our life.”
“Yes, I’ll marry you, Hunter,” she murmurs softly, kissing my mouth.
I lick the slat off her lips and she laughs, resting her forehead on the side of my neck. “I’m going to take care of you and our children. Nothing comes before you and our kids, Isabel. You hear me, baby? Nothing and no one.”
“I believe you,” she says, touching my face.
“You’re all I need, the kids are a bonus.”
***
We’re seated at a table in a corner of Lennáe. I wanted to take her out and show her off, show the world just how overjoyed I am to be with her, to have her back and wearing my ring and having my baby in her belly. I mean, I do have the love of my life with me and she’s with me on her own free will. But though she sits across from me, her mind seems a million miles away. Something is bothering her.
Isabel looks down at her lap, fiddling with the linen tablecloth.
“What’s wrong, my sweet?”
Her body tenses suddenly and she gradually lifts her gaze to mine, her expression is a mask of guilt. “I got a job.”
“What job?” I ask, cutting into my grilled steak and eating it.
She twists her fork into her shrimp scampi, wrapping linguini noodles around it. “At Cherry Creek Hospital. I’m a NICU nurse―a neonatal nurse. I applied a week ago.” She exhales a breath as if she held it in all day. “Are you mad at me?”
“No, Isabel. I’m not mad at you,” I say softly. “You laid it out there for me and said you wanted to work, so you do your thing and work. I’m not interested in holding you back from what you want out of life, baby. I’m here to support you and encourage you. I don’t want to hinder you, Isabel.”
Her face brightens, her frown turning into a stunned and dazzling smile. “Did I tell you how much I love you today?”
“Yes, but I like to hear it again.”
“I love you without limits Hunter Knight. I love you beyond reason, Hunter.”
“As you should,” I tease.
She laughs softly while taking bites off a breadstick. Isabel means too much to me. I don’t have the right to be upset with her for anything she has done or anything she will do, not after I kept her captive.
But that doesn’t mean she’s completely safe from me. “Now tell me who you belong to,” I order, sipping from my wine glass of sparking water, growing hard from her dusky red lips that part instantly.
“I belong to you. You own me,” she whispers, her tongue darting out to swipe the scampi sauce off her lips.
My dick twitches in my pants and I swallow a groan with vivid thoughts of punishing Isabel in all the ways she will love for keeping this from me and thinking I would be angry with her. She reaches across the table and grabs my hand, interlocking our fingers. I squeeze her hand and she gives me a loving smile in return. This amazing woman is going to be my wife soon. “I love you, Isabel.”
She grins, squirming in her seat and eating her food. “I love you, too, baby.”
When we get home, I have her wrists bind to the headboard with silk white ribbons and her legs spread with my head between them.
“Please,” she begs, her hips chasing after my mouth.
“No. Never keep things from me, Isabel,” I say, bringing her to brink of an orgasm and pulling her back again. “I told you deception doesn’t sit well with me, baby, from the very beginning.”
She yanks on her restraints and whines when they tighten. “I’m sorry. I’ll tell you everything, Hunter. I won’t keep anything from you. Please.”
“I don’t know,” I taunt, my fingers curling into the skin of her thighs and my tongue stroking her slit. “I have to think about this.”
“You cocky ba―”
She inhales sharply and shudders when I slip a finger in and press against her sensitive spot, slapping one of her thighs. “No, lip from you, Isabel. Now beg me to let you come.”
“Can I come, Hunter? Pretty please? I’ll be a good girl.”
“You’ll be my good girl?” I ask skeptically, kissing my redden handprint embedded in her skin on her thigh.
Isabel shuts her eyes, her lips parting. “Yes.”
“Well,” I say through a grin, “in that case I guess I could be generous.” My finger dives deeper as I put my mouth on her, pressing her clit between my teeth with my tongue. Her entire body convulses and she comes brutally.
The best part is that I get to watch her fall apart.