Chapter Twenty-Four
Brynn
IT’S BEEN TWO weeks since I was taken by Jerome and my family just went back to Brighton Hills.
They didn’t leave until our new furniture came in so they could help Kingston and his family put our home together.
Our families are blending together seamlessly and I couldn’t be happier that they all get along so well.
Anyway, our home is now completely furnished and Kingston and I spent our first night in it last night.
We still have his room at the clubhouse and won’t ever give it up, but it’s nice to have our own space.
Kingston and I can hang out without someone knocking on his door all hours of the night.
I don’t have to worry about the people in the next room hearing us have sex and I don’t have to see it happen in the common room when I walk down to get a drink or a snack later at night when the kids have been taken home.
Yes, I’ve walked in on a few of the single guys fucking the Phantom girls in the middle of the common room late at night.
It’s not a sight I want to see again.
However, growing up in a clubhouse, I know sex in the open is common and the members aren’t shy about where they get laid or get a blowjob.
Kingston made sure our home had an office for himself and one for me as well.
Our offices actually face one another and we decided to always leave the doors open when we’re inside working so we can talk or just look at one another.
There are never any barriers between the two of us.
Kingston doesn’t let me get lost in my head and makes me talk about everything going on in my mind.
Especially if it’s about the Jerome bullshit.
Anyway, our offices are my favorite part of the house because Kingston made sure they fit each of us and we’ll be comfortable while spending countless hours sitting in front of our computers.
I have to say that my absolute favorite room in the house is our master bathroom.
It’s the largest bathroom I’ve ever seen in my life.
Our bathroom has his and her sinks resting below a large mirror.
The toilet is closed off in its own room and the linen closet is huge.
I’ve placed everything in there and still have room for things.
The drawers under the sinks are filled with make-up, hair styling products, medicine, and all the smaller things I didn’t want in the closet.
Our shower is large enough to fit six people and has two of those rain shower heads.
There’s also other areas of the shower where water comes out depending on the settings we have it on.
Kingston also made it so we can play music while we’re showering.
Still, that’s not my favorite part.
It’s the tub he had installed.
We have one of those soaker tubs that takes up an entire corner of the bathroom.
I’m hoping to talk Kingston into taking a bath with me tonight so he can relax his muscles after going through physical therapy yesterday after helping everyone move us into our home.
Today, I’ve been in the office working on my book.
I’m actually almost done writing it.
I don’t know the next step in the process to move forward.
But Kim is going to help me.
The first thing she’s doing is creating a cover for me.
We spent countless hours yesterday talking about what I’m looking for on a cover and she completely got my concept.
Kim and I weren’t allowed to help move Kingston and I into our home so we sat talking in the kitchen while everyone worked around us.
Anyway, she’s also going to get me in contact with another ol’ lady who writes so she can help me figure out what the next step I need to take is.
For now, I plan on reading through my manuscript again and doing some editing on my own.
No, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, but I can make sure it’s exactly the way I want it before anyone else sees the work I’ve done.
After showering and making sure to get rid of the few boxes that were left to be broken down, I start a load of laundry for the new clothing my family bought me.
Tomorrow Kingston and I are going to my house to pack up what I want to bring here because it means something to me while letting the Prospects pack up everything else and take it to a donation center so someone else can use it.
I don’t want anything Jerome may have touched, but there are certain things in the house I can’t leave behind.
Pictures of my family over the years and other things I’ve received as gifts for holidays and my birthdays.
With nothing else to do to occupy my time until Kingston gets home, I start making dinner for the two of us in our new kitchen.
Our home has an open floor plan on the first floor with the exception of our bathrooms, a few bedrooms, and our offices.
Even the laundry room is seen from the kitchen and living room.
Tonight, I’m making lasagna with salad and homemade garlic bread.
I overheard Kingston saying it’s been forever since he’s had that to eat so I’m gonna make sure he has it as often as he wants.
Fox and Kim sent the Prospects out yesterday while we were moving in to shop for groceries for us.
They had Kingston and I write out a grocery list of everything we’d need or want to fill the cupboards, freezer, and refrigerator.
We even have a stand-up freezer that has been completely filled.
There’s nothing we’ll need for a while because Kingston’s parents spared no expenses in filling our home with food and everything I might crave with my pregnancy.
No, I’m not getting any cravings yet, but they want to make sure we’re prepared when it happens.
At the beginning of the week, I had my first appointment with Dr.
Craven.
Not the one who came to see me at the clubhouse, but his daughter who is an obstetrician.
She’s so sweet and I’m going to love having her as my doctor.
When she entered the exam room, Dr.
Craven instantly put Kingston and I at ease.
She sat down and listened to everything we had to say and understood our fear about the baby being hurt when I was kidnapped and held against my will.
To ease our minds, she immediately took us to a different room after giving me an exam for an ultrasound.
Kingston and I got the shock of our damn lives.
But, the baby is okay and no damage or harm was caused by Jerome when he attacked me and I fought against him.
Dr. Craven also let us know I’m very early in the first trimester and we’re going to keep a close eye on things as we move forward until we get into the second trimester at least. It was a great appointment and we have the pictures on our refrigerator already.
Moving around the kitchen as I think about my appointment, I prepare our dinner as music softly plays from my phone in the background.
It eased the last of my fears and now I can truly move forward without fear.
After browning the hamburger and letting it cool, I boil the water for the noodles and add them when it’s ready.
I put together the lasagna as I let my mind wander.
I’ve made this so many times I can do it in my sleep.
But I still make sure it’s perfect since this is the first meal in our home that Kingston and I will share between just the two of us.
Last night we had pizza with everyone here when the work was done.
Our home was filled with laughter and love before everyone headed back home.
Tonight is all about the two of us and celebrating our life moving forward.
K ingston walks in the house in the early evening and slides his boots off just inside the door before making his way to where I stand at the island in the kitchen.
“How was your day, Kitten?”
he asks me, leaning down for a kiss I gladly give him.
“It was good.
I got some work done and cleaned up a little.
The boxes in our room are taken care of now and I’ve started laundry.
No, I didn’t carry the baskets up to our room to put away yet.
I left them down here for you to carry up.
Then, I made us dinner,”
I answer him, motioning to the table in our dining room that I’ve set and placed candles in the middle to light when we sit down.
“How was your day?”
“It was okay,”
he answers, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and moving me to the table.
Kingston pulls out my seat before pushing me back in.
He lights the candles before taking his seat next to me.
“This smells so fuckin’ good, Kitten.
And it looks amazin’.
Thank you,”
Kingston says, serving me a large piece of lasagna as I add salad to my plate before sliding it closer to him.
He takes an even bigger piece for himself before adding his own salad and grabbing some of the garlic bread I added cheese to.
I wasn’t sure what he’d be in the mood for so I did half the loaf with cheese and half without it.
Kingston slides the plate closer to me and I take two pieces that have cheese on them.
I love cheesy garlic bread.
We eat and talk about our day in the comfort of our home.
This is a first for me and I’m quickly loving having someone to share my space with.
After dinner, Kingston cleans the table off and puts the leftovers away before rinsing all the dishes and loading them in the dishwasher.
He disappears as I turn on the TV in the living room so we can find a movie to watch before heading to bed.
When he returns a few minutes later, Kingston sets a large box down on the coffee table in front of me.
He pulls me up in his arms and kisses me deeply filled with all the love he feels for me.
I return the kiss and let him feel exactly how much I love him.
“Kitten, you know how much I love you.
You captured my attention from the second I saw you in Turn the Page and I knew then I’d make you mine no matter what it took.
You’re a breath of fresh air and the light I need when I’m struggling on my own in the dark.
I’ve talked to your dad, uncle, brother, and grandpa.
They’ve all given me their blessin’ to do this,”
Kingston says, lifting the box in his hands and holding it for me to open.
“Brynn, will you make me the happiest man in the world by bein’ my ol’ lady?”
“Yes, Kingston,”
I answer, tears forming in my eyes that I try to hold back and keep from spilling over.
“It would be my honor to be your ol’ lady.”
I open the box as Kingston holds it for me.
Inside is white tissue paper covering the leather rag nestled in the box on more tissue paper.
I carefully pull it out and hold it up in front of me.
On the back are the club colors with the words ‘Property of King’.
Turning it around, I see the flash that says ‘Kitten’ on it.
The tears fall down my face and I can’t stop them from falling this time.
Kingston sets the box down on the table where it was and takes the rag from my shaking hands.
I turn around and he helps me slide it over my arms until it’s resting on my shoulders.
After a few minutes, I turn around to see a feral gleam in his eyes.
Before I can process what’s happening, Kingston drops to his knee.
He reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out a ring.
“Kitten, I want the entire world to know that you’re mine.
As I’ve already said, I love you with every piece of my heart and soul.
You’ve given me every single piece of you without hesitation and let me protect you in the ways I need to.
In a matter of seconds I knew you were mine and that will never change.
You’re givin’ me the best gift I’ve ever been given and together we’ll raise our children to know nothin’ but love and they’ll have the full support to do anythin’ they want to do with their lives.
Will you do me the honor of becomin’ my wife along with my ol’ lady?”
he asks me, his voice wavering with the emotion filling him.
“Yes, Kingston.
I’ll marry you.
The world will know we belong to one another,”
I answer him, dropping down with him as he slides the ring on my finger as I lean in to kiss him deeply.
We kiss for an eternity, sharing all the love we feel for one another through our kisses.
Kingston picks me up in his arms and carries me upstairs to our bedroom.
He carefully places me on our new bed and strips me out of my clothing before stripping out of his own.
The only thing I have on my body is the rag with his name on my back.
Kingston runs his eyes up and down my body, lingering on every inch of my naked skin.
“I fuckin’ need you, Kitten,”
he states, sliding his hand up and down his hard length as his eyes remain locked on my body.
“I’m yours to have, Kingston.
Every second of the day, you can have me whenever you want,”
I promise him, love shining from his eyes down at me.
Kingston leans over my body and runs one of his hands down me.
His lips crash into mine as he kisses me hungrily.
The hand that just ran down my body finds my wet pussy and slides a finger inside me.
It doesn’t take long before he’s adding a second finger, sliding them in and out bringing me closer and closer to the brink.
Just as I go to fly over the edge, Kingston removes his fingers from my pussy with a smirk on his face.
“What are you doing, Kingston?”
I ask him, feeling hot and achy all over.
“I want you to come on my cock as I stare at my name on your back, Kitten.
I need that,”
he says, his voice full of desire and love as his eyes keep that feral glint he’s had since we were in the living room.
Without another word, I roll over on my hands and knees.
Kingston pulls me back toward the edge of the bed and slides his hands over my ass and up my back.
I tremor under his touch, goosebumps coating my skin.
One look from this man and I’m a needy mess.
Kingston doesn’t hesitate to slide his cock through my slick folds until his tip is notched at the opening of my pussy.
“Are you ready for me, Kitten?”
he asks, his voice tight with the control he’s exerting.
“More than ready, Kingston.
Please, fuck me,”
I beg him, my voice showing how much I need him as it comes out as more of a whine than anything else.
Kingston slowly pushes himself inside me and gives me a minute to adjust to his size.
When I start to push back against him, Kingston begins moving.
He sets a punishing pace as he slides his cock in and out of me.
His hands grip my hips hard enough to leave bruises behind.
The marks will be welcome on my body as a reminder of the night we got engaged and I became his ol’ lady.
The only sound filling our room is that of our skin slapping together and the moans and grunts escaping from us.
“I’m close, Kitten.
So fuckin’ close.
You need to get there,”
Kingston growls out, his voice strained as his body trembles behind me.
I reach down between my legs and start to rub circles on my clit while making sure my other fingers brush against his cock.
After a minute, I pinch my clit between my fingers and it sends me flying over the edge, screaming out my release as my man’s moves become erratic.
Kingston thrusts deep inside me a few more times before his body stills and he roars out his release.
“Brynn!”
Kingston's voice echoes off the walls of our bedroom.
Slowly, Kingston pulls his length out of my pussy and collapses on the bed next to me.
He pulls me into my arms, dragging my leg and arm over him as I rest my head on his chest.
His heart is beating as erratically as mine is.
Our bodies are covered in a fine sheen of sweat as he runs his fingers up and down my back under the leather of my rag as we try to get our hearts and breathing under control once more.
When we can breathe normally again, Kingston gets off the bed and pulls me up into his arms.
Carrying me into the bathroom, he sets me on the counter by the sinks after placing a towel there so I’m not cold.
He turns on the water in the tub instead of the shower.
As it fills, he stands in front of me to keep me warm as the cool air dries the sweat on my skin.
“Are you okay, Kitten?”
he asks me, my head resting on his chest.
“I’m more than okay, Kingston,”
I assure him as he slides the rag off my body and hangs it on the hook next to the bathroom door.
“That was amazing.”
“I don’t ever want to hurt you, Brynn.
If I ever get too rough with you, tell me,”
he says, picking me up in his arms again as he turns and steps into the tub.
Kingston sets me down on my feet and helps me sit down as he sits behind me.
The water is warm and not too hot since that’s one of the things he read about in a baby book he bought the second he discovered we were gonna have a baby.
He’s always telling me things he reads about and I’ve bought the same book to read with him so we can discuss things together instead of him just telling me what’s inside the pages.
Together we take a warm bath and wash one another as the water we’ve been sitting in drains so we can rinse with clean water.
When we’re clean, Kingston helps me out of the tub and dries me off before carrying me back to our bed.
With one hand he pulls the blankets down and slides me on my side of the bed.
After covering me up, Kingston slides on a pair of sweatpants to go make sure all the doors and windows are locked and our security system is armed.
He walks back in our room with two bottles of water and hands me one as he slides in bed next to me.
I move to his side and we cuddle close as my eyes slide closed and sleep claims me with a smile on my face.