Chapter 27
The second I walked away from Savannah and Dominique, I pulledmy phone out and read the message from Brian.
“Shit,” I cursed under my breath before searching the room for Fox.
He was talking to a woman, one I didn’t recognize, and in thedistance, Lily was standing at the bar, glowering at Fox and the woman.
Yup, bunny boiler.
The woman was laughing, a grating laugh that sounded like nailsdown a chalkboard. Seriously, Fox needed to reevaluate the women he went after.
I grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the screeching banshee,dragging him over to the side of the room where I could keep an eye on Savannah.
“Dude, I was guaranteed a fuck with that one tonight,” Fox grumbled,looking back at the woman who was now talking to an NHL player.
“Were you planning on gagging her?” I deadpanned.
“I was actually, with my cock down her throat,” he replied arrogantly.
I rolled my eyes. I longed for the day Fox met the woman who tamedhim and he wasn’t always chasing skirt. “Can you think about something else other than your dick for one minute?”
“Says the man who is getting regular pussy,” he snorted. “What thefuck is wrong now? Wait-” he interrupted holding his hand up as I opened my mouth to reply. “Liam has been spotted here, and he’s declared his undying love for Savannah, and they’ve run away together?”
“No, dickhead. At least, he hasn’t run away with her,” I replied,glancing over to where Savannah was still talking to Dominique. “But he is in Vegas.”
The grin fell from Fox’s lips. For all his mocking, he knew that wasn’tgood news. “What the fuck is he doing in Vegas? Think he’s come to spend some of that five mil you gave him, or do you think he really has come to get the girl?”
“Your guess is as good as mine,” I replied, checking my phone againto see if there were any further updates from Brian.
His message had confirmed that Liam landed in San Francisco aweek ago, ironically, the same evening mine and Savannah’s marriage made the news. He’d then hired a car, and driven to Vegas.
Brian hadn’t been able to find out where Liam had been staying, buttwo days ago he was seen lurking in The Venetian. After losing a few thousand dollars on the poker table, he’d disappeared, and there had been no sign of him.
Brian had also instructed his contacts to check Liam’s bank account. Iwasn’t in the least bit surprised to see he’d blown through almost every cent I’d given him.
With no new messages, I pocketed my phone. “He’s got less thanthree hundred dollars left in his account,” I said, updating Fox with what I knew. “He’s the type of arrogant prick who would think he could make back what he’s lost in a place like Vegas, so there is every chance he’s just in the city to do that.”
“Bit of a coincidence though. He arrived in Vegas the night after youguys got married, and now Sav thought she saw someone who looked like him?” Fox replied, scanning the room as if he could pick Liam out of the crowd.
“Yeah. And you know what I say about coincidences.” There was nosuch thing in my opinion.
“What do you want me to do?” Fox asked with no hesitation.
“Aside from keeping your eyes peeled for the cunt, nothing for thetime being. Brian’s in touch with his contacts, they’ll do what they need to do to find him.”
Fox nodded in understanding. We both knew Brian had connectionsto a mercenary company called Apollo. The man who ran the organization lived under the radar of law enforcement and was the best in his business.
It cost a pretty penny to utilize his services, but he always delivered.
“If he’s still here, he’s a bigger fool than I ever gave him credit for,”Fox mumbled. I couldn’t have agreed more. “Standby, your wife’s on her way over.”
I hadn’t noticed Dominique had disappeared, and Savannah wasmaking a beeline for me with an enormous grin on her face. I barely had a second to prepare myself for her when she jumped into my arms, squealing in my ear.
“Can I assume by your reaction that your talk with Dominique wentwell?” I said, lowering her to the floor but gripping her hips to steady her.
“Nash, it was amazing! She’s offered me a chance to showcase someof my designs in the catwalk show she’s hosting in three months. It’s in Paris though, but I’d love to go! Am I allowed to go?” she gushed, her eyes shining brightly.
I didn’t think she realized she’d just asked my permission.
“Of course you can go, sweetheart. And well done, I’m so fuckingproud of you,” I replied, squeezing her luscious hips.
“Congratulations, Sav,” Fox said, beaming down at her, as proud as Iwas. “Do you know what designs you’re going to show?”
Savannah tensed in my arms, and the excitement drained from herface. Her panicked eyes dashed from Fox to me, before she stepped out of my grasp.
“Oh,” she said, her hands coming up to clutch her cheeks. “I haven’tactually got anything to show off. How did I forget that?” Her eyes widened as her reality crashed down around her. “What am I going to do? I haven’t got any of the equipment or material I would need to make one outfit, let alone five!”
Grabbing her hands, I pulled them away from her cheeks, holdingthem firmly in mine as I leaned into her.
“I can help with that.”
Leaving Fox to find his conquest for the night, Savannah and I snuckout while the auction carried on.
In the limo on the way home, she sat on my lap, and although I knewher mind was trying to work overtime figuring out how she was going to make clothes without the shit she needed, I did my best to distract her. Namely, with my mouth on hers.
It took every ounce of willpower to not finger fuck her, or better yet,pull out my achingly hard cock, and make her ride it right there on the backseat. But I was sticking to my vow, I wasn’t going to touch Savannah until she’d given me her surrender.
Kissing excluded, of course.
Brian stopped the car outside the house and held the rear door open.I got out first, helping a flushed Savannah to her feet, and not bothering to hide the erection in my pants.
We said our goodnights to Brian, and I led Savannah into the house,but instead of taking her up to the bedroom, and stripping her out of her clothes like I was desperate to do, I led her down the hallway.
“Where are we going?” Savannah asked, her voice hoarse.
“Wait and see,” I replied, smiling at her. She just couldn’t help herselffrom asking questions.
Pulling her to a stop outside the room I’d kept locked since I broughther home, Savannah’s eyes widened in curiosity as she looked from me to the solid oak door. I took the key out of my pocket and unlocked the door before pushing it open.
The room was in darkness, and Savannah hesitated for a briefsecond before I placed my hand on her lower back and gently pushed, encouraging her to step inside. As she did, I leaned against the doorframe, reaching out to flick the light switch on.
The room lit up, and a gasp left Savannah. I stared at her,watching as her eyes roamed everywhere, taking in the surprise I’d spent months arranging. I couldn’t take all the credit, Dominique helped.
“Nash…I...I,” she trailed off as she took a step further into the room.
The room that was now her design studio.
It used to house my pool table, but it was a waste of space. I rarelyhad time to play pool, and even if I did, Fox was the only one I’d play the game with, and he was worse than me at it. So when I decided to claim Savannah, I cleared the room out with the intention of making it somewhere she could work.
The room was one of the bigger rooms in the house, which meantplenty of space to play with. I’d arranged it so that on one side, Savannah had an area to sit and draw. There was a huge drawing table, adjustable so she could either sit or stand to draw. Next to it was the pile of her old sketchbooks, along with a stack of new ones, ready and waiting for her to start sketching her ideas. Behind the table was a variety of pens, pencils, crayons, and paints, all in different colors.
Next to the drawing table was another table where an Apple computer sat. It had the latest software installed on it which Dominique said was a must for all fashion designers.
On the other side of the room was an area for Savannah to put all herideas into practice. Two different types of brand-new sewing machines gleamed in one corner. Five mannequins of different shapes and sizes stood against one wall. Rows and rows of different types of material waited for her to cut into, and bring her designs to life. Shelves and shelves of boxes housed other equipment such as buttons, glues, chalks, dyes, anything that a fashion designer would need.
It had cost a small fortune but it was worth every cent just to see thelook of astonishment on Savannah’s face.
But the part I knew Savannah would love the most was the threehuge canvases I’d put up on one wall. Each was a different black-and-white photo of Savannah and her mom. I’d found the photos in the box of her possessions when her apartment had been cleared out, and with the way they were dog-eared and tattered, I figured those three pictures were her favorites.
“You like it?” I said when a few minutes had passed and she hadn’tuttered a sound. She’d walked around the room running a finger over every surface, before stopping to stare up at the canvases.
Her head whipped back to where I was standing, and it looked asthough she had momentarily forgotten I was standing there.
“I…I love it,” she replied softly, her voice thick with emotion, her eyeswatering. “It’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of. And those pictures of my mom-” she trailed off as her emotions got the better of her.
Leaving my place against the doorframe, I walked to stand in front ofher and took her hand. “Now do you believe me when I say that everything I do will always be with your best interest at heart?”
She sucked in her bottom lip, her teary gaze burning into mine. “Ibelieve you,” she whispered. “And I...” she swallowed, but determination shone in her eyes. “And I surrender. I’m yours, Nash. Every part of me belongs to you.”
I closed my eyes as her words echoed around my head.
This was the moment I had been waiting for.
It was better than I ever expected.
She was mine.
Irrevocably mine.
“Kiss me,” I commanded when I opened my eyes.
She didn’t hesitate. Her lips were on mine, her arms wrapped aroundmy neck, and as I grabbed her hips and pulled her close to me, blood ran straight to my cock which hadn’t gone down after the limo ride.
I moved my hand up to her hair, holding her in place so I could takecontrol and devour her mouth. When I pulled away a few seconds later, the two of us were breathless.
She was quiet for a minute, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes full oflust. I waited patiently, waiting for her to figure out what I wanted. The moment she realized, the flush in her cheek spread down onto her chest.
“Nash, can I…” She bit her lip, her shyness getting the better of her.
“Can you what, Savannah?” I growled, trying to control the urge toorder her to do exactly what I wanted, but I’d promised her I’d never order her to her knees again. Slowly, and not taking her eyes from me, she lowered herself to thefloor before looking up at me from under her lashes. “Can I taste you?”
I reached out to stroke her cheek. “You can do better than that,sweetheart.”
She swallowed her nerves down as a steely resolve crept into hereyes. “Please, Nash. Please will you fuck my throat?”
A triumphant smirk graced my face as my cock throbbed with theneed to thrust into Savannah’s warm mouth.
“Take my cock out,” I ordered, holding back my glee as her handsimmediately went to undo the button and zipper on my pants.
The similarities of the first time I’d ordered her to do this were stark,only this time, there was no fumbling, and her brows weren’t furrowed with worry. Instead, she licked her lips as if she was about to feast on her favorite snack, and her beautiful emerald eyes blazed with heat.
My sweet Savannah leaned forward, her lips parting as she wrappedthem around my crown. The feel of her tongue running over my slit had me groaning, and as she took me in her mouth, my head fell back in ecstasy.
She took me as far into her throat as she could without gagging,before sliding my cock out. Her hand came up and wrapped around the base of my shaft, gripping it tightly as she wrapped her mouth around the head of my cock again. As she moved her mouth down my shaft, she brought her hand up to meet her mouth.
My whole length was encased in Savannah, be that her mouth or herhand, and as she repeated that movement, she found her rhythm, letting out little moans that vibrated against my shaft.
As her speed increased, my hands whipped out, and my fingers lacedin her hair. I couldn’t stop my hips from thrusting, driving my cock deeper into her throat until she was spluttering, but she didn’t once try to pull away.
My body began to tense as tingles shot down my spine, and my ballstightened along with the muscles in my stomach. I wanted nothing more than to come down my wife’s throat, but she’d been such a good girl tonight, and she deserved to come at the same time I did.
Pulling her off my cock, she looked up at me with saliva dribblingdown her chin, her lips swollen. Releasing her hair, I held my hand out for her, and without needing to say anything, she took it, resting her warm palm in mine.
I helped her to her feet as she took several deep breaths. Using mythumb, I wiped the saliva off her chin before sucking it in my mouth, the taste of Savannah sending fire through every muscle in my body.
“Such a good girl,” I said, my voice low and full of promise. “You haveno idea what it does to me when you do as you are told,” I paused, testing her to see if she dared speak. She didn’t. “Take my shirt off.”
Doing as she was told, Savannah made quick work of the buttons,undoing them before pulling my shirt down my arms and throwing it on the floor. Her eyes roamed over my torso, taking in all my tattoos.
“Now turn around. Lift your dress, and bend over that desk,” Idemanded, nodding to the desk behind her where the sewing machines were. Again, she didn’t dither, and it pleased me no end that Savannah had learned to obey me at last.
As she walked to the table, her hips wiggled as she lifted her dress,revealing her gorgeous ass. She was wearing a G-string, having changed out of the crotchless panties she had on earlier, the pathetic material barely covering the crack of her ass.
Doing as she was told, she bent over the table, and for a few seconds,I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I was mesmerized by the beautiful sight before me. At some point, I was going to claim her ass, but not tonight. Tonight, I wanted to paint her womb with my come, and I wasn’t sure I could wait any longer.
As I prowled toward her, I kicked my shoes off, and removed mypants, stepping up behind her naked. Her body tensed as I ran a hand down her spine, briefly brushing over her asshole before inserting two fingers into her wet cunt.
And she was wet.
Wetter than I’d ever felt her before.
“Tell me, sweetheart. Am I the only man who will ever be inside you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered as I moved my fingers in and out of her pussy.“Only you.”
“And what about those who have been here before? Will you everthink about them again?” I said, increasing my speed, as I moved my thumb to press against her asshole.
“No,” she replied, breathless. “No, you are the only man whoconsumes my thoughts. There was no one else before you.”
Even though she couldn’t see, I grinned. Every part of Savannah wasmine. Her body, her mind, and although she hadn’t told me she’d fallen in love with me, I knew I owned her heart.
The way she owned mine.
Stepping between her parted legs, I used my feet to spread her wider,before pressing the head of my cock against her entrance. “Tell me again, Savannah,” I said, denying her my cock until I’d heard the words one more time.
“I’m yours, Nash. I surrender.”
That was all I needed for me to thrust forward, driving my cock deepinside her. She cried out at the intrusion, her hands scrabbling to grip the table. My own hands came down to hold her hips as I pulled out before thrusting back in hard.
“Nash!” she cried, cried the only name that would ever be on her lipsagain.
“I want to hear something else,” I growled.
There were three words I wanted to hear from her mouth before I fullybelieved she’d succumbed to me, and even though she might not have been ready to say them, I didn’t give a fuck. I knew how she felt about me, the same way I felt about her, and I refused to live another minute without knowing the truth.
“Come on, Savannah,” I said, driving deeper into her with every thrust.“I know how you feel about me, stop denying me the truth.”
“I…” she started, her voice sounding almost pained as she chasedher orgasm. I fucked her harder, refusing to let either of us give in until she had spoken the words I wanted to hear.
“Fuck! I love you, Nash!” she said, finally handing over the last part ofherself she had any claim to.
I increased my pace, fucking her so hard, and so fast that the onlysound filling the room were her wanton cries, and the sound of skin hitting skin.
“I love you too, sweetheart. Now, come for me,” I said, reachingaround to find her clit with my finger. I rubbed it a few times when Savannah’s body tensed and she screamed my name.
Her pussy clamping down like a vice around my cock was enough tofollow her off the cliff. With one more thrust, I came, spilling my load deep inside her.
It took a whole minute for us both to come down from our highs andregain our breaths, but when we did, I pulled Savannah up so her back was against my chest, my cock still buried deep inside her.
“I love you, Savannah. I loved you from the minute I met you,” Iwhispered in her ear, finally letting the truth out that I fell head over heels for her the second I laid eyes on her.
She inhaled several deep breaths before resting her head against myshoulder and whispering her own words. Words that would stay with me until I met my maker.
“I love you too, Nash.”