Tempting Perfection, page 27
Before I knew it, the limo driver pulled up the Wynn. “Hey, baby. We’re here.”
“Oh, I’m sorry I fell asleep. Someone kept me up last night, and it wasn’t the baby.”
“I don’t remember hearing any complaints.”
She kissed me. “You rocked my world for sure.” Looking out the window, she finally noticed we weren’t in Utah. “Wait, where are we?”
“Vegas. I thought before we went to Garrick and Knoah’s, we could have a weekend away. Just the three of us.”
Her eyes turned that soft, mushy color where the gold in them brightened. “I love you.”
“Love you, too.” I checked my watch, ready to get this show on the road. “We need to get checked in. We have dinner in forty-five minutes.”
Technically an hour, but she’d never know. Knoah might kill me for moving up the time-table.
We were escorted to our penthouse suite. To keep from cracking my knuckles, I drummed a quiet beat on the side of my leg.
“Wow, this view is amazing.”
Seeing her ass in those pants was amazing. The view was meh in comparison.
“Oh, hey, I told Knoah about my plans for the weekend. She arranged for some clothes to wear. Apparently, I needed an upgrade to my standard jeans and T-shirt.”
Pretending to look under the couch cushion, she said, “Kurt? Where are you? There’s a man here who said the word plan.”
“Oh, shut up and kiss me.”
“With pleasure.”
Standing up on her tiptoes, she pressed her lips to mine. I swatted her ass. “Now go get ready. I’ll change Dylan.”
“Thanks, Mr. Rockstar. I put your welder’s mask in the duffel bag.”
“You are a lifesaver. Now hurry. We can’t be late.”
“Wow, this must be fancy-schmancy. Let me go look.” Sawyer squealed. “Oh, Kurt! This dress is amazing. And these flowers.”
She came out of the bedroom holding a calla lily. Everything was going to plan. “These are my favorite flowers ever.”
“Mine, too.”
With a dreamy look in her eye, she twirled the flower. This woman was killing me. “Go get dressed. Hurry. We can’t be late.”
Mashing her lips together, Sawyer tried to contain a giggle and failed miserably.
“What?”
“I think I’ve rubbed off on you. Organization looks good on you. The sticky notes on your stomach worked.”
Shit. I picked up Dylan from his carrier, ignoring the comment. She had me and, from the laughter I heard, she knew it.
As promised, my mask was in the bag. Dylan waved little arms around as I changed him. Twice today I’d managed to come out unscathed. Yeah, I was becoming an expert diaper changer. I put on his clothes and laid him on a blanket on the floor with a rattle. George lay about a foot out of reach. Dylan loved to give his white fur a good yank.
Thirty minutes until go time.
Time was crawling like a fucking snail. I changed into my slacks and dress shirt. I refused to be in a monkey suit. Unable to tolerate the buttoned-up sleeves, I rolled them up instead.
The bathroom door was still closed.
I started pacing; Dylan watched me. “Come here, buddy.”
Together we paced the suite. Thirty minutes passed, and I thought I was going to come out of my skin as Dylan and I made our thousandth revolution. He was a happy baby and blew bubbles while I sang to him. Knoah had a custom suit made to match my outfit. Little guy was adorable, but his jacket and my shirt would be soaked through with slobber if we didn’t get a move on.
Time’s up.
We needed to go, or I was going to jump the gun and propose right here. Sawyer needed to see I was serious about this. It wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment thing. “Sawyer?”
“Coming. I have one minute left.”
Of course, she did. My ever-punctual, planning woman.
Almost sixty seconds—which felt like an eternity—later, Sawyer came out of the bathroom. She was breathtaking. Heels that made her legs look like they went on for miles. My cock hardened. Down boy. Patience. A simple white dress that hugged the hell out of her curves. I was sure it had all sorts of fancy terms, but all I knew was it looked hella hot.
“You are stunning.”
“Thank you. I don’t think I’ve worn anything without puke or a milk stain in two months.”
“Exquisite.” And later I would pull it up and fuck her in it.
I held out my arm, snapping to it. “Shall we?”
“Absolutely. Do we need the carrier?”
“Nah, I don’t think so.”
Sawyer gave George a treat before we left. Poor guy looked a little pitiful sitting with his head cocked to the side, questions in his big brown eyes.
Don’t worry, George. Waldo is coming for you.
As we rode down in the elevator, my nerves rose to the surface. What if she says no? What do I do? There was no option; she had to say yes. The need to make her my wife consumed me. Sawyer Hendrix. It had to happen.
Sawyer asked, “Is everything okay? You seem nervous since we got off the plane.”
Of course she noticed. “No, I’m good. Just want today to be special for you.”
And for you to finally say yes.
Damn, I had brought up marriage a million times over the last two months, only to be thwarted by her every time. Yes, I’d made the condition. I never dreamed Sawyer would be this damned serious about not pressuring me to marry her.
“You make every day special.” She leaned into me, the smell of her perfume making me harder. Since the doctor had cleared her for sex, I’d been nearly rabid for her sweet pussy.
The elevator dinged. About damn time. I cracked my knuckle with my thumb and winced. Sawyer raised her eyebrow. “Are you sure everything is okay?”
Damn it. Think. I had to keep her going and not focus on me. My nerves were already shot to shit with what I was about to do. “Yeah…just, um…germs, you know?”
Germs? What the fuck? I suck at this shit.
“Germs?” Sawyer asked skeptically as she straightened Dylan’s jacket.
I kept walking, not giving her a chance to look in my eyes. “Yeah. Dinner is this way.”
We rounded the corner, and I knew this was the place from the pictures Knoah had sent me. Vases of flowers stood on pedestals, creating a walkway to the place I hoped we would become husband and wife. Rose petals were sprinkled on the floor and candles flickered. It turned out exactly as I wanted. Hopefully it was romantic enough. Knoah said it was. But I was terrible at this shit.
She touched one of the flowers absentmindedly and said, “Look, it’s our flower.”
“Sawyer?”
She turned my way and gave me a huge smile. “Yeah.”
“I love you. You know that, right?”
“Of course.” She dropped her hand and walked my way. “What’s wrong?”
I was supposed to say something romantic, but that shit left my brain.
Fuck it. Just kneel and something will come.
With Dylan in one arm, I kneeled in front of her and pulled out the ring that had been burning a hole in my pocket for two weeks. It was a huge-ass diamond ring with a ton of bullshit descriptions at the end of it. All I knew was that it cost me a fortune, which meant it had to be good. Right?
What do I say? Shit. Fuck. Blurt it out.
“Sawyer, I want you to be my wife. I’m not scared of hurting you because I love you so fucking much. Will you marry me? I want you to marry me—not for you, not for me, but for us.”
She stood there, stunned, and said nothing. It was time to play dirty. I would not be side-stepped again. I put my thumb underneath Dylan’s chin to move his lips and raised my voice. “Say yes to my daddy. He wants to marry you really bad. It’s all he talks to me about when he’s with me. Please, Mommy. Say yes. Put him and me out of our misery.”
Silence. I looked up at Sawyer, who had tears in her eyes. Her voice caught. “You really want this?”
“Fuck yes. If you say no, I may drag you in there and force you to. I mean it. I’m not doing this because I’m scared.”
Sawyer laughed. “Yes, Mr. Hendrix. I’ll marry you.”
I stood and brought her to me, feeling her body mold to mine. “Thank fuck.”
Then I kissed her hard. As the kiss ended, she murmured against my lips. “Cuss muffs.”
“I had a talk with Dylan. He’s making an exception.”
I felt her grin against my mouth.
Then I called out, “She said yes!”
Whoops and hollers filled the air. The guys from band, the Shaws, Mom, Cameron, Monica, Waldo, and George all came around the corner.
“Oh my gosh! Everyone is here!”
“They’re here to see us get hitched.”
Sawyer put her hand to her mouth and turned to me. “Now?”
“Yeah. I wanted to show you how serious I am about this. If you want to plan some big wedding, it can wait. We’ll make this one he—I mean one great engagement party.”
Shit, hell is on the cuss list. Those damn cuss muffs were going to be the death of me.
“I’m ready to marry you, Mr. Rockstar.”
I put my free hand to Dylan’s right side and brought his head to my chest, creating cuss muffs. “Thank fuck.”
Everyone laughed and cheered.
This was it. The last thing I would ever need in this life.
Chapter Fifty-Four
Sawyer
On shaky legs, I stood in front of the love of my life. Knoah held Dylan as the preacher said, “I pronounce you husband and wife.”
Kurt wasted no time, dipping me dramatically in a kiss.
I was married. To the man of my dreams. Treasuring the taste of my husband, I never wanted this kiss to end.
As he stood and drew me up, everyone cheered. This was perfect. Beyond anything I could have planned or organized because, with all this effort, I knew Kurt wanted this. It was simple and not overdone.
Dylan reached for me and I took him in my arms. “Daddy doesn’t have to torment you any longer. We’re married.”
Kurt fist-bumped Dylan, who gave him a toothless grin. “Thanks for being my wingman.”
With my thumb under his lip, I made Dylan talk. “Anytime, Dad.”
My life was perfect.
* * *
In the second bedroom of our suite, the hotel had set up a crib. I laid a sleeping Dylan on the mattress and watched him for a second. Feeling the love well up inside me, it was still hard for me to fathom how my parents could have treated me the way they did. I couldn’t imagine ever doing such a thing to my child. Ever.
What would all the investigations unveil? I was nervous to know the full extent. That was not something I wanted to think about on my wedding night.
Hands wrapped around my waist. In a soft voice, Kurt whispered, “It’s hard to believe we made him together.”
“I know. It seems like a lifetime ago when I found out. I was terrified, but now I couldn’t imagine life without him.”
I turned and wrapped my hands around his neck. “And now we’re married. Does it feel any different?”
“I feel totally complete now. It’s not that I thought something was missing, but everything just feels right.”
And it did. “I agree.”
Kurt’s hands began to roam, and his lips found my neck. “And now Daddy wants some alone time with Mommy.”
“Yes.”
Silently, Kurt led me out of Dylan’s bedroom and into ours. The lights had been turned down. Kurt traced his lips around my jaw, murmuring, “Mrs. Hendrix.”
Calling me that amped up my desire. I leaned back, giving him more access to my neck. The belt on my robe was tugged open while his warm hands glided ever so lightly to my panties. The barely there touches nearly drove me mad.
Kurt stopped and took a step back. “Holy hell.”
I let the robe drop off my shoulders to reveal my lingerie gift from Knoah—sheer bra and panties with ruffles. Taking a step back, I turned and heard a low growl deep within Kurt. On my ass, in rhinestones, it read “Mrs. Rockstar.”
Kurt rushed to me, pulling my back to his front. His fingers ran up my body where they played with my nipples. Pushing my ass into him, I felt his cock hard against me.
“I wanted to take it slow with you. Treasure you as my wife.”
“Pity. I hoped you’d fuck me hard and then make love to me.”
I waited for his response. Finally, I had my answer when Kurt hummed, “Get on the bed.”
The command in his voice sent little tingles all over my skin. There was still one surprise left in this little outfit. Thank you, Knoah. Lying back on the bed, I seductively opened my legs, exposing the crotchless panties.
Kurt’s eyes darkened. “New plan. First, I’m tasting you. Next, I’m fucking you.”
I ran my fingers down my stomach. “You’re a man of a lot of words and very little action tonight, Mr. Hendrix.”
With a hunger in his eyes, he prowled toward me. Crawling over me, he settled on top of my body and captured my mouth. “No more talking, Mrs. Hendrix.”
Kissing and touching me, Kurt moved down my body and blew warm air against my sex. He hummed in approval as his finger rubbed my clit. I nearly bucked off the bed at the sensation. I was so close to coming when Kurt pulled his hand away to replace it with his mouth.
“Yes!” I cried.
“Shh…you wake Dylan, you’ll have to wait for your orgasm.”
I bit my lip to keep from groaning too loudly as Kurt put his tongue inside me. The strong strokes worked me up, and I pulled his head against me. When I was almost at the edge, Kurt sucked my clit, and stars detonated behind my eyes. My limbs tingled.
“Up on your hands and knees, baby. I’m going to fuck you while I watch my name sparkle on your ass.”
“Mmm…”
The deep, gravely chuckle brought a pool of desire low in my belly. Kurt moved the fabric and kissed my exposed nipple. Cold air moved across my skin, waking me up. I arched my back. The other cup was moved and he repeated the same thing. My breasts were left hoisted up by the fabric. “So sexy. If you want my cock, get up on those knees.”
I rolled over and stuck my ass in the air. “Like this?”
In response, I got a smack against my sex, and I groaned. Kurt grabbed my hips and thrust inside me in one fluid motion. I threw my head back. “Yes!”
“Shh…”
Slowly, he pulled out and thrust back in with the same amount of force. Hell, that felt amazing. Little tremors radiated from my core. I needed this orgasm. With each thrust, I moved my ass into him. Our groans grew louder as the anticipation for the orgasm built. We were wild, our skin creating a friction every time we came back together. With a twist of his hips, euphoria claimed us, and I could no longer hold myself up. Our bodies slumped, slick with sweat.
Kurt pulled out of me and rolled me over. “Fucking amazing. Every time.”
“It is.” That was all I could manage.
I felt the weight of Kurt’s body settle between my legs. “I’ve tasted you, I’ve fucked you, and now I’m going to make love to you.”
As Kurt slid in tenderly, I wrapped my legs around him, never wanting to let go.
* * *
I woke to an empty bed. Where’s Kurt? I heard low singing from the other bedroom. It was one of the lullabies Kurt had recorded for Dylan, “Hush Little Baby.”
I pulled on my robe as I made my way to the door to see Kurt walking around shirtless in some jeans, bouncing Dylan. I caught a glimpse of his tattoo and smiled. Though he was gone, Kurt’s best friend still surrounded us in so many ways. This was a magical moment I wished I could freeze forever.
The song ended. “Let’s give Mommy just a little bit longer before we wake her up to feed you. Daddy kept her up really late. I should have let her sleep, but I couldn’t.”
Flailing his arms, Dylan made a fussy sound. Kurt had started another song when his eyes caught mine. “Oh look, Dylan. Your mommy’s up.”
I walked into the room. “Is my baby boy hungry?”
“He is. And I understand how addicting your tits are.”
I slapped Kurt’s chest and took Dylan. “Ignore him.” Sitting in a comfortable chair, I lined up my breast and Dylan eagerly took it. “You’ve got a dry diaper, too.”
“Good thing I put on the mask. He drenched it.”
Laughing, I blew a kiss at Kurt. Casually, he knelt in front of us. “You happy?”
“Deliriously so.”
Chapter Fifty-Five
December
Kurt
Knoah had given birth yesterday to Adaline Shaw, and earlier today, they’d been released from the hospital. Only the grandparents had visited the hospital late yesterday afternoon to meet their grandbaby. Knoah and Garrick had decided they wanted to be alone at the hospital, which I respected. Sawyer was chomping at the bit to meet little Miss Adaline.
I put Dylan in his car seat. Sawyer had gone to the garage to pull the car around. Why we couldn’t all go out to the garage, I had no idea. Sometimes it was just easier to not question it. There was a method to Sawyer’s madness.
I walked out the front door and paused when I saw George’s head peeking out of the sunroof. He looked my way, and I stopped short. Are those goggles on his face?
I opened the back door of the car to secure Dylan’s car seat. “What have you done to our dog?”
“They’re doggles. He loves the sunroof, but I don’t want his eyes drying out. We wanted to surprise you and give you the full effect.”
So, this was why we hadn’t all gone out to the garage. “How long has he had these?”
Sawyer grinned. “Couple of days. We’ve been trying them out.”
George dipped his head below to look at me like, “Duh.”
I smiled. This was my wife. Wife. I still fucking loved the term.
It was a miracle someone hadn’t posted the picture online yet. George was a celebrity in his own right. The fans adored him. In a week, we’d be doing another family photo magazine spread with Anna. The people were desperate to see Dylan. With us going on the road soon, we agreed it would be best to reduce the craze.
