Keeping Their Love (Griffin Brothers #7)

by Crystal Perkins

  I roll the high bench in the bedroom until it’s in front of the fireplace, and in view of the mirror over the bed. Just like I want it. “Lie down with your feet on the floor.”

  “I like this,” she says as she does what I ask.

  I don’t answer her. I know we’ll both be loving it in a few moments. I straddle the bench and hook her legs over my arms, pulling the lower half of her body up. I enter her in one thrust, and we both cry out.

  I alternate between looking down at Candi and looking at us both in the mirror as I move her feet to my shoulders. I lean over a little to hold onto the arm of the bench that’s above her head. The shift in position has my sexy wife going a little crazy under me as I move in and out of her at a fast pace. Her heels are digging into my shoulders, and she pulls my mouth down for a hot kiss.

  “Owen,” she screams as she comes hard.

  I drop her legs and reach between us to pinch her clit. I succeed in prolonging her orgasm as I let myself go. We’re both shuddering and shaking, and it goes on longer than I can ever remember before. Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since we’ve been completely alone. Or maybe it’s just because we’re both still in as much lust as love with each other.

  The rest of the night goes pretty much the same way. We make use of the heated private pool, the shower, couch, and, of course, the bed. We give each other our presents after midnight. I sketched her a date, and she gave me a picture of her ankle in the strappy heels she was wearing tonight. We fall asleep as the sun comes up, wrapped around each other, and believe me, nothing’s better than this.

  The alarm goes off too soon, but we’re both also excited to take Hope into the park. She’s been there before, but she’s at a good age to appreciate everything a little more now. We kiss and hold hands in the limo back to Anaheim, but don’t take it any further. We could definitely go another few rounds, but not today. Today’s for our little girl and my niece.

  We call Cyndi when we’re almost there, so she’s waiting with Hope as we pull up. I leave our bag with the bellman and we all head inside. We thank Cyndi and head into Disneyland first. This VIP thing is pretty awesome since it seems like everyone wants to spend Valentine’s Day at the parks.

  We’re having a late lunch at the restaurant we came to for Alex’s birthday. Right now it’s a princess themed meal, and Hope is in heaven. With her mouse ears on, she’s been posing for character photos like a boss. She even made her mom proud by asking the professional photographer which kind of camera he was using. That’s our girl.

  “Daddy, you said I could have whatever I want today.”

  “Yep. Did you think of something else you need?” I ask. There’s already going to be no room to sleep in our suite after all the packages we’ve had sent there, but I can’t say no to either of my girls. Ever.

  “One of those,” she says, pointing to the table next to us.

  I realize that she’s pointing at their baby and I look to Candi, both of our eyes wide. “You want a baby, Hope?”

  “Yes. I don’t care if it’s a brother or sister. I just want one.”

  Candi gets a big smile on her face, and leans over to take Hope’s hand. “We’ll need some help from you for that.”

  “I’ll help. What do I do?”

  “Well, you know how Daddy designs his paintings and sculptures, and I design my pictures?” Hope nods. “We have to do a different kind of designing to have a baby. It has to happen at night, and only if you stay in your own room and don’t come into ours.”

  “What if I get scared?”

  I snort. Our kid is fearless. “You never get scared, Munchkin.”

  “I know,” she says with a smile. “I’m a big girl. But what if I did?”

  “Then you just come knock at our door first, and we’ll let you in with us.”

  “Can I cuddle sometimes still?”

  “How about one night a week we plan as family cuddling night, but the other nights you let us work on designing a new baby?”

  “’Kay. Start tonight.”

  We laugh and I meet Candi’s eyes over her little head. “You want another?” I mouth to her.

  “If it’s okay,” she says out loud, biting her lip.

  “Definitely,” I tell her as I lean over to kiss her and then our girl.

  I’m going to get to make love to my wife almost every night of the week. And we’re going to try for another baby. We didn’t try the first time, so I’m feeling some pressure on me and my little swimmers to perform. I think we’re up to the task, though, so I don’t worry too much. I’ve got the perfect wife and most amazing daughter. My life is already the stuff of dreams.

  Chapter 7

  Ryan

  The clock has just struck midnight on Valentine’s Day. I’m in a freestanding bathtub, soaking in a bubble bath with Chloe. I booked us a hotel in L.A. for the night, so we’d be closer to her present for tomorrow. We’ve already tried out the bed, and the couch. She saw this tub and let out a squeal. I reminded her that she could’ve put one like this in our house, but she said it wasn’t right for that house.

  “Would you want a tub like this if we had another house?”

  “Maybe. Are you thinking about another house for us?”

  “Actually, I did more than think about it. I built us a new house. I was planning on taking you to see it this weekend.”

  She whips around and straddles me, bubbles clinging to her in the sexiest ways. “What? Where?”

  “Just outside of Seattle.”

  “You built us a house there? Oh my God, Ry.” She kisses me hard and then pulls back with a confused look on her face. “Did you decorate it?”

  “Of course not. Just the structure is done.”

  “Hmm. Well we should properly try out this bathtub to see if it will work in the new house.”

  I smile as she reaches down to take me in her hand. She strokes me a few times. I groan and cup her tits. She’s the one groaning as I run my thumbs over her hard nipples. We tease each other for another minute or so.

  Then she’s lifting up and sliding down my rock hard length. Oh yeah, this is home. We could live in a shack on the beach, and I’d still be home if I could be with her. That’s the last non-sexual thing I think of before giving over to the sensations coursing through me.

  I take one of her luscious breasts into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the nipple. She arches her back and cries out. She’s close, but so am I. I’m letting her take the lead, though, so I don’t allow myself to thrust up. Yet. I do start biting one nipple and then the next, while moving my hand down to play with her clit. She’d get there regardless, but I’m being greedy, and needy. I want her to break now.

  With my mouth and hands working her beautiful body, she’s screaming my name within seconds. I move my hands to her hips and begin to thrust. She kisses me hard, twisting her tongue around mine, and I’m coming less than a minute later. I cup her cheeks and slow her kisses into something sweeter as we both start to relax.

  “You’re welcome,” I tell her with a smirk.

  “Jerk,” she says as she splashes me.

  “That wasn’t a thank you?’

  “No. Your thank you was going to be a spectacular blow job, but I’m not so sure anymore,” she says as she stands up and gets out of the tub.

  I chuckle because I know that’s a lie. She loves sucking me off as much as I love licking her pussy. And that’s a lot. “So, you don’t want to sixty-nine once we’re dry?”

  Her eyes light up with desire, but in the next second she tries to hide it. “No.”

  “Liar,” I tease as I climb out of the tub myself. “I’ll be lying on the bed if you change your mind.”

  She makes me wait longer than I thought she would. In fact, I started to get a little worried. “You’re lucky I love your cock.”

  “I am. I’m thankful every day. And I love your pussy.”

  “I know. I’m lucky, too,” she says as she climbs over me.

  A coup
le of hours later, we’re cuddling in bed when I remember something. “Oh, I have your ‘reason’ in my wallet.”

  “Me too.”

  We both get up with smiles on our face and grab them. We swap papers and laugh because this has happened several times now—we’ve written the same thing.

  Reason #2,328 that you’re AWESOME and I LOVE YOU: It just keeps getting better and better every day.

  “So, tell me more about this house. And moving.”

  “I’ll do one better, I’ll show you.”

  I pull out a smaller version of the blue prints and sketches from the bag I brought for us. I grab her hand, and we walk to the table in the living room area. I’m actually a little nervous as I unroll everything for her to see. I didn’t consult her on this house like I did for our Vegas one. I wanted to surprise her, but I know I should’ve given her a chance to have some input.

  “Stop worrying. You know I love everything you design.”

  “Who says I’m worried?”

  She turns and cocks an eyebrow at me. That’s hot. Like really hot. I lick my lips as I think about how good she’d look spread out on the table for me.

  “Ow,” I say as she smacks me on the chest.

  “Focus. I’ve known you for half my life. So, I’m saying you’re worried, but you shouldn’t be. You know what I love, and you left the interiors for me.”

  “You love it? Really?”

  “I do. It’s a perfect second home. I mean, if it’s a second home.”

  “It is. I’m not looking to leave my family and friends or take a lesser role with the company. I figured we could spend summers there, though.”

  “That would be wonderful. You’re wonderful. My present sucks in comparison.”

  “I liked the sucking.”

  She rolls her eyes before smacking me again. “Does your mind ever leave the gutter?”

  “With you around? No. I can’t say that it does.”

  “I guess I should be glad you still want me.”

  “Always. Oh, and the plans aren’t all I’m giving you.”

  “Seriously, Ry?”

  “Whose mind is in the gutter now? I meant that I have something else planned as a gift. Can I have mine now?”

  “Yes,” she says sheepishly. “But now that I know there’s something else, I feel even more inadequate.”

  “I’ll love whatever you give me, so stop it with the crazy talk. No part of you is even close to inadequate.”

  She reaches into her big purse and hands me a long box. I open it to see several pairs of cufflinks that have a griffin with a butterfly on its nose on them. Just like the glass sculpture I had made for her years ago. I don’t know what she was worried about. There’s some for every occasion and they’re perfect.

  “They’re amazing, sweetheart. I’ll have to go buy some more French cuff shirts so I can wear them every day.”

  “That’s part of your present. I had a bunch made for you in all the colors you like.”

  “Seriously? You are the best wife ever.”

  “I love you, Ry.”

  “I love you too, Chlo.”

  I pick her up and carry her back to bed. To go to sleep. She’s surprised when I say that, but I tell her we have to get up early for her other present. She grumbles a little, but I promise her she’ll like it. We fall asleep like we normally do, with her head on my chest and my arms around her. Perfect.

  When we pull up to Mood the next morning, Chloe turns to me with her eyes sparkling. “You’re taking me to Mood? Are you going to buy me a ‘Thank you, Mood’ t-shirt?”

  “If you want,” I tell her with a laugh.

  “Of course I want. You know how much I love Project Runway.”

  “I do.”

  I can’t wait to walk inside and have her see her real present. We’re not just here so she can see the store. She practically runs inside and then comes to a stop.

  “Hi, Chloe,” says her favorite designer from the show.

  “You know my name?’

  “Breathe, Chlo,” I tell her with a laugh. “He’s here to design a few dresses for you. He’ll show you all the sketches and then you’re going to pick the fabrics.”

  “Really? How did you do this? I mean, I know you can do pretty much anything, but this?”

  “Stella helped with this, and Darcy helped with what comes next. Now go have fun while I get the rest of your present. Oh, and you can pick the sketches you like best or have them all. Whatever you want.”

  She pulls me in for a sexy and passionate kiss in the middle of the store. There’s some clapping when we pull apart, and I leave with a smile. I owe Stella big for this. I probably could’ve done it myself, but her connections made it so much easier.

  Darcy’s waiting for me outside of the jewelry store. I give her a hug and we walk in. One of her missions was helping find out which employee was stealing from this store and then upgrading their security system. She arranged for them to make a custom piece for me this week, even though they were swamped.

  “Hello, Mr. Griffin.”

  I shake the owner’s hand. “Please call me Ryan. And thank you for squeezing me in.”

  “Anything for Darcy. She really saved our business.”

  She waves him off, but she’s smiling. We go into a small office, and he pulls the earrings out. They’re beautiful, made of sapphires and diamonds. Pretty ironic. I thank him again and pay.

  “Thanks for everything, Darcy.”

  “Anytime, Ryan. I’ll see you guys later.”

  I walk back into Mood and can barely see Chloe over the pile of fabric on the cutting table. She went for them all. I knew she would. I’m surprised by some of the fabrics, though. They’re not her usual colors or patterns.

  “Trying something new?”

  “Ry,” she says jumping into my arms and kissing me again. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

  “You’re very welcome.”

  “To answer your question, yes. I’ve been convinced that I’ll look good in those colors and patterns.”

  “You’d look amazing in a trash bag. Or nothing.”

  “You’re proving my point from a few hours ago. Again.”

  I shrug. What can I say? My wife makes me horny. I’m not going to apologize for that.

  After I’ve paid for everything, we say goodbye to the designer. He’ll be flying out with the dresses in a month. Our friend, Quinn, has said that he can use her sewing studio for anything he needs. We put up the privacy screen in the limo and I give Chloe her other gift.

  “Oh my God. How do we keep doing this?”

  “We’re just totally in sync with each other I guess.”

  The earrings I got her are the same design as the pair of formal cufflinks she gave me, along with the others. A diamond griffin with a sapphire butterfly on its nose. She thanks me in a very satisfying way before we pull up to our hotel.

  I groan out loud as I see my little girl. Erin is almost two, but she takes after Chloe and me, so she’s tall and looks like she’s five. Kevin has her dressed completely in sequins and glitter. She looks fucking adorable, but I think people on the other side of the city can probably see her. The only thing she doesn’t have on are mouse ears. He promised to let us get them for her. I’m afraid she’s going to want those covered in sparkles, too. She’ll get whatever she wants, of course. I’m pussy whipped and kiddie whipped. And proud of it.

  “Daddy, I need ears.”

  “I know, Eri. We’ll get you some.”

  “Pretty ones?”

  “Only the prettiest for my best girl.”

  She turns to Kevin. “I’m the best girl and Mommy’s the best wife.”

  Out of the mouth of babes. “Yes, you are.”

  We thank Kevin, who winks at me because he knows what he’s done. After we drop off our bags, we get her—and me—sparkly ears. I know people are looking at me as we go on all the rides and take pictures with the characters, but who cares. I’m man enough to wear some glit
ter and sequins.

  Chloe’s not as okay with it when some random chick tries to hit on me. While I have Erin in my arms. I see her eyes flash, and pull her to us with my free hand. I kiss the hell out of her, and the woman’s gone when we break apart. I get a big smile from my wife, which means my work here is done. I just kicked some Valentine’s Day ass.

  Chapter 8

  Scott

  “Daddy, we see Buzz Lightyear tomorrow?”

  “Yes, Davey. Tomorrow we’re going to see Buzz and all the other characters. But tonight you need to stay with Grammy and Grandpa so I can give Mommy a present.”

  “Did you make her something? She loves the making presents the best. She says my pictures make her happy.”

  “I kind of made her something. I hope she likes it.”

  “She’ll like it. She loves you. She told me.”

  God, I love my kid. “I love her, too. And you too, buddy.”

  “I know.”

  “What are my two guys talking about so seriously over here?”

  “Whether you’ll like Daddy’s present. I told him you love him, so you’ll like it.”

  “You’re right,” Yas says, kissing him on the cheek.

  “I’m going to go with Grammy and Grandpa now. I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t forget about Buzz.”

  “We won’t,” I assure him.

  “We have the best kid ever.”

  “Yeah we do, baby. Are you ready to go?”

  “You packed everything we need?”

  “Yep.”

  “Then, yes, I’m ready.”

  “You got your game controllers, bro?” Owen asks as he walks by with Candi.

  Yas and I both flip him off. “You could, you know,” she whispers to me when they’re gone.

  I do know. When she let me tie her up with them years ago, it freaked her out. So I was surprised when she gave me a pair for our anniversary last year. She said she knew she had nothing to worry about, and if I wanted to, I could tie her up again. We’ve used them a few times—I’ve been tied up with them, too. But I didn’t bring them tonight. This is about something different.