A Beautiful Kind of Hope (A Beautiful Kind of Series Book 1)

by Cathy Johns

  I lay on the bed looking at the ceiling thinking and I don’t like any bit of where my head is going doubting if I’m doing the right thing, second guessing everything and every step that’s when I feel the bed dip on one side and I turn to look at her, she’s fully dressed and I wonder how long I’ve being lost in my thoughts, thinking and I missed the important part.

  She’s quiet, her eyes searching mine as she forces a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. I reach out to her and pull her to my side expecting her to fight but she doesn’t, she just pulls herself next to me, one hand on my bare chest, circling my nipple while I tug on her wet hair. We lay there for what feel like hours before rising up and gazing down at me.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, my thumb reaching out to wipe a stray tear at the corner of her eye.

  “Yes, just happy to have met you.” She says, her fingers reaching out to rub on my stubble.

  “I should shave” I say, trying to change this empty feeling I feel inside.

  “I like you like this.” She says, “It makes you look so mature and handsome at the same time.” That makes me laugh.

  “Oh gorgeous, you think so?” I pull her towards me and she falls on my chest, our eyes the same level.

  “I just don’t know where that domineering side of you comes from.” She states.

  “Which domineering side?” I pretend to not know what she’s talking about as I raise a brow.

  “Let’s see,” she starts to say as she taps a finger on my temple. “You came to my place of work, slung me over your shoulder and walked out with me, not a care in the world I was working, trying to make a living… and now you’ve ruined all that for me and I don’t have a job anymore.” She puffs out.

  I was wondering when this topic would arise and now I’m glad it has and I can see how it affects her since I tried to make it clear to her and Molly that she won’t be working in that club again, not now, not ever. I pull myself up so I can look at her as I lift her chin seeing the sadness in her eyes and I want to beat myself up for putting that sadness there even when I feel I have the best intentions for her. She’s not with me for the sake of it, she’s with me for the long haul.

  “About that…” I start to say. “I wanted to talk to you about it when I took you out for lunch and since you’ve mentioned it, I won’t hold it from you any longer.” She nods her head. “I’ll say it again, you are mine Hope, and as a man, I take care of what is mine and that means I’ll do everything in my power to give you what makes you happy, yesterday made me realize what makes you happy even though it broke my heart to see you cry.” I rub my hand on her thigh.

  “Kelly.” She whispers.

  “Yes Kelly, and so many others out there.” I pause looking at her hoping she understands where I’m going with this. “How would you feel if we started a children’s home?”

  “We?” she asks, her face in full shock and I nod my head.

  “You mean, you and me?” I nod my head again. “Taylor…” she covers her face with her hands and I reach out to pull her hands away and that’s when I see the tears. No. I don’t want her crying, I don’t want to see her sad. “You said she can be ours?” I know she’s talking about Kelly.

  “She’ll always be ours Hope” I assure her.

  I talked to Leo about Kelly and what we’re supposed to do when it comes to adopting her but it will take some time since Hope and I are not yet a couple. Or are we?

  “Thank you.” She says climbing on the bed and straddling me before kissing me. “I like your idea of both of us working together.” The smile on her face is enough to make a grown man like me cry.

  The look on her face is beyond happy, the smile reaches her eyes like I’ve just told her she won the lottery. Seeing her like this makes me want to make it my driving force to make sure she has everything life has to offer. She completes me in a way only other people would call crazy given the short time I’ve come to know her.

  “I can tell you’re good with the kids. And when I saw you with Kelly, I knew you were the best person to do what I had in mind since my work is so demanding.” I say, one hand cupping her cheek and the other one tugging her wet hair which has all these wild curls. “I like your hair.” I find myself saying.

  “It’s wet.” She says, tugging on it.

  “Can I take you out for lunch so I can give you more information on all we’ve talked about?” I ask.

  “You need to hurry up because you smell.” I sniff myself before looking at her and I see a smile there so I do something she wasn’t prepared for.

  “How about I make you smell too.” I pull her beneath me in one swift move as I start removing her clothes as fast as my hands allow me before launching my mouth on her nipple, sucking on it before mirroring the same to the other peak. She moans, whimpering beneath me as she pushes herself towards me, looking for that friction that will have her detonate beneath me, but I don’t give it to her. If she’s going to detonate, she’ll have to do it when my mouth in on her pussy, making her feel good. “I’m going to make you feel so good, Hope. I want to ruin you for any other man out there who’ll want a piece of you.” I smirk at her knowing I’ll never give her a chance to ever think of another man.

  And true to my words, I make sure she screams my name, begging me to take her but I don’t. Instead, I push her to the edge, two more orgasms and for a minute I think she can’t take another one but when I pull one more from her, she comes so hard, trembling like a leaf, clinging on to me, begging me to stop because she can’t take it anymore. Watching her come and get lost as she speaks all manner of incoherent things makes me feel like I want to go all primal on her. There’s nothing as beautiful as watching her come, letting go, letting me take care of her and I wonder how it’s going to be when I get to claim her with my dick.

  I push up from the bed and look at my gorgeous woman. She has fallen asleep and I can see the lunch date being postponed. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do but I want her here with me, if allowed, I want her with me all the time. I want this to be her home.

  I head towards the bathroom and grab a towel running it under the warm water and head back to the room so I can clean her up. She doesn’t move, just moans and goes back to sleep. I’ve truly exhausted her and now I’m wondering what I’ll do to her when she has the real thing.