*****
Dinner was delicious. I'm not going to lie though, I miss alcohol. I have to say I'm impressed that they only had one drink each. Most likely so I would stop pouting like a petulant child.
“Just think,” Rachel says while leaning over the table, “in about nine months, after that baby's born we're going to have a girls night and get shit faced.” She holds up her fist and I bump it before placing my hand back in my lap.
Braydon picks up the check in one hand and grasps mine with his other while sliding out of the booth. “Boo, dammit, I was enjoying not being in that chair. Do I have to get back in it?”
“Yes beautiful, you have to. Hopefully only a few more weeks and the cast can come off.” Setting me down in the chair he stands behind me pushes me to the hostess stand where he pays the bill.
Shaking my head I ask, “Um? Why did you just pay the bill? It's your birthday dinner. Let me pay.”
“Because I felt like it and I can.” Ooh, he's so arrogant some times. But I still want to lick him. He makes me so horny when he's feisty. The look he's giving me, like he can burn into my soul with his gaze is so hot. “Stop looking at me like that Ilyanna. We're out with friends and have plans. If not I'd drag you back to hotel.” Yes please, I don't say it out loud, I know the argument I want to start is futile so I let it go.
“Okay guys, let's save the fuck me eyes for later.” John's voice breaks the hold Braydon's eyes have on me and I look over at him, standing with his hands in his pockets of his gray dress pants, looking slightly uncomfortable. Rachel got lucky with him. He's a looker with his slightly long black hair slicked back off his forehead and boyish looks. If I didn't have such a fine specimen of a man for myself then I just might be jealous. “Let's get this show on the road.”
*****
I'm currently blindfolded, being navigated by Braydon who continuously hushes me when I ask where we're going. “Come on, just a hint please? I'll make it worth your while.” I beg while all around me it keeps getting louder and louder with people rushing past us, yelling and laughing.
He bends down to whisper in my ear. “You'll be making it worth my while anyway. So sorry, not telling.” He nips my ear before pulling away. Laughing when I grunt in frustration. Urgh, the bastard. While I silently fume I try and think of where the hell we're going. John and Rachel are talking wedding stuff so they're no help at all. Some kind of musical is all I can think of. So I bury my anger at the situation and join in on the conversation.
“As soon as that cast is off I want to go check out that new boutique downtown. I saw a dress in the window that's to die for. I want to see if they have it in plum. It would go perfect for what I have in mind for my dress.” She's talking in super speed and I imagine her hands flying all over the place. “And the cut is perfect now that I think of it. You know? Just in case you're showing a bit by then.”
“Great, now I'm imaging myself looking like a cow in my maid of honor dress.”
“Please Ily, you're going to be beautiful no matter how big you get. Just think of how much fun Braydon will have helping you burn it off after the baby's born.”
It sounds like he gives her a high five before shouting, “Hell yes I will, and I'm going to enjoy every second.”
I can't help thinking about how I told Braydon I'd be ready to get married in the spring. I don't know how he feels about it with our new addition. I for one have had a change of heart. We haven't really talked about it since his parents house. I know I don't want to rush it. I can just hear the whispers now about a shotgun wedding. Nope. Definitely having this baby first.
Holy shit, it's gotten ten times louder. “Are you taking me on the subway blindfolded?”
“No baby, no subway. Just a little while longer and I'll take your blindfold off.”
“Gee, thanks.” We come to a stop and I sense him move away from me. “Rachel?” I ask in a panicked voice. What's going on?
“Right here Ily. Braydon just had to go talk to someone.” She takes my hand so I know I'm not alone.
John laughs. "Did you think we were gonna leave you to the wolves?”
“No you ass. It feels like a zoo wherever the hell we are, I keep feeling people brushing against me. I don't want to lose you guys.”
“No worries beautiful, I'm back. You can't get rid of me that easily.” He's standing behind me again with his hands on my shoulders, his hands are shaking slightly.
“Baby? Are you alright? Your shaking.” I should be the nervous one, I have no fucking clue what's going on.
“I'm fine, just excited for your surprise.” His hands are suddenly gone from my shoulders and I feel him in front of me as he grabs my hands and gives me a soft kiss, lightly sucking and biting my bottom lip before pulling away. “I love you.” He tells me before coming in for another quick kiss.
“Mmmm. I love you too. More please.” I smile up at him. Or at least I think I am since I can't see. Searching for him so I can pull him back in for another, I feel the light stubble on his cheeks and know I've found my target. I release his lips and trail mine up to his ear. “I can't wait until we get back to the hotel so you can remind me what else you can do with that mouth..”
“You can count on it. Damn you're evil woman. I'll be sporting a semi all night thinking about the things I want to do to you with my mouth, among other things.” He nibbles my ear and pulls away, taking my hands in his again.
“Mr. O'Donnell?” Someone asks next to us. Definitely a native New Yorker from her thick accent.
“Yes?”
“If your party would follow me, I'll show you to your seats.” She says and suddenly I'm on the move again.
I can hear Rachel giggling behind us. No doubt she was in on this the whole time and didn't say anything. What a bitch!
Thunderous noise assaults my ears. Shit, I thought it was loud before. What the hell? There is no way a Broadway musical is this rowdy. Coming to a stop again a few minutes later, my blindfold's taken off and I have to blink a few times for my eyes adjust to the bright lights. What I'm seeing makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time. No doubt we're at a concert, just not sure who's. As I look around, I can see the balconies filling up with swarms of people. The speakers boom to life which draws my attention to the stage where the finishing touches are being set.
Braydon puts his arm around me from the seat to my right. No doubt protecting my injured side. “Surprise!” He yells over the music with a huge smile on his face. God I'm one lucky woman. He is so damn handsome.
“This is awesome baby! Thank you so much.” I grab his face and plant a long drawn out kiss kiss on his lips. “Who is it?”
“Well since you'll find out soon enough, no sense in hiding it anymore.” He looks so happy and carefree right now. “Lee Bryce.” I didn't think I could love him any more than I already do. Oh how wrong I was.
“Oh my God! Seriously? I fucking love you! I'm so excited.” I'm bouncing in my seat. I can't wait to see my favorite musician take the stage. “I've always wanted to see him in concert.” I clap my hands together, giggling like a school girl.
Looking over to my left I ask Rachel. “Can you fucking believe it? Lee Bryce! I think I'm gonna pass out.”
“I was so jealous when I found out you were coming to it. Little did I know, John had a surprise of his own for me.” She's bouncing in her seat right along with me. No longer needing to contain her excitement.
The lights go off, pitching us in darkness for a few seconds before the stage lights come on for the opening act. It's a new band. I'm not sure I recognize the name but their first song sounds familiar. I've probably heard it on the radio. This place is going crazy. I've caught our smiling faces on the big screen a few times from our section on the floor. So close to the stage. I think I can count maybe four or fives rows separating us from it. By far the best concert I've ever been to, and Lee hasn't even come on yet.
The final cords of the song end and the crowd erupts in cheers, catcalls and whistles
. The space is blanketed by darkness once again.
Minutes later bright lights shine down on everyone as they scramble out of their seats to get refreshments and use the restrooms. Braydon excuses himself saying he'll be right back and asking if we need anything. I look up at him and shake my head. I don't think this smile is ever going to leave my face. Watching him make his way to one of the exits, John comes and takes his spot to my right as my protector.
What the hell is taking him so long? They've changed sets and the lights have gone down. All around me I hear people talking and laughing, they seem oblivious to the silence and the fact that I think something should have happened by now. Being blinded by a light is not something I suggest to anyone. I look around into total hushed darkness. Huh? Why am I the only one with a spotlight on them?
I feel a hand on my right elbow and look at Braydon who's getting down on one knee with a microphone in one hand and a small velvet box in the other. Oh God, I think I'm going to be sick. Breath, breath, breath, I keep telling myself over and over again. Staring straight into his eyes I forget the thousands of people surrounding us. It's just the two of us.
“Ilyanna Sicliano, I can tell you exactly when I realized. It was the first morning that I woke up without you next to me. I had an emptiness inside of me and knew I needed you to fill it. I knew then that I was in love with you. I don't ever want there to be a day that goes by without getting to look at your beautiful face or hear your voice tell me you love me. To look into your eyes and know that you mean it.” The tears are streaming down my face as I listen to the love of my life confess his feelings for me in front of all these strangers. “I love you Ilyanna, be mine, be my wife, raise our children with me. Marry me?”
Forgetting about my leg I fling myself against him. “Yes, yes baby I'll marry you!”
Picking me up, holding on tight, he buries his face in my neck and I can feel his tears soaking through my hair. Kissing my face he whispers, “Thank you.” He kisses me again and all I can hear is the loud cheers from our audience.
The one
She said yes.
My God, that was one of the hardest yet easiest thing I've ever had to do. The choice was the easy part. Pulling it off not so much. Fuck I was so nervous.
Opening the box holding the ring, I take it out and place it on her finger. “Braydon it's breathtaking. Thank you.” She looks so beautiful shining in the spotlight.
“This was my Grandmother's ring. My Grandfather had it made in Ireland for her. My Dad gave it to me while we were visiting. I can't imagine anyone else I would ever want to wear it Ilyanna. You've made me the happiest, not to mention luckiest man alive by saying yes.” She has tears in hers eyes that mirror mine.
I signal the light technician with a thumbs up, let's get this show on the road. I can't get Ilyanna back to the room and naked fast enough.
Wiping away the tears on her cheeks with the pads of my thumbs, I sneak in for one more kiss as the crowd goes ape shit when the band starts to play. Maybe I should have thought a little bit more about when and where I was going to propose. I want nothing more than her undivided attention right now but I suck it up and watch the show, well some of it anyway. My eyes are trained on Ilyanna as she sings along with every song. And I can't help but feel smug. Sure he has her attention right now but I'm the one that gets to marry her.
“That was awesome!” Rachel yells as soon as we make it outside.
“He is sooooo hot,” Ilyanna giggles as Rachel joins in talking about how sexy he is.
John clasps his hand on my shoulder. “Congratulations man that was one great proposal. I'm so happy you finally found the one.”
“Thanks, I can't get to the alter fast enough, ya know? I feel like if I blink I'll wake up and this will have all been a dream.” Letting Rachel take over with the wheelchair, John and I hang back and let the girls get a good distance in front of us, but not too far.
“Any thoughts on when the wedding will be?”
“She mentioned spring when we talked about it last week. We haven't had a chance to talk anymore about it. I'm sure since I proposed it will come up again soon.”
*****
After saying goodnight to John and Rachel, who managed to get a room here, I take Ilyanna up a few more floors to our room.
“We're heading home tomorrow night. Anything particular you want to do before we leave?” I ask, shutting the door behind us.
“Hmmm? I think I'd like to do some shopping. But enough about tomorrow. Right now I'd like, no I'd love nothing more than my fiancé to make love to me.” She gives me a coy look and beckons me closer with her finger.
“Oh yeah?” I ask as I stalk towards her. Stripping out of my jacket and quickly shedding my shirt on the way. “I think I can deliver on that.” Scooping her up out of her chair I carry her to the bed and gently lay her down.
After removing her lone boot, I run my hands up the insides of her legs. “Hurry up, I need you. Bad. I've been thinking about you sinking your hot cock inside of me all night.” She spreads her legs showing me she's sans panties again and a growl comes from low in my throat.
“Damn. If I would have known you were naked under this dress I would have gotten a little creative in the dark.” Lifting her up while supporting her back I remove her jacket and the dress immediately follows. I remove her bra and bend down sucking one hardened nub into my mouth, making her moan.
“Take me like this Braydon please. I need to feel you on top of me. If I'm uncomfortable I promise I'll let you know.” She's raking her nails up and down my naked back and it's driving me fucking insane.
Releasing her nipple with a pop, I quickly lean over and swirl my tongue around the other. I love her fucking tits, all wet and glistening from my mouth. She's shaking with need and I love that I can turn her on so much without touching her pussy.
Standing from the bed I make quick work of my pants and boxers. I'm completely naked, my ridged cock at full mast, wetness leaking from the tip, so ready to sink inside her tight heat. “When you beg like that baby how can I say no?” Crawling back up her naked body, I run my hands from her thighs to her breasts as I go. Taking her mouth in a scorching, all consuming kiss, I pinch and pull on her nipples as inch by agonizing inch, I slowly sink myself inside her waiting sheath.
“Yes....” She hisses once I'm fully seated as deep as I can go, grinding my pubic bone against her clit. I slowly pull out to the tip and her muscles clench my cock so tightly I slam back in. Hard.
She sucks in a quick breath and I stop panicked. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Fuck I can't stop now her pussy feels too good. Shit all of her feels so good. I think I would die if I couldn't finish what we started.
“More, I want more. Please Braydon. Give it too me. Feels so fucking good baby.” She gyrates her hips, rubbing her clit against me and I feel her tighten again.
“God, your so tight.” I start to pick up a rhythm, mindful of her leg, but not at all dampening my enthusiasm. “I love your pussy and the way it hugs my cock just right, fuck your perfect.” I bend and lick and suck on her nipples making sure to pay them equal attention.
Bucking uncontrollably underneath me, I can sense she's close. I reach down and rub her little bud in fast circles, rubbing up and down her slit to where she ends and I begin, wet from our combined juices. “Fuck Braydon.... baby... I'm gonna cum so hard on your cock. Oh yeah, fuck, just like that, rub my clit baby. Make me fucking cum.” I feel her contract and soak my cock and I'll be damned if it's not the best feeling in the world.
I'm panting looking down at my cock stretching her wide as I grunt and shoot my load deep inside of her. “I love you fiancé,” I tell her as my breathing starts to calm. Rolling off of her and snuggling up to her left side I lay my hand on her stomach and gently caress our little life growing there. Kissing her softly a couple of times before rolling off of the bed and heading to the bathroom.
“I love you too fiancé.” She smiles at me while her hand has taken ov
er rubbing our precious cargo.
“Say it again.” I'm standing at the edge of the bed as I hand her a washcloth so she can clean herself off.
“I love you Braydon, my fiancé.” I can honestly say without a doubt, I will never get tired of hearing those words come out of her mouth.
*****
Being back at work sucks. It's been over two weeks since the accident. Ilyanna's birthday and Christmas are coming up. We had planned to go to Tennessee for the holiday to visit her mother but since the accident Mary has relocated to Boston permanently and is closing on her new condo in just a few weeks.
I miss our own little private bubble we shared for most of our time in New York, just the two of us. It's hard to keep my mouth shut about her working. I told her she could stay home at least until the cast is off. She doesn't want to hear it and insists on coming to work. Really I guess it's better that way. If she did stay home I wouldn't see her as much.
We planned on waiting until after John and Rachel's wedding to start planning ours, also deciding to stall our house hunting until after the baby is born. I have to admit I'm just a little impatient to make her my wife but she's dead set that we wait until after the baby for that too. Shit if it was up to me, we would have been at City Hall the day we got back in town.
I did end up having to get a restraining order on Lucy. She'd come by the office everyday when we were out of town. I won't let that crazy bitch anywhere near Ilyanna. Who knows what she's capable of. The last thing she needs is stress while she's pregnant and I'll do any and everything to prevent it.
As for B.C.O, it seems as if I'd never left. I knew it was a smart choice bringing John on board. A choice I'm thankful for him agreeing to, as it lead to Ilyanna coming into my life and for that I am forever grateful.
Sarah's adjusting nicely, her schooling, however futile has helped her mesh comfortably in my company. Rachel's even asked her to be in her wedding. She's also become fast friends with the girls. Coming over for dinner with Brent and tagging along the couple times we've gone out. Nothing wild since Ilyanna still has her cast. We've all been to the movies and our favorite sports bar a few times. Ilyanna says just because she can't drink, it doesn't mean she has to ruin everyone's fun. She's so selfless, one of the many qualities I love about her. She seems to be over what happened with Sarah a few months ago, which is fine by me. I hated the awkwardness between them at first.
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