by Dinah McLeod
“Time to get up, sleepyhead. Throw some clothes on.”
“What?” I yawned, looking at the black night sky outside my window. “What time is it?”
“One minute after midnight,” he said, grinning with a significance that was completely lost on me.
Before I could ask what was wrong with him, he tossed me a T-shirt and a pair of panties. “What, no pants?”
“You won’t need them,” he said with a wink.
As annoyed as I was to have my sleep interrupted—I was an eight-hours kind of girl—I was equally intrigued. I slipped the silky nightie I’d been wearing over my head and put the t-shirt in its place. I’d barely had time to change out of the thong Brody had me wear to bed and slip on a pair of sandals before Brody pulled me out the door.
I walked as quickly as I could to his car, yanking on the hem of my t-shirt, as though that would magically make it cover my ass.
“I wouldn’t worry about it if I were you,” he grinned. “Only crazy people are up this early anyway.”
“You don’t say,” I drawled.
“As it happens, I have something to show you.”
I fought off another yawn, even more interested. I could say one thing for life with Brody—it was never what you expected, but tended to be ten times better for it.
“Where are we?” I asked as we pulled in front of a modest one-story home.
“This is the house my company is working on. I have got a set of keys. Come on.”
“What?” I sat there mystified until Brody walked around and opened my door.
“I’ve been wanting to show it to you for a while now, but with your schedule and all… the owners will be moving in next week, so if we’re going to have a chance, it has to be tonight.”
“A chance for what?”
“You’ll see.” With that promise made, he took my hand and led me up the cobblestone pathway to the door. In no time he had us ushered into the foyer and closed the door behind us.
I turned my head from side to side, taking in the beautiful detail. There were vaulted ceilings and a fireplace. “Very impressive.”
“Yeah?”
It was easy to see from the way he rocked back and forth on his feet that my opinion meant a lot to him. “Beautiful. You’ll have to build me a house someday.”
“Oh, I don’t know. It’s very expensive and I don’t know if you can afford me.”
I giggled and allowed myself to be pulled farther into the house. Brody stopped when we reached the living room.
“I want you lying flat on your back.”
I did a double-take, blinking rapidly. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Shana Rae. On the floor, now.”
I scrutinized him and had to stifle a giggle. Now I understood the fidgeting—he was horny as hell. Disregarding his order, I reached out and put my hand on his crotch, finding exactly what I was looking for. I stroked the long length of his cock through his jeans, making him groan.
“I thought I told you—”
“I’m going, I’m going,” I grumbled. When I’d turned to comply, two stinging spanks landed in quick succession on the seat of my panties. “Hey!”
“Attitude, Shan.”
I pressed my lips together to smother another giggle and hurried to comply.
“That’s it. Just like that, flat on your back.” He strode over to where I laid, my back pressing into the cool wood of the floor. “Perfect.”
A shiver slid over my skin, making goose pimples rise over my arms and legs. I could feel my thighs quivering in anticipation.
Brody kneeled beside me and began running his fingers through my long, black hair. “I’ve been working on this house for the last seven months. And do you know what I thought of every day as I laid this floor?”
My heart was beating a steady tempo against my ribs. Mutely, I shook my head.
“The only thing I’ve been able to think about was laying you down on this floor and fucking you until you need my help to stand.”
“Oh, you don’t want to do that,” I breathed, my voice sounding strangled to my own ears. My body was positively radiating with heat all the way to the tips of my curling toes. “Then you’ll have to carry me to the car.”
Brody’s eyes crinkled as he grinned. “Are you talking back to me, my Shana?”
“No, sir.” I didn’t have to think about it—the words practically flew to the tip of my tongue these days and rolled off with ease.
“Good girl.” With that, he bent his head and began nibbling on my neck. He wasted no time in working his way down and tugging my shirt down along with it. When he turned that devious, wonderful mouth to my full breasts, he suckled and bit until I was moaning in simultaneous agony and delight.
The moisture collecting in my panties told me I was far more delighted. “You’re going to give me a hickey,” I complained good-naturedly.
“Then I guess you’ll have to reserve them for my viewing only.”
I could feel my body flushing, the heat traveling up my thighs and pooling at my already dripping pussy. When he bent his head to blow on my pussy lips, I squirmed.
He grinned wickedly. “I was going to bring you here earlier. Just think, we would have had all night for to me do all kinds of things to your hot little body.”
“Why didn’t you?” I gasped, groaning as he dipped a finger into my cunt.
“Because someone was a bad little girl. You know the rules.”
I closed my eyes, nodding. Ever since we’d gotten together, Brody had made it clear that orgasms were for good girls only. Now it made perfect sense, because early or not, it was a brand new day when he woke me up. When he took out his long, hard cock and plunged it into my slick depths, I was sure glad he had.
* * *
“You look stunning,” Brody complimented as I came into the living room.
“Your command was to dress nice, I believe,” I simpered.
“I’m glad you chose to behave yourself. Turn around, let me have a look at you.”
I obediently twirled, letting him take in the slinky black dress I was wearing. I had a lavender shawl draped over my shoulders and was wearing matching lavender pumps.
“Beautiful, as always.”
“You’re a little biased,” I remarked, blushing nonetheless as he pressed a kiss to my temple.
“Let’s get going, hmm? We have a reservation for seven o’clock.”
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a secret, just like it was when you asked me an hour ago,” he replied drily. “Do you need a little reminder session before we go out, or will you stop asking?”
I was tempted to argue with him just to have him throw me over his lap and deliver stinging discipline with his paddle-like hand. In the end, my stomach rumbled, settling the question. That was all right, I had all night to be naughty.
It didn’t take us long to get to the restaurant and when we did, my mouth dropped open. I’d heard of Seymour’s before, but I’d never been. It was a quaint little restaurant, with a stunning view, exquisite cuisine and an eight-week waiting list. Or so I’d heard.
“Do you like it?”
I closed my mouth and turned to him. “I was kind of craving a burger,” I deadpanned.
He arched an eyebrow, but even though he was trying to look stern, I saw his eyes glinting with laughter.
“Or we could eat here. You know, if you want.”
“Good girl,” he praised lightly, getting out of the car.
To my surprise, a valet stepped up to mine and opened it for me. “Thank you.”
Brody came around and offered me his arm. “My lady.”
I slipped my hands around his strong arm, giggling. “My lord,” I replied in my breathiest voice. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear I saw his pants tent, however briefly.
Even though it was a small restaurant, it was very impressive. All the floors were hard, shiny wood—I noticed Brody looking those over appreciatively—with a chandel
ier overhead and crystal glasses.
“Swanky,” I whispered with a smile. We were normally burgers and fries people.
From the moment we were seated—the plush cushions were heavenly; I was almost sorry I didn’t have a sore bottom for them to soothe—the wait staff took excellent care of us. We had our meals in record time; I’d ordered the swordfish and Brody had gotten the steak, both of which were excellent. The view really was incredible. We had coveted window seats, which took a two-month advance reservation to get. It was easy to see why; the lake outside was clear and glittering, surrounding an enormous oak tree that was strung with pretty white lights that bounced off the water.
“It’s beautiful,” I commented with a little sigh.
“It’s a tree,” he commented lightly. “You’re beautiful.”
I giggled and shook my head at him, picking up the dessert menu. I was looking it over when I heard Brody clear his throat.
“I know it’s a few weeks early, but I brought your birthday present.”
“Really?” I asked excitedly, putting the menu down. To my surprise, Brody was kneeling in front of my chair, holding out a black velvet box. “Oh, my God.”
“Now just remember, you can’t say no. We have a pact.”
“Brody…” I could feel tears prickling my eyes.
“Will you marry me, Shana? Will you be my wife, my helpmate, the woman I grow old with?”
I was having trouble breathing. I was so amazingly surprised and touched.
“And just remember,” he said in a low undertone, “that saying yes means agreeing to follow my rules and accept my discipline.”
A spasm of electricity coursed through my body at the words. “Yes, sir.”
His smile widened. “Does that mean…”
“Yes. Yes, of course it’s yes, you idiot!” I laughed. Around us there was a smattering of applause and I turned my head, realizing the other patrons had stopped eating to watch.
Brody leapt to his feet, opened the box to reveal a white gold band encrusted with diamonds all the way around. He slipped it on to the hand I held out, beaming as he folded me into a hug. “Don’t think for a moment you’re not going to pay for the idiot comment.”
“If I thought that,” I whispered back, “I wouldn’t be marrying you.”
When I saw the flash, I realized that Brody had hired someone to photograph his proposal. I smiled warmly up at him. “You thought of everything, didn’t you?”
“It’s been in the works for a while.”
“Really? How long?”
“Since you moved back.”
“What?” I laughed. “No, really.”
“Really. The minute I saw you pull up in that taxi, I started making plans.”
I shook my head in wonderment. “You really are something else, Brody Patterson.”
“We’re a perfect fit, wouldn’t you say, Mrs. Patterson?”
I bit down on my lip, trying my hardest not to cry as I looked into his eyes. “I would.”
At that moment, our waiter approached holding a covered tray. When he removed the cover and set it down in front of us with a flourish, I made out a heart-shaped chocolate cake garnished with whipped cream and raspberries.
“I already said yes!” I laughed.
“The cake was insurance,” he said with a wink. “We all know how big a sweet tooth you have.”
“My sweet tooth? What about you?”
“OK, you’re right. The cake’s for me.” He picked up the lone fork and gave me his signature panty-dampening grin. “But don’t worry, I’ll share.” He cut off a bite and offered it to me.
When my lips closed in around the decadent dessert, I truly was in pure heaven. Just when I thought the night couldn’t get any better, he ordered a bottle of celebratory champagne.
“Just one glass for you,” he teased, wagging his finger at me and making me laugh. When it arrived, he poured a glass for each of us and raised his for a toast. “To my beautiful bride-to-be. This has been a long time in the making—”
“A long time,” I agreed.
“But now that it’s here, I couldn’t be happier. I think things happened exactly as they were meant to be.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” I said and we clinked glasses. After two glasses of champagne—Brody leaned across the table and whispered delicious-sounding threats as I sipped the second glass—I excused myself to the restroom. I hadn’t even made it to the door before I whipped out my cell, dialing Becky’s cell.
She picked up on the third ring. “Hey, Shan. I was just about to call you.”
“Really?” I beamed into the phone.
“Yeah, I’m sort of having this problem with my mother-in-law. Seth says she’s used to a different type of cooking, being that she’s from Ireland and all, but I say she just being a picky snob. Whatever, I—”
“Becky.”
“I don’t really care about that. Or the fact that she ate my last Butterfinger, even though she swears she didn’t. Or that she leaves the toilet seat up—for God’s sake, who ever heard of a woman—”
“Becky,” I tried again, bursting with my news.
“—leaving the toilet seat up? She does it for my father-in-law! What the hell is wrong with his hands, may I ask?”
“Becky.”
“I just want her gone, Shan. And so, I sort of thought maybe you, my dearest friend, being a doctor and all, could tell Seth that I have an allergic reaction to his mother.”
I was pushed off topic despite myself. “What?”
“You know, say I’m allergic to her perfume or something.”
“Wouldn’t she just stop wearing the perfume?”
“Ha! If that woman would change anything for anybody, I’m sure we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
“Becky, I’m sorry about your problems with your mother-in-law. Also, I’m going to be getting married.”
It took a few seconds to register, but when it did I had to hold the phone away from my ear to avoid being deafened by her squealing. “Really? When?”
“Oh, about five minutes ago.”
“And you just let me go on and on? Why didn’t you tell me to shut up?”
I smiled to myself, thinking that no one told Becky to shut up. Well, except maybe for Seth, but he could only get away with it because she’d be sore if she didn’t listen.
“When’s the wedding? Are you going to elope? God, I wish we’d eloped. Are—”
“Whoa! Slow down! I don’t know any of that yet. Well,” I amended, smiling into the phone, “maybe one thing. Will you be my matron of honor, Becky?”
“Are you kidding? Of course I will! Oh, Shana, we’re going to have so much fun!”
We talked and laughed for the next five minutes until I told Becky I’d better get back to the table.
“OK, well, we’ll go out after you get off tomorrow and look at wedding dresses, okay?”
“Sure,” I laughed. “I’d love to.”
“Oh, and Shan?”
“Hmm?”
“About that allergy…”
“I don’t think so, Becky. You’re going to have to find a way to learn to live with her or tell her to leave.”
“Why?” she whined.
“Because I don’t think our bottoms could take the consequences when Seth figures it out and tells Brody!”
“But he doesn’t have to know!”
“Bye, Becky.”
She sighed heavily on the other end. “Fine. I’ll think of something.”
“Of that I have no doubt.” With a quick goodbye, I ended the call. I’d never been so happy and at peace in my life. I was pretty sure anyone who looked at me could see the glow emanating from me. I wasn’t sure that I deserved a second chance, but God knew I was so glad Brody had given me one. I checked my reflection in the mirror one last time before heading to the door, eager to join the man who’d held my heart in his hands for the last twenty years.
The End
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