Love At First Touch

by Olivia T. Turner

  I’ve been eagerly waiting for the ring that he keeps hinting is coming, but I won’t feel totally secure about all this until the warm metal is wrapped around my finger. It just feels too good to be true.

  It’s Thursday night and Westin has a weekly tradition with his siblings to have a family dinner in the conference room of their business. His father started it when they were kids and they’ve kept up the tradition after he passed.

  This is the first time he’s invited me, so it feels like a big step in our relationship. I want to make a good impression, so I’m really nervous as he grips my hand while we walk down the hallway.

  “I’m not imposing, am I?” I ask as the butterflies start fluttering in my stomach.

  He stops and turns to me with those fierce dark eyes that always feel like they’re peering into my soul.

  “You’re part of me now,” he says as he grips both of my hands like he’s never going to let go. “You’re part of my soul. You’re my other half, you understand?”

  I nod as I gaze into his beautiful eyes. Of course I understand. I’ve been feeling the same way for the past month. Ever since he picked me up at my condo (the condo I’ve barely seen in a month). I feel like he’s an extension of me, like another limb or a part of my heart that’s now on the outside of my body.

  “I know my brothers and my sister are going to love you as much as I do. Well, maybe not as much as I do. No one can match that.”

  I smile as he leans forward and kisses me softly on the mouth. All of my worries seem to just wash away whenever this man has his lips on me. The butterflies stay, but they’re different butterflies now. They’re the good kind.

  “Okay,” I say as I lick his delicious taste off my lips. “I’m ready now.”

  We head inside and I gasp when I see two men wrestling on the conference table. It’s Eli and Luke. Luke is on top of him, pressing Eli’s head into the table with his thick forearm as Nolan scrolls on his phone, not even watching the fight.

  “That’s enough!” Westin snaps as he pulls out a rolling chair from the table for me. “There’s a lady present.”

  All three of them turn to me with a smile. I don’t know what they were fighting about, but they seem to forget all about it as soon as I sit down. Luke gives Eli’s head one more dig into the table before he gets up and straightens his suit out.

  “Sorry about that,” he says with a grin. “I’m heading back to the Caribbean tomorrow and I was giving my brother a proper goodbye.”

  Eli rubs his head as he slinks into a chair beside him. “It’s not going to be the same over video conference,” he says with a frown. “I don’t think I’ll get used to fighting with a laptop.”

  I smile as I look around the table. I love all this brotherly love.

  Gabriel and I don’t fight like these guys, but we have our own way of showing love. Our relationship has been much better since the morning after the fashion show.

  He’s handed over the running of the company to me, but has been great in helping me out with anything I need. We’re working together and have been closer than ever.

  The first thing I did as the boss was to show up at Mr. Jones’ house with a homemade apple pie and we got him back as a client. I think his wife was on my side and helped push him back to us. She was always good friends with my mother.

  “Give them another chance, Walter,” she said as she cut him an extra big slice of the pie. “How many times did their father let you pay wholesale when things were tight?”

  He frowned as he took a bite, but eventually he caved and gave us another shot. I think the pie helped.

  Gabriel agreed to shut down the whole fashion wing of the company and we’ve written it off as a loss. We took all of the clothes that Gabriel had made and sent them to flooding victims in Africa.

  “Haven’t those poor people been through enough?” Eli asked when he found out. “Now they have to look ridiculous on top of everything else?”

  He’s right, but I don’t ever want to see those clothes again. I’m just happy they’re gone.

  We restructured the company and got it back to the basics. Westin has been helping with that. He’s a real genius when it comes to all things business and I’m constantly amazed by the things that come out of his mouth. It’s no wonder his company has done so well. It’s clear that he’s the brains behind it.

  “Where’s the foooooood?” Nolan whines as he glances at his phone.

  “Did she text you?” Eli asks with a groan.

  “Nope.”

  Brooke arrives a few minutes later with a few pizza boxes and tosses them onto the table. The boys are like animals, diving in and yanking pieces away like they’re going to vanish any second.

  “Ow,” Brooke says with a whine. “That’s the last time I get pizza from Frederica’s. My wrist is killing me!”

  Westin sets me up with a big piece of vegetarian as they get into it.

  “Frederica’s is the best in the city,” Eli says with a mouthful of food.

  “Best in the world,” Luke corrects.

  “Then you get it,” she says as she tosses her purse on the table and slumps down in a chair. “I have dainty little sister wrists.”

  Luke shakes his head, showing no sympathy as he bites off a piece. “You bring the food. It’s tradition.”

  Nolan nods in agreement. “Can’t break tradition, Brooke.”

  “Next time we get pizza, I’m getting it from Sparky’s.”

  “No!” they all shout at the same time.

  “Sparky’s sucks!” Eli complains.

  Nolan is nodding in agreement. “It’s like eating cardboard.”

  “I had to walk nine blocks with those pizzas!” Brooke says, not giving in to these four huge men. “Sparky’s is across the street.”

  I eat my pizza with a smile on my face, loving the riotous family atmosphere and loving having Westin by my side while it goes on.

  It’s been so lonely over the past year, eating dinner by myself while watching game shows. This is much better.

  “This is Victoria’s first Thursday night conference dinner,” Westin interrupts. “How about we don’t act like cavemen for once?”

  “Impossible,” Eli says with his mouth full. “We are cavemen.”

  Westin shakes his head. “I’m quite aware.”

  “I like cavemen,” I say with a grin.

  Luke gives me a high five from across the table. “I knew she was one of us!”

  After we’re done eating the pizza, Westin takes my hand and leans in close to my ear. “Let’s go upstairs,” he whispers.

  “I thought this was the top floor,” I whisper back.

  “Nope. There’s one more.”

  We excuse ourselves and I head toward the elevator, but Westin pulls me toward the door that leads to the staircase.

  “Up this way.”

  “On the roof?” I ask as we start walking up the metal stairs.

  He stops and gently pushes me against the wall. My heart is already pounding as he kisses me with so much love and desire that I feel like I’m going to wilt away.

  His hands grip my hips tightly and my pussy responds with a deep warm throbbing. Just when I think the clothes are about to come off, he pulls his mouth away from mine and continues up the stairs. I follow him, breathless.

  The summer air is warm on my tingling skin as we step onto the roof. We’re on the top floor of one of Manhattan’s highest skyscrapers and the night sky is the brightest I’ve ever seen with the shining full moon and the dazzling stars. We could be the only two people in the universe and that would be fine with me.

  The view of the busy city lit up at night is spectacular, but I’m not looking at any of it.

  Confusion fills my brain when I see large vases of red roses everywhere. There are thousands of them and enough candles that the New York Fire Department might be on their way here.

  It’s incredibly romantic and my heart starts to patter as I realize what’s about to happen.<
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  “Westin…” My words give out. There are no words to say.

  “Victoria,” he says as he stands in front of me, looking more beautiful than ever in the candlelight. “I knew I wanted you from the first moment I saw you at the wedding in that spectacular red dress. My heart belonged to you then, and now I’m asking for your heart. For all of eternity.”

  My hands start shaking as he drops down to a knee in front of me.

  “Oh, my God! Westin…”

  “Victoria,” he says softly as he pulls out a little blue felt box. “Will you marry me?”

  He opens the box and presents a huge diamond ring.

  I feel like I’m going to faint as I look at it, as I look at him. For a few seconds, I have an out of body experience, watching us from above—him in his black fitted suit with that loving, pleading look in his eyes, and me in my gray dress, looking shocked but ecstatic.

  With a sharp breath, I manage to pull myself back into reality and nod my head.

  “Yes,” I say as tears start streaming down my cheeks. “Yes, I’ll marry you!”

  He puts the ring on my finger as quickly as he can and then leaps up and swallows me in his big arms.

  I bury my face in his muscular chest and let the happy tears flow.

  We’re going to be together forever.

  Epilogue

  Westin

  Three months later…

  I’m so filled with elation that my mind is too scattered to think straight. Pieces of the past year flash through my mind—bits and moments, each better than the last, and each involving the most amazing girl on the planet.

  I dig my toes into the cool sand and close my eyes, listening to the gentle laps of the waves on the shore mixed with the whispering of all the people we love sitting in front of me. I want to soak this all in. Every sensation, every thought. I want to be able to look back on this day when I’m eighty years old and remember every incredible detail.

  The soft music starts playing—a string quartet, the best in New York—and I open my eyes to try and catch a glimpse of my beautiful bride.

  We’re on the beach in the Hamptons in front of a huge luxurious beach house I rented. At least, Victoria thinks I rented it. I’ll let her know later tonight that I bought it for her. A little wedding present for my bride.

  Gabriel is at my side as my best man. I couldn’t choose between my three brothers, so we agreed on this to avoid any hurt feelings.

  I watch with watery eyes as Brooke walks down the sandy aisle alone. She’s Victoria’s maid of honor. She gives me a wink before standing on the bride’s side.

  Nolan is after her with Arya on his arm. Eli comes next with Carrie in her blue bridesmaid dress. Luke is last with a pregnant Aubrey, her curly blonde hair bouncing with every step.

  I feel so blessed. My heart is overflowing with love.

  The five girls are as close as sisters and Victoria already feels like she’s part of the family. Today, we’re making it official.

  A loving warmth radiates through my body when the music changes and my bride comes into view.

  Victoria looks stunning in a mermaid shaped dress that shows off her hips that I can’t get enough of. Mr. Jones is walking her down the aisle, giving her away.

  My possessive eyes are locked on her. Her strawberry blonde hair is up, showing off the slender curve of her neck. I get an intense urge to run over there and plant kisses along it, but instead, I dig my toes into the sand and stay put.

  It’s torture standing here and not being able to grab her, to hold her, to strip that wedding dress off her. I’m already counting the hours until I can sink into the warm sticky sweetness between her legs when she arrives by my side.

  I don’t hear one word the priest says. I just stare at her in awe the entire time. I can’t believe that this beautiful angel is mine.

  We exchange the rings and say the “I do’s” and before I know it everyone is holding champagne flutes in the air with smiles on their faces.

  “To the newlyweds!” Nolan shouts and everyone drinks.

  Everyone except for Victoria. I see her subtly dump the champagne onto the sand and put the empty glass to her lips, pretending she drank it.

  “What was that about?” I whisper in her ear as everyone gathers around to congratulate us.

  She gives me a little smile and my heart stops.

  “Really?” I whisper.

  She tilts her head and smiles as everyone comes over, slapping hands on my back and saying how happy they are for us.

  My focus is only on her.

  And on my baby that I’ll be holding in my arms.

  In nine long months.

  Epilogue

  Victoria

  Twelve Years Later…

  I’m all sweaty as I come in from a jog on the beach and smile when I see Westin sitting with our four girls. They’re watching Beauty and the Beast again. Third time this week.

  “Why don’t you let Daddy watch something else?” I ask with a laugh as I cross my arms and lean against the wall. “I’m sure he’s sick of this movie by now.”

  “Never,” he says as Gaston starts singing. “It reminds me of our first date. How could I ever get sick of that?”

  We’ve been together for twelve years now and have four beautiful girls. Our youngest Zoe starts kindergarten in two weeks so we’re taking one last vacation at the beach house before the chaos of school starts once again.

  Westin is still killing it at Cline Corp with his brothers and I’m still rocking my father’s company with Gabriel by my side. Ten years ago, Westin and I couldn’t take being apart for eight hours a day, so I moved the company into the same office building as them.

  Now, we’re only a quick elevator ride away from an office quickie whenever we feel the need.

  “How was your run?” he asks with a grin as his eyes start hungrily eyeing my legs in my tight running shorts. Uh oh. I know that look…

  “It was good. Hot.”

  “I’ll bet,” he says as he bites his lip while checking out my chest.

  “Well, I’m going to take a shower,” I say as I leave them to their movie and head upstairs into our ensuite bathroom.

  This place is spectacular. It’s one of the nicest beach houses in the Hamptons and every neighbor on the street seems to be a celebrity except for us. As if marrying a man like Westin wasn’t a gift enough, he gave me this too.

  I strip down to my sweaty skin, leaving my clothes on the bathroom floor as I step into the huge shower. Cool water washes down on my face as I hear the door creak open.

  I don’t need to look to know who it is.

  Westin comes in and locks the door. I watch him through the foggy glass as he takes off his clothes and comes in to join me.

  His cock is already rock hard, towering up and looking ready to go. I swallow hard when I see a drop of pre-cum ooze out and slide down his thick shaft.

  That’s all it takes to get me wet.

  “Time for the rest of your exercise,” he says as he slides open the door and comes in. He shuts it behind him and turns me around with force.

  I gasp as I slam my palms onto the cool tiles and watch him drop to his knees behind me.

  “Wait,” I say as he grabs my ass cheeks with a deep groan. “I haven’t washed yet.”

  He frowns as he grins at me with a knowing look in his eyes. “You know I love your taste when it’s nice and sweaty.”

  “You’re crazy, just let me—oh!”

  He buries his face between my legs and I turn to jelly as he eats my pussy out. He’s so good at this. I love that he gets so into it, even after all these years together.

  I start grinding against his mouth as he brings me closer and closer to the edge of euphoria.

  He grabs the front of my thighs, pulling me against his mouth and I cum hard on his lips.

  I’m pressing my forehead against the cold tiles, sucking in a breath, fighting back moans, as the orgasm he unleashed tears through me like a wildfire.


  “Why do you spoil me so much?” I whisper as he turns me around and presses my back against the shower wall.

  I’m dazed and completely submissive as he lifts my leg and thrusts his big cock deep into my wet tingling pussy.

  “Oh shit,” I moan as I feel him stretch me out. I’ll never get used to that amazing feeling. Every time still feels like the first time. He’s that big.

  “You’re my girl,” he growls as he grabs my breast and squeezes it. “I gotta take care of my girl.”

  My body is rocking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth as he thrusts his glorious cock in and out.

  It’s been over a decade of this bliss.

  I can’t believe that I get to do this until I’m a wrinkled old lady. I know that he’s still going to find me as sexy then as he does now, as he did when we first met.

  Westin only has eyes for me.

  I’m still his obsession.

  And I thank the universe every day for that.

  The End!

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