Owning Beauty (Taking Beauty Trilogy 3)

She’d graciously forgiven me, but I knew I’d spend the rest of my life making it up to her. She deserved nothing but the best out of life and I intended to give it to her.

Starting with this raging cock between my legs.

I inhaled again, drinking in the scent of her like a sweet ambrosia, before moving my shoulder slightly in hopes that she would stir.

It worked.

She moaned, her eyelids fluttering before she graced me with those sparkling green lights of pure love.

“Good morning, Beauty,” I said, my voice husky with desire for her.

“Morning, babe,” she said, her sleepy whisper only making me harder.

“I’m so glad you’re awake,” I growled.

“You are? Why?” she asked, pushing her hair out of her face.

“So I can do this,” I growled, gently rolling her on her back as I rolled on top of her, my aching, hungry cock sinking into her warm, sweet softness easily.

I moaned, closing my eyes, the wave of delicious relief washing over me as I felt her thighs wrap around my hips.

I rocked into her, slowly relishing the feel of her, over and over, wrapping my arms around her writhing body, melting into her sweet pussy as I pulled her as close as I could, my tongue diving between her lips, the pure love bursting through me and exploding out of my cock, causing my entire body to shudder with violent, perfect pleasure.

“Bruce’s truck is still at his cabin,” I yelled over the shower door. “He must not be on the slopes yet. I’m going to go over and say hello to him.” Chloe was bending down and washing her leg, her soapy silhouette visible through the steamy glass, tempting me to take her again.

Later, I thought, we have the rest of our lives together.

“I’ll be out in a few minutes,” she called.

I walked out of the bathroom with a smile on my face. I stood at the large windows of the great room, gazing out at the picturesque view of the Hudson Valley. It never failed to take my breath away and this morning was no exception. I was envious of Bruce getting to enjoy this view every single day.

He’d put in his dues, that was for sure, and he deserved to live amongst such beauty. I was glad I could provide a place for him to get away from everything after all the shit he’d gone through.

His old job as the District Attorney had weighed hard on him. The cases were rough and the work load was unbearable. He’d gone into that job a completely different man than he was when he’d come out. He’d been out of the game for over two years now and I was happy to see that Mother Nature was having the effect we’d hoped it would have. He was quickly returning to his happy, easy-going self.

I couldn’t wait to see his face when I told him I was going to be a father.

Turning away from the view, I put on my boots and jacket and walked outside, breathing in the cold, fresh, morning air.

Bruce preferred to live in the smaller cabin on the property, even though it wasn’t nearly as nice as the main cabin. But he insisted it was much easier to clean and more comfortable for him, so I didn’t argue.

I trudged through the snow, walking down the slippery trail that led from one cabin to the other. His beaten up red Ford truck was parked in the driveway and I looked up at the small log cabin, surprised there wasn’t smoke coming from the chimney. The only heat in there was from the wood-stove and it was usually the first thing he lit in the morning.

He probably slept in, I thought.

I knocked on the door and waited a few beats before trying the knob.

It was locked.

That’s weird, I thought. Bruce never locked the door. I knocked again, waiting a few minutes before I pulled my keys from my pocket and unlocked the door, slowly opening it and calling out.

“Hey Bruce, it’s me,” I called.

Silence. Darkness.

I flipped the light switch and waited.

“Bruce!” I called his name again.

Silence.

I walked into the bedroom and saw him lying in bed, faced away from me.

“You’re still in bed? You must have really tied one over last night,” I said, walking around the bed.

I froze.

His eyes were open wide, his mouth agape, blood streaked across his face, his body stiff.

“Bruce!” I ran to him, my heart racing, my hands shaking as I tried to shake him awake. His head fell limp onto his chest and that’s when I saw the bullet wound, going through his right temple.

A gun lay on the blanket, next to his side.

“Bruce! Bruce!” I yelled, my head shaking in disbelief.

I let him go, backing up from the bed, my heart shattering.

“No, fuck! No, noooo….” I screamed.

I scrambled to the phone in the living room and called 911, trying to control the shaking in my voice.

“I need an ambulance!” I barked, sinking to my knees.

“Fast! Now, goddammit, now! Hurry!”

Chloe

One Month Later

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay alone?” Bear asked, his sad, denim eyes staring into mine. I couldn’t believe how strong this man was. He’d shown incredible strength these last few weeks. He’d broken down. He’d cried. He’d raged. And then, he’d picked himself back up and now all he was worried about was me.

“I’m fine,” I insisted. “Don’t think about me, babe. Try to get lost in work.”

He was going back to the office for the first time since Bruce’s death and I was so happy he was finally feeling up to it. It’d been so hard watching him go through all the grief of losing his best friend. Nothing made sense to him and it had taken him a while to get a grip on himself.

For the first few weeks after the funeral, he’d spent long hours in his study, drinking whiskey in the dark while I slept in our bed. I’d wake in the middle of the night, go to him, hug him, try to coax him back to bed and sometimes he would come…but he’d make love to me, desperately clinging to me the whole time, and afterwards, he’d make his way back to the darkness, isolating himself with his pain.

It was as if he didn’t want me to see it.

But how could I not see it?

He was bathed in it.

Our happiness had a huge, dark cloud over it now.

And there was absolutely nothing I could do to help. All I could do was love him, hard. And I did. I cooked for him, I tried to get him out of the house as much as possible, which wasn’t easy.

And when he came to me, so desperate with his pain that he didn’t know where else to turn for relief, I opened my arms and let him in. I held him as he cried, I kissed him, I ran my hands over his skin, doing anything I could to sooth the anguish.

It never seemed to be enough to make the grief go away.

It ate breakfast with us. It walked the halls of the penthouse, lingering in the dark corners, it slipped into bed with us. Late at night, when he thought I was sleeping and he hadn’t yet gone to the study, I could feel the bed shaking from his sobs.

It was heart-breaking to witness.

But everyday, it seemed to get a little lighter and in just this last week, his smile has returned.

He’d found solace in the baby. He’d wrap his arms around my waist, putting his ear to my belly and just lay there, listening, feeling, smiling through his sadness.

I straightened his tie, kissed his lips and hugged him hard.

“Call me if it gets to be too much, or you just want to talk, okay babe?” I said. “You can go back slowly, you don’t have to jump right back into full days. Mom’s been taking care of everything.”

“Matilda’s been incredible,” he agreed. “But I think it’s time I dive in. I need this. I need the distraction.”

“I understand,” I said. “Just be gentle with yourself, okay?”

“I’m fine, love,” he said. “I’ll see you tonight for dinner. Are you going to start working on the arrangements today?”

“Yes,” I smiled. He’d insisted we get

married right away. I think the renewed urgency was half because of the baby but also another part of the desperation he was feeling after Bruce’s death. Of course, he denied that, saying that he just wanted to make sure that me and the baby are cared for legally, should anything happen to him.

He signed everything over to me, all of his money, his assets, the island, the companies, everything, in case of his death. I’d protested for an entire week, the weight of such responsibility something I didn’t want any part of. He insisted it was all just legalities, and I wouldn’t be responsible for anything, except taking care of our child. I finally stopped protesting after that, but I was still uncomfortable with the thought of it all.

He looked so handsome today. He’d shaved, which he hadn’t done in a few weeks, his stubble growing longer and sexier, only adding to my attraction for him. But now it was all gone and so were his jeans and t-shirt. His suit fit him like a glove and I ran my hands over his arms, the fine dark silk sliding under my fingers smoothly.

He pulled me into his arms, kissing me long and hard. I felt his cock stir against my thigh and I pulled away.

“Go!” I laughed. “Before I jump your bones again. You look incredible, I’m already having a hard enough time.”

“Tonight, Beauty,” he growled, reaching around and grabbing a handful of my ass. “I need some of you.”

“I’m all yours,” I said, beaming at him.