Page 21 of Leather & Lace

“I wouldn’t tell you things I don’t mean, Brooklyn. I know I have said hurtful, stupid things in the past, but this, I would never lie about.” he says with seriousness with his words. I blushas I continue to swirl my wine in the crystal glass.

“Well, I have never had anyone do this or anything even close to this for me either.” I say as I shyly look up at him. His eyes were already on mine.

“Well, get used to it, baby girl. You are mine now, and what’s mine, I spoil.” I roll my eyes and then take a sip of my wine.

“Can I ask you something?” I question as I glance down at the dark blood red liquid in my glass.

“Of course. What's on your mind?” Taking my hand in his and kissing it gently.

“Why the roses? I mean, you have them all over your skin. On the gift box you got me. In your lapel? All over the damn floor and table. It's the only flower I have seen you gravitate towards.”

He takes a long moment to think. Bunching his brows together as if in a deep thought. “When I was younger, a woman saved my life. I remember how beautiful she was. How much love and warmth filled her eyes.”

He quiets and then continues again. “I remember the only time I had felt that was when I saw some beautiful red roses at the grocery store once. She reminded me of those flowers. She even smelt nice.” He looks so lost in his thoughts.

His eyes are clouded over. “I think I got those roses to remind me. That even in the darkness, true beauty still exists. That one act of kindness could save a life. I got the roses tattooed on myself to always remember that.”

I rub my thumb over his knuckles. My heart sinks at his confession. “Eli, I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No, baby girl. It's ok. You remind me so much of her.” He smiles and kisses the back of my hand.

“Can I ask what her name was?” I give him a sweet smile, trying to ease his thoughts.

“Ya, her name was Eve Winters.” My stomach dropped as her name rolled off his lips. I rip my hand out of his and clutch my palm to my chest. His face turned concerned as he watched me grab my phone from beside me as I swiped my fingers on the screen.

“Brooklyn? Everything ok?” He stands up as I lift my pointer finger in a waiting motion. Pulling up the most recent photo from last Christmas, I hold my phone out towards him. “Is this her?” Once his eyes focus on my screen, I watch his face turn white. As if he had seen a ghost.

Grabbing my phone out of my hand he questions, “How do you know her?” I can feel the tears welling up inside my eyes. My heart breaking at the thoughts of her memories running through my mind, Tears now stream down my face.

“She was my Aunt.” Is all I can muster out through the sobs wracking my throat.

“Was?” He tilts his head in question.

I nod slowly then take a deep breath. “She passed away a few years ago, Eli. A drunk driver killed her.” His eyes shoot back at the photo and linger there for what feels like an eternity. I can see the pain hidden behind them.

The agony of knowing she died while he lived. He hands me back my phone quickly and then sits back down. We are quiet while the opera singer serenades in the background.

“I am truly sorry for your loss Brook. She was a gift.” I started to sob louder as he jumped out of his chair and rushed over to me, pulling me in tightly to his chest. His large muscular arms are so protective and strong. I compose myself as I look up to him.

“She saved you so that you could find me.” Tears pour out of his eyes at my words. He leans in and kisses me deeply. After he pulls away from the kiss, he takes a white linen napkin and wipes the watery mascara off my face.

This moment we just shared is something I will never be able to explain or be more grateful for. The universe truly had our story written down since the very beginning. We were always meant to meet and to share a life together. My aunt saving him, proved that. We allowed ourselves to calm down with a glass of wine before dinner was served.

The food is divine. The carrot soup we started with was so rich and creamy. The bourbon and saffron filet mignon literally fell apart in my mouth and the mashed potatoes had me moaning in pleasure from the hints of garlic and creamy butter. It was the most exquisite meal I have ever had. The entire time I took a bite, I would groan in pleasure. I would even dance in my seat at times. Eli just watched me with a smile plastered on his immaculate face.

“I don’t think I have ever truly witnessed someone so animated when they eat,” He teases as he points his golden fork at me. I giggle and reply.

“Well, it’s well-deserved after a meal like this.” I can see a hint of pride run through his silver eyes.

After we finished dinner, he led me out to the backyard where he had a blanket, and four massive pillows set up under the twinkling, starlit night sky. Helping me to the ground, he pulls out some merlot from the wicker box next to us and some chocolate-covered strawberries.

He takes one and slowly brings it to my lips. I lick the chocolate with my tongue in slow motions. I noticed a twitch in his dress pants as I continued to assault the berry with my tongue.

“Mmm, baby girl, you can’t be playing like that. All I can picture is my cock being licked by that pretty little tongue.”

I feel my heart rate pick up and wet instantly from the thought of his dick inside of my mouth. His cum, dripping down the back of my throat. I gracefully pull myself to my knees andstart to undo his black leather belt, then unbutton his pants and slide them down to his thighs.

He is so aroused under my touch. I let my hand rub along his length on top of his blue boxer briefs, a shallow moan escaping his lips. Taking his underwear in my hands, I pull them down enough to let his massive cock spring free. It flings up and is standing at full attention.

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