Page 121 of Counterfeit Connection

“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath and it only gives me more energy.

I suck his tip hard then release it with a pop before taking him in again, this time to the back of my throat. It makes my eyes water, but I couldn’t care less. I have tunnel vision and all I want is to make him come.

I swirl my tongue each time I retreat to the head before sinking back down. Over and over, we find our rhythm together until he starts to pump his hips.

“If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you have to tell me now.”

I look up at him through water-covered lashes and smile. I want that.

As if he read my mind, he growls and his movements become sharper and more pronounced before finally he tenses and roars his release. I happily swallow it all, feeling like a goddamn queen, even knelt at his feet.

His shakes and shudders finally subside then he gently wraps his hands under my arms to help me to my feet. My hands slowly wrap around his back as his finger playfully traces across my lips. “Exquisite.” I softly smile looking deep into his eyes. “I need you to do something for me.”

I laugh. “I think I already did.”

His joyful chuckle vibrates off of every wall. “Yes, you did. However, tomorrow, when we land, instead of going straight to your father’s home, I’d like to take you somewhere, but you can’t ask any questions.”

I cock my head to the side. “Seriously?”

“Very. Promise me?”

“Your surprises can be on the scary side, but yes, I promise."

Griffin

Kaitlyn was true to her word. There were no questions when I had her clothing laid out after her morning shower. There were no questions when my car was waiting for us at the airport. There were no questions even when she saw we were on a very familiar drive.

“I’m very excited to finally see the house. I can’t believe we finally get to live there.”

“I made a few enhancements. I hope they’re to your liking.”

She reaches over for my hand. “I have no doubt they will be.”

We finish the drive in relative silence, finding comfort and solace simply being together, on the way to see our new home.

It’s when she sets eyes on the walkway at the end of the drive that she sits up straight and looks at me in surprise.

“Do you love me?” I ask her.

“Of course I do. You never have to ask.”

I put the car in park then kill the engine. “Then stay there. I’ll get your door.”

I expected to be nervous when this day finally came, but I’m more at peace than I’ve ever been. This is where my life was meant to take me. When I asked her before, I did mean it. I meant it then, but I mean it even more now because I know what life could look like without her. I never want to feel that again.

I open her door and offer my hand, which she takes happily. “What have you done?”

I don’t answer. I simply lead her toward the long, winding walkway that is now lined with flowers and small tealights.

“Griffin. Oh my God. Look at all of these roses.”

“Your father told me a story about you, your mother, and rose bushes. He said you helped her prune hers from the time you could safely hold a shears. I thought you might like a little of that memory every time you looked out the front window, or when the wind blew just right the scent would wander through the house like she was here.”

Kaitlyn bends to sniff one of the many variations of pink that now line the path toward our door. I notice a lone tear fall onto the petals. “It’s perfect. It couldn’t be more perfect.”

That’s when I lean in to whisper, “Look on the porch.”

I gloriously stand back and watch as her eyes go from what’s in front of her to the bigger picture. There are dozens of red roses in vases lining the staircase on both sides and across the front railing of the porch. The gas lanterns on either side of the modern farmhouse double doors perfectly accent the glow of the tealights.

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