“It’s not charity,” I say. “And, if I’m being honest, then yes. It does make me feel better. All you needed was a foot in the door and if I could help with that then yes—it makes me feel better.” I step closer to her, hoping she doesn’t bolt—or slug me. She stays put. “I’ll do whatever I can to support you in making your dreams come true, and if you’ll have me, I’ll be here waiting for you when you come back from an audition or shooting a T.V. show in New York or a movie in Greece. Wherever you go, whatever you achieve, I want to be here with you. Helping you if I can but mainly just supporting you.”
Her face has softened, and she’s really hearing me.
“You mean all that?” she asks. “You’re willing to be supportive, even if I go on a hundred auditions and don’t get a single role?”
“I know how talented you are and yes, I’ll be supportive. I’ll be whatever you need me to be. Including your date to the Oscars when you land your big role and everyone realizes how talented you are.”
“Ha,” she says.
“I’ve missed you,” I say. “I hate being without you.”
“I missed you too,” she admits finally, and her eyes are filling. “So much.”
“I don’t ever want to be without you again,” I say. I get down on one knee right there on the sidewalk. A woman with a stroller slows down but goes around me. “If you’ll have me, I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life proving to you how much you mean to me. Addison Gilmour,” I say, opening up the small box with the large diamond inside. “Will you marry me?”
She gasps, her hand slowly covering her mouth. Tears begin rolling down her cheeks and her eyes are darting from the diamond ring to my eyes, which are getting a little misty as well. “Rex, are you…?”
“I’m very serious. Will you marry me?” I ask again.
She’s nodding her head before a sound comes from her mouth. “Yes. Oh my god, yes. Rex I will marry you.”
I take her hand, which is shaking with nerves and excitement, and slip the ring on her finger.
A perfect fit.
Addison
Days later I’m on a private jet with Rex headed off on our honeymoon.
I realized as he stood there on the sidewalk outside my apartment that he really does get it.
Something inside him has finally shifted, opened up.
His eyes are accessible now, he’s not holding himself back from me anymore.
He wants to support me, and I don’t mean financially. I’m not afraid to be poor, and I made sure he understood that. What I need, and what he is now willing to give me, is emotional support. Once he had made that promise, all my walls fell back down again.
“Tell me that one thing again,” I said once he’d put the ring on my finger.
“What thing?” he asked. “That I’ll be here waiting for you for as long as you need?”
“No, that part about you being in love with me.”
He grinned. “I love you, Addison,” he said softly. “I love you, I love you, I love you…”
“All this to ourselves?” I ask as we take our seats on the private plane.
“Aside from two pilots and one attendant,” he says. “All for us.”
“You always have to have help around, don’t you?” I tease.
“But I promise you,” he says, “that they will not be seen unless we want to see them.”
I know what he’s getting at. I blush just thinking. The truth is, I’ve been dying to get my hands on him all day. Apparently being married to Rex makes me extremely…passionate.
We’re going to Swanwick Island, his private island, for five days. Five whole days of nothing but the sun and ocean and gourmet food prepared by a private chef and lots and lots of Rex. Sounds like heaven to me.
Once the plane is cruising, Rex slips off his seatbelt and gets on his knees in front of me. I lean over and kiss him.
“I can’t believe we did it,” I say. “Married. Are you sure you won’t regret it?”
“Are you kidding me?” he says. He begins trailing kisses down my neck. “Never for a second.”
“But what about the company?” I ask. He kisses down my chest, closer to the tops of my breasts.
“Don’t care,” he says. “Not even thinking about it.”
“When will you tell your brothers?”
“Addison?” he says, looking up at me. “Please don’t bring them up when I am trying to savor every inch of you.”
I caress his cheek with the back of my fingers. Cleanly shaven, his skin is smooth but I know the hard stubble will be back in just a few hours. Our ceremony was small and simple and perfect. Rex is now my family, and I am his. We’re all we need, but I do wonder about his brothers. “I just want to make sure—”
“I’m sure of everything,” he says. “Including the fact that this dress needs to come off…”
He pulls down the shoulder to my white dress, a little something I picked out on my own at a thrift shop on Melrose. It’s only now that realize that the fabric stretches, making it that much easier for Rex to take off. I shrug my shoulder to help him.
His mouth trails over the mounds of my breasts as his hands pull the dress down to my waist, slipping my arms out seamlessly. When he sucks on my tit all I can think is where will he put his hands and mouth next. I move into him, holding his head close, taking in his woodsy scent. He laps at my nipple as he takes down my dress further. I lift my hips up and off it comes, along with my panties, soaked as they are. I glance back toward the front of the cabin, where I know the flight attendant is.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “No one will come in.”
He runs his hands up my thighs, my mind clouded to little else other than his touch and the overwhelming needs of my body. I slip slower down on my seat and drape my leg over the armrest.
“Mrs. Croft,” Rex says, his eyes heavy on my pussy, open to him and waiting for that knowledgeable tongue of his. “Aren’t you an eager woman?”
“Yes,” I say. “Now get down there and let me fuck your mouth.”
“You’re so dirty,” he says, a grin on his face.
“You made me this way,” I say, thinking back to our first days.
Rex gets that look in his eyes that lets me know he is going to ravish me. I push his head down, and he takes my other leg and drapes it over the other armrest, spreading me as wide as possible. My eyes fall shut the moment his warm tongue flicks over my clit. He licks my pussy, soaking me even more. The walls of my cunt are throbbing and his tongue only makes me want more. I take his hair in my hand and pump his face into my pussy, forcing the rhythm I want him to perform. I’ve never taken him over like this before—Rex is certainly a man who likes to be in charge—but the way he digs his hands into my thighs makes me think he likes my aggression.
I may be in charge of the pacing, but the things Rex does with his tongue are all his own. He makes me so weak it’s a good thing I’m sitting down. He sucks on my clit, licks at it and teases it some more until I’m panting, little gasps and whimpers coming from me that I’m sure the staff can hear it even above all the jet noise. Rex has got me, and he knows it. He pushes my thighs into the seat, holding me down as he ravishes my cunt, his tongue flat and sure across my walls. He nips and sucks at my clit until my mind goes blank and my hips are convulsing, grinding into Rex’s mouth. My body is rigid yet exploding. I cry out.