He steps around me and bows to the audience, and there’s a giant collective swoon from all the female fans.
Jamie approaches, grinning. “You are going to be in so much trouble with this little dude when he gets older. He’d charm the knickers off a nun.”
“Dillon.” Vivien pushes my shoulders, looking up at the corner of the elevator. “There are cameras.”
“Don’t fucking care,” I say, returning my lips to her neck and continuing my upward journey under her dress.
She slaps my hands away. “Have patience. We’re almost at our suite.”
“Have you seen yourself tonight?” I ask, wrapping my arms around her waist, burying my head in her shoulder. “You’re sex on legs, sweetheart, and I’ve been dying to fuck you from the second you walked out on that stage.”
“Is that why you arranged a sleepover for East in Jamie and Ash’s suite?”
“It’s our last night,” I murmur, grazing my teeth along her neck as the elevator comes to a stop. “I want to make the most of it.”
We crash into the penthouse, knocking over shit as we devour each other while tearing our clothes off. “Fuck, Hollywood. I need inside you right now.”
“I’m ready for you, rock star,” she pants, peeling her knickers off and standing before me in all her naked glory. “You’re not the only one who’s been horny all night.” She flings herself at me as I kick my boxers away, grabbing a condom from the pocket of my jeans. “Seeing you on that stage turns me on like you wouldn’t believe, and you definitely deserve a reward for that song.” I lift her up, and her legs circle my waist as tears pool in her eyes. “It was beautiful, Dillon. I felt every word deep in my soul.”
“Good,” I growl, nipping at her earlobe as I walk us toward the floor-to-ceiling window. “Because every word was birthed from my soul.” I kiss her hard as I slam her against the window, rocking my pelvis against her, moaning into her mouth at the feel of her hot flesh grazing my hard length.
“Fuck me, Dillon. Fuck me really hard. I want to walk around tomorrow feeling that burn for you.”
I set her down to roll on a condom before lifting her again and positioning her on my dick. Holding my shoulders, she lowers herself down my length, and we both hiss when she’s fully seated. “Love you.” I thrust into her, and her head goes back.
“Love you too, baby. So, so much.”
She clings to me as I pound into her, holding her up with my arms as I brace her against the window, but I can’t drive hard enough in this position, and I need to be balls deep in my woman tonight. Setting her down, I flip her around so her naked front is up against the window.
“What if someone sees?” she asks, jutting her ass up and spreading her legs.
“We’re up high enough it’s unlikely, but do you honestly care?” Vivien is more carefree and abandoned now, and she has moved past a lot of her fears, but I will never do anything to make her uncomfortable. If she doesn’t like this, we’ll move away from the window.
She glances over her shoulder at me, biting down on her lower lip. A grin graces her gorgeous mouth. “Nope.” Her grin expands. “Zero fucks given.” She wiggles her ass as I line my cock up at the entrance to her pussy. “Rock my world, babe.”
I slam into her in one thrust and fuck the shit out of her, pressed up against the window, and the thrill of potential discovery only heightens our arousal.
After, we head to the hot tub, which is positioned on a balcony off the bedroom, and we drink champagne while we relax, talk, and kiss. It’s blissful, but our night is only getting started, even if it’s already past midnight.
“I have a surprise,” I tell her when we’ve showered and dressed. She’s wearing a gorgeous red silk negligee, and I’m in sweats with the ring box concealed in the pocket. I wrap my hand around hers, reeling her into my chest. I stare into her eyes before kissing her softly. “Want to sleep under the stars with me, Vivien Grace?”
Her eyes pop wide. “What have you done?”
“Come and see.” I keep a hold of her hand as I guide her up to the rooftop terrace.
A gasp of delight escapes her lips, as bile travels up my throat. I haven’t been nervous to do this until right now. What if she says no? What if it’s too soon? What if she never wants to remarry? It’s not like we’ve discussed it beyond the odd throwaway remark.
“Dillon, this is beautiful.” Her gaze takes in the view. Softly flickering candles cover the perimeter of the terrace, but the pièce de résistance is the small marquee in the center of the space. Vivien walks toward it, gasping again when she sees the bed strewn with white rose petals and lavender rose petals. A side table houses a bucket with chilled champagne, two glasses, and a bowl of chocolate strawberries. She throws her arms around me, hugging me tight. “Have I told you how much I love romantic Dillon?”
“Maybe a time or two,” I tease.
I step away from her and drop to one knee. My heart is pounding, and my palms are sweaty. I have never been more terrified than I am at this moment.
Vivien clasps a hand over her mouth, and her eyes well up.
“From the moment I met you, I knew you were the only woman for me. Even when I tried to deny you my heart, it was a hopeless endeavor because it was impossible not to fall in love with you. You are everything I never dared to dream of, and I loved you before I even knew you existed. It was always meant to be you and me, Vivien. I cannot exist in a world without you. I know what it’s like to lose you, and I never want to experience that again. I love you, and I love Easton, and I want to spend the rest of my life proving that over and over.”
Tears are streaming down her face, but she doesn’t look like she’s going to say no. Yet this woman has been unpredictable before. My hands are shaking as I remove the box and pop the lid holding the ring out to her. “Let me love you forever, Vivien.” I’m fighting tears now too. “Marry me.”
She sinks to her knees in front of me, laughing amid her tears. “Yes, Dillon. A thousand times yes. I can’t wait to marry you.”
47
Dillon
“I’m betting Viv didn’t think accepting your proposal meant she’d be getting married five days later,” Jamie jokes as we stand at the top of the small aisle in the chapel we booked for our wedding ceremony.
“She said she couldn’t wait to marry me,” I reply, smiling as my parents arrive the same time as Vivien’s.
“I’m sure she didn’t mean it literally.”
I glare at Jamie. “You’re the worst fucking best man in history. You’re supposed to be calming my nerves not making out like I bullied my fiancée into a rush wedding.”
Jamie chuckles. “You are so on edge.”
“Don’t tell me you weren’t the same?”
After Vivien and I announced the good news to our friends and family the next morning, Jamie and Ash admitted they had gotten married last year when they were on vacation in Mexico. I couldn’t believe Ash had kept that a secret or that my best mate hadn’t told me. They explained they did it on the spur-of-the-moment, and they wanted to enjoy some time as a married couple before anyone knew and the press found out. I’m not mad, just gobsmacked my sister managed to keep it a secret for so long.