“Oui.” I nodded, and she pressed her palm in mine. “I need to thank him for helping me find you.”
I closed my eyes, and for a few minutes I prayed. I liked to believe he heard me.
Then Kara whispered tentatively, “How?”
I opened my eyes and stared into her brown hues. “When Cecilia died and I gave up on being a doctor, I realized I had bottled up pain. I blamed myself for his death, until I talked to Simon, and he said Blake knew the life vest was at home.”
“How did you blame yourself for that?”
“I was six, and I took the life vest home instead of leaving it on the family boat.”
“I’m sorry, Quentin.”
“It’s okay. In finding you, I was able to let go.”
“He was your brother.”
I kissed her cheek. “He’d want me to be happy and to find you.” I turned away from the gravesite and stayed at her side. “Yeah. Blake had always tried to protect me. And until recently, I saw myself as a horrible, ungrateful kid.”
She gently bumped into me. “If he was anything like you, then I’m sure he was amazing.”
“Let’s go,” I said. We could come back later, but it was time to see my grandmother. I walked with her to the main house as the sun shone over our heads in the full brightness of the day.
She was beautiful and mine, now and forever. I held open the door for the main house. I heard sounds in the kitchen, and we went in.
There she was, taking chocolate croissants out of the oven. She placed them on the cooling rack as I said, “Grand-mére this is Kara.”
She took off her gloves.
Kara didn’t leave my side. “Quentin said you’ve disapproved of every girl he’s ever brought home.”
Grand-mére laughed and walked over to us. She studied Kara for a moment. “Only because they seemed self-involved and not wanting to make my only petit fils happy.”
Kara rocked back and forth nervously. “I hope you see that’s not me then. I hope he remains a doctor.”
My grandmother nodded. “He mentioned how you encouraged him. It’s why I told him to go find you and bring you home.”
Her shoulders loosened, and her eyes brightened. “So, that’s why he showed up?”
I wasn’t a boy to be bossed around. I squeezed her hand. “No. I showed up because I love you, Kara.”
Grand-mére’s eyes welled up with visible tears. “I’m excited to see you wed.”
Kara sniffled. “Does that mean you approve?”
Grand-mére wiped her eyes. “Does it matter?
“No.” This wasn’t a moment for tears.
She then hugged Kara. “Well, I do, in case you want to know.”
For a moment both women ignored me, but then they let go. I took Kara’s hand and said, “See you later, Grand-mére.”
I placed my hand on Kara’s lower back and guided her out or we’d never leave. Grand-mére waved as we left. “I’m looking forward to seeing you both.”
We both waved back at her and headed out the door.
We’d circulated the family farm, and now we could be alone.
It was time. We walked back to my house that she hadn’t seen, but once we cleared the lawn of my parents, she said, “We’ll have to work out how I can legally stay in France, so we can plan the wedding.”
My Kara was a planner. It’d be my job in life to remind her to unwind.
“We’ll get married right away.”
A huge smile grew on her face. “That still leaves me six months without working. I’ve not been at home, not doing anything since I was in school, and even then, I filled my day with activities.”
We neared my house, and I winked. “We’ll be filling each other.”
She laughed. “Mr. Wanker wants to play.”
She stepped inside and turned on a light. I followed and closed the door. “I’ve not had you in my house.”
Her eyebrows widened. “No one will interrupt?”
I pointed behind myself. “I locked the door.”
“One second,” she said and strutted around the house like she was looking for something.
We made it to my blue couch and blue chairs, in front of my working fireplace in the winter and my white and blue Persian rug. This was good.
To romance her, I flipped on the gas fireplace and then kissed her neck.
She stopped moving and moaned as she let me feel her breasts and waist while I continued with her neck. She sighed. “Fuck, you’re turning me on.”
I found the hem of her shirt and lifted it from her waistband. “That’s the point.”
She closed her eyes, and I nibbled on her ear as I ran my fingers up and down her body. She turned toward me, and I rubbed her face slightly in my quest to claim her lips. Then her mouth was presented to me like it was my birthday, and I pressed harder.
I needed Kara like I needed water.
She sighed and stroked my hair as she urged me on. I continued to ravage her lips, needing her addicting kisses, and pinched her nipples to see if she was ready.
Her pebbles were already hard.
It was just the two of us now and forever. I caressed her abs, lifting her simple white T-shirt while I continued to taste her oral offering.
I stopped only to toss the shirt away, and I noticed her face was already reddened with desire.
Perfect. My goal tonight was to ensure she was enraptured with the attention only I can give her.
I hugged her closer and unclasped her bra. I lowered to taste her buds, and she hugged my neck and head, encouraging me.
Then she bucked and moaned when I sucked her already stiff peaks.
Her soft sighs showed how she enjoyed herself.
I slowly went up, kissing her everywhere before returning to her neck. She tasted like a decadent dessert, and I’d probably leave a mark.
I’d never done that to anyone else, but Kara was mine now.
She tugged for us to go down on the rug, and I ripped myself away from kissing her for a moment to tug off my pants.
Tonight wasn’t about me; it was about pleasuring her.
Everywhere.
I unbuttoned her loose-fitting pants, and they slid down her faster than I’d like, but I slipped my fingers in her underwear to play with her clit as she moaned out incoherent sweet sounds that were like a melody in tune with her vibration.
She uncurled her panties and stroked my big wanker.
I stopped her.
There was no rush.
She was mine forever, and I intended for her to experience multiple orgasms.
For loving me, she deserved to be worshipped.
Chapter 20
Kara
I walked into the main house as Quentin had told me to before he’d taken off. I took my time dressing and finally decided to tie a scarf around my neck, so no one asked questions about what I did last night.
Quentin had left a while ago on his mysterious trip downtown. He said he’d be fast, and I should go see my friend.
So, I let myself in the open door and immediately saw Sabrina sitting at the kitchen table with a plate of fresh croissants. She jumped up and hugged me. “It’s nice to see you again this morning.” She glanced at my scarf and then at the door. “Where is Quentin?”