Building Our Love (Griffin Brothers #2) (26 page)

“So, can I borrow
some from you?”

“I guess so. Sure.”

I unlock my door and
lead her to the kitchen. I log on to my laptop while she grabs what
she needs. My Skype starts ringing, and I answer it immediately.
Seeing Chloe smiling back at me from the screen, wearing one of my
shirts, is incredible. Before I can greet her, my neighbor comes
behind me and starts kissing my neck.

“What the fuck are
you doing?” I jump out of the chair and turn on her.

“Just repaying you
for the great time.”

“Great time? I’m
letting you borrow some spices from my kitchen. How is that a great
time?”

She looks over at the
computer as she grabs my arm. “We could have a good time once
you’re done with your business meeting.”

“Lady, this is not a
business meeting. I’m Skyping with my girlfriend, and with any
luck, clothes will be coming off soon. So, you should be going.” I
walk her to the door and practically throw her out of it, engaging
all of the locks.

When I turn back to my
laptop, Chloe is laughing hard. “That was amazing. I mean, I know I
told you to let me know if you wanted to move on with someone else or
have random sex, but I didn’t expect it during our Skype,” she
teases.

“That was not
amazing. It was a nightmare. How do you go from borrowing spices to
hitting on someone while they’re Skyping with someone else?”

“You didn’t really
think she wanted to borrow spices from you, did you?”

“I was trying to give
her the benefit of the doubt. I’m glad that you’re not mad and
that you stayed on.”

“You should have seen
your face when she kissed your neck. I knew immediately that you
weren’t doing anything with her. I would’ve only logged off if
you had started kissing her or something. We promised to be honest
with each other, and I trust you to tell me if something is going
on.”

“Thanks. I’d tell
you, but nothing’s ever going to go on with another woman. I told
you that I’ve gone out with Luke a few times like you asked, but no
one interests me.”

“I can’t say that
I’m upset about that. I wasn’t trying to push you to someone
else. I just wanted you to see if anyone would interest you if you
went out. That way, you would know if you were sure about waiting for
me.”

“I don’t want
anyone else, Chloe. I’m positive about that. And if you could wait
three years, then I can sure as hell wait three months. What about
you, has some sexy accented British guy sparked your interest yet?”

“There are some
pretty hot guys here, and the accents make them even hotter.”

“Oh yeah? Are you
interested in someone, Chlo?” I ask her past the lump in my throat.

“I am, actually.”

“Umm, okay. I get it.
You didn’t promise me anything. Just forget about the package that
Owen brought you. I’ll log off now. I-I love you, Chloe.” My
heart just shattered in my chest. I knew that keeping her was a long
shot. She told me she thought that we’d be better apart, but still
gave me a chance. A chance I apparently blew. I should have flown out
to London to surprise her. I wanted to, but I was trying to delegate
some work and ease off on different projects so that I could spend
more than just a couple of days with her in London after the ball.

Actually, what I should
do is get off this Skype and fly out to London now. I’m not going
to just sit here crying and let some guy have my woman without a
fight. I can call and have one of the pilots get the jet ready. Work
will just have to wait. Nothing’s more important than Chloe.

“Don’t go yet. I
mean, don’t you want me to tell you about him at least?”

“Not really. No” Is
she serious right now?

“Well, I’m going to
anyway. He’s 6 foot 2 with an incredible body that’s totally hot
and ripped. He has jet black hair that falls into his amazing green
eyes. I love to run my fingers through it when he makes love to me.
Oh, and he has a beautiful cock that I miss so much. I almost come
just thinking about it sometimes.”

Wait. What? Did she
just describe me? “I think you just described me, Chloe.”

“I did, Ry. You’re
the only guy I’m interested in.”

“Thank God. I was
getting ready to hop on one of the jets to London to kick some ass
and reclaim my woman.”

“If I was with
another guy, do you really think I would go for you kicking his ass
and the whole “claiming” thing?”

“The ass kicking, no.
You love it when I’m alpha, so yes to the claiming.”

“How would you claim
me?” She asks as she pulls my shirt over her head. She has only a
small thong on, and I’m instantly harder than a steel beam.

“Lie back on your
bed, sweetheart.”

“Only if you do it,
too. I want to see you.”

I pick up the laptop
and move it into my room. I put it at the bottom of the bed as I lean
back against the headboard. “Put your fingers inside of your
pantiesand touch yourself for me.”

She slides her fingers
down her stomach, but stops at the edge of her thong. “Take your
cock out and stroke it for me, Ry. Pretend it’s my hand.”

“I do that every
night, Chlo,” I tell her as I push my shorts and boxers down.

“I don’t get to see
it. I want to see it so I can think about it when I’m touching
myself every night, too.”

I fist my cock and
start pumping slowly as she moves her fingers down to push aside the
thong so I can see her pleasure herself. I almost come undone at the
sight of her.

“I would claim you by
fucking you so good and hard that you couldn’t even think of
another man.”

“You’ve already
done that.” Her breath is getting ragged as she slips two fingers
inside of herself. I start pumping harder.

“Then, I would mark
you all over as mine—your neck, shoulders, breasts, hips, clit,
ass, thighs, calves…everywhere.” I’m getting close.

“Can I mark you, too?
Claim you as mine?” She reaches her other hand over to play with
one of her nipples.

“You claimed me when
I was 17. I‘ve belonged to you every day since then. Now, imagine
that those are my hands on you, fucking you with my fingers and
playing with your breasts. Wet your fingers so you can pretend I’m
licking your nipple.”

She does as I ask, and
her back arches. “Are you imagining my hand fisted on your cock,
pumping you hard before I take you in my mouth?”

“Yes, sweetheart. Now
come for me, because I’m ready to blow.”

I watch through half
closed eyes as she circles her clit faster with her thumb while
pumping her fingers hard. She’s pinching her nipple hard now, too.
I can tell when she’s close, and I start tugging and pumping
harder. She cries out my name as she comes, and I’m right behind
her, blowing my load all over my hands.

“Fuck, Chloe.”

“That would’ve been
the only thing better than this.”

I need to get to her
somehow. This is good, but I want to be touching and licking. And
fucking her. Hard and then slow. Damn. I’m getting hard again just
thinking about it. “Let me clean up, and then you need to open your
gift.”

“Okay. I’ll just
lie her for a second.” She looks so hot and beautiful I almost
can’t take it. I go into the bathroom and clean up quickly. When I
get back into my room, she’s put my shirt back on and has her gift
in front of her.

“Can I open it now?”
She looks excited.

“Yes, please do.”

She opens the envelope
first and takes out my note, which reads:

Reason #156 that you
are AWESOME and I LOVE YOU: You’re giving me a second chance to
prove how much we belong together.

“Oh, Ry. I know that
we belong together. I’m sorry that I doubted it at all, and in our
treehouse, no less. I was just so freaked out when you thought that I
could be with Adam after what we’ve shared. I shouldn’t have
taken this job. I love it, but I miss you so much.”

“I miss you, too,
Chlo. We’ll make a good memory in the treehouse when you get back
into the U.S. I’m so proud of you for going and doing this job.
Yeah, I wish you weren’t so far away and that I could get away to
see you, but you needed to do this.”

“Thanks, Ry. I know
we can make it two more months. It’ll be hard, but think of all of
the reunion sex we can have.”

“Oh, I am. I have a
surprise planned for you. Now, speaking of surprises, please open the
one you have.”

She laughs and then
opens the package. Her eyes go wide as she lifts out the papers. “Is
this…is this…our house?”

“If you want it to
be. Those are just the preliminary drawings. I wanted to see if you
liked them.”

“I love them, Ry. It
looks kind of like the von Trapp house inside.”

“I know you love that
house, so I incorporated the way you would walk in and have
staircases up and down. I made the entry floor a useable space,
though, too.”

“It’s perfect. I
love my dressing room, too.”

“Really? I was hoping
that when you get back, we can go look at some land.”

“Yes, really. Did you
think that I wouldn’t love it? Because I do. And I would love to go
look at land.”

“I was just worried
that you wouldn’t want to build the house anymore.”

“I do, Ry. I really
do. Thank you for this.”

“I’m glad. You
don’t have to thank me, Chlo. My dreams are all coming true.”

We talk for another
hour about the house, London, work, and everything and anything that
we can think of. She tells me that she needs to get ready for work,
so we log off after reminding each other once again of our love.

Chloe

It’s been a month
since Ryan and I had our first “sexy” Skype. We have them a few
times a week now. I’ve been working on interior plans for our house
whenever I get a chance. I’ve also been fending off the advances of
one of my co-workers, Liam. He’s doing all of the outdoor designs,
like landscaping and the pool. I’ve turned him down several times,
but he won’t take no for an answer. He doesn’t believe that I
have a boyfriend. It’s getting a little intense, which is why I’m
glad that I was able to get a four day weekend. Owen should be down
in the office any minute.

“Come on, love. You
don’t have a ring on your finger, and if I was your bloke, I
would’ve come to see you at least once.” Liam is invading my
personal space as he leers at me.

“You’re not her
‘bloke’ asshole, and you better step back if you want to be
anyone’s in the future.” Owen looks like he might kill him, and
I’m honestly glad to see that he’s here.

“What, are you with
this arse?” Liam looks at Owen in disgust.

“No, she’s with my
brother. My big brother who looks like a tank and could take you down
in less than a minute.”

“So. You like big
bruisers, huh, Chloe?”

“Ryan is not a
bruiser. He is, as you Brits would say, ‘fit as fuck.’”

“Well, he’s not
here fucking you, now is he?”

“No, but I’m going
home to fuck him for a few days. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have
a jet waiting.”

Owen is smirking as we
walk out the door and head for the elevator. “That guy is an
ass-hat. Does he always hit on you like that?”

“Yeah. He does. I can
handle it, though.”

“You shouldn’t have
to. I’ll be around more the next month, so I’ll make sure he
stays in line.”

“Thanks, Owe.”

“Anything for you,
Chlo. You know that.” He leans over and kisses the top of my head
as we head outside to the cab.

Our flight is
uneventful, and I take a long nap. I know that I’m going to need my
energy for the next two days. We land in Vegas and then head to the
Griffin building. Since it’s still morning there with the time
difference, I plan to surprise Ryan at the office.

I get sidetracked on my
way upstairs as I greet my co-workers. Everyone wants to know about
London. I finally make it upstairs to see no one at my old desk. I
figure maybe the girl from the secretary pool is on break and head
into Ryan’s office. What I see stops me in my tracks.

Ryan is back in his
chair and a girl is on his lap with her tongue down his throat. I
quietly close the door and leave as my heart breaks. What the fuck? I
just talked to him yesterday, and he told me he couldn’t wait to
see me. I guess he decided to keep busy while he waited to see me for
another month. I was so stupid to think that he’d actually wait for
me.

I rush out of the
office, ignoring the calls from everyone asking if I’m okay. I see
Owen just leaving. “Owen. Can you give me a ride?”

“Chloe? What’s
wrong? Where’s Ryan?”

“Please. I can’t
talk about it. I just need a ride back to the airport. No, not the
airport. It would be a waste to fly right back. I-I need to go
somewhere, though. Not here.”

“Calm down, Chlo.
We’ll leave. Do you want to go to my place?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.
Can you get me out of here as soon as possible?”

“Of course. Will you
tell me later what happened?”

“Maybe. I just need
to get away from here.”

“Let’s go.”

We get in Owen’s car,
and he takes me to his apartment. I see him giving me worried glances
every so often. I want to tell him what happened, but I’m so
ashamed and embarrassed. He pulls into his garage, and we ride the
elevator in silence.

“Do you want to rest,
Chloe? You can use the guest room.”

“Thanks, I think I’ll
take you up on the offer.”

“I’m going to be
next door, working, if you need me.” Owen bought the apartment next
door and took out the walls, making a giant studio for himself.

“Don’t worry about
me. I’ll be fine.” Someday. Maybe. But I can’t tell him that,
or he’ll worry and not get his work done.

He gives me a nervous
smile and walks out the door. I go into the guest room and collapse
on the bed, crying myself to sleep.