Текст книги "Save Us"

I suppose it’s the least we could do to make an appearance.

Why would we?

“Champagne?” I ask, taking a bottle and glass out of the basket I brought out to the field. Kathryn and I are hiding on the edges of the clean lawn sprawling behind my family’s house. Ever since my mother semi-moved back in, however, she’s been pressuring her ex-husband-turned-main-squeeze-again to put in a decent flower garden. If they get remarried, that will probably be in the prenup.

Kathryn holds up the glass I handed her. “Fill me up.”

I hold in an immature snort. “Don’t I always?”

It’s quiet out here. Some birds, the breeze in the trees, and something that sounds like a deer trampling in the woods behind us. This is the first warm day we’ve had in a long time. It’s also the first real break either of us has had since I moved on to the next project upstate and Kathryn opened the museum in The Grand.

It’s a quaint museum. It’s bullshit that the council made us pick between that piece of education or a whole historical hotel. Yet if it weren’t for them, perhaps this moment would not exist.

Kathryn is gorgeous in a cream-colored dress that hugs her figure and blends in nicely with her hair, worn down to keep her neck warm from the chilly breeze. Her tight-covered legs draw up on our blanket. I’d say we were having an impromptu picnic, but when I decided we needed to escape our nosy families, I only had this blanket and a basket full of booze to keep us dry and warm.

We’re only going to be out here for about twenty minutes, but I needed privacy with my girlfriend. There’s a hole burning in my pocket, and it’s not because of money. It’s because of a box I never thought I’d be carrying around a few months ago.

“I love our families, but…” Katie downs half her glass of champagne as I rest my head on her shoulder. “They are tiring. If your mother asks me one more time if we’re having a healthy sex life, I will actually slap her, Ian. I know it’s code for pregnant.”

I shake my head and pour her more champagne. “She’s smitten with you. And your womb. I’ve never seen her like this before.”

“She’s convinced we’re not only having babies, but I’m due to give birth at any time.”

“She likes children.” I drink some champagne, enjoying the bubbly sensation in my throat and stomach. “Although it’s weird that she would target you, one of her feminist friends.”

“Hmph. I love you, my prince, but we’re a long way away from even discussing the remote possibility of me bending over and begging you to knock me up.”

Now there’s an image.

“My father said that he had no problem with me adopting. As long as there’s one grandkid to spoil someday, I don’t think my mother will care where or whom it came from.”

Kathryn gives me a look. One that I know means, “We are not going there.”

“Yes, of course.” I kiss her cheek. “Ignore my mother. If you start some other topic, she’ll go along with you.”

“Oh, I know, bless her. I’ll bring up a desire to learn how to play chess.”

“Brother.” I rub her thigh. “I could teach you how to beat her at her own game.” Me, Katie, a chess board… sounds like a good way to pass a rainy Sunday afternoon. If we’re not having sex, that is.

I still can’t believe it’s been six months. In that time, not only has my family opened up one of the most successful hotels downtown, but I’ve ended up with this bewitching woman as the love of my life. Every time I look at her, I feel a renewed energy coursing through me. Kathryn isn’t only stunning. She’s the smartest, wittiest woman I know. She’s strong, brave, and independent. Lots of men are intimidated by that. Not me. I’m turned on by that.

Especially when she lets her guard down, letting me see the vulnerable side of her that she shields from the world. Nothing makes me feel more loved than that.

Fuck me. Love.

“You’re ornery,” Kathryn mumbles as I start feeling her up, my lips squeezing her skin.

“No, I’m in love. There’s a slight difference.”

“Aw.”

How other people perceive us doesn’t matter anymore. Everyone who matters already knows. If they have a problem, well, fuck ‘em. Kathryn’s lamented that a couple of her old Domme friends won’t talk to her anymore, and that was rough… I don’t like seeing her feel down, especially over something as petty as people treating her like that because she’s in a relationship with me, a Dom.

I like to think we’ve found a good balance. She’s comfortable with me, and I’ve become more comfortable with the rough way she can love on me. It’s not so bad, giving up control sometimes. The hardest part for both of us was realizing that the other person doesn’t give a shit. We don’t change in the other’s eyes. We don’t lose respect. We’re the same man and woman as always.

God, I love her. If we broke up and I found me the kind of sub I used to think I wanted, I… well, I don’t think I’d be happy for long. There’s a reason I always broke it off after a few weeks at most. They couldn’t give me everything I wanted.

I want a feisty woman who knows what it’s like to switch. A woman who will help me explore my own fantasies I never knew I had, whether I’m Topping or it’s all vanilla.

Or other things, I guess.

“Katie,” I say, conjuring the courage I need to go through with this. “I’m glad we’ve made it six months.”

She clinks her glass against mine. “Here’s to six and many more. You’re mine, Mathers. I think you’ll find it difficult for me to ever let you go.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

I reach into my pocket, her eyes burning in curiosity. When I pull out the little black box, she nearly chokes on her champagne.

“Uh, Ian…”

“Don’t worry, I’m not asking you to marry me.” Before she can sigh in relief, I open the lid, revealing two golden bands. Ah, she’s tensing up again. “Yet.”

“You mother fucker…”

“I love you too, darling.”

I take her right hand, slipping the smaller band over her ring finger. Her left clings desperately to the stem of her champagne glass. No way I’m getting a ring on that finger for at least six more months. At least.

“Care to explain?” Her voice is terse.

I fold the other ring into her palm, encasing both of my hands over hers. “I know neither of us are ready to talk about getting married yet. At least not seriously, and not any time soon.” She nods, slowly. Her face is set in a demeanor that tells me to watch myself. “I want you to know how serious I am about you. I’m crazy in love with you, Katie, and I can’t imagine that changing anytime soon. It seems a shame to not let the whole world know that.”

There’s nothing special about the rings. They’re solid gold. No engravings. No gems. They look like wedding rings, and I guess they are in a way. Okay, more like a couple’s rings.

“Ian,” Kathryn begins, carefully. “This is a fucking promise ring.”

I smile, holding my right hand up to her, delightfully bare.

“This is the kind of shit high school kids scream over.”

“Let’s indulge the high schoolers in us. They had a hard time twelve years ago.”

Kathryn rolls her eyes, but smiles. She puts down the champagne glass and kisses my cheek, her hand opening up to reveal the big ring I put in it. She whispers into my ear as she slides the ring I bought for myself onto my hand. “You’re mine, Mathers. Don’t let any woman forget that.”

I pull her into my embrace. The glass of champagne spills, cascading golden bubbles all over the blanket and grass. “And don’t let anyone forget that you’re mine, Alison.”

Our tense embrace quickly turns soft. We kiss, indulging in the simplest pleasures of life – like love.

I could see myself marrying this woman. I could see us arguing about inheritances until we’re blue in the face. We would debate about last names and what to do about children to keep our families happy. We would go on vacations all around the world, and explore our inner worlds right here in the bedroom. I’m sure at some point we’ll seriously talk about sharing a sub here and there, because we both know how fucking hot it is when we watch the other take control for our titillation. I want to see Kathryn lead more women to the dark waters of pleasure. Maybe even a man once in a while. It’s what she does best.

God save us. We’re turning into the Andrews.

“Our parents will miss us soon.” Kathryn sits up, readjusting herself to fit more comfortably on this bumpy ground. “We should go make an appearance. And see how long it takes your mother to notice these rings.”

I help her up. We start packing up the bottles and blanket. “I’m glad you didn’t say no,” I say, wrapping my arm around her waist as we head back to my family’s house. “To anything.”

She winks at me, the breeze blowing back her hair and making her smile all the more alluring. “My middle name is adventure. And I want every day with you to be one helluva adventure, sir.”

I squeeze her close to me. “Same here, my goddess. Otherwise life feels like a waste.”

It takes exactly two minutes for my mother to see the rings and pass out. My father blubbers about me being a man, and Spencer Alison looks like he’s about to punch my face in before pulling me into the unmanliest hug in the world. These people think we’re getting married.

They don’t understand that a Dom and a Domme don’t simply get married. They dance a daring game of power, control, and finally, release. They chase each other, take breaks from each other, and finally admit to the other that everything is exactly as it should be.

I’m the cat. She’s the cat. We’ve both got cats. There is no room for mice here.

Welcome to our crazy, passionate life.

THE END

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