Rapture (McKenzie Brothers) (18 page)

Sebastian

Seeing Carla cuddling my niece did something to my insides. She’d make a great mom and I’m sure we’d enjoy getting her pregnant. It was just the delivery, nine months later that would have me freaking out. I’d love to see Carla with my child growing in her belly, though, and to be able to watch her cuddle our own child like she had been with Charlotte back at the hospital would be a miracle. A delightful miracle.

Sighing, I glance at the woman beside
me who isn’t far from my thoughts. She’s sleeping in the seat as I drive us out of town to a piece of land that I want her to look at. I’m not surprised she’s exhausted after the turmoil of yesterday and then the night of loving. I’m just glad she had an appetite like mine otherwise I’d feel guilty as hell today.

Her eye is slightly bru
ised along with her shoulder, but other than that she’s assured me she’s fine and just wants to carry on as normal, which is easier said than done. I can move on, but I won’t forget that I nearly lost her because of that bastard. He needs to pay.

Turning from the road, I start to slow down as the land I want to show Carla is coming up on our right. It’s about ten minutes drive from my parents
’ ranch and is on the outskirts of McKenzie land. We each received an acre on our twenty-fifth birthday’s from our parents, which is spread around their ranch house. Not too close, but close enough.

Up until now it
’s been the place I go to think. The one place in the world that is truly mine. Land I don’t have to negotiate for, write a contract for.

As I’m sitting looking around
now, the light sprinkling of snow we’ve had recently has cleared up with the warm weather we’ve been lucky enough to get, Carla starts to stir in her seat, stretching her arms up, arching her back.

“Where are we?”

Ignoring her, I climb out of the SUV and run around to open the door, holding my hand out to her. “I want to show you something. Hop out.” I pull her out, giving her a hug before letting her go to retrieve the blanket from the back of the car.

Taking her hand, she raises an eyebrow in question to which I just smile and carry
on walking through the trees to the clearing.

“Wow, Sebastian this is gorgeous.
Where are we?” she asks, breaking free and spinning in a circle.

God
, I love this woman.

“We’re standing in the back of our home.”

She stops spinning, giving me a quizzical look before it hits her what I mean.

“You’re building a house here?”

I walk towards her grinning, “No baby. We’re building a house here. You and me. I own this land, which is part of my parents’ place so we’re going to build a life here.”

I kiss her lips before taking her hand again and walk towards where I’ve planned on our kitchen being. The heart of a home, as my mom was forever telling us.

Feeling sick, I toss the blanket down before dropping to one knee.

Carla freezes
without taking her eyes from mine as I hold out the engagement ring I’ve had since I was twenty-two when my grandmother passed away.

“I’m not good at speeches Carla, but I want you to know that I love you. I fell in love with you when I thought you belonged to my brother.” I give her a nervous smile. “I’ll always be true to you, and no matter where I travel through work
, if you can’t come with me, I’ll always return home to you…and our children. Carla, will you marry me?”

Crying, Carla drops to her knees and throws her arms around me, kissing me all over
my face, which causes me to lose my balance, sending us over with her sprawled on top of me.

She holds her hand out so I slide the ring onto her finger and kiss it. We’re officially engaged. I should be terrified, but I’m not, in fact I can’t wait to have her for my wife.

“I’ll never forget today. I couldn’t have imagined a more romantic proposal than on the grounds of our future home.” Then she kisses me. A gentle sweet kiss that has my dick hard and my blood boiling.

Carla sits up straddling me. “Make love to me Sebastian. Right here. Right
now.” She shimmies down my legs and kneels between, unfastening my belt and buckle before pulling the zipper down freeing my cock.

She bends her gorgeous head and licks me from base to tip, swirling around the head with her tongue before taking me into her mouth and sucking.

I nearly bolt up from the ground in pleasure. She’s damn good with that suction. I take hold of handfuls of her beautiful brown locks as she continues to suck and lick me like an ice cream cone making my legs quiver and my balls pull up with a fire in them, wanting to explode.

Throwing my head back, I grit my teeth, pulling her mouth from me. “Seconds, babe,” I groan.

Jumping up from the ground, she shimmies out of her jeans and thong before straddling me, taking my quivering cock into her hand as she lowers herself down. I groan as she moans.

“Babe,
lift your top up…I need to see your breasts.”

She doesn’t need telling twice
and shoves her top above her breasts before releasing the front clasp of her bra.

She’s beautiful.

Arching back slightly, she holds on to my thighs and starts to ride me. She’s so wet as my cock glides in and out of her tight, wet cunt. I smile as I think about the word and how it embarrasses her, but I know it turns her on to hear it.

Watching her ride me, I know I’m not going to be able to last.
Her breasts are bouncing with momentum, her nipples hard along with my dick.

Feeling lightening strike my balls, I reach up, pinching and rolling her neglected nipples.

“Oh God, Sebastian. Help me. I’m close.”

“Me too baby.”

I can’t hold on anymore as I lengthen and widen inside her. “I want to feel your cunt squeezing me.”

“Sebastian.
Ahhh–” she screams.

Shit
. I grasp her hips holding her tight against me as I shoot semen inside her. Coating her walls while she shudders and shakes on top of me collapsing onto my chest.

With my arms tight around her
, our breathing gradually starts to even out with small aftershocks running through Carla, when I whisper, “Cunt.” She clenches around me.

I start to laugh.
“Don’t you dare tell me you don’t like that word because I now have evidence it turns you on.”

She groans and buries her face into my neck.

“And you know. You never did answer my proposal?”

She raises her head a
nd frowns down at me. “Yes, I’ll marry you. Yes, I’ll have six babies.” She grins, as my eyes get wide. “And yes, I will love nothing more than helping you to build our home here. Which room did you propose to me in? Oh my God. Which room did we just have sex in?”

Roaring with laughter, I pull her down to me
. “We’ve just christened the kitchen babe, but I think we’ll have to christen the kitchen counters eventually.”

“
Hmm, I like the sound of that.”

C
arla

I’m engaged. I’m engaged. If I say it often enough it might actually sink in. No matter how many times I look at my ring it makes butterflies flutter around my stomach. Sebastian had told me last night on the way back to the apartment that the ring belonged to his grandmother, which made it all the more special and all I wanted to do was shout it from the rafters.

Sebastian’s idea was to avoid his mom for a week or so before telling her we’re official, but
somehow I don’t think that will work.

It’s so frustrating having to constantly have a baby sitter because of the bastard after me, and consequently
my brother. Gary, I hope, is going to get what’s due to him because he needs stopping. My only worry is that he’s going to harm Sebastian, Ramon or one of the others. I know Sebastian has told me they can look after themselves, but it still scares the crap out of me.

Sighing, I hold my hand up again to look at my ring, the sun catching through the windows
, setting the ruby alight.

If I thought for one minute that
Ramon would be a help, I’d drag him to the bridal boutique a couple of blocks over, but I’ve shopped with Ramon once and that was enough to last me a lifetime. Oh, he’s my best friend, someone to talk to, drink with, pick me up when I’m down, but shopping, hell no.

In fact
, I’m waiting for Ramon to finish his conversation on his cell before he takes me out for coffee. His idea of celebrating is Starbucks, which we’re lucky enough to have next door.

He’d been stunned at first when I came home wearing an engagement
ring and before he congratulated us, he acted like my big brother and read the riot act to his own brother. I wasn’t too sure whether or not they’d end up fighting.

It had all ended well with Sebastian making love to me in my bed, quietly because Ramon had stayed home, as he needed his office first thing.
But heck, it was his apartment, and I sure didn’t want to kick him out of it full-time.

Hearing Ramon’s office door open, I peer over the sofa, which I’ve been laying on waiting for him.

“You done?”

“Yeah. I’ve worked up a thirst. You ready?”
he asks, collecting his keys from the counter waiting for me to join him.

Jumping
up from the sofa, I pull on my sneakers and follow him out of the apartment and into the elevator.

Sebastian had to go into the office today for a meeting he’d forgotten about so that was also another reason why Ramon decided to sleep in his own bed last night.

Traveling downwards in the elevator, Ramon takes hold of my hand and plays with my ring. “So you’re really going to be my sister,” he grins. “You’ll never have to worry about him Carla. I know he’s no saint, but he always used to say he’d stop when he met the woman he wanted to wear grandmother’s ring. He’s done well.” He kisses my hand before pulling me out when the elevator doors open.

“You want your vanilla latte?
”

Pushing open the door to Starbucks, I look up to the menu.
Doing this when I always end up with the latte is a silly habit. “Yeah.”

Ramon chuckles and goes to place our order
while I sit on one of the sofas they have in the window. This Starbucks is larger than the other one, slap-bang in the shopping district, which is purely a take out.

“Here you go.” Ramon puts my drink down onto the table befo
re sitting opposite me trying to ignore the stares he’s getting from three girls in the far corner.

Taking a sip of my l
atte, I hide my grin finding him amusing. “Do you know them?” I can’t hold my laugh back anymore and have to put my drink back down before it sloshes everywhere. “Ramon,” he blushes as I tease him, “they probably think you’re cute.”

He really is blushing. I never
, in a million years, thought Ramon was the blushing type. He always seems self-assured, so this is – sweet. Not that I’d tell him.

Ramon sits forward
on the sofa with his elbows resting on the table before finally meeting my eyes.

“I miss your brother, Carla.
It’s like he took a piece of me with him when he left.”

This man sitting in front of me isn’t missing my brother as a friend. He’s missing him because he’s in love with him. Reaching out, I take Ramon’s hands between mine. “Are you keeping anything from me?
About why he left.” I kiss his knuckles.

He shakes his head
. “No. I told you everything. We’d argued the week before, but everything was back to normal by the time he disappeared. Carla, the detective who I have out looking for him has followed a lead down to Florida.”

I freeze then
release his hands and sit back. My heart’s pounding with anxiety hearing my brother might be in Florida. What’s down in Florida? Or who?

“Do you know if he has any friends down there? Someone he might have met through work when he was in Canada.”

Shaking my head, I turn to look out of the window trying to think. My brother had a few friends in Canada, but I don’t recall him saying where they were from.

My head
’s spinning with all these thoughts running rampant in my head and they make me want to cry.

“If he does then he’s never said.” I take a sip of my latte again before looking through the window
, expecting to find my brother walking back into Ramon’s building. Swiping a tear away, I’m about to turn back when I feel as though I’m being watched.

Sitting up straighter on the sofa, I start really looking, taking notice of the cars, which are stationery, the women walk
ing past ushering children along beside them or in strollers, the men in business suits or more casual clothes. Then I spot him.

“Carla, what is it?”

He can’t be there. Not when there are so many people around. Surely not.

Ramon starts to stand as I do and wraps
his arm around my waist. “Carla, snap out of it, and talk to me.”

Swallowing, I turn to face him. “
I think I saw Gary,” I whisper.

He whips his head around so fast to stare out of the window I’m surprised he doesn’t get whiplash.

“
Shit
. Are you sure?” He grips both my arms, standing so close.

“I’m sure. It’s a face I wish I could forget, but doubt I ever will.”

Ramon starts pulling me towards the exit. “We need to get back upstairs, then I’ll get security to show me the footage from outside to figure out if he climbed into a car or if someone else was with him.” He presses the elevator call button. “Hopefully it will show what he was up to before you spotted him.”

I can’
t stop shaking, which Ramon notices and pulls me straight into his body, holding me tight. “He won’t get to you this time Carla. I promise.” He kisses my head. “I’ll call Sebastian soon okay? He’s in a meeting right now, but when he’s out we’ll tell him and hopefully he won’t be too pissed with me for not telling him now.”

“It
’s okay.” I agree, but selfishly want to call him, just to hear his voice or to have him here with me and his arms wrapped around me.