"Tired yet?"
The teasing layers in his voice did nothing but annoy her and he knew it.
"No," she argued.
"You look kind of worn out. I could let you rest…"
Even as he said this, his hands continued to run across her back, down to her legs, back up to her shoulders, his touch driving her mindless.
As his hands went around to her abdomen, skimming her chest, sparks of pleasure spiked in her, causing a muffled moan to leave her lips.
"…but only if you ask me very nicely."
They both knew that was never going to happen, and she knew it drove him crazy; knowing the sound of her begging did things to him.
And her refusing to comply, well…
"You're going to ask me wife?" he taunted, his hands continuing in his torturous ministrations, her hands clutching the pillow under her head.
She shook her head.
"Alright then," he assented, removing his hands completely from her body.
She took deep breaths trying to calm down her body, knowing that as long as he was near her it was a futile effort, but she tried it anyway.
Suddenly, he flipped around, and attacked…
Hands on every inch of her skin, lips travelling down her chest, her abdomen, lingering until they brought her ecstasy once…
Twice…
Her breath was choppy by the third time her body gave out on her, her limbs heavy, her passion sated.
"Ah, ah, ah," he admonished, tapping her cheek until she opened eyes that had her drifting away to sweet soundless sleep.
He moved over her, eyes locked on hers,
"You'll beg me yet."
And implore him she did, that pinnacle in sight, his body driving her towards it, only for him to stop, drifting her back down, then attack again, moving with furious intention only for him to stop yet again.
Sweet torture…
"Bill," she screamed his name, pleading, frustration clouding her mind, passion mingled in.
He smiled.
And then he began to move, his furious pace bringing her to the apex with such swiftness she scored her nails down his back. He grunted in response as she felt him float along with her, his head buried in her neck.
Several minutes later, both their breaths still laboured, he raised his head, a smile still on his face.
She had forgotten how insatiable he could be. He sought to show her yet again as he stated,
"Again," before he started to move again, abducting her for the ride.
When her eyes opened, she found him sitting on the bed, already dressed.
He placed a kiss on her forehead.
"I need you to get up, get showered and get dressed."
She raised her eyebrows.
"We're already running late since I detained you for the entirety of the morning," a satisfied smile on his face, "and I couldn't resist letting you rest a little longer. But time's up, you need to get ready."
Leaving her in the dark, he walked out of the room.
Brooke dragged herself out of the bed, quickly showering and dressing before Bill walked back into the room.
He walked up to her and pulled her into his arms, kissing her soundly.
Entwining his hand with hers, he led them out of their room and down a flight of stairs and into a large dining room, a large floor table in the centre of the room, and seated all around it were…
"Hi mom," Hope screamed, running towards them. Bill let go of her hand just as Hope leaped into Brooke's arms.
"Hello darling," she couldn't keep the surprise out of her voice.
"Hey mom." She looked behind Hope to see Bridget walking towards her.
"Bridget?" she asked despite the evidence staring her in the face, her daughter's arms wrapping around her.
Arms encircled her from behind; she turned around to see RJ hugging her.
"Hello mom." Her son looked so grown up, standing in front of her. He nodded to someone beside her and she turned to see Bill nod in return.
"This is all you I suppose?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Congratulations mom,' she heard Rick's voice from afar and she looked to see him seated next to his wife, Caroline, on the table.
Little fingers tugged at her skirt, causing her to look down to find Jack staring at her, his young eyes a wonder to behold.
"Hey you," she leaned down, hugging him tightly.
"Hi mommy"
"Where's your dad?" she asked. The last time she had seen Nick was as he had been taking their son on a sailing trip around the coast.
"Sitting at the table with Ivonne."
Brooke looked at where her son had pointed out to see Nick seated next to a raven haired beauty, one that was currently looking at her with warmth.
"Come on, let's all sit down."
Bill led her to the table, seating her next to him at the head of it. Nick and Ivanne were seated opposite them.
"Congratulations dad," Wyatt's voice had Brooke's eyes turning to the left side of the table to see Bill's son seating down after patting his father on the back.
"I think someone else wants to say congratulations," Liam's voice joined the crowd.
Brooke looked in time to see Will being handed over to his father, Bill's face lighting up as his son proceeded to make himself comfortable in his lap.
She looked at Bill enquiringly.
"I had help." He replied before Donna walked out, deep in conversation with Karen and Danielle.
She felt the love she had for this man deepen in its totality, his gesture profound, knowing how much family meant to her, giving her the gift of this family celebration. Katie's absence was not lost on her, but she pushed that to the back burner, choosing to focus on all the wonderful people surrounding her, people her husband had brought for the celebration of their union.
He pressed his finger to her lips, "No need to say a thing. I'll always do anything for you."
She grabbed his hand, pressed a kiss to his palm and smiled, joy overflowing within her.
When everyone had found their seats, Bill took the floor.
"I'd like to thank you all for coming here, and keeping it a secret from Brooke despite having known about this for weeks. I appreciate this, and I know she does to. Now hurry up and eat so we can get on with the rest of today's plans."
As if on cue, servers appeared out of nowhere, placing several dishes in the centre of the table. Everyone dug in, appetites in large abundance. After Bill placed will in a seat next to him, he dished several things onto her plate, describing what each thing was, ranging from Al Harees, Al Mahsi, and many other things whose names were lost on her as she was taken away by his insistence on feeding her every dish with his hands, lightly slapping her hands away every time she tried to grab some food by herself, much to the amusement of everyone on the table.
After the meal, Bill stepped away saying he had final preparations to put in place before they all went forth with the plans of the day.
Donna immediately took the vacated seat next to her, curiosity abundant in her eyes.
"So, how was it?"
"The wedding was wonderful, up until the part Ridge decided to crash it."
"What?" Donna exclaimed, gaining the attention of those sitting closest to them.
"Donna," she chastised her sister, not wanting the whole table discussing the debacle.
Donna continued to look at her expectantly, no doubt waiting for the details.
"I'm not saying anything else because it doesn't matter. Bill handled Ridge. All that matters was that the rest of it was mesmerizingly beautiful."
Donna's face lit up.
"What?" Brooke asked her.
Her sister's face cocked to the side.
"I've seen you happy, I've seen you sad, conflicted. I've just never seen you so…"
"Contented," Bridget added when Donna's statement had tapered off into silence.
"That's because she is," Bill answered for her, having re-entered the room, as his hands came to rest on her shoulders, the warmth of his touch welcome, and revered.
"Now, is everyone ready to go?" He addressed the table. After several nods and accents in his direction, he pulled out her chair, wrapping his arm around her waist.
"There are cars waiting outside. Your chauffeurs will direct you to the one's you will each be taking. It should take us around fifteen minutes to arrive to our destination. Let's go."
Everyone made their ways to the cars outside, Bill dragging her to one at the back of the line, pulling her in after her, whispering in her ear as the door closed behind them,
"Now that I have you to myself for a moment…"
…..
"Why do you look flustered mom?" Hope asked her mother.
"What? I am?" she placed her hands on her cheeks, futile as it was in hiding the blush on her cheeks. How dare that man make her blush like this, and in front of their family no less.
She glanced over at Bill, whose eyes were trained on her as he chatted with Nick and the boys. He winked at her.
"You're doing it again," Hope stated.
"Oh well." She answered, refusing to say anything else. None of them needed to know the way he had backed her up against the door of the car, the partition in place, or how he had kissed her senseless before driving her mindless with his hands and fingers…
She looked around, grabbing Bridget and Caroline's hands as they walked around the expanse of the entrance. Bill walked over to her, looked around at everyone and stated,
"I hope everyone's ready for this."
Hours later, they all lounged around the living room in what had turned out to be the house that Bill had leased for the rest of their trip, ensuring everyone had plenty of space.
Everyone couldn't stop talking about the day and all they had done. Even she had to admit that Dollar Bill Spencer had outdone himself today. Starting off at Ferrari world, everyone had experienced both the rides and the racecourse. Of course the only one's daring enough to drive the racecourse itself had been Bill, Nick and Rick. Everyone else had been content with riding shotgun with their professional guides. Following that, he had taken them on a scuba diving experience that had left even Nick impressed.
As they all sat around, Brooke felt the ease at which everyone was comfortable, the lack of judgment regarding her and Bill, and she felt peace at the acceptance everyone in the room was showing her and her husband.
Bill tugged her further into his arms, talking over her head to Ivonne about her scavenging adventures and if she had discovered any treasures. The curiosity in his voice told her he would no doubt be thinking of joining her on one of those excursions should she find one near to home. She had no doubt she would be dragged along for it as well, and there was no other place she would rather be than anywhere that had him there.
"I'm going to go talk to the girls," she said, attempting to disentangle herself out of his arms.
"Why not just call them over here, so my arms can stay where they would prefer to stay."
She shook her head playfully, stepping back from him. Not that she got very far. Lightly grasping her forearm, a grin on his face, he mumbled,
"Come here," before he pulled her in the rest of the way, a gentle peck on her lips as she laughed.
Tugging out of his arms, she walked toward her children, pausing to look back at him, finding him looking at her, pure adoration on his face. Smiling back, she turned around and continued on her way.
"I'm going to say it." Caroline began.
"I don't think it needs to be said," Karen added.
"It's quite obvious isn't it?" Donna weighed in
"What?" Brooke enquired, oblivious to their line of conversiaotn.
"You have that man wrapped around your finger." Bridget stated.
"I do not," she argued.
"I've never seen him quite like this. This family element is something we weren't raised with. But I see it right now, staring me in the face. And you are the cause of it." Karen added on.
"I can actually stand him a little more right about now. He's not all that bad," Hope's face scrounged up as she said it, causing Donna and Caroline to snicker.
"He never, not at any point, had this way about him that he has right now, when he was with Katie…" Hope's statement tapered off after the mention of her aunt.
"It's okay sweetie," Brooke grasped her daughter's arm, pulling her to her side. "You don't have to not talk about her. It's fine."
Brooke looked around to see the women around her looking at her with questioning eyes.
"All that matters to me is how he loves me, how his devotion to me is unreserved in its entirety. Despite what we have done in our pasts, to each other and to others, we somehow got this chance to be with the one person we love, the one person that understands the other completely, each and every morning, each and every sunset. With Bill is where I have always been meant to be."
"Rick had better be receiving some tips from my uncle right about now," Caroline wisecracked, causing the ladies who had turned quiet to laugh.
"Speaking of…" Brooke looked towards Hope, knowing that the drama regarding her having to choose between the two brothers who were currently entertaining her two younger sons was still up in the air.
'Don't want to think about that right now. I'm here for you and all that has been shelved until we return to the States."
Brooke nodded, praying that whichever choice she made, it was for herself and her happiness in the end. Anything else would have been settling for less, and as Bill had shown her, that was no way to live.
RJ and Jack came to stand beside her, hugging her. The smile that had been plastered on her face all day grew wider.
"Yes boys?"
"We need you to come with us."
They didn't wait for her response, dragging her across the lounge room towards the pool. Walking into the gazebo, she found herself immediately attacked by jet streams of water from various directions.
"What the hell!" she shouted, the water drenching her fast as she heard the laughter of the boys and one husky one she knew by heart.
Looking at his eyes, she saw unrepentant mischief brewing.
"Don't you d…"
She didn't finish as he sprayed her yet again.
As she wiped the water from her face again she felt his hands wrap around her waist.
"Don't worry, I'll dry you off, lick by lick," he whispered in her ear, too low for her son's to hear, yet loud enough for her heart to jump, for that desire to pulse.
"Now, now Dollar Bill, we wouldn't want you getting too fired up now would we?" she whispered back before she stepped away from him and opened fire, drenching him in vengeance.
RJ stood next to her, his hands devoid of his gun that she was currently making good use off, hunched over in laughter.
She turned the gun on him next, surprising him, Jack running off before he was dealt the same fate. Several minutes later, when their ammo had run out, they sat by the edge of the pool, RJ and Jack playing in the water.
"Thank you," she said into his shoulder as he rubbed her nape.
Fingers underneath her chin tilted her head until she met eyes that peered into her soul and saw nothing but beauty.
"I love you Mrs. Spencer." His voice gruff and low before lips swept down and consumed her.