Chapter Seven
As she hurried to the cottage, someone called out to her from behind. Turning around, she came face to face with Briar.
"Where are you going?" He asked in confusion.
"Home," she said as she turned and hurried up the steps to open the door of the cottage.
"Why? Anything wrong?" He asked. He wanted to dance with her but she was already leaving. Was she sick?
"Yeah. My zipper is stuck to my hair. Briella tried to extricate my hair but the zipper broke and came onto her hands. The dress will fall apart anytime. I need to change," she said, nervously.
"I'll help you free your hair from the zipper," he offered as he went inside and locked the door.
" I I can m manage," she stammered. It would be really embarrassing if the dress came off in front of him.
"I will help, turn around," he said.
She turned around. There wasn't any choice. She couldn't free her hair on her own. Briar's hot fingers on her skin made her feel hot and tingly all over. He gently extricated some of the hair, but the broken zipper caused the dress to start falling. She gasped with horror when he extracted the last few strands of hair and the strapless dress fell to the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra as the dress had one attached to it.
His sharp intake of breath made her realise that she stood before him only in her white satin panties. He whirled her around in his arms and smashed his lips to hers, in a hot, hungry searing kiss, his hands kneading and caressing her breasts, his thumb teasing the hard peaks as he groaned. A soft moan escaped her as he deepened the kiss, his one hand clamped her head while his other caressed her breast with a crazy rhythm.
She kissed him back as her hands caressed his soft hair and his cheek and sharp jawline. His mouth left hers and trailed down all the way down her neck, throat to her breasts as he clamped his mouth over a pebbly peak and sucked like a baby. His other hand working their magic on the other breast. She moaned in pleasure, "Oh, Briar," she gasped when he took the other one in his mouth.
"Do you want me?" he asked as he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He lay her on the bed, his eyes taking her in as if memorizing her.
"Yes," she whispered as he discarded his tuxedo, tie and shirt and climbed over her. He kissed her mouth possessively, his hand going down to her panties. He opened them and discarded them at one go. Staring at her naked body with eyes dark and pupils dilated, he groaned, losing his control. He discarded his trousers and black silk briefs at one go.
They made love again and again, not getting enough of each other. It was only in the wee hours of the morning that Briar went to the main house. If he had his way, he would have stayed and made love to her every day and every night till she fell in love with him and agreed to be his forever.
However, he had to face reality. In the morning, her family would visit her at the cottage, so he couldn't stay even if he wanted to.
It was 8 o'clock in the morning when the doorbell rang again and again. She rushed to open the door. Jude stood at the door with a grim expression. The moment she opened the door, Jude barged in and locked it.
"Hey, Jude, what's wrong?" Alexia asked confused at her expression.
"We're leaving, Alex. Pack your stuff and come out in 10 minutes," she said as she started throwing her things in the suitcases.
"Why should I pack my stuff? I'm not going anywhere. I have a job offer here as an accountant and I'm staying," she said adamantly.
"You don't have a choice, Alex. Uncle George fought with everyone. It was really bad. He's waiting in his car outside. If you don't go with him willingly, he said he will drag you home in your pjs. So please cooperate. Later you can think and deal with him. Now, don't create a scene," she said as she shut the boxes and handed her a dress to wear. "Now fix yourself and come out. You don't want him to drag you out. Do you? I'm waiting outside," she said, wheeling all her stuff out.
With tears streaming down her face, she changed into the dress that Jude handed her. She sat stumped on the bed. Where was Briar? She didn't want to go. Why can't he save her? Didn't last night mean anything to him? She loved him so much. How would she live without him in Austin? Her father was too harsh and stubborn for her to face him alone. He could do anything to get his way.
The door flew open and her dad came in and dragged her out with him to the car. She didn't protest, she didn't utter a single word. With tears flowing down her face she let her father pull her along to the car. The whole Summers family was standing in front of their door. Aunt Olivia, grandma and aunt Daisy were sobbing. Grandpa and uncle Rob came forward," She's a grown woman. You can't make her do something against her will," said grandpa.
"You stay out of this, you bunch of illiterate bumpkins," said her dad, his eyes flashing angrily.
"Hey, hold your tongue. Who do you think you are?" Said uncle Rob.
"You stay away from my family matters," said her dad. "Your son is in my university, undergoing his MBA, right? Meddle with me and I will make his life hell," he threatened.
Uncle Rob quietened down. What could he do? Briar and Blade had gone out to meet a prospective client who wanted to build his ranch. Bronson had left for Austin. Bryce and Ivory had left for their honeymoon. Brody was at Houston to get raw materials.
George Powell climbed into his car and drove off, happy with himself to have been able to quieten down a rowdy family of cowboys.
