Chasing Paradise (Chasing 3)

“This is me learning restraint, poppet. I can’t always go ballistic because a man finds you beautiful. You truly are—inside and out—and men are always going to flock around you. As long as none of them hurt you or step out of line then I have to act, or at least pretend, to be a gentleman.”

“It’s weird, but I find that very romantic.” She grinned after the car door was shut.

I smirked, knowing quite well I had found the one for me. “You’re just in love with me, woman.”

“True that.” Sienna leaned closer, resting her head on my chest, leg over my lap as she flung her arm around me. “I’m sleepy, babe.”

Peering down at her, I stroked her cheek. “Go to sleep. I’ll carry you to the jet and into the villa.” Gently taking of her heels, she purred when I started to massage her soles. I hid a smile, loving the heavenly face she was making, eyes closed as if dreaming.

“I can’t believe the Casino is opening soon. You’re amazing, Knightly,” she murmured, comfortable.

“I have to be. I have you and our kids to support.”

She cracked one eye open. “What kids? Are you talking about Chad and Toby? They’re both married now, duh!”

Toby and Chad, like I would consider those two my children, hell. With Chad always toying with sexual jokes, I think not. I laughed at the thought, though. “I’m talking about our future children. I’m thinking we can start with two then maybe one or two more after. What do you think?” I tested the waters, dipping my toe in a bit. Fishing at where she stood; what her feelings and opinions were without needing to blatantly press on the issue.

“Four kids? Hell, Blake! I’ll just lend you my vagina and you can give birth to all of them. How does that sound?” She groaned. “I can’t believe we’re talking about having babies. What the heck happened to my hotshot playboy lover?”

“Me? A playboy? Never!” I huffed, seeming offended.

Sienna rolled her eyes, indignant. “Yeah? Feel like explaining that large velvet box that was hidden in the back of your shoe closet?”

There goes my exquisitely planned weekend, I thought, stilling, trying to remember what was in it. “What about it?” I frowned.

She took her time, dragging the words out, hinting. “Toys… videos of you with women, Blake.”

Fuck. Me. That velvet box! Christ. “Those were from years back, cara. There’s no need for alarm.”

Sienna looked up, unreadable. “I’m not alarmed… I’m just wondering when was the last time you’ve had one of those?”

She was heading to that direction. Hell, why did women feel the need to investigate and snoop about, anyhow? She was wearing my ring for f**k’s sake. “Well, f**k. Do you really expect me to answer this damning question?” I was past frustrated. Not to mention the well of panic was just a breath away. Those videos were well—rather beyond graphic.

“Fuck yeah, I do!” Sienna shot back, sitting now, eyeing me with evident suspicion.

A man’s sex life was always colorful. Their fantasies, explicit. Put them both together, you get an ardent animal. A man down to its animal senses. Instincts. Need. Hunger.

No matter what side of the coin a man was born on, we were all the same underneath it all. We thrived on power, knowledge, glory, competition and beauty. Men loved to dominate. Feel the power in their hands, the need to possess one with implicit submission of their minds, body, soul and heart.

I was one of those men.

It was all back in my past. What mattered was my present, my future with Sienna. Nothing more. “When we broke up… a couple, maybe a few times. I can’t recall properly.” I was pretty smashed most of the time. Well, pretty much every night, until Sienna came back into my life.

“And you like these things?” When she saw me raise my brow, she tried to explain herself. “You know, have sex with two women at the same time?” she continued before adding, “or more…” letting it all hang there, like a big, fat bloody elephant.

I could do with this interrogation, as long as I stayed positive and not leer into the complexities of one’s lifestyle. “I believe that a man’s got to try everything. It has its moments and I had my fill of that. I do not need more of it, nor do I feel the urge to do so.”

Sienna was silent, pondering my words. “Don’t you miss it?”

If she weren’t so serious, I would’ve made a joke of it, but that would be truly distasteful since she was truly bothered by it. “No. What you and I have is so much better, Sienna. Don’t even think for a second that I would cheat because you’d be sorely disappointed.” Why sift through semi-precious stones when I had the best one?

“It’s not that… I mean, I had always wondered what’d be like.”

Did I hear her right? Did she just say…. bloody hell! “Don’t even go there. No man’s touching you. End of discussion.” The thought of her with men made my stomach churn. No f**king way.

“Caveman.”

“Wench.”

“Arrogant ass,” she quipped back, smiling.

I laughed heartily before helping her out of the car. I couldn’t wait until we were alone in the jet, just the two of us again. I didn’t want to sound needy because let’s face it, Blake Knightly didn’t do sappy, but I was feeling it.

Now seated and buckled, I gestured for the stewardess to bring out Sienna’s snack.

She made a groan when she was brought champagne and her favorite French pastries. I was going to spoil her until she couldn’t handle it anymore.

She immediately took a bite-size chocolate cake, not able to wait for long. “Oh, geez. Are you trying to get me fat?” Sienna took another bite of the pastry, eyes rolling behind her head, closing her lids and savoring the taste delicately.

Sexy, I thought as I watched her with a hardened cock. Yeah, watching her eat was a novelty I indulged in once in awhile. She truly was enchanting.

My eyes drifted from her lips, down to her neck, to her br**sts, before I dragged them back to her lips, wanting to taste her and that chocolate in her mouth. “Ready to marry me this weekend?” I rasped out, eyes unwavering.

Sienna jumped in seat. “What?”

I smirked, amused at her frazzled look. Bingo. “What’s with the horrified face? Scared to be tied with likes of me?” I pressed my lips together.

Her brows furrowed, trying to grasp what was going on. “I thought it was the Casino’s opening weekend.”