Womanizer (Spoilt) (29 page)

“Because you asked me to
.”

“I was hurt and angry
, and at the time I said it, I thought I meant it. When I woke up and found you gone …”

“It hurt too much.
I couldn’t stay if you didn’t love me. I … you -”

Her words were stolen by his lips crushing hers. All the angst and heartache from the past weeks pressed his mouth to hers. Hands became a blur as his caressed her hair and hers gripped his shoulders. Pulling back to gaze at her, he brought his hands back to cup her face.

“Izzy, I love you so much. I want you to come home so we can be a family.”

“Oh, Mitch,” she cried, throwing her arms around his neck and bringing his lips back to hers. “I love you too,” she said between kisses.

After collecting Carol, Jesse and their belongings, they headed back to the house that was to become their home. Mitch helped them unpack before Carol discreetly took Jesse to the beach.

They stood staring at each other in the hallway, drinking in every inch of the other. Isabelle leaned against the wall while Mitch stood before her, his blue eyes filled with desire and love. They waited endless minutes to ensure the coast was clear, both anxious to love each other again.

“Do you have any i
dea how much I’ve missed you?” he asked in a deep husk filled tone.

“Probably as much as I missed you.”

In an instant his lips sought hers again, his body pressed against her, pinning her to the wall at her back. Frantically she tugged at his t-shirt and was rewarded with smooth skin which she relished with her hands. As he kissed her neck and whispered endearments into her ear, he removed her shirt. He followed the trail of kisses across the curve of her clavicle and down her body. The rest of her clothes disappeared in a flurry of movement and his lips came to rest on her inner thigh, where he teased for the briefest of moment. Her moan resonated through the house as he brought her to a swift climax with his tongue. He weaved his way back up her torso with heat filled kisses as the rest of his clothes were discarded.

As he brought his lips back to her neck, he lifted her legs to surrounding his waist and plunged inside her. She gripped his shoulders and he could feel her nails dig into his flesh as they both reached their sweet relief swiftly. Holding her up by her legs, he carried her to what would now become their room. They were both too breathless to speak. Mitch shut the door with his foot before easing her onto the bed and lying beside her.

“Now that was worth the wait,” he said lazily, running his fingers over her silky skin.

“Oh, but I’m not done with you yet, Montgomery,” she said as she sat astride him.

Late in the afternoon they woke from a sated slumber, neither of them in a hurry to unwrap their entwined limbs.

“Isabelle,” he said in the serious tone she’d rarely heard him use, “don’t ever leave me again, babe. I don’t think I could live through that again.”

“Me neither.” She smiled.
“Now, no more talking.”

Th
ey made love again slowly, savoring every moment, their eyes locked together in love.

Epilogue

Isabelle looked into the full length mirror with a happy smile. Today she was getting married and she couldn’t have been more excited. Her champagne-colored satin dress with a pink silky overlay was strapless, with a fitted bodice and a layered, billowing, ruffled skirt that finished at her knees. Her feet were bare and her hair curled and pinned up to flow down her neck. There were pink frangipanis in her hair and her bouquet. She and Mitch were to be married on the beach at sunset and she was almost ready for the walk down the path to the sand.

“You look absolutely stunning, Isabelle,” Charlotte gushed.

“Thanks, Charlotte.” She beamed again.

“I would love to stay and chat
, but if I want to make it down there before you begin, then I best get waddling.” 

Charlotte struggled off the bed with her nine month pregnant belly. She was due any day now.

“I’ll help you.” Chelsea offered her arm which Charlotte gratefully accepted.  “You look beautiful, Isabelle. See you soon.”

“Thanks, Chelsea.” 

She smiled as Chelsea helped the waddling Charlotte down to the beach. They had decided against attendees aside from Jesse, and both Mitch and Jesse would be waiting anxiously for her arrival. Isabelle and Carol were taking the walk to the beach together.

“Oh, honey,” Carol sighed with tears in her eyes. She took Isabelle’s hands in hers. “You look lovely. I’m so happy for you and Jesse.”

“Me too but I’m still a little sad that you won’t be staying here with us.”

“Honey, I have wanted to travel and live on my own for a long time - no offense - so I’m looking forward to my own company for now.” 

Carol had found a small apartment to rent which she would move into after she had fulfilled her dream of visiting Italy and France. She would be gone for a month and Isabelle was going to miss having her around. She knew
, though, that it was time for them to lead their own lives for a while. Carol deserved her freedom; it had been a long time since she’d had any.

Twelve months had gone by to the day when they had started living together as a family. Six months prior, Mitch had proposed to
Isabelle on a moonlight walk on the beach, thus the reason they had decided on a ceremony on the sand.

Isabelle had given up model
ing, as originally planned, and completed her degree. She was due to begin at the primary school nearby when they returned from their honeymoon in Tahiti. 

Mitch, having had his muse return to him, was inspired and a new exhibit was planned at the same gallery. Opening night would be on the weekend after they returned, consisting of mainly artistic portraits using Isabelle, Charlotte, Car
rie and Chelsea as his models. They were creative and striking. Isabelle was very proud of her husband-to-be.

“Are you ready, honey?” Carol asked her.

“Absolutely.” 

They walked down together, arm in arm, where Mitch and Jesse were waiting for h
er. They were both wearing open-necked summer shirts and black dress shorts. Isabelle and Mitch beamed at each other as they stood holding hands.

Once their vow
s had been exchanged and they’d kissed while the sun set, they heard a voice from the small group gathered for the ceremony.

“Oh, I think my water just broke.” 

They turned to see Jared, in his very serious manner, shuffle Charlotte off to the car.

Hours later they were all waiting at the hospital for news of the arrival of the newest Montgomery member. Hours later Jared rushed out to the waiting room with unrestrained happiness.

“Charlotte is OK and we have a son - Ethan!”

Everybody was overjoyed with the happy news. Isabelle and Mitch looked at each other in anticipation of their life together
and the prospect of them bringing their own Montgomery into the world in the future.

The End