Commitment: The Beauty in Between (A Beautiful Series Novella)
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Authors: Lilliana Anderson
Commitment:
The Beauty in Between
a
Beautiful Series Novella
by
Lilliana Anderson
Copyright 2013,
Lilliana
Anderson
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this book.
This book is a work
of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely
coincidental. Any actual places, products or events mentioned are used in a
purely fictitious manner. The author acknowledges the trademarked status
and trademark owners of various places/products referenced in this work of
fiction, which have been used without permission and is by no way sponsored by
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Dedication
–
Meg and Wade, whose commitment
inspired me
“Love doesn’t make the world go
round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.”
-Unknown
Every time I release a book in my
Beautiful Series
, I
get a lot of readers asking for more about particular characters. This is how
The
Beauty in Between
series was born.
Commitment
came about when readers finished
A
Beautiful Forever
and expressed a wish to see Katrina and David married.
I felt I couldn’t let you all down, so I got to work.
I think I should say thank you to everyone for expressing
that wish. This has been one of the most enjoyable books I’ve written so far.
It’s so full of love and happiness, that even I felt excited as I read through it.
I hope you enjoy it, as much as I did.
First and foremost I must thank my beta and
proof readers for working so hard for me on this novella. Marion of Making
Manuscripts (
www.makingmanuscripts.com
), Mary, Anna,
Betchy, Billie, Celsey, Joy and, Megan. We were on a deadline with this one,
and your speedy feedback was amazing!
Thank you also so my editor Maria Johnson,
for working her tail off, and not going too crazy while reading all of my run
on sentences!
Thank you to my street team and to everyone
who has agreed to review for me – my heart fills up every time I see your
enthusiasm for my work!
A big thank you also goes out to everyone
who has been watching my fan page closely while I wrote this, your
encouragement has been what got me through the lonely writing process.
Especially to everyone who spent time
trawling the internet to help David choose the right wedding dress for Katrina!
I was so touched with the response and our winning dress, submitted by Tabitha
Coots, is just gorgeous!
I also want to thank my family, especially
my husband for supporting me while I write and my kids for cuddling up next to
me while I type and waiting patiently until I’ve finished my thought – you’re
all beautiful!
And I can’t forget to thank the company who
makes the energy drink ‘Mother’ – without you, I would have fallen asleep!
The very last thank you is to you! If you
weren’t taking the time to read my work, I wouldn’t even be typing this right
now - you are the whole entire reason I have worked so hard to create this
book. Enjoy.
“Are you ready?” David asks me from the doorway of the
bathroom.
I’m standing in front of the mirror brushing my shoulder
length blonde hair, and putting my concealer and makeup on. It’s been years now
since my ex-boyfriend, Christopher, put me through a glass sliding door. But
the scars are still there, running down the side of my face, as well as a large
one on my shoulder and light ones on my arms. I accept that they are there and
they remind me more of David saving me than they remind me of Christopher, but
people always stare at the one of my face, so I keep my hair cut with a side swept
fringe and wear make up to hide it.
“Just give me five minutes and I’ll be done,” I tell him,
looking at him via the mirror.
He moves into the cramped bathroom behind me and slips his
hands around my waist.
“You know you don’t need make up. You’re gorgeous without
it.”
“Yeah?” I grin. We’ve been through this before, but it’s
always nice to hear it.
“Yeah, so gorgeous that we might need to take an extra five
minutes – or maybe thirty. Even the rest of the day would suit me,” he murmurs,
moving my hair to the side and nibbling gently, just behind my ear.
Immediately, my breathing grows heavy, and I moan softly as
curling waves of desire ripple through my body in response to his touch. He
presses his body firmly against mine, and I can feel his arousal against my
buttocks. We’ve been together for three years and engaged for two of those and
he still drives me wild. I wonder if I’ll ever grow tired of his touch and
sincerely hope not.
I drop the tube of concealer and it slides down the curve of
the basin as I reach my arm up and curl my fingers into the thickness of his
hair.
“I’d love to spend all day with you,” I confess, turning in
his arms. I move to face him and bringing our lips together, brushing mine
against his. I’m teasing him. Although, to be fair, he’s teasing me too – he
knows we don’t have time for this.
Tightening my arms around her waist, I close the distance
between our lips, and work my mouth against hers. For a moment she hesitates,
we both know we don’t have time for this – not if we’re going to make it on
time. But honestly, I don’t even want to go. I’d rather spend my day in bed
with my fiancée.
I slide my hand up her back, my fingertips feeling for her
zip. But she pulls back, her fingers still threaded in my hair, and looks at
me.
“We’re going to be late,” she breathes. Her eyes have that
lazy lustful look they get when she’s aroused and her lips are perfectly pink. I
lean in and nip at her bottom lip then grin at her.
“They’re not going to care if we’re a little late,” I assure
her.
She pulls at her bottom lip with her teeth. She’s driving me
crazy right now. I want her. I always want her. I can’t imagine being this
insane over anyone else.
God I want him. My body screams for him and I’ll be in agony
all day if I deny the release that’s coming. It won’t take long. We’ll still
make it in time.
“As long as we’re quick,” I tell him, immediately reaching
down to unbutton his pants. His cock bounces out eagerly and I run my hand over
his firm length.
“Lucky you’re wearing a dress then,” he grins, with that
dimpled half grin he has that always sends skitters of delight over my body. He
slides his hands up my thighs and pulls down my panties. I’m only too happy to
kick them aside as he lifts me up onto the vanity and drops to his knees.
I part my thighs eagerly, I know what’s coming. He always
makes sure I am ready for him. He still worries he could hurt me.
As his masterful tongue slides its way between my folds, I
drop my head back against the mirror and moan contentedly. The pleasure builds
inside me and I slide the fingers of one hand into his hair as the other grasps
at the tap which is dripping slowly. It’s the only other noise in the bathroom
besides our own heavy breathing.
“Get inside me,” I gasp, knowing that I’m ready. I want to
feel him in my core.
Wiping his mouth as he stands, he circles his tip at my
entrance and then pushes in. As he groans, I gasp. Even after all this time, it
takes a while to adjust to his size, but it’s amazing every single time.
He slides in slowly, watching between us as he disappears
inside me. Once he’s made it all the way, he pauses, giving me time to adjust
as he looks into my eyes. “I love you like this. You’re always so beautiful
when you’re about to come,” he declares, placing his hand on the mirror behind
me, he leans in closer and kisses me, his mouth tasting of toothpaste and me.
Moving his hips back, he glides easily through my juices and
lets out a satisfied hum as he starts to move.
“Oh,” I moan as his rhythm builds. It’s like the gods made
him specifically to push against my g-spot. Reflexively, I grip myself around
him, deepening his brush against my nerves endings and sending ripples of
pleasure coursing through my body.
My whimpers and moans mingle with his, and bounce off the
tiled walls. Oh god, I’m so close.
I’m going to lose it, and I know she’s not there yet. She
has a pussy like a vice, and the sound of her moans almost pushes me over the
edge. I focus all of my energy on holding off and keeping the rhythm. I want
her to come first. I need her to come first.
Moments later, she starts to call out. This is the only time
she’s ever religious as she shouts to the heavens and says ‘yes’. My own
pressure explodes out of me with her calls, pulsing deep inside her as she
clenches herself around me, milking me of every drop as I slide myself in and
out of her slick wetness.
I lean back a touch and slide my hands either side of her
face, taking my time as I kiss her softly. Sliding my tongue around the sweet
dampness of her mouth - I’m lost. I don’t want to leave.
For a while we just stay connected, kissing, embracing - enjoying
the feel of being together. Although, eventually the sound of Katrina’s phone
ringing brings us out of our reverie.
“That’ll be mum,” she whispers, dropping her forehead
against mine as she breaks the kiss.
Sighing, I reach over to the towel rack and grab a hand
towel before sliding out of her and placing it between her legs.
“I’ll answer it,” I tell her, planting a kiss upon her
forehead as I tuck myself away and do up my trousers, and make my way into the lounge
room to answer the ringing phone.
“Hi Carol,” I say as I bring the handset to my ear.
“David! Are you two on your way? We’re just about to leave
with Tom and Jenny. Jim wants to make sure we’re all synchronised to arrive
together.”
“We’re leaving in about five,” I tell her.
“What have you been doing? You should be on the road by
now?” she demands, soundly slightly miffed.
I’m not going to tell her what we’ve really been doing –
that would be weird. So I go with the easiest excuse I can think of. “Sorry, we
just lost track of time. We won’t be long.”
Trina is still in the bathroom when I end the call, so I go
back to her and lean against the doorway, watching as she leans close to the
mirror and applies her mascara with her mouth in a slight O. A grin twitches
the side of my mouth. I’ll never understand girls and makeup.
“Is she pissed at us?” she asks in between eyes.
“A little, but they don’t have to wait for us. They can go
in on their own if they want.”
“No, she won’t let them. You know how she is – we have to
arrive as a family.” She swipes some rose coloured gloss across her lips, and
fluffs out her hair while she checks herself in the mirror.
“I hope you’re not trying to impress anybody,” I blurt out,
feeling instantly annoyed with myself the moment the words leave my mouth.
She turns around and faces me. Looking very unimpressed with
her eyebrows high and her head tilted. “Seriously? We just made love right
here,” she reminds me, pointing to the bathroom vanity behind her. “I can still
feel you between my legs. Don’t insult me. Please.”
“I’m sorry baby girl, I’m an idiot. Forgive me? I’m just
crazy about you is all.” I give her a pleading look and she rolls her eyes
slightly, but cracks a smile anyway.
“Just go and grab my white cardigan from our room and all
will be forgiven. I’ll meet you by the front door.” She walks past me, pausing
to kiss my cheek on her way past, leaving behind a slight sticky feeling from
her gloss.
I do as she asks and head towards the door where she’s
standing with her bag and the keys in her hand.
Dread fills me, growing heavier in my stomach as I approach
her. I so don’t want to go to this, but Katrina’s mum is insisting that we need
to be polite. Personally, I don’t see what’s polite about going to a BBQ to
honour the return of your fiancée’s ex with his new wife and baby, but Carol is
best buddies with his mother. She and Jim have been like a second set of
parents to me for the majority of my life. So, if they think we should go, then
I’ll suck it up and go.
I am a little weirded out though, this is going to be the
first time I have seen Elliot since I started dating Katrina all those years
ago. I met him while they were together, he’s a nice guy. Even so, I really
don’t think we need to be at his welcome home party. But, whatever…