He ran his hands down my body and squeezed my backside. ‘Do fuck-buddies sleep over?’ he asked with a grin.
I laughed, grateful for the chance to diffuse the tension. ‘I have no idea. I’ve never had one before.’
‘Me neither,’ he said before kissing me.
The sun was streaming through the gap in the blinds as I opened my eyes the next morning. I could feel Gabriel’s erection pressing into my back as he started to nuzzle my neck.
‘I was wondering when you would wake up,’ he said as he started to rub his warm hand over my hip and onto my stomach before making his way between my thighs. I stretched and smiled. I loved the feel of his rough fingertips on my soft skin. He lifted my leg up and hooked it over his before running his hand back up the inside of my thigh. I gasped as he slid a finger inside me.
‘Hmm, always wet for me, Sam,’ he whispered in my ear before pushing his rock-hard cock deep inside me. His skilled fingers quickly found my already swollen clit and he started to rub as he ground into me, growling in my ear the whole time. Telling me how much he loved to fuck me; how much he wanted to be inside me. I climaxed just before he did, whispering his name as I found my release.
Afterwards, I lay in Gabriel’s arms wondering how on earth I had ever lived without him, and how I could ever live without him again.
‘I think that’s my absolute favourite way to wake up in the morning,’ Gabriel said as he kissed the top of my head.
‘Hmm. Me too. You fuck like it’s your vocation. You know that, don’t you?’
He lifted my chin, tilting my head to look at him, his smile taking over his whole face and his green eyes twinkling. ‘I think fucking you is my vocation,’ he growled.
I pulled him to me for a long, deep kiss.
God help me!
Chapter 21
Gabriel
It was early afternoon as Sebastian and I walked across the deserted builders’ yard towards Jimmy Fenton’s portacabin.
‘This feels dodgy,’ Seb whispered as we passed an empty skip.
‘That’s because it is fucking dodgy,’ I replied. ‘Fenton is a fucking snake. There’s no way this isn’t a set up. That’s why we’re here an hour early. And why we’ve brought back up,’ I said, thinking about the Berettas we each had inside our coats.
‘We’re early?’ Seb asked. ‘Why don’t you ever fill me in on your fucking plans until the last minute?’
‘Because,’ I grinned, ‘you never ask.’
Seb shrugged. ‘Fair enough.’ No doubt happy just to be in the thick of it for a change. It wasn’t often I favoured the violent, no holds barred, approach, these days. I tried to use my head instead of my fists as much as possible. But Jimmy Fenton had requested another meeting and he wasn’t backing down with his offer to buy our company. And I was becoming increasingly impatient.
‘Let’s go in there and try and play nice first,’ I said. ‘And then if he refuses-'
‘You mean when he refuses,’ Sebastian interrupted.
I nodded, knowing that he was right. ‘Well, then we’ll do things your way.’
We approached the portacabin. I opened the door and stepped inside, with Sebastian close behind me.
‘Hello, Jimmy.’ I grinned as I saw Jimmy Fenton sitting at his desk being sucked off by a blonde who most definitely wasn’t his red-headed wife, Colleen.
‘Caught with your pants around your ankles, Jimmy,’ Sebastian laughed.
‘What the fuck are you two doing here?’ Jimmy barked as he pushed the blonde away from him.
‘Fucking hell, how old is she? Fourteen?’ Sebastian said as the young girl scrabbled to her feet. ‘You dirty bastard,’ he snarled.
‘She’s fucking seventeen,’ Jimmy snarled back. ‘Not that it’s any of your fucking business.’
‘She ain’t your wife, though, is she?’ Sebastian sneered. ‘And she’s younger than your own fucking daughter.’
Jimmy was about to respond when the door of the portacabin burst open and his younger brother, Martin ran in.
‘What the fuck’s going on in here? You two are fucking early,’ Martin shouted as he joined his brother, who was still fastening the belt on his trousers.
Seb glared at Martin. He would never forgive him for the scar he’d left him with seven years earlier. It ran from behind his left ear down to the bottom of his neck. Me and Jimmy had convinced the pair of them to let the whole thing go. We’d reached a truce after that showdown, and our rival security firms had gone our respective ways. That was until the Fentons had started making threats about taking Archangel Securities.
‘Are we early?’ I asked, looking at my watch. ‘Sorry about that, gents. But now we’re here we might as well get down to business.’
‘Get out of here,’ Jimmy told the young blonde as he pushed her roughly away from him. ‘Wait in my car. I won’t be long,’ he added as he glared at me and Sebastian.
I took a twenty pound note from my pocket and handed it to her as she passed me. ‘Get yourself a taxi, kid. We might be a while.’ The last thing we needed was a young girl hanging around when there was about to be a kick off.
She took the money from me and scurried out of the office.
Jimmy continued to glare at me while Martin and Seb eyed each other suspiciously.
‘So, why did you want to meet with us?’ I asked eventually.
‘You know why, Sullivan,’ Jimmy snapped. ‘We want Archangel Securities. We’re prepared to make you a good offer.’
I could sense Sebastian getting increasingly agitated beside me. If Jimmy wasn’t careful, he or Martin could get their heads blown off any minute. It was always a risk bringing Sebastian to meetings like this. He was a loose cannon. But Archangel Securities had to present a united front, and Sebastian’s impulsiveness could be useful at times. It made sure people were always wary of him. In fact, most people were terrified of him. Ever since Martin had got the better of him all those years ago, by bringing a knife to a fist fight, the Fentons had been waiting for him to take his revenge.
‘And I’ve told you, it’s not for sale. So, fuck off,’ I snapped.
Jimmy glared at me. ‘This is your last chance, Sullivan.’
My right hand had remained in my coat pocket for the duration of our brief meeting. The shooters were our last resort. We’d only brought them because we knew Fenton had one in his office. If they came out, people would end up dead, and we could do without a war, or the police sniffing around us. So, I slipped on the brass knuckle duster I’d brought with me. ‘No. This is your last chance, Fenton,’ I said as I gave Sebastian the nod.
Before Martin could blink, Sebastian had him in a headlock and started punching him in the face and head. Jimmy went for his desk drawer where he kept his shooter, but before he could reach it I jumped over the desk and brought him crashing to the ground. I started pummelling Jimmy’s head and he cried out in agony as my bronze-clad fist connected with his jaw. Jimmy was a strong bastard though and he came back at me with everything he had. Fortunately, I had the advantage being on top of him and gave him a hard knee to his groin which had him groaning in agony. I punched him again to the face and watched as his eye almost exploded out of its socket.
Sebastian was obviously enjoying himself as he continued punching and kicking Martin, who was also on the floor by this point. When Sebastian picked up the computer screen from Jimmy’s desk and smashed it over Martin’s head, I decided we’d done enough damage for one day.
‘Don’t you ever fucking take us for a pair of mugs again,’ I spat as I tapped Sebastian on the shoulder to indicate we were done. ‘If you ever come after our business again, we will fucking end the lot of you.’
With a parting kick to Jimmy’s legs, I walked out of the portacabin, with Sebastian close behind. Looking over at Jimmy’s car, I was relieved to see his young conquest hadn’t hung around.
I put the car into gear and drove away from the Fenton’s builders yard. As we pulled out of the gates, I saw the
white transit van driving in.
‘Reckon that must have been their back-up?’ Sebastian asked.
I nodded. ‘Of course. There’s no way they’d have taken us on one-on-one. Pair of shit-houses’
‘We should have fucking finished the two of them off, mate,’ Sebastian said as he shook his head.
‘Don’t be fucking daft,’ I snapped. ‘You want to risk doing life for that pair of wankers? Because I don’t. Everyone knows they’re after our business, so we would be the prime suspects if those two ended up at the bottom of the Thames.’
‘But they’re cheeky fucking cunts,’ Sebastian snarled. ‘I told you people would start taking the piss if we tried to go legit. That’s not how our business works.’
I sighed. I had a feeling Sebastian was right. How many more takeover bids would we have to fight off? Back in the day, when Sebastian and I had gone around maiming, and on occasion killing, our competitors, no-one had dared to take us on. But now that I was trying to make us a pair of respectable businessmen, the Fentons had had the cheek to try and take us over. ‘The Fentons will back off. That’s all we need for now, isn’t it?’
‘For now,’ Sebastian replied as he checked his watch. ‘It’s nearly five. You’d better go and pick Samantha up, hadn’t you?’
‘Oh yeah,’ I replied, trying to sound as casual as possible. Just the thought of seeing her and what I was going to do to her later made my cock stiffen.
‘Is she still giving you a hard time?’ Sebastian asked.
‘You could say that,’ I replied.
‘Want me to come with you and smooth things over?’ he offered.
‘No. I’ll be fine,’ I replied. That was the last thing I wanted.
‘Okay. Don’t let her give you too much grief though, mate.’
‘I won’t,’ I swallowed.
Fuck! I was going straight to hell.
Chapter 22
Samantha
Fresh from my shower, I strolled into my kitchen in my bathrobe. Sitting down, I watched Gabriel sip his coffee across the table from me, a frown flickering across his handsome face. Since he’d first stayed the night a week before, we’d hardly left my apartment except to go to work. And we had spent most of our time together in bed.
‘What’s up?’ I asked him as I took a drink of my own coffee.
‘Your dad,’ he sighed. ‘You know we’ve got to tell him about us?’
I groaned. ‘Do we though?’
Gabriel looked at me. ‘Yes, Samantha! He’s your dad. He’s my best mate, and my business partner. It’s bad enough that I’ve even gone there with you, but if he finds out we’ve been seeing each other behind his back, he’ll go nuclear. You know what he’s like.’
I shrugged. ‘He’ll go nuclear anyway, no matter when we tell him. So why risk it until we know what this is?’
‘What this is?’ Gabriel frowned at me. ‘I assumed we’d got past the fuck-buddy phase?’
‘We have,’ I agreed. It had very quickly become apparent that we could barely keep our hands off each other and a friends with benefits arrangement was never going to work for us. ‘But, it’s only been a week,’ I said, trying to appear nonchalant.
The truth was my insides were churning. The thought of telling my over-protective father that I was seeing his best mate was the least of my worries. The last week with Gabriel had been a heady mix of lust and excitement. I could barely stop thinking about him for more than five seconds. I was feeling things for him I had never felt about anyone, and it was bloody terrifying.
Gabriel glared at me. ‘A week where I have spent most of my time inside you, and you still don’t think this is something worth telling him about?’
‘I know what you’re saying. And it’s been an incredible week, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves by declaring our undying devotion to my father. Because that is what he’ll expect from us.’
‘I wouldn’t risk my relationship with Sebastian if I didn’t want this to be something more than a casual thing though. I thought you understood that?’
I looked at him. He was struggling to keep his emotions in check, I could tell by the way his jaw was clenched shut. I wanted so much more than casual from him too. But it was so soon. It all felt too much. I had sworn no man would ever have any power over me ever again. And here was Gabriel Sullivan, one of the most feared men in London, asking me to be his significant other. I was torn between self-preservation, and wanting to spend every waking moment with him. But as well as that, I knew how much it was killing him to keep this from my father. They didn’t keep secrets from each other. They were as close as brothers, and I knew that Gabriel felt like he was lying to him every time he saw him.
‘Okay, we can tell him,’ I relented. ‘But I have some ground rules.’ He looked up at me and I carried on talking. ‘I will allow you to take control when it comes to sex but that’s as far as it goes. I am in control of my own life in every other way.’
‘Okay,’ he nodded.
‘You don’t get to tell me what to wear or drink or eat. You don’t get to tell me what to do. I will talk to who I want to, when I want to. I have male friends and I will go for coffee, or lunch, or dinner with them if I choose to. I will hug them, kiss them on the cheek and any other manner of things that friends do. I’m not a cheat, and I don’t play games. I expect the same from you.’
He smiled. ‘Anything else?’
‘Yes. Honesty. I’m not a child, I don’t need protecting from anything and certainly not from the truth. I expect you to be honest with me, even if it’s something you think I’d rather not hear.’
‘Does that apply to you too, Sam? Will you be honest with me?’
‘Yes,’ I nodded as I took a sip of my coffee. ‘But I’m giving you notice that there might be things about me which you’d rather not know.’
He shrugged so I went on. ‘The final, but most important rule, is that I am not your property. If you can accept that, then we can try and make a go of this.’
Gabriel pushed back his chair and stood so quickly that I was startled. He pulled me to my feet. ‘It’s very unfair of you to negotiate with me while you’re almost naked, Sam,’ he growled as he started to untie my belt. Kissing my neck, he pushed the robe over my shoulders. The delicate silk slid easily over my skin as it fell to the floor.
‘It’s unfair of you to try and distract me. Especially when you haven’t answered my question yet,’ I replied. Despite my words, my body was already responding to his touch and I leaned into him. He’d made me come more times than I could count the previous night, and again that morning, but I ached for him, desperate for his touch, longing to feel him inside me.
He whispered in my ear. ‘I accept your terms, Sam. But, I have a few of my own.’
‘Oh? What are they?’ I purred as he continued kissing my neck.
‘You have to let me fuck you senseless at least twice a day,’ he growled and my pussy clenched in response. ‘And don’t ever lie to me.’
‘I think I can live with that,’ I breathed.
‘Now, do you remember when I told you I was going to fuck you on this table,’ he smiled at me as he slid his hand between my thighs. ‘And I love that you’re already wet for me, baby.’ Then he unzipped his trousers and lifted me onto the table.
Chapter 23
Gabriel
My head was pounding as I drove to the office. I had no idea how I was going to tell Sebastian that I was sleeping with his daughter. How would I even start that conversation? I’d have preferred to have told him myself, but Samantha insisted that we do it together. One thing I did know was that he was going to go mental.
I hoped that he wouldn’t be in the office when I got there. I could do with some time alone to wrap my head around the whole thing. I hated lying to Sebastian, and it felt like that’s what I had been doing every single time I saw him and didn’t tell him about me and Samantha. But everything had happened so fast. One minute it had felt like Samantha and I weren’t even frie
nds any more. Then after that night two weeks ago, everything had changed. She’d invited me up to her apartment for a coffee, and I had sworn that that was all it would be, but the next thing I knew I had her pinned to the kitchen table with my hands all over her.
When she’d told me that she wasn’t interested in a relationship, I’d felt like she’d ripped out my heart, but I’d at least been able to reconcile the fact that it was probably for the best. How on earth would I navigate a relationship with my best mate’s daughter? Then last week had changed all of that again.
Despite my headache, the memory of our epic fucking sessions made me smile. I had thought about what it would be like to fuck Samantha for so long, I’d wondered if the reality would ever live up to the fantasy. But it had been better than I could have imagined. Resting my head against the seat, I pictured her shouting my name as I made her come. I could still taste her. I could still smell her on me. I was definitely going straight to hell.
A car horn blared in my ears as the driver behind me signalled that the lights had changed to green. I drove off and my thoughts returned to Sebastian and the reality that he was going to completely lose his shit when he found out I was fucking his daughter.
Chapter 24
Samantha
The sun glared through the passenger window of the taxi, making me squint. There was a knot of anxiety making itself at home in my stomach and a bead of perspiration ran down my back. I wasn’t particularly looking forward to meeting with my father and telling him about my burgeoning relationship with Gabriel. He was so bloody over-protective of me. I could understand why. In his mind, he had failed me twice. Once when I was born and he never came looking for me or my mother, and again when he failed to protect me from my psychopathic ex-husband. What he didn’t understand was that I didn’t hold him at all accountable for either of those things. He had been sixteen when I was born. He had no family. No money. No job. And besides all that, my grandparents hated him. They had sworn to cut my mother, and me, out of their lives if she stayed with him, so she did what she thought was the right thing and agreed to move to Kent with them and never see him again.
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