BRUTE
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“Not tonight, son.” I make a point of glancing at my watch. “It’s bedtime already.”
His lower lip trembles, but he takes in a breath and stills it. “Tomorrow?”
“Of course.”
Jack has fallen asleep already; Luke lifts him onto his shoulder and carries him across the room to his crib. After I’ve settled Matty in his bed, tucking him in with his teddies and comfort blanket, we both kiss him then switch on the nightlight and leave the door ajar, just the way he likes it… even though we’ll hear him call out via the monitor if he needs us.
Down in the kitchen, at the lower garden level, Luke starts chopping onions to make a pasta sauce, and I pull the cork from a bottle of Chianti. Our house is tall and narrow, five floors, paid for by our blood, sweat and tears… me as senior partner in a law firm, and Luke from his work as a special effects artist in the post-production film industry.
It’s a warm July evening, so I open the patio doors. The sounds of London reverberate in the air… planes heading towards Heathrow, police car sirens, traffic, all interspersed with evening birdsong. At this time of the year, it doesn’t get dark until ten pm. I set the table and pour us both a glass of wine. Oreo, our black and white neutered tom-cat, winds his way between my legs, purring; I smooth his silky fur and get a head butt in return.
Luke appears with two bowls of spaghetti Bolognese; we dive in and eat hungrily in companionable silence. Abi always eats with the boys, and I suspect she has a collection of snacks up in her room to keep her going. Thinking about her gives me a prickle of worry. What if we can’t find a suitable replacement?
“Where’s that list of applicants?” Luke asks, as if he’s read my mind.
“I left it in the study,” I say, clearing our plates and then filling Oreo’s bowl with dry cat food. “I’ll go get it.”
Within minutes I return, and we scan the details of five different girls. There’s one that catches my eye immediately. Twenty-two years old, the same age as Abi when she started with us. One year’s experience with an American family in Notting Hill. They’re returning to the States, which is why she’s looking for a new job. I hand the information to Luke. “This girl. Eleri Thomas. I like the look of her. She’s been caring for twin boys aged eighteen months. And she likes cats.”
He stares at the girl’s picture, and his smile shows the dimples at the corners of his mouth. “She looks nice... like sugar and spice.”
I grab the page back from him. Eleri’s face is pale, her dark wavy hair shoulder-length. She’s wearing a plain white blouse and is looking directly at the camera. Not at all like the sort of girl Luke and I have invited into our bed from time to time. Which is good. We deliberately chose Abi as she wouldn’t tempt us. Although we’re committed to each other one hundred percent, Luke and I like to spice up our sex lives by sharing a willing woman and fucking her together. We certainly wouldn’t want to fuck our nanny; apart from the ethics it would make life far too complicated.
Thinking about sex has made me feel aroused. I put the girl’s details down on the kitchen counter. “I’ll email the agency tomorrow,” I say, giving Luke a needy look. “Let’s go to bed.”
LUKE
I close the patio doors and check the cat-flap, so Oreo can get in and out. He’s a good-natured beast, accepting of Matty carrying him around like a cuddly toy, but he needs his independence at night. Thank fuck we live in a quiet street and don’t need to worry too much about him ending up under a car.
Gabe has already undressed before I step into our bedroom. I shoot a look at his perfect body: abs and pecs toned from daily workouts. Unlike my own shaggy dark-blonde hair, Gabe’s is almost black and neatly cropped. He never sports more than a day’s worth of stubble, whereas I avoid my bastard razor like I avoid going to the fucking dentist. His dark-blue eyes lock with my greens, and his smile is full of lust.
We kiss, our lips meshing, his tongue seeking mine and drawing it into his hot mouth. He pushes down on my shoulders, and I know what he wants. His cock is iron-hard and straining against me. I slither down his body until I’m on my knees. Fuck, his dick is beautiful… thick, veined and ready for me.
He buckles his legs and I suck him into my mouth, my own pierced cock throbbing as I taste his salty fluid. I sweep my tongue across his tip, sinking more deeply over him, pressing firmly against the underside.
He groans and slides his hands into my hair, tilting his hips and pushing more of his thickness into my mouth. I open for him and take what he gives me. He begins to thrust deep and steady, the head of his dick grinding against the back of my throat, his balls bumping against my chin.
He withdraws, and I inhale a sharp breath, ready to suck him off again. But he pulls me up his body and kisses me instead. “Take off your clothes, tiger. I want you naked.”
“Yes, sir,” I deadpan, stepping out of my jeans and boxers.
He lifts off my t-shirt and pulls me against him. We kiss again, our tongues sliding together, our cocks rigid. I reach down to fist him, and his dick twitches in my hand as he releases a moan. He tugs at my shaft, jerking and pulling and stretching my length. I release him with a gasp, the ring of my Prince Albert pressing against his hand as I grip his beautiful ass. He lets go of my dick to hold my butt cheeks, and our cocks seek each other out, meshing together as we buck against each other, hard flesh against hard flesh, a frantic dance of hips and cock.
Fuck, it feels incredible.
My balls tighten, and tingles spark through them. “I’m gonna come, Gabe.” I grind into him.
His cock jerks against mine and he explodes with a hiss, his cum shooting onto my lower abs. I grunt and thrust, my cock sliding in the slick of his release, and then I’m there too, spilling onto him as I crest the wave.
I crush my mouth on Gabe’s before deepening the kiss, enjoying the feel of him, this man, my hot lover and best friend. “Guess we’d better have a shower,” I say, pulling away from him.
“You’ve guessed right,” he smirks. “Dirty boy.”
Later, lying in our king-sized bed, I run my hand up his smooth chest. “I love you. You know that, don’t you?”
“I do,” he breathes. “And I love you too. Sorry if I don’t say it that often. You know me. Stiff-upper-lip and all that.”
His breathing slows and soon he’s asleep. I kiss his shoulder, and he sighs in his sleep, pulling me close.
Meeting Gabe was the best thing that’s happened to me. Both in our late thirties, we’ve been together eight years already, healing the hurt we’d suffered from failed relationships. Mine with a woman whose career was more important to her than starting a family, and his with a bloke who left him for a himbo from Brighton.
It was fate that brought us together, a chance meeting in the Beaufort Bar at The Savoy. We’re from different ends of the social spectrum, you could say. Gabe was drinking a champagne cocktail and I’d ordered a pint of ale. Gabe’s father is an earl and Gabe is set to inherit the title, not that you’d realize if you hadn’t been told; Gabe is totally unassuming.
I close my eyes, trying to clear my mind of thoughts so I can sleep... tomorrow I have a ton of work to get through. I fucking hope this new girl works out… that’s if we take her on; it’s not every girl who’d be able to manage a set-up like ours.
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Acknowledgments
So many wonderful people have helped me with Brute and I’m humbled by the amazing support I’ve received.
Trenda, my awesome content editor. Your feedback, as we bounce chapters back and forth between Italy and America, is what I rely on totally as my stories develop. The way you challenge me to improve is inspiring. I can’t wait to start work on our next project.
Letitia of RBA. I love the cover of Brute so much. Your talent never ceases to amaze me and I’m looking forward to seeing what you’ll come up with for Beast.
My lovely PA, Helena. You work so hard for me, and I appreciate everything you do.
Fiona, my kick-ass alpha reader. Your tough love approach has been my lifeline to a better book. Thank you.
My fab beta readers, Joy, Nanette, Helena and Michelle. Your support and helpful comments, your impatience for the next chapters, have helped me remain enthusiastic throughout the writing process.
Misha Wilson of Read Owl Book Trailers, for an awesomely atmospheric book trailer. I love it.
Hugo Wylde for producing the audio book and narrating Daniel. Hannah Martin for being Catrin. Thank you for bringing my characters so beautifully to life.
Lesley, thank you for managing my street team, Siobhan’s Divine Courtesans, and Nancy, Kat, Helena, Daverba and Rhiannon for tirelessly promoting me on Facebook. Love your lovely faces. I’m grateful to you, and all the fab people who support me… from the reviewers, to the bloggers, to the promoters.
The members of my Facebook group, Siobhan’s Kinky Courtesans. Thank you for keeping me company while I write, and for joining in the takeovers and giveaways as well as spreading the word about my books.
My awesome author friends, Jade, Jo, Isabella, Michelle, Clarissa and so many others. Your encouragement, support, advice, and friendliness have kept me going. Indie authors rock!
Last, but not least.
My readers.
I couldn’t do this without you.
Thank you for buying my books.
Love you, all of you,
S xox
Contents
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1. Catrin
2. Daniel
3. Catrin
4. Daniel
5. Catrin
6. Daniel
7. Catrin
8. Daniel
9. Catrin
10. Daniel
11. Catrin
12. Daniel
13. Catrin
14. Daniel
15. Catrin
16. Daniel
17. Catrin
18. Daniel
19. Catrin
20. Daniel
21. Daniel
22. Catrin
23. Daniel
24. Catrin
25. Daniel
26. Catrin
27. Daniel
28. Catrin
29. Daniel
30. Catrin and Daniel
Epilogue
Excerpt From “Their Virgin Nanny”
Other Books By SC Daiko
About the Author
Acknowledgments