Kingston (Four Fathers Book 2)

by Dani René

  Kingston

  Four Fathers Series

  Dani René

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  Copyright © 2018 by Dani René

  eBook ISBN - 978-0-639-93662-8

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  The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for adult readers.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in the work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owner.

  Dedication

  To my girls who love the filthy alphas I write.

  This one’s especially for you!

  Contents

  Four Fathers Series

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Meet the other Fathers

  Acknowledgments

  About Dani René

  Stalk Links

  Books by Dani René

  Four Fathers Series

  Four Fathers Series by bestselling authors

  J.D. Hollyfield, Dani René,

  K Webster, and Ker Dukey

  Four genres.

  Four bestselling authors.

  Four different stories.

  Four weeks in April.

  One intense, sexy,

  thrilling ride from beginning to end!

  ***These books were designed so you can read them out of order. However, they each interconnect and would be best enjoyed by reading them all!***

  Chapter One

  Levi

  I don’t remember a time when I didn’t get what I want.

  I’m an asshole in every sense of the word.

  I don’t deny it, and I don’t under any circumstances apologize for it. It’s who I am, and if you don’t like it, tough.

  I live my life the way I do business.

  Confident, shrewd, and calculated.

  Even though I don’t need to work, I do. It keeps my mind occupied. I’m one of the investors in Four Father’s Freight, which allows me something other than my wayward teenage son to worry about. Also, when I’m in constant meetings, dealing with millions of dollars in contracts, I forget the day I said goodbye to my wife. She didn’t leave me. Not by choice anyway. I spent six months by her side as cancer slowly riddled its way through her body and she gave up the fight.

  That was eight years ago.

  Now, I’m an asshole who fucks anything with a set of tits and a sweet, tight cunt. Yes, I admit it. My friends know who I am, what I do, and I make no apology for it. I’ve decided to enjoy my life, no connections, just pleasure. And having a pretty woman kneeling for me, ready to take my dick in her mouth is all I want and need.

  The day I buried Abigail was the day I locked my heart away. The only thing that matters more to me in life besides the business is my son. Ethan is eighteen now, off to college soon, and even though we never see eye to eye, I love him.

  He looks just like his mother. And perhaps that’s why I’ve become closed off. When he looks at me with her hazel eyes, it’s no longer with love and affection, it’s disdain. I know he is angry, for his mother dying, for his father being a dick, and for life in general.

  I want him to study something worthy of a career, but he’s fought me tooth and nail. His interests are like this mother’s—art, painting, sculpture. He’s always been creative, even from a young age, but that’s not going to put food on the table when he gets married and has a family to support.

  Strolling into the office, I notice Eric’s door is closed. His voice booms through the wood, which causes me to wonder whether he’s talking to one of his son’s or a client. I don’t know how he deals with four boys; I can barely handle Ethan.

  Shoving the door to my office open, I step inside to find Kristyn, my assistant, sitting at my desk, jotting notes on the small pad I keep at my computer. I call her mine because I was the one who found her, hired her, and showed her the ropes of how our business operates. Even though she handles the bookings and meeting schedules for all four of the partners, she’s still mine.

  Her long, glossy chestnut hair is pinned in a loose bun at the back of her head and small, black-rimmed glasses are perched on her button nose. She looks like a librarian with that innocent face and red apple cheeks, but when she bites down on her lower lip in concentration, my mind fills with images I shouldn’t be having about my assistant.

  Her three-month stint with Four Father’s has been good. She’s proven herself. When I interviewed her, she had a storm brewing in her pretty blue eyes, something hidden, and I decided then I’d make her my own personal project. I wanted to know what this almost nerdy girl was hiding beneath her prim exterior.

  She may seem sweet and innocent, but she has sass that shocks the shit out of me at times. And for that, I respect her. Working with four alpha men can’t be easy, but she’s taken to it easily and gives as much as she gets.

  I’ve been dying to bend her over my desk since she first walked into my office, not only because she’s beautiful—she is that and so much more—but I want to learn about this little twenty-one-year-old.

  “Good morning,” I interrupt her train of thought, and her gaze snaps to mine in surprise. Big blue eyes, the color of the sky on a clear day, peer up at me.

  “Mr. Kingston,” she purrs my name. I know it’s not done purposely, but there’s a hint of need in her voice linked directly to my cock. “I was...I just finished your list for today.”

  She rises. Her blouse, a soft shade of blue matching her eyes, looks almost see-through, and I can’t stop my gaze from dropping to the lace bra cupping her pert little tits.

  She’s everything a man could want and need. A pretty fuck toy for pleasure. I wonder how well she’d do being ordered around in the bedroom. Or bent over my desk, perhaps, while her tight, little cunt pulses around every inch of my cock.

  “Would you like a coffee?” she questions while rounding my desk. That’s when I finally get a good look at her. Dressed in a black pencil skirt stopping just above her knees, she looks professional, yet utterly sinful. The material hugs her thighs and hips, taunting me from where she’s standing.

  Her shoes are higher than what’s considered appropriate for work, but I can’t deny how much I like the way they elon
gate her legs and show off her toned calves. Imagining her in just those heels and nothing else…my cock stirs behind the zipper of my slacks once more.

  “Please,” I finally respond, stalking by her toward my desk. A hint of lavender plumes around me, and I inhale the scent of her perfume, long and deep. She doesn’t need to know she affects me. There’s no rule stating I can’t date or fuck her, but I’ve learned mixing business with pleasure is a no-no.

  She doesn’t say anything more before strolling from my office, her hips swaying left to right. There’s a sensuality about her that brings out a primal need within me. I’ve been spending more hours at the office than I need just to see her each day.

  Once I’m alone, I sit back and turn on the computer. The screen illuminates and reminders pop up, each with a ding, until I notice the last one. I’m meeting one of my biggest clients, Brent Masterson, tomorrow evening at Sizzle, one of the Michelin star restaurants downtown. Dinner and drinks with one of the country’s most influential men.

  As much as I’d rather spend the evening at home with a drink and cigar, this is an important client. His transport business will allow us to make use of his fleet for certain areas of the country.

  Once he’s signed the deal, there’ll be more media surrounding us than a celebrity at the Oscar’s ceremony. And there’s nothing like media to skyrocket attention on the company.

  My door flies open, and I glance up, finding Eric looking overly confident with a smirk on his face.

  “Hey, Pearson,” I greet my best friend and partner. “What was that in there?” I nudge my chin toward the door, referring to his earlier heated phone conversation.

  He sighs, flopping into the chair opposite my desk. “Brock. He’s too old for his age.”

  “Tell me about it. Ethan’s decided he’s going to take a gap year without my knowledge. I overheard him on the phone last night.” I can’t help griping about my son. I’ve given him everything he’s asked for, but each time I think I’m making some headway, I lose my footing. It’s been like that since he turned thirteen.

  “Join me tonight? I’m meeting Sanders and his associate for a business powwow,” he informs me with a salacious grin on his face. Settling himself into the seat opposite my desk, he continues. “I told him you might be there. The last time we had drinks together, he signed that five-mil deal.”

  He’s right. Sanders was an easy target to seal, and the money went straight into the company, putting us at the top of the list in the freight and shipping industry. After that deal, we had five new clients wanting to sign million-dollar contracts for our services.

  I’m about to respond when Kristyn appears at the door. I crook my finger to call her in, not missing the blush on her cheeks. Her full lips glisten as she makes her way toward the desk.

  Her eyes fall to Eric, and the color on her cheeks deepens. Jealousy rears its head, and for the first time in a long while, I wonder if this innocent little girl is really getting to me.

  “Good morning, Mr. Pearson. Would you like—”

  “No, thank you,” Eric interrupts her, waving his hand, but his cold blue eyes trail hungrily over her curves. She nods, offering him a small smile as she sets my mug down. Eric is too old for her. At least…that’s what I tell myself. We’re the same age, but for some reason, she’s not off limits to me.

  “Thank you. That’s all,” I dismiss her. She only offers me a smile before she heads out, shutting the door behind her. I turn my attention back to Eric. “So, you need me to babysit you on this meeting tonight?” I taunt, earning a deep chuckle.

  “Fuck you, Kingston,” he retorts. “Besides, it won’t be me you’re watching.” I tilt my head to the side in question. “He wants to meet at Poison.”

  The corner of my mouth kicks into a smirk as I steeple my fingers under my chin and watch Eric’s face. The infamous strip club is known for the most elite business meetings that take place while receiving a lap dance or private show. They’re strict. No touching. If you even lift a finger or a girl complains, you’re out the door and banned for life.

  “That’s the place you’ve been wanting to go to since it opened three months ago. Isn’t it?”

  He pins me with a knowing stare. A swift nod, then he narrows his eyes. “You’re the one who suggested it a few weeks ago. And I heard those tight teen pussies are always up for an extra tip or two.” He shrugs noncommittally, but the predatory grin on his face tells me more.

  “Make sure your wallet is stacked. I’m sure they’d love to feel how thick and bulging it is,” I throw back, chuckling at his grin.

  “I’ll ensure the bulge they’re feeling is the right one.” His hand falls to his crotch as he grips it. He’s the epitome of a manwhore. Eric Pearson is definitely not the man you take home to mommy and daddy.

  Most of the clubs we frequent are filled with a bevy of beautiful, young women who would do anything to please. Just turned eighteen and so pliable. And Eric has a penchant for pretty young things. The problem is he’s always picking out the blonde plastic dolls. I’m more of a brunette man…like the woman just outside my office door.

  “I take it that’s a yes?” He quirks a dark eyebrow in question, and I know I have no choice. Not that I’d want one.

  “Always.”

  “It’s settled then,” he says, rising as he buttons his suit jacket. “See you later.”

  He leaves me in the office to mull over what tonight will bring.

  Chapter Two

  Kristyn

  Pulling up my black thigh-highs, I clip them to the garter that hugs my waist. A soft, sensual silk negligee with lace trim covers my breasts, the hemline hitting just below my ass. It’s my signature look. The men in the club generally go wild. The more skin on offer, the more I taunt and tease, the more money I make.

  It’s been almost two months and the tips have been just enough to get by. My life isn’t easy. In fact, it’s been a bitch. But I promised myself I could do it on my own. I’m not like my mother, who ran off with a man every week, only to return to my father and beg his forgiveness when her cash cow didn’t pay out.

  That’s the last thing I need: a man to save me.

  Over the years, I’ve learned if you can’t do something on your own, you shouldn’t bring another into the equation. That’s why I’m single. I focus on my job and make sure my dad is looked after. For as long as I can remember, it’s just been me and him.

  After the fourth time my mother fucked him over, he told her to turn around, walk out the door, and never come back. I was proud of him in that moment, reminding myself that leaning on someone to get you through something is not how to live.

  And love.

  That’s a pointless institution.

  I don’t believe in it. If someone ever uttered that word to me, he’d be out the door faster than he could blink. No. I spend three nights a week dancing, making enough to pay the bills. The extra money comes in handy when my father’s medical expenses skyrocket with each treatment.

  Casting a quick glance in the mirror, I add my final touch: a deep ruby lipstick that makes my lips look even more plump than they already are. Men love this shit.

  Sex sells.

  There’s a reason porn is such a wide industry. Men are visual creatures, and the more I can entice them, the more bills I see in my purse at the end of the day.

  One last glance at my reflection and I nod to the girl looking back at me. It’s these nights I don’t recognize her. Sadness holds me hostage for a moment before I shake it off and rise on my fuck-me heels.

  The night is warm and filled with promise. I hear them enter, and make my way down the ornate staircase. Glancing up, I take note of the three men standing in the host area talking to Henriette about a private room for a business meeting. When I near them, three sets of eyes shoot up, taking me in as I strut by.

  My breathing hitches as a set of familiar dark eyes pierce me. The beat of my heart matches that of the song playing in the background—wild and f
ast. Praying he doesn’t recognize me, I turn away and walk into the main area of the club. It’s not one of those large chain clubs. This is an intimate place where men come to unwind.

  No touching is allowed. And that’s the only reason I haven’t walked out. I’ve overheard horror stories that would turn the strongest woman into a trembling mess. However, Henriette is like a vulture. With the team of bodyguards who watch over us, I feel safe here.

  The gazes of the men in the foyer burn into me as I pass. Heat trickles over my long legs and ass barely covered by the black negligee. When I reach the bar, Judas, our barman, glances my way, offering a slight nod.

  “The regular?” he asks, talking about my drink. I nod. “It’s going to be busy tonight,” he says in a faraway tone that hints at his hatred for this place. It’s no secret he and his girlfriend are here out of necessity, not enjoyment.

  “It will be,” I respond, but I don’t give a shit. I’m here for one reason. It’s been almost six weeks and this place has offered me a way out of debt. I don’t have much else to offer him in response, so I pick up my drink and head over to the table where the girls sit.

  Three beautiful, young women who have their whole lives ahead of them. Sadly, we all have a reason to be here. Whether it’s to pay off student loans or get away from an abusive boyfriend, we all find our way into Poison.

  “Kismet,” one of the girls, I think her name is Onyx, smiles up at me, and I lift my glass in greeting. “You look gorgeous,” she says with a glistening gaze. It’s been a long while since I’ve been with a woman. I recall a few nights while I attended community college filled with parties and alcohol. That was before my dad got sick.