by M K Moore
“Why do you want me to fall in love with you Gerard?” I ask, my heart pounding. He puts his forehead against mine.
“Because I am already head over heels in love with you, Cecilia.” I’m not even sure what kind of noise comes out of me. It’s a half-squeak, half whimper as I throw my arms around his shoulders and kiss him with everything I have. He growls and his hands on my hips tighten. He kisses me with just as much need. We only break apart because we need air.
“I love you too, G…” I tell him breathlessly. He growls and gives me a feather light kiss.
“Good because I fucking love you and I don’t plan on ever letting you go.”
“Mmm... Okay,” I say nodding my head. He gives me one of his sexy as sin smirks.
“Now that that's settled, we are heading to LA in a couple of hours. Is there anything that you want to grab from your mom's place before we go?” he asks standing up from his spot and taking the plates back to the kitchen sink like he didn't just drop a bombshell on me. My mouth pops open.
“Wait, what?”
“Do you have anything you need from your mother's house before we go home?” he asks, chuckling.
“No, I don’t have anything there that can’t wait, but I don't have any other clothes with me. Are we really going to LA?”
“Yes, we are. The jet leaves at two. Since you don't have other clothes here, we can go shopping for a couple outfits, so you’ll have something to wear for a few days while you get settled in the LA penthouse. If you tell me what kind of toiletries you like to use, I can have my assistant drop them off at the house for when we arrive,” he says, making his way back to me.
“Ah… okay,” I say nodding my head. “I’ll make a list.”
“Perfect,” he replies, grinning.
Before I can respond he has me up and over his shoulder in the fireman's hold. I gasp.
“What are you doing?” I ask, causing him to chuckle and smack my ass. I can’t help the moan that comes out. I squirm in his hold, thoroughly turned on.
“Taking my woman to get in the shower so we can go shopping.”
“Mmm… As long as you promise to fuck me against the shower wall, I am all for it.” He growls and turns his head nipping my ass cheek.
“With pleasure, doll face.”
Damn, it looks like we are only going to have an hour to do our shopping...
“What do you think of this one?” G asks me, holding up a beautiful white and yellow striped sundress. We have been here for about thirty minutes. I thought he was just going to sit down and have a saleswoman pick out stuff, but he has been hands on the whole time. He seems to be enjoying me modeling all of the clothes he has been picking out. He brought us back to the strip and we are in an amazingly fancy shop that I didn’t even know was here, even though I have lived in Vegas my whole life. All I know is that I looked at one of the price tags and about had a heart attack. I am used to Walmart shopping, not oh here is a pair of jeans for two hundred dollars kind of shopping. When I told him I would be fine just going to the mall or Wally world he just shook his head and said “I only get the best for my girl” in a growly voice and proceeded to have me give him a personal fashion show.
“It’s so pretty,” I exclaim.
“Your purple bra will show through so try these on before putting the dress on,” he says, pulling out a white lacy bra and a pair of matching panties. I blush scarlet and grab the items then book it back to the dressing room. I just barely get the panties on when the door opens and G walks in. The first time he did that I had just gotten all of my clothes off and I fell on my ass trying to cover up because I thought it was someone else. After fifteen outfit changes. I am used to him just barging in here. I stand in front of the mirror and watch him over my shoulder. The clothes he had in his hands drops to the floor. “Sweet mother Mary, you look like a virgin sacrifice in that white bra and panty set,” he growls walking over to me. His hands grab my waist and he pulls me back against his front. His hard cock is at the small of my back. His left hand trails up my side and over my breast as the other runs over my hip and down to the edge of the panties. “I’m going to fuck you in here, doll face. I'm going to pull those sexy underwear to the side and sink my hard cock deep inside that tight pussy of yours until I come deep inside you then I am going to pull them back into place. I want you to smell like me, so every mother fucker knows your mine.” I moan and my head falls back against his chest.
“I love when you talk dirty to me. It makes my pussy so wet,” I whimper. His fingers slide under the elastic of the panties and over my wet folds. He grunts and thrusts two fingers deep inside me. I gasp and go up onto my tippy toes.
“Fuck you’re always so wet for me. You gonna come on my fingers before I fuck you?” I nod my head, my eyes closing. “Look at us in the mirror, CeCe. Watch how sexy you are when you come apart in my arms,” he says his voice tight as he plunges his fingers in and out of me fast and hard. My eyes pop back open and I stare at us in the mirror.
Sweet Jesus! It’s sexy the way his eyes glaze over with lust and his breathing deepens, the way his forearm flexes as he moves his fingers in and out of me. He pulls down the cup of my bra and pinches my nipple and at the same time he pushes the palm of his hand against my clit and I go off like a rocket. I have to slap my hand over my mouth to stifle my scream.
Slowly he pulls his hand out of my underwear and I watch as he puts his fingers to his mouth and licks them. “I need to have the taste of your pussy on my tongue as I fuck you, doll face,” he states.
Why the fuck does that sound so hot?
All I can do is nod my head. He makes quick work of his jeans and boxer briefs. When his cock springs free, it slaps against my ass. I bite my lip in anticipation.
“Put your hands on the mirror, doll face and never take your eyes off me.” His voice comes out gruffer than normal. I quickly do what he says. He groans and rubs both of his hands over my ass giving each cheek a quick slap before pulling my panties to the side and slowly sinking into me, I bite my lip to stifle my moan. My eyes almost roll in the back of my head at how deliriously good it feels to have him back inside me. He tsks and stops. “If you close your eyes, I am going to stop.” My eyes pop back open.
“Don't you dare,” I growl back, pushing my ass back against him making his cock sink all the way in. His heavy balls slap against my clit and I whimper out.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“Take your shirt off, too. I want to feel your skin against mine,” I demand. I love when he is touching me. He grabs his shirt with one hand at the back of his neck and pulls it off in one swift motion. Then he bends over me, so his chest is against my back. The hand that isn't holding onto my panties runs over my rib cage to the middle of my chest. He uses his hand to pull me tighter against him. Fuck, we look so hot together. His sun kissed skin makes a sexy contrast to my pale porcelain skin. With his much bigger body against my smaller frame, we somehow fit perfectly together and I fucking love it. He slowly pulls out until just the head of his cock is inside me then slams back. I let out a breathless gasp. He starts pounding into me hard and fast. His heavy balls slapping against my clit on every thrust. I watch in the mirror as his cock sinks into me stretching my pussy wide open. It’s the most erotic thing I have ever seen, and I have never felt more beautiful.
“Oh, God, G! I'm going to come,” I moan.
“Good, come all over me, baby,” he growls. I slap my hand against my mouth again hoping it will muffle the sound of my cries as I come hard and fast. He buries his face against my neck. I feel him stiffen a second before I feel his hard cock pulsate inside me as he comes deep inside me at the same time as he roars.
“Fuck, I’ll never get tired of being inside of you,” he says when he catches his breathe.
“Mmm…” is all I can manage to say as he chuckles and pulls out of me. I groan at the loss of him inside me. He kisses my shoulder as he pulls my panties back in place. He tucks his still semi hard cock into his
pants and throws his shirt back on as I lean my shoulder against the mirror, still trying to catch my breath. He walks back over to me and kisses me hard.
“Put the sundress on, baby and meet me out front. I am going to go pay for this stuff so we can get home,” he says after he breaks away from our kiss.
“Okay,” I say, giving him a grin as he leaves. Just as I finish zipping up my dress, the door opens back up and I grin, thinking that he read my mine and came back for seconds.
“You coming for round two, G?” I say in a sultry voice. I hear a dark laugh and I whip my head up to see the two guys from yesterday walk into the dressing room.
“I wouldn’t mind a round one,” one of the guys says, licking his lips. I spring back as he comes closer and look everywhere to see if there is any chance, I can make it past them. The other guy with a gold tooth chuckles.
“I wouldn’t even think about it. Gino wants you bad, girl.” I open my mouth to scream so Gerard can hear me but before a sound can come out there is a white cloth over my mouth that smells horrible. I start to struggle but the guy holding me is huge and he is much stronger than me. I kick my foot back and hit him in the shin with it. He grunts and his arm tightens around my chest making me feel like I am being crushed. I start to get lightheaded and my vision blurs.
Everything starts to go black and my last thought is that I hope G knows how much I love him.
Chapter Seven
Gerard
Out of the corner of my eye, I see some movement. Looking up into the mirror behind the cash register, I see one of the dicks whose ass I kicked back at the porn studio skulking around. Instantly, I am on high alert. I try to remain calm as I look around. I don’t see CeCe anywhere. Turning, I grab the man before he walks all the way past me.
“What the fuck man?” the guys shouts.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I growl, ready to kill this fucker.
“My job,” he replies, looking like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
“CeCe,” I call out but don’t get an answer. I drag the guy over to the dressing room and damn near rip the door off of the hinges. “Where is she?” I demand, wrapping my hands around the man’s throat.
“He took her out the back, but the van is in the front. Gino Galasso will stop at nothing to get her,” he sputters when I release him. I grab his arm and twist it behind his back in order to keep him under control. Together we walk to the front of the store.
“Over my dead body,” I reply tersely. Outside, I see the van in question. It’s black, with blacked out windows. Mr. T would love it. Fuck Vegas, I think as no one is batting an eyelash at seeing my girl draped over the other man’s shoulder. I watch as he unceremoniously dumps her still body into the back of the van from the side door.
“Jensen, watch out,” the scum beside me says. I haul him into the side of the van.
“What the fuck, Lance?” Jensen says, turning around.
“Remember me, asshole?” I say, punching him in the nose before he has a chance to respond. I feel it break and hear the crunching sound it makes. Irrationally, that makes me feel a little bit better. The motherfucker never should have touched what was mine.
“Gerard?” I hear Gray ask from behind me.
“Help me,” I shout and instantly, no questions asked, he’s on the other guy, Lance, beating the shit out of him. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a tiny blonde, even shorter than my Cecilia, move toward the van and pull CeCe out of it. I see that she’s awake and talking, thank God, but back to the issue at hand. I need this fuck to take a message back to Gino. “Enough, Gray.” He grunts but stops immediately and steps back.
“What’s this all about Gerard? Not that I don’t enjoy a good fight,” he says, wiping blood off of his lip with the back of his hand.
“You tell Gino that this ends now. My future wife won’t be looking over her shoulder for
the rest of her life. Got it?” I demand.
“Yeah, but Gino won’t like it. He was promised a virgin he could do whatever he wanted to,” Jensen says.
“That’s pretty fucking impossible at this point,” I say smugly.
“He’ll kill you.”
“I’d like to see him try that shit,” Gray offers.
“Not if I kill him first,” I reply chuckling. “You’ll deliver the message, and if I ever see either of you dicks sniffing around my woman again, I won’t hesitate to kill you,” I say, my voice deadly.
“We got it. Who should I say is giving him the message?” Jensen asks.
“Gerard Caswell,” I reply. His eyes widen as he nods, getting the message that I am not fucking around. I watch as he scrambles around the van into the driver’s seat. As soon as Lance is inside the back they drive away before he even gets the door closed. I am shaking with rage and adrenaline as I rush over to CeCe where she is sitting on the hood of my car. I pull her into my arms, reassuring myself that she is in one piece.
“You’ve got blood on your face,” she whispers into my neck.
“I don’t give a shit. Are you alright?”
“I am now. Thanks to you and these good Samaritans,” she says. I love the way she’s looking at me with so much love, it’s all I can do to not fuck her right here, right now.
“This is actually my brother, Gray. They were meeting us here so we could ride to the municipal airport together,” I say gesturing to Gray behind me.
“Nice to meet you. You must be CeCe. My brother spoke about you briefly on the phone.
“When did you call him?” CeCe asks.
“While I was waiting on you to try the first outfit on,” I say. The slip of a girl next to CeCe clears her throat.
“Shit. Where are my manners? Gerard, CeCe, this is my girl, Charlotte. She’ll be coming home with us,” Gray says.
“Nice to meet you,” she says. “Grayson told me all about you.”
“I’m afraid he kept you all to himself,” I reply, shaking her outstretched hand.
“It’s very new,” Charlotte replies, moving over to Gray.
“I know all about that,” CeCe says, giggling. She’s acting as if she wasn’t just about to be taken from me. How the hell can she be calm when I am about to come out of my fucking skin?
“We should get to the airport. Stephen will want to take off on time,” Gray says, reminding me of our pilot. He’s a stickler for punctuality. Checking my watch, I see that we have just about twenty minutes to our scheduled flight time.
“Of course. Let me finish paying for your things, CeCe,” I say grabbing her hand. I am not letting her out of my sight ever again.
As soon as we are in the store, out of earshot of my brother and his girl, I kiss her hard.
“What was that for?” she asks breathlessly.
“I thought I’d lost you. I can’t tell you what that did to me. Are you sure you are okay? Do you need a doctor?”
“I’m fine. Those morons didn’t even chloroform me right. As soon as I smelled it, I knew what it was and went with it. It seemed easier than fighting.”
“Good instinct. I don't think they would have killed you, given how badly Gino wants you, but I don’t think they would have hesitated to hurt you.” She shivers in my arms.
“I hate that guy. I’ve heard nothing but terrible things about him.”
“Only ninety percent is probably true,” I say going over to the counter. I pay for the merchandise and then leave the clerk five hundred dollars in cash for the door I broke. “Sienna,” I say reading her name badge. “If this isn’t enough, have your boss call me and I’ll take care of it.” I hand her my card.
“Uh, sure thing sir. Thanks for shopping with us,” she says. “I didn’t call the police. Should I?”
“No. We’re fine now but remember what I said if your boss feels like the door cost more than that have them call me.”
“Okay. Thank you,” she says, handing me the bags. Hand in hand, CeCe and I walk out of the store. I help her into the passenger seat, while
Gray and Charlotte get into the back. I stow the bags in the trunk as well as the backpack Charlotte has and get in the car. The drive to the airport is short, thankfully. One of the flight attendants loads the bags onto the plane. The car stays parked here for our use. We have cars stashed all over the country to be honest. It’s cheaper than renting. Our Gulfstream G550 seats sixteen and is perfect for international flights, so the short flight home to LA is nothing. The funny thing about this jet is that I won it in a poker game. Personally, I never would have spent sixty-five million dollars on a jet, but we have it now, so we sold our smaller one to make room for this one in the hanger.
“You are cutting it close,” Stephen says as CeCe and I board the plane.
“Not late is good enough for me. Stephen, this is CeCe Preston. She will be joining us on this flight.”
“Welcome aboard, Ms. Preston.”
“Thank you,” she says, following me to a section of seats that face each other. Grey and Charlotte talk with Stephen for a few moments before joining us. “I’ve never been on a plane before,” she whispers as she buckles her seatbelt. “Never even left Vegas.”
“The world awaits, my love,” I say as I buckle my own belt.
Gray and Charlotte sit across from us. Soon enough, we are in the air. Gray joins me in the galley, where I prepare us some bourbon and cokes for us while he gets the girls some plain coke.
“What’s going on? What was with those guys?” Gray asks.
“Long story, short? Her mother was selling her to a mobster in exchange for wiping out her debts so I took CeCe before that could happen. I am afraid it’s going to get worse before it gets better.”
“Fuck that shit,” Gray says vehemently. “We’ll handle it.”
“I know, but I’m afraid it's going to come down to a life or death situation.”