Gordon's Dawn (12 page)

Gordon started nibbling on her ear pausing to growl. “You’re so unbelievably tight. You feel amazing.” He had grunted before he bit the tip of her earlobe, and she yelled so hard, he swore his eardrums burst. Her pussy contracted around him pulsating and squeezing his dick to the point of pain.

His muscles strained to continue, and his whole body tensed before he let his explosion free. His cum shot out of him, and it shook him to his core as euphoria settled over him. Gently placing a kiss against the already blossoming hickey, he scraped his teeth over her earlobe before tugging on it. “I’m so happy you’re mine.”

They lay there enjoying their raptured state for a while before he groaned as his phone started going off.

“Nooo, don’t go,” she turned and mumbled at him.

“Ugh, as much as I’d like to stay with you here and spend the day in bed, I have to finish what I started last night. The sooner I have these people promoted, the sooner I can spend more time with you. I want to show you around. I haven’t taken you exploring yet.” Tilting her head, he kissed her until his body started to rise again— amazingly, after the crazy sex they had just had. Groaning, he pulled himself from her and brushed his lips over her forehead. “Have I thanked you for last night? You were not only the most beautiful woman there, but you were a great support and help.” Unable to resist, he took her lips to his own and lost himself for a moment, his phone going off again helping him to stop, and he eased away. “Thank you.”

Backing away from the bed and the goddess before him, with her rumpled hair and puffy kissed lips, he sighed when she grinned up at him. “You’re welcome. I actually didn’t have that bad of a night. I learned some things about you I didn’t know.”

“Oh, so you know all about me now?” Dawn knelt, and Gordon almost relented and went back to bed—stuff work.

She nodded. “I looked you up when I got the chance once I was settled in here a couple of days ago.”

She crawled to the edge of the bed, and he backed away knowing if she caught him, he never would go to work. God, he was a damn lucky man. Going to the closest, he called out, “What’d you learn?”

“Well, you don’t socialize with employees. You’re a hard arse at work, and no one dares cross you.” The little sprite came into his closest, and he knew either he wasn’t going to work or he’d be late, very late. Dawn smirked up at him and wrapped her arms around him. “I heard that you’ve never brought a woman to any work dinner or function. Oh, I saw you in pictures of you at private dinners with them, parties or charity events, but anything work related, you were on your own.” She chuckled and wiggled her eyebrows up and down. “I was your first.”

Laughing, he reached down and cupped her ass, picking her up by the globes. Dawn trailed her hands up to settle on his neck and her legs hooked around his waist. “You were my first. I never took any woman to anything besides dinner, parties, or charity functions. You, my little sprite, are first for many things… like,” he brushed his lips over hers, “I’ve never lived with any other woman but you.” He gave her a quick peck on the lips. “I’ve never been late for work like you make me.” This time he let his kiss linger before easing away and walking back into the room, his clothes forgotten. “I’ve never been engaged or married to anyone else. I’ve never loved anyone else. You, Dawn Wilks, are it. My one, my only.” Capturing her mouth to his own, he delved his tongue in searching for hers, and when found, they tangled in a dance of love. Work could wait.

Dawn felt like
she was walking on air, a cloud of fluffy white love, and she didn’t care how sappy that sounded. She couldn’t remember when she’d been so happy. Gordon was amazing, and she’d never felt so lucky. He’d taken the day off the other day when he was supposed to have been at work promoting people and introducing them to their extra responsibilities. He’d gone to work the next day, and Dawn had expected him to be late, but Gordon made it home before seven, and he’d come home with a present.

“Sprite, I’m home.” She’d been on her computer making sure her clients were all happy, and she was shocked to hear him home.

Saving what she was doing, Dawn turned to see him standing in the door leaning on the door frame with a secret smile spread over his handsome face. “You’re home? I didn’t think you’d get away at this time with having yesterday off.”

Straightening, he came in and picked her up hugging her against him. “I couldn’t stay away.” He locked his lips with hers until she was panting for breath and ready to rip his suit off. “I have a present for you.”

Sighing, she eased down off him. “I don’t need any presents from you. I don’t want anything but you.”

Gordon chuckled and guided her to the living room. “Okay, but I don’t know how this present will feel about being taken back.” As she stepped into the living room, a figure standing with her back turned and spun.

“Amber,” Dawn squealed, let go of Gordon to run the last couple of steps to her friend, and hugged her. “Oh. My. God. What are you doing here? How?” Dawn screamed with excitement, and she and Amber jumped around the room.

“Gordon,” Amber panted out as they squeezed each other and swayed around the room.

She looked behind to see Gordon staring at them with a massive grin. “This is the best present ever.”

He came over and kissed her cheek. “I hoped with Amber here, you could go exploring. Do some tourist things while I work and get the people I promoted ready so I can have more time with you.”

She let go of Amber and hugged him tight. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. You’re the best husband in the world.”

Gordon had laughed, and Amber giggled.

When everything calmed down, Gordon had told her he’d tried to get her sister and Dilan too, but Destiny couldn’t just leave work and Dilan had school, so it was just Amber. That had been over a week ago. Now, Dawn and Amber sat in the back of the luxury BMW 4 wheel drive Gordon had bought her. They were going to a tattoo parlor their friends at Razor where Amber worked and she used to work had recommended they check out. Amber was getting a tattoo and Dawn was going to pitch to the owner about a better website and maybe working there if he had any need for her.

Henry dropped them off, and she and Amber walked into the store. Dawn could feel eyes on her and knew it was Gordon’s security.

“Does it get annoying knowing you’re being watched all time,” Amber whispered at her like she was afraid they could somehow hear her. “I didn’t notice it the first couple of days, but now… Damn, it’s eerie.”

It had bothered her, but Dawn was getting used to it. She knew Gordon was worth a ridiculous amount and he had competitors, and there were crazy people out there. It was America too—a lot different from Australia where guns were illegal, and it was a smaller population. “I’m getting used to it. America is different.”

Amber laughed. “You can say that again. I feel like we come from another planet sometimes.”

Dawn nodded. She did too, but Gordon was hers, and he was worth any alien feelings.

****

“What the hell
do you mean you just got a phone call from Mathew to say the police have caught the threat? What threat?”

His father stood from the leather sofa in Gordon’s office. “Son, after the, uh, accident, you were acting strangely. Then, when you decided you were going to Australia, and we heard your plan, Mathew, the families head of security, and I had talked. We thought it best you not find out the car accident wasn’t an accident. We knew Australia would be safe for you while we figured everything out and caught whoever was threatening you.”

“What? My car accident wasn’t an accident. Fuck, Father, is that all that’s happened? What else have you kept from me?”

“There has been a couple of death threats, and I may have been shot at—”

“What the fuck? How could you keep that from me?”

His father’s head dropped. “It’s been getting harder as they have become more adventurous as of late since you’ve come back. I hired extra security. The police promised they were on it—but it’s all over now, son, they have them. Everything worked out for the best. All the police need is a statement from you.”

Gordon could feel his heart racing, and he tried not to think of what his father meant by more adventurous, an image of Dawn flashed before him. He blinked and went to his phone calling James, who he knew was with Dawn now.

“Hello, sir.”

“Where is Dawn? Can you see her?”

“She’s in the tattoo parlor with her friend.” Gordon relaxed only to tense when James continued. “I’ll go in now.”

“You’re not with her?”

“I was keeping a safe distance like she asked, and you agreed.”

“Gordon,” his father interrupted, “Dawn is fine I’m sur—”

“Don’t. You stay quiet.” He growled at his dad and to James said, “Tell me you see her now.”

James was silent, and then Gordon heard him swear, and a loud bang, like something being hit. “She’s not here. The guy in here said she and her friend left out the back with his boss about fifteen minutes ago.”

Feeling his heart about to beat out of his chest, he yelled, “Find her now.” Ending the phone call, Gordon turned to his now very deathly pale father. “You better fucking hope the police do have the threat.” Picking the phone up again, he called Dawn a couple of times only for it to go straight to voicemail. He then called his security and left to go to his car. Getting in his vehicle, he sat his phone in the holder and activated the tracker on Dawn’s phone while he frantically tried to call her. As he drove to the flashing light that said where she was, he prayed she was okay. He also promised that his family head of security Mathew was fired. He couldn’t believe what he and his father had kept from him. He’d deal with them later. Right now, he needed to know Dawn was all right.

****

The owner, Bran,
had personally done Ambers tat. He’d asked them about Australia, and they’d told him she’d just moved here and Amber was visiting. Bran was eager about her website design. He told them about his new store that was bigger, and he had originally bought it to move the current shop into the new one. When Amber was done, Bran offered to take them to go see the new shop. Without thinking of her guards, she left out the back with Bran and Amber. 

Dawn and Bran now sat going over what he wanted. Amber had walked down to the mall that was close to this location.

“This shop looks awesome. It’s twice the size of the other and in a great spot. I think with the website and attaching some keywords to a search would have this shop booking out.”

“We are busy at the other location, but I thought with the foot traffic here, and if we could link to the mall, it would bring in business.”

“Do you know what direction you want to go with this?” Dawn had an idea, but if he had one she would go that way.

“Any suggestions?”

“I like the feel of both your shops. What do you think of having the same with the website?”

“You could do that.”

“Oh, yeah, I even think we should stick with the rooms to introduce your other artists. It’ll show their style, too.”

“This all sounds too good to be true.” Bran winked. “All you need is tats and you’d be my perfect woman right now.”

“Oh, I have tattoos. You should know, when you work in a shop, you at least have to have one.” Pulling down her shirt, she showed him her tree on her back and the affinity symbol on the back of her neck.”

“Those are really well done. Is your tree finished?” 

She shook her head. “No. Actually, if you’re willing, I’d like to add to my tree.”

Bran went and got a stencil, and Dawn told him what she wanted. He did two and put one design on her back. “What do you think?”

“Perfect. That will be awesome.”

“If you could come around the same time tomorrow that would be great. I can do the tat. We’re busiest at night, so if you come same time tomorrow, I’ll make sure I’m free.” Bran stood, and she followed him. “I better get you back. You can call your friend.” Dawn nodded and pulled her phone out of her black bag, frowning when she saw fifteen missed calls. “Do you have someone to show you around while you’re here?”

Blinking, she looked up from her phone screen to Bran. She’d been warned by Gordon’s security not to tell people who she was married to. Supposedly, she could be kidnapped for ransom. She’d found it really hard to resist rolling her eyes when Gordon’s security had gone through a bunch of rules. She understood why Gordon had them, but she wasn’t the one worth millions.

All the missed calls were from Gordon. Guilt assaulted Dawn because she had snuck out the back from the other shop. She wasn’t used to being told what to do so much. Having so many restrictions was taking its time to sink in. Dawn studied Bran. He was nice. He looked to be in his late twenty early thirties, and before Gordon, he was definitely what she would have drooled over. He had a body full of artwork, lean, green eyes, and dark short hair. Bran, she had learned from when she’d been in his other shop, also liked the same music and had the same taste in art. It had been nice to talk to someone so like-minded.

Dawn didn’t have much experience with men. Was Bran asking her out? Or Amber? Or was he just being nice? She frowned and glanced down at her left hand, which held her wedding and engagement rings. Surely, he’d seen them and was just being nice and was asking for Amber. “I like exploring, but I have someone if I need company. Amber may want to go, though.” Gordon would come, but she knew he was stressing at the moment over the loss they’d taken while he was away and was making sure the people he promoted transitioned well. Dawn was trying to be an understanding wife, especially since he’d brought her best friend over, but she missed him and the time they used to spend together like crazy. She knew without Amber, she would have been lonely though. “I may need to get a job though, just to make some new friends.” She couldn’t stand many of the rich snobs she’d been introduced to so far.

Bran’s eyes lit up, and he smiled. “Since you’re great with the computer, you know how to book appointments. You said you worked at a tattoo parlor in Australia. Would you like to work here in the afternoons for a couple of hours?”

“I’d love that.” Without thinking, she hugged him. “Thank you.”

“Holy shit,” Bran whispered before he pushed her behind him, and she stumbled and righted herself. Turning to see what Bran was swearing about, she groaned. James and Brad, security she knew of Gordon’s, invaded the front of the tattoo shop. At least Gordon wasn’t with them.

Sighing, Dawn pasted a smile on her face. “Hi, guys. I see you found me. How’d you do that?”

Brad raised his eyebrow. “Gordon activated the tracker on your phone.”

“Crap, does that mean he knows I’m here or did he activate it before today?”

Brad actual smiled, which Dawn thought was kinda scary. “What do you think?”

Turning to Bran, she kept her fake smile in place. “Thanks again so much. I’ll be by tomorrow to take pictures and show you what I have in mind.” Dawn could see the question in Bran’s eyes, and then they grew large once again, and Dawn heard the door open and she knew who he was seeing.

“I think your dad’s here,” he whispered

Not able to help it, she burst out laughing. She laughed so hard, she almost doubled over. Looking up, Dawn saw no one was laughing with her. Well, Brad smirked like he wanted to laugh and so did James. “Sorry,” she mumbled. Dawn stared at Gordon, and her laughter stopped. He had the Gordon she didn’t like up. His eyes were shrewd as he assessed everything, and his body radiated power.

Going to him, he snatched her hand once she was within reach and dragged her against him. “Introduce me, sprite.” The bit in his voice had her wincing.

Fine, if he were going to be like that, she could do it, too. “Bran, I apologize for all this. I’d like you to meet Gordon Wilks. Gordon, this is Bran, the owner. He is employing me for his website and offered me a couple of afternoons to work and meet new people and make friends.” Gordon’s gaze narrowed, and she smiled sweetly up at him. She loved him, but right now, he was pissing her off. 

Bran wasn’t saying anything. He just stared bug-eyed at Gordon. “It’s nice to meet you, Bran. I’m Dawn’s husband.” Fuck. Bran looked about ready to pass out.

“Husband,” Bran whispered. “You’re Gordon Wilk’s wife?” Bran looked her up and down, and then went to her left hand. “Real?”

Frowning, she glanced down at her ring and then back at Bran. Why would he think she’d wear a fake wedding and engagement ring? Did he think she was too young or did the ring look to good to be true for someone like her? “Yep, you’re going to tattoo the date we meet and our wedding date as branches tomorrow.”