SEALed Bride: A Bad Boy Romance (Includes bonus novel Jerked!) (31 page)

“Right now, nothing. O’Brian isn’t stupid, he doesn’t want to start a war. We all know that we can’t touch a Made Man without repercussions.”

He nodded. “But?”

“But, I want to keep him away from Brenna.”

He leaned back and sighed. “You’re putting me in a tough spot, Colin.”

“I know. Just give me what you can, and forget I showed up. I’ll owe you.”

“Favors from you hold a lot more weight, now.”

I nodded, keeping my face impassive.

Jimmy looked pensive for a second, and then spoke. “He’s in the city.”

That was a surprise. “Really?”

He nodded. “Came in last night. Showed up at the big boss’s place going off about how the Irish took his girl, fucked him over. Said he owned her.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What do you mean, he owned her?”

“This is pretty awkward, Colin. You really don’t know?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Ah, shit.” He took another drink and sighed again. “He claims they got married.”

That hit me like a ton of bricks. I gaped at him, at a complete loss for words. I couldn’t imagine that Brenna would marry an asshole like him in a million years. But if she had, if she really had married a made Italian Mob guy, then that would be a serious issue. He would have genuine claim over her.

But I’ll never let them have her
. The thought came to me, completely unbidden, and I knew it was true.

“Is he bullshitting or what?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Not sure yet. Boss sent a guy up to New York to find out what he can. I haven’t heard anything since then.”

I leaned back in my chair and sipped my drink. “So Fabrizio is in Philly, he’s pissed, and apparently they’re married.”

Jimmy nodded. “That’s the situation we find ourselves in.”

“Anything else you can tell me?”

“One thing: he was ordered to go back home, but he refused. We don’t know where he is.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Sorry, Colin. We lost the bastard. Apparently he’s pretty slippery.”

That pissed me off even more. Not only were they not telling us right away that the guy was in town, but they had lost him, too. He could be anywhere.

“Does he know where O’Brian lives?”

“No, or at least I doubt it.”

“We better hope he doesn’t show up there, Jimmy.”

“Yeah, trust me. It’s the last thing we want. We’d rather work this out peacefully.”

“O’Brian is going to be angry.”

“Yeah, well, so are my people.”

“Shit, this is a mess.”

“You’re not kidding.”

There was a short pause as the huge amount of information I had just been given swirled around my brain.

“I’m sorry I can’t be of more help.”

I nodded. “Thanks, Jimmy. You told me more than enough. I owe you a big one, then.”

“Yeah, you do. Hopefully I’ll get to call that in, you know.”

I knew exactly what he meant. Hopefully our two organizations wouldn’t be at war over this. Hopefully we wouldn’t have to try and kill each other.

I stood up. “Thanks for your help.”

He stood and we shook hands. “You want something? Some meat or something? Maybe one of the girls?”

I laughed. “You can just give the girls away now?”

He shrugged. “They seem to like you, so who knows.”

“No thanks, I’m good.”

He walked around the desk and opened the door, and I walked back out into the main room. Nobody bothered to look up at us.

“You send my best to O’Brian, yeah?”

“Sure, Jimmy. Same goes to your boss.”

We shook hands again and I walked back out through the main door. The goon was still sitting on his stool, and didn’t look up at me. I stood in front of him and cleared my throat, cocking one brow. Without glancing up from his newspaper, he held my piece out. I took it, tucked it back into my pants, and then walked back out into the street.

My mind worked overtime as I walked down the block toward my car. The Italians obviously didn’t want a war if Jimmy was willing to tell me all of that. They probably knew I’d show up there sooner or later. Ordering Fabrizio home was a good move on their part, but losing track of him was a total fucking nightmare.

And worst of all was his claim that they had gotten married. Why wouldn’t Brenna tell me about that? As far as the Italians were concerned, when you married a woman she was yours for life, no matter what happened. You didn’t just marry a Mob guy on a whim, because it could be a prison sentence if you weren’t ready for it.

What the fuck was Brenna thinking?

I climbed into my car and gripped the steering wheel. I was pissed, angrier than I had ever been before. And I knew it wasn’t just because of the shit situation we found ourselves in, because the idiot Italians had lost track of Fabrizio. The Italians and the Irish had been on the brink of war a hundred times and we had always figured a way to work things out without spilling blood. I wasn’t worried about that.

No, I was pissed that Brenna would marry a dumb fucking goon like Fabrizio. I was pissed that some asshole got to have her, when she was all that I had wanted for years. I wasn’t sure why the marriage made things worse, but somehow it did. I wanted to break him into pieces, to tear him limb from limb.

Fuck, that was a shitty thing to think. I had no claim on her. She was her own damn person with her own choices to make, and I had no right to second-guess them. I had my chance years ago and fucked it up beyond belief.

But the memory of her body pressed against mine, and how hard my cock was, and how badly I wanted to taste her lips overwhelmed everything else. Her innocent eyes staring at me with pure lust like she was practically dripping already.

I started the engine and headed back toward the house.

A
fter lunch, I got back home as fast as I could. Even though I knew it was crazy, I kept thinking that I saw someone over my shoulder, following me through the streets. I knew it was stupid, but the text had put me way on edge, and my mind was playing tricks on me.

I pushed open the front door and walked into the main foyer.

“Hello? Dad? Colin?” I called out, but only got my own echo in return. I shut the door behind me and bolted it.

With a sigh, I went upstairs, passed my room, and headed up toward the roof deck. I pushed out and walked down the wood boards, sitting down under an umbrella. The city spread out ahead of me and I looked around, smiling to myself.

Which is when it hit me. The last time I was out on the deck during the afternoon was years ago.

I was pissed, really pissed,
I remembered.
I sat down with a huff and crossed my legs. The door to the house opened a minute later, and Colin stepped out.

“Hey, Bren. You okay?”

I looked up at him, biting back tears. “I’m fine. What do you want?”

He walked over to me, his face a tight mask of concern, and I couldn’t help but wonder how much he knew.

“I’m just checking on you.”

“Yeah, thanks anyway.”

He ignored my comment and sat down next to me.

“I heard what happened...” he started.

“What do you know about any of this?”

He shrugged. “Not much. Your dad can be an asshole, but he would never do anything to hurt you.”

I shook my head. “You don’t get it.”

“You’re right. I’m still sorry you’re hurting.”

What a weird guy. He was always so quiet around me, so intense and brooding. I had to admit, I spent a lot of time noticing him, the way he moved, the muscles under his clothes. He was handsome and smart and nothing like the guys back at my school. There was a toughness about him that was hard to ignore.

I stood up and walked over to him, sitting down in his lap. He looked at me with a slight grin.

“I’ve noticed you,” I said softly.

“Hard not to, since we live together.”

I had never done anything like this before. Sure, I had kissed boys, even done more with a few, but I’d never thrown myself at one before. I had to admit, I loved the way he was looking at me, and the way his body felt under mine.

“You know what I mean.”

“Bren...”

And that’s when I kissed him. I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against his.

I’d never felt like that before. His lips were soft and surprised at first, but quickly fell into rhythm against mine, our tongues touching. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight against his strong frame and suddenly, the world below was gone, totally gone. I could feel his bulge stiffen underneath me and it drove me even crazier. I’d never been that wet before, didn’t even realize it was possible.

I began to move my hips, rubbing up against his hard dick, and he gasped slightly. He reached his hands around and grabbed my breasts squeezing them softly, kissing me hard. It was driving me crazy, my soaked pussy grinding down on his large hard dick, and his hands working my tits. I was beginning to lose myself in the pleasure and electricity jolting up through my core.

And then he pulled away.

“What?” I gasped.

“We can’t do this.”

“I want you.” And I hadn’t truly realized it, but I did, and had for a while.

“But I’m nothing, and your father...”

“Fuck my father and his business. I don’t care who you were.”

He stared at me for another second, and then pulled my face in for another hard kiss. I wrapped my arms around him and shifted myself, straddling his hips, his hard cock pressing up against my thin shorts. I gasped as he took my hips and pressed me down, increasing the friction on my spot, grinding his cock against my soaked pussy.

I hadn’t felt like that before, wild and lost with desire and need. And as quickly as it started, he suddenly stood up, bringing me with him. I let out a surprised yelp as he easily took me into the air then put me back down to one side.

“We can’t,” he said again. “Not like this, at least.”

I blinked. “What do you mean?”

“I’ll come see you. Tonight, later.”

My mouth hung open, my breath coming in gasps. “Okay, later.”

He gave me one last look and then retreated quickly into the house.

That was it. He never showed up later that night, and I left for college the next day. We didn’t talk after that, but the intense electricity still lingered between us. Frankly, just remembering it got me a little wet.

And look at him now
, I thought. Biting my lip, I slipped my hand down my panties and began to slowly rub myself.
What the fuck am I doing?
I thought, but didn’t stop. I couldn’t help myself. I had gotten off a few times over the years to the thought of Colin, and that particular memory never failed to get me started.

I ran through the whole first encounter with him again, paying special attention to the way he kissed me, the way his hands grabbed my breasts and pushed my hips against his dick. I let out small moans, trying to be quiet. I was out in the open on the roof deck, but I knew nobody would be home, at least not for a little while.

Pleasure moved through me as I rubbed, and I realized how soaked through I was. The image of Colin in just a towel came back to me, and how it felt for him to press himself up against me in my room. I wanted all of that, wanted him to pull the towel away and let me take his thick cock in both of my hands. I wanted to slip it inside of me, slowly sink my hips down along his length as he guided me with his hands.

Or I could push his face down, down along my soaked core, and let his rough tongue roll along my folds as I rode his face. I wanted him to make me come, wanted it so badly. I kept rubbing myself, gasps becoming moans, and my muscles tensed. I pictured him fucking me in the bathroom, pressing me up against the cold tile as his stiff and rough dick pressed deep into me. I’d wanted him for so long, always wondered what it would have been like to take his dick hard.

I could see him in my mind’s eye above me, defined chest muscles wet with sweat as he thrust into me. He’d move slow at first, but quickly pick up pace, big dick filling me up. I’d grind my hips up against him and take every inch.

The thought of his body working on top of mine pushes me over the edge. I let out a loud gasp, my whole body stiff, as I came. Pleasure flooded through me and my mind went blank as my fingers worked quickly along my soaked clit, and I had a heavy, knee-shaking orgasm. The world became a swirl and nothing for half a minute as I slowly came down, catching my breath.

Panting, I pulled my hand from my soaked underwear.
What the fuck was that?
I thought to myself, looking around, dazed. I was floating on a post-orgasm cloud, but I couldn’t believe I had just gotten off in a semi-public place. Fortunately, nobody saw anything.

Then again, I realized, part of me wouldn’t have minded if Colin had walked out at that exact moment.

––––––––

I
woke up with a start. It took me half a second to realize that my phone buzzed in my lap, which is what pulled me out of my nap.
I fell asleep on the roof? I must have been pretty satisfied,
I thought, shaking my head, still a little groggy. The sun was beginning to get low in the sky, which meant I had slept for at least an hour or two.

I pulled my phone up and checked the message. It was from Colin, asking where I was. I typed back real quick, letting him know, and put the phone away.

What a bizarre day. It started with Vince texting me, and ended with me getting off to the thought of Colin. Vince, in the city, and Colin ... my mind trailed off, confused.

I needed to tell him the truth. I needed to tell him about the marriage, that stupid mistake.

I still didn’t understand why I went through with it. At first, I thought Vince had been kidding, with his adorable smile and his fake-looking ring. But after a second, I realized he was completely serious, and that fake-looking diamond was absolutely real, and absolutely fucking huge. It must have cost him a fortune. But that was the kind of man Vince was, and when he got an idea in his head, he ran with it. Nothing was going to stop him. One week later, we were in City Hall getting married by a Justice of the Peace, and I was officially Brenna Fabrizio. On paper, at least. Vince hadn’t gotten permission to marry from his family, which was why we had to hide the whole thing. The plan was to eventually win them over, then have a big ceremony.