Gael: The Callaghan Mafia Book 3 Page 4

  I grinned. “Who said anything about hurting you?”

  She drew in a shaking breath. “Gael, please—”

  I leveled her with a glare. “Upstairs. Now. Undressed. Go.”

  She nodded, but she didn’t stay anything. She simply brushed passed me and started up the stairs, stomping a little too hard. Something I could reprimand her for later. I sure as hell wasn’t going to tolerate anymore noise in this place than absolutely necessary. She should've been thanking me, anyway. Most men would’ve used her and discarded her in the fucking sewers. At least she didn’t have to worry about getting herself killed with me.

  Possibly.

  I cracked my neck and stretched my arms above my head. My gut already churned with delight. I listened as her soft footsteps padded around upstairs, and I gave her a few minutes to get herself ready. I reached down toward the tabletop. I shuffled around a few papers. I crunched some numbers in my mind before pulling out my phone and shooting off a message to Declan.

  Then, as I slipped my phone away, the brownstone fell silent once more.

  Perfection.

  I set my sights on my bedroom. I made my way up the stairs. The sound of silence greeted me, tugging a grin across my face. I pressed the cracked door open and saw a pair of legs come into view. And the more I opened the door, the more of her body I saw in the sunlight that streamed through the window.

  There she sat. The girl I’d had a crush on for years. Naked and ready for me.

  Good girl.

  Part of me was shocked she actually listened. But the other part of me knew she would, given enough time. Though, I wondered how far she’d listen before she started to fight back. I licked my lips at the idea. I enjoyed a bit of fight in my women. A bit of fire. The emptiness of her eyes was off-putting, though.

  Guess she doesn’t want me the way she used to.

  No matter. That didn’t bother me. I’d take what was rightfully mine after last night and be done with her. I didn’t have any qualms with the arrangement. I’d have her moved into the guest bedroom just off the kitchen where she slept last night. And when I finally returned back to Ireland where I rightfully belonged, she’d come with me. Because I knew I could make her life more comfortable than anything her father might’ve done for her. Or given her. Or allowed her to have.

  She’ll come to appreciate you in time.

  I gazed at her body. I let my eyes linger against her porcelain skin. Her auburn hair cascaded against her skin, barely covering her soft brown nipples. I noticed one of her breasts was slightly larger than the other. Mounds, instead of teardrops. The backs of her thighs had bits of cellulite as she sat cross-legged. Guarding her prize as much as she could. The little dimples on the backs of her legs called to my fingertips. Little places for my nails to sink against as I pulled her closer to my lips.

  Just the idea of tasting her was enough to stand my cock on end against my pants.

  Finally, after all these years, you’re mine.

  The slope of her waist had soft rolls fit for my palms. Her pink-painted nails threw me back to a time where I’d catch her on her porch as a little girl. Painting her fingernails and toes that same exact pale pink shade. While her nails were perfectly manicured now—with fake ones embedded on top and rounded off in a classic form—it was nice to know some things didn’t change.

  Though, the rest of her body had blossomed and flourished beautifully.

  “Gael?”

  My eyes slid up her body until they met hers.

  “Yes?”

  She swallowed hard. “Did I do something wrong?”

  I blinked. “No.”

  “Because you look angry with me.”

  I blinked again. “I’m not.”

  “Are you—”

  She swallowed the rest of her words down as I drew in a deep breath. She had courage. Gumption. I’d give her that.

  “Lay back,” I said.

  “What?”

  My eyes narrowed. “Lay. Back.”

  She nodded quickly before lying back against the bed. Her knees hooked against the edge of the bed as her feet dangled. Her beautifully-manicured feet. They looked soft. Even the heels of her feet glistened in the sunlight. Like the rest of her skin.

  I need to feel you, Colleen.

  I kicked my shoes off and slid them against the wall of the doorway. I unbuckled my belt as I walked up to her, watching her chest rise and fall quickly with her breathing. I slid the leather out from the belt loops of my pants. I folded it into a circle in my hand, softly touching the rich material against her stomach. She gasped at its touch. I slid it up her stomach, watching her muscles twitch. Watching her eyes fall closed. Watching as her thighs jumped for me.

  Her beauty was too much to bear.

  I strode for her and slipped my belt underneath the cuff of her knee. She gasped and looked up as I gripped both sides of the belt. I gritted my teeth as I folded her leg toward her. Her knee, hovering over her chest. Spreading that beautiful pussy for me. Her lower lip quivered as I slid the belt around her neck. I locked it, the belt buckle sitting tactfully against her shoulder. A loop of leather, holding her leg to her chest as it cradled itself against the nape of her neck.

  Holding her open for me to behold.

  She sighed as I backed up. Her pussy jumped for me. The flaps of her beautiful entrance were red. Softly twinkling. Dew-misted and ready for the taking. They weren’t gray and beaten, like so many of the other women that graced my past. Oh, no. Hers was ripe. Red. Flushed, and ready for me to have at my leisure.

  And oh, how I would enjoy it.

  She whimpered as I unbuckled my pants. The tension of the belt against her neck kept her head up, and I watched her eyes dance over me. I dropped my pants to the floor, wasting no time in pulling my cock out. I stroked it, lubing it up with the precum that had already painted itself along the inside of my boxers.

  I enjoyed the way she stared at me.

  With my shirt and my vest still tight against my torso, I walked up to her. I kicked her other leg off to the side before my cock fell against her wet lips. She gasped as I tapped it against her. I slid the tip of my dick up and down her slit. She whimpered softly. A sound I hoped to turn into guttural groans by the time I was done filling her up.

  “So lovely,” I murmured.

  I traced her pulsing clit with my girth. I felt her jump every time I rushed over that tingling peak. My eyes roamed up her body. Watching her skin flush and her nipples pucker for my viewing pleasure. Another time. I’d explore her body when I had the hours in my world to do so. But for now, I’d settle for the tightness of her walls. The untouched vicinity of her vagina. The one thing I had paid more for than her company. Or her glances. Or her scent. Or her time.

  I settled my cock at her entrance as her eyes widened.

  “Breathe for me, yes?” I asked.

  And as she drew in a deep breath, I sank into her quickly.

  “Oh, my God!” she exclaimed.

  I met her cries with a growl as her pussy swallowed me whole. I felt her pop, her walls attempting to push me out as her leg struggled against the leather. My hands fell to her stomach. They slid up her body until I massaged her tits. Tugged at her peaks. Felt the warmth of her soft skin against my rugged palms. I ravished her excess. She wiggled around, trying to get comfortable as my cock grew thicker. Spreading her as soft streaks of white and pink decorated the ridges of my girth.

  Then, her body calmed itself down.

  “There we go. There’s a good girl,” I said.

  My hands gripped her hips and I pulled her close to me. I sank myself deep inside her body, feeling her pulse skyrocket through the walls of her wetness. I groaned as I slowly pulled back out, watching how she released me. Before I pushed back in and watched how her body took me perfectly. How her pussy molded itself to me. How her back arched and her whimpers of pain turned into moans of pleasure.

  “Oh,” she said with a shiver.

  I pressed my thumb ag
ainst her clit and watched her eyes widen. I thrusted my hips, swiveling them as I grazed against that pebbled spot inside her. I watched her eyes roll back. I watched her skin flush. And as her tits puckered tighter, I pumped faster. Fucking her. Owning her. Making her mine. Until my bed scratched against the floor and my thumb swirled quickly around her swelling clit.

  “Oh, my—yes. Oh. I can’t—it—Gael, please.”

  “Please, what?”

  Her jaw unhinged and an unearthly groan pierced the room.

  “I said, please what, Colleen?”

  I smacked the inside of her thigh and she yelped.

  “Let me come. Let me come. Please, Gael. I’m—I’m so close. It’s—”

  My thumb resumed its ministrations. “You may. Thank you for asking.”

  “Oh, shit!”

  I pumped hard against her as her back arched. Her toes flexed and her walls collapsed around me as my thumb pressed deep against her aching mound. She ground against me. Her hands fisted the sheets as I continued to fuck her through her pleasure. Sliding against her walls that massaged every crevice my cock had for her. Fucking hell, I’d never been so hard in my life. Never had I ever had the pleasure of owning someone right from the beginning. Taking their virginity and forever molding them into the pleasure-seeker I wanted.

  You’ll be mine in so many ways you won’t even remember your last name.

  I grunted with every thrust. Skin slapping skin echoed off the corners of my mind as her body finally collapsed. She groaned for me, her tits bouncing as she lost control of her, well, control. My hands slid up her body. I massaged her breasts again. I hovered over her, burying myself deep as I licked my lips.

  “Squeeze that cock. Do it. Beg for me to fill you.”

  “Please, Gael.”

  “Again.”

  “I want you to fill me up. I want you to mark me.”

  I gripped her cheeks. “How badly?”

  Her eyes found mine. “More than anything I’ve ever wanted.”

  “Fuck.”

  I lost myself in her words. In her eyes. In the feel of her body. My hands planted against the mattress as my legs locked out, my cock pulsating with release. My balls pulled up. Her juices dripped down my skin. And as thread after thread of unending come shot from my tip, my head bowed to her.

  Because I’d never had an orgasm that strong before.

  “Shit,” I hissed.

  “My God,” she whispered.

  I slowly pulled out from between her legs and forced myself to stand. Forced myself upright. Forced myself to hold my head high as I gazed upon her ruined body.

  Which was anything but ruined.

  “Take a shower,” I said.

  She sighed. “What?”

  I helped her slip her leg out of the leather harness I created with my belt before helping her upright on the edge of my bed.

  “Use my bathroom and take a shower. Clean yourself up. Find something to wear, I don’t care what. Then, find me downstairs.”

  She blinked. “But your clothes. They’re—”

  I slipped my belt from around her neck. “Do as I ask, Miss Colleen.”

  And as I gathered my things up off the floor, I made my way back downstairs. Keeping my lifeless legs as strong as I could until I was out of her sight. Until I was out of everyone’s sight.

  Then, I collapsed against the bottom step. Panting for air as the room continued to tilt around me.

  What a fucking rush.

  6

  Colleen

  I watched him. I waited for him to leave the room as he shut the door behind him. I listened as his footsteps ventured back down the stairs. Steady. Light. Barely there as he moved further away from me. Until a soft thud followed by silence rose me from my seated position.

  Did I open the door?

  Did I check on him?

  Did I defy his command?

  Better not.

  In the dead of silence, the only thing I heard was the rushing of blood through my ears. I forced myself into his bathroom and I gazed around at the embellishments. The marble bathroom countertop. The claw-footed tub underneath a waterfall showerhead. A curtain that spun all the way around it, as well as a door that didn’t seem to lead anywhere.

  Until I opened it.

  “Wow,” I whispered.

  The man had a sauna in his ensuite bathroom.

  Part of me wanted to try it out. Maybe instead of a shower, I could have a nice sit-down. But I decided against it. I walked over to the tub and struck up the shower, tweaking the water until it was the temperature I wished for. Not too hot, but not too cold. Enough to relax my muscles and cleanse my body of what had just happened.

  What did just happen?

  I had the best orgasm of my life, that was what.

  I mean, not that I was an orgasm connoisseur or anything like that. But I’d had a few over the course of my life. Self-imposed, sure. I’d had them, though. However, what I just experienced with Gael was far and beyond what I figured might happen. I mean, the way he knew exactly how to fold my body. How to stroke me. Where to touch and how to circle and what to say.

  It was like one of my teenage dreams, really.

  I washed myself down in the shower, trying not to take too long. I let the reality of my situation sink in as I conditioned my hair with as little as I could muster. I didn’t want to take advantage, after all. Even in my desolate circumstances, there was some good in all this.

  If I belonged to Gael, I didn’t have to get back up on that stage.

  Which meant I had a chance to carve out a better life for myself.

  Without my father—or his wrath—involved.

  Unless Gael plans to use you for retribution.

  I shoved the thought away as I turned off the water. I searched around for a towel before finding one in the linen closet off in the corner. I wrapped myself up and padded back into the bedroom, going in search of some clothes. I didn’t want to wear anything hung up. Anything too nice. Because I certainly didn’t want to ruin any expensive fabrics.

  So, I went rummaging through Gael’s dresser.

  “I need clothes of my own,” I murmured.

  I didn’t feel comfortable enough wearing his boxers. That seemed much too intimate for a situation that could possibly get me killed. So, I opted to slide back into my panties before pulling a sweatshirt over my head. It didn’t swallow me whole, but it was loose. It came down just past my ass cheeks, and I wondered if it was too salacious. I was used to clothes that covered me. Not that stupid ass dress I had on the other night. And certainly, not this sweatshirt alone.

  But when I went to search for some sweatpants, I couldn't find any.

  Figures.

  I cut my losses and looked for a pair of socks. The hardwood floors in this place were freezing, and I needed something to cover my feet. Something that wasn’t a pair of heels. After pulling a pair of socks up my calves, I ran my fingers through my hair. Trying to get out the knots as I headed downstairs.

  It didn’t shock me to find Gael hunched over the kitchen table again.

  I walked back over to the coffee maker as my eyes lingered over his body. He was fully clothed again. His pants and his belt, exactly where they should be. His hair was disheveled, though. And it threw me back to our moment we shared together.

  The passion.

  The fury.

  The pain that morphed into pleasure…

  “Stop staring and get what you need. I’m busy.”

  Why does he always have to ruin the moment?

  Still, after all these years, I finally got a chance to be with the boy I loved as a little girl. Maybe not in the way I dreamt of in high school, but beggars couldn't be choosers. I was lucky, really. I was lucky that Gael bought me. That Gael set his sights on me last night. For all I knew, I would’ve been dead by morning had someone else sank their claws into me.

  “Don’t make me ask again.”

  His growling voice snapped me out of my trance and
I quickly turned toward the coffee maker. I made myself a mug before deciding to make him one as well, and I carried the two over to the table. I figured the two of us could use some black coffee to wake us up. Something strong. A bit bitter. With a bite to perk us both back up. But when I sat down next to Gael, I was distracted by what was in front of him.

  He was no longer pouring over file folders of papers.

  He was scribbling something down in a singular notebook.

  “Coffee?” I asked.

  I sat next to him as his head nodded.

  “Sure.”

  I set the mug down. “I didn’t put anything in it. Is that okay?”

  “Sugar’s fine. Two scoops.”

  I paused. “Sure thing.”

  I set my mug down and went to retrieve everything I needed. I mean, if he was going to make me put sugar in his, I might as well put cream in my own. I made up our coffees before sitting down, and not once did Gael look over at me. I wondered if I was bothering him. I wondered what he was writing down, too. His handwriting was pure chicken scratch, and even if I hovered over his shoulder, I still wasn’t sure I’d be able to read it.

  “Whatcha writing?”

  He reached for his coffee. “Things I need to remember.”

  “Like what?”

  He pulled his coffee closer to him. “Nothing you need to be concerned about. I’ve got it handled.”

  “I never said you didn’t.”

  “It was implied.”

  I snickered. “Not really.”

  I waited for him to make conversation. Surely, after what happened between the two of us, there was some conversation to be had. I mean, I wanted to talk. He’d just taken a part of me I’d never be able to give him again. Or anyone else, for that matter. I wanted to talk. I needed to talk.

  I just didn’t want to get myself hurt in the process.

  “Gael?”

  “Hm?”

  “Did that matter to you?”

  “Did what matter?”

  “What we just did. In your bedroom. Did it matter?”

  His pen stopped moving. “Did you want it to matter?”

  I shrugged. “It already does matter. I’m just wondering if it mattered to you.”