Beware of Me

by Brooks Limits

  Seven hours into the flight, I just gave up trying to sleep. I would try to stay away as long as possible. I wouldn't be used to the time difference anyways. We were going to land at midnight London time so I could sleep at the hotel.

  Gunner stirred awake next to me. “Have you been able to fall asleep?”

  “Nah. I'll sleep when we get there.”

  I assumed he was going to go right back to sleep but he sat up further and took the blanket off him. “Do you want to do something?”

  I arched my eyebrow at him. He had never wanted to spend time with me before. “What do you have in mind?” I asked.

  “I brought a deck of cards.”

  “Know any good games?”

  Gunner bent down and burrowed into his backpack. “I know go fish,” he replied, producing a red deck of playing cards.

  I flipped down my tray table and Gunner began to shuffle the deck. “Do you know how to play?”

  “Go fish? Doesn't everybody? “Just deal the cards so I can whoop your ass.”

  Gunner shrugged. “You never know.” He passed me a few cards.

  I looked at them close to my chest. “Have any 3's?”

  “Go fish,” Gunner replied with a grin.

  I drew a card and put it in my hand. “So what's this Yorkshire family like?” I asked.

  “I have no idea,” Gunner said. “My father didn't know much about his family so I never really learned anything. I'm pretty much in the same boat as you are”

  “Well one of us is about to become filthy rich.”

  “Correction. We all are about to become filthy rich. Have any Jacks?” he asked.

  “Go fish.”

  Chapter Three

  I couldn't believe how reasonable Gunner was being. The plane ride might've been the most we had talked to each other without fighting.

  There was still the quip here or there but nothing significant. Maybe we were both finally acting like adults.

  By the time we jumped into a cab, I was too exhausted to look at the sights as we entered London. My eyes could barely stay open and whenever I closed them, my mind wouldn't shut off.

  I was stuck in a zombie state.

  “We're here, Jax,” a voice said.

  My eyes shot open and my head was resting against the glass window of the taxi. A little bit of drool had collected at the corner of my lips.

  I wiped my mouth and exited the cab. I had fallen asleep but it didn't feel like I got any rest. “How long was I out for?” I asked.

  “Only a couple minutes,” my mom replied, getting our bags out of the trunk.

  “I'll get Jax's,” Gunner said, taking my suitcase from my mom. I wanted to thank him but I could barely think straight.

  The rest of the way to our room was one big blur. Gunner helped me into the room and in slow motion, I face-planted right onto the bed. There was no use taking my clothes off and getting under the covers. There was no way I was going to do anything else tonight.

  Sweet sleep finally rescued me.

  –

  “Jax, it's time to get up.”

  I woke up in flash, my face plastered to the white pillow. Sunlight shone through the curtains and the London Eye dominated the view.

  I turned my head and my neck cracked. I realized that I was under the covers and shirtless. The only thing I had on was a pair of white boxer briefs.

  Confusion set in.

  I looked up to see Gunner standing above me. “What happened?” I asked.

  “You passed out last night,” he replied. Gunner got up and began working a tie around his neck.

  “What are you doing in my room?”

  “You mean our room.”

  I sat up in bed and looked over the room. There was only one bed. “You slept here last night.”

  Gunner looked at my reflection in the mirror. “You don't have to worry. I slept on the couch. I was the perfect gentleman.”

  My blood pressure began to settle. “I'm sorry. It's just that the flight was rough and I was so exhausted. Why are we in the same room anyways?”

  “We couldn't get three hotel rooms at the last minute.”

  That made perfect sense. I rubbed my eyes. “I'm still so tired.”

  “You better get dressed or you won't be ready in time. We have the big meeting in an hour.”

  I slipped out of the covers. “Did you take off my clothes?”

  “That would be your mom. I was perfectly fine with leaving you in the state you were in.”

  I stumbled into the bathroom and hissed at the sight of me. Giant bags hung below my eyes. There was no time for a shower. I splashed water on my face and got to work. It would take a miracle to get myself ready in time for this royal meeting.

  With fifteen minutes to spare, I finally left the bathroom and found a black suit draped over a chair. A note was pinned on it.

  Couldn't let you go to meeting with what you packed in your suitcase. Meet us in the lobby when you're ready.

  -Gunner

  I crumpled up the note in my fist. Gunner could be such a bastard sometimes. But he was right. I didn't bring anything that could be considered formal. There wasn't even time to think about that.

  Yet Gunner had already figured it all out.

  I looked over the suit and smiled. I was amazed at how good I looked. It was almost like it was tailored specifically for me. This was one expensive suit. The material was so luxurious.

  I hurried downstairs and found Gunner and my mom near the bottom. My mom was wearing a white gown that made her look twenty years younger.

  I'd never seen Gunner so dressed up before. I started to see him a different light than before. Something stirred inside me that I didn't know how to address.

  “You look handsome,” Gunner said.

  “We all look like we're playing the part now. Shall we get this over with.”

  A black stretch limo was waiting outside for us.

  Chapter Four

  We arrived at the estate and stopped before a large ornate gate. The two sides separated and moved inwards to let us in. The driver went down a small road through the most beautiful gardens and fountains.

  “Is all this yours?” I asked Gunner.

  “It used to be my family's. But not anymore. Another family bought the property a long time ago. The Yorkshires haven't had a heir for a long time so some assets were broken up.

  “But the money left over by his descendants is still intact,” my mom chimed in.

  The limousine stopped before a grand palace with green shrubbery at the base and hundreds of windows with intricate lacing.

  “So we can't live here is what you're saying?” I asked, stepping out of the limo in awe.

  “Only in your dreams,” Gunner replied.

  The palace was a maze of corridors and rooms. A butler showed us into a large waiting room with paintings the size of some houses. The furniture all looked hundreds of years old and none of us wanted to risk ruining it.

  A man with small glasses and gray hair entered. “You must be Gunner,” he said, outstretching his hand.

  Gunner shook his hand. “Yes, sir.”

  “My name is Peppercorn. My family bought this estate less than hundred years ago and inherited the trust fund with it. If a heir wasn't found within one hundred years, the money would pass on to us. Imagine my surprise when my lawyer notified me of you. He explained that you didn't even know of your heritage until a couple days ago.”

  “That would be correct,” Gunner replied.

  “Please, everyone have a seat. I'll have my lawyers look over Gunner's identification to make sure everything is correct. Then we can sign some papers and wire the money over to an account of your choice.”

  Gunner handed Peppercorn a folder of papers and the old man left us alone.

  I sat down on the posh chair closest to me. “This place is incredible,” I said.

  My mom was about to reply when a butler entered the room and set down a tray of tea and cookies. “Enjoy,”
he said.

  My mom jumped at the tea and I fought for the cookies. I hadn't eaten anything since the meal on the flight.

  I sat back in the chair and enjoyed the plain sugar cookies. They were surprisingly good and the tray was empty in minutes.

  Peppercorn returned. “Everything checks out.” He set down a piece of paper on a desk that looked like it was used for signings of declarations or treaties. “If you would please write down your account number and then sign here.”

  My mom handed Gunner a slip of paper that had the account number on it. Gunner took the pen, wrote down the numbers and then signed his name.

  “There we have it,” Peppercorn said. “You are now Prince Yorkshire. Congratulations.”

  “Thank you very much.”

  “My lawyer will have the money transferred immediately. You can verify it by phone. My driver will take you all back to your hotel.”

  We sat in silence in the limo as we drove through the streets of London. I still didn't know how much money we were worth now, but judging by Gunner's blank face, it was more than anyone could ever spend in a thousand lifetimes.

  We returned to the hotel and stood in the lobby. “What do we do now?” I asked.

  My mom looked like she was about to cry. This really was a life-changing day. “Our flight is not until tomorrow morning so we have the night to celebrate. I say we go out to the most expensive dinner ever. Load up on so much food that we need to be rolled back to our rooms.”

  My stomach definitely agreed with that.

  “And we're already dressed,” Gunner added.

  “I need to go back to my room and freshen up first,” my mom said. “Can we meet back here in an hour.”

  “I desperately need to take a shower,” I said. “Can we make it two hours?”

  “Well it's only 2:00 PM London time so that should be fine. Better eat a snack from the minibar to hold yourself over. Money is no object anymore so go crazy.”

  “That sounds like a divine idea,” I said, already imagining the types of candy and booze I could consume.

  Gunner and I returned back to the room. “How does it feel to be a real-life prince now?” I asked.

  “Feels like a million bucks,” Gunner replied, laughing. He turned back to serious. “Thank you for coming with me.”

  I brushed it off. “That was nothing. I would've come even if you weren't receiving a fortune. I'll be there if you ever need me.”

  “That's what I like about you,” he said.

  An awkward moment passed between us. I didn't know what else to say.

  “I'm going to go take a shower now.” And I escaped into the bathroom.

  Chapter Five

  I shut the door and looked at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were red as blood from being so flushed. My heart was racing. What was going on with me?

  I turned on the shower and let the steam fill the room. The mirror fogged up and I undressed. I slipped under the hot water and let it relax my muscles.

  My life was about the change in so many ways. Would I ever have to work again? Should I even finish college?

  There were a lot of questions that needed to be answered. But first I wanted to enjoy myself. I was in a foreign country with all the money in the world. Time to live it up.

  The shower door opened and Gunner jumped in. He was completely naked.

  My heart flew out of my throat. “What are you doing in here!”

  I didn't even need to ask the question. I knew why he was here. And I wanted it just as much as he did.

  The water ran down Gunner's perfectly combed hair. He didn't move and just stared at me with desire in his eyes.

  I hadn't seen him shirtless in ages and apparently I was missing out.

  Gunner was cut from stone. His chest, arms, and abs were abnormally defined. Did real people even look like that? I thought only Photoshop could achieve perfection like this.

  Gunner reached out with his hand and grabbed mine. A shiver ran up my spine. The hairs on the back of my neck raised up. He pulled me into his arms and our nude bodies pressed against each other.

  His throbbing member was pinned against my stomach. I couldn't control my breathing. I'd never felt this level of excitement before. Gunner put his finger on my chin and lifted my head until our eyes connected.

  He told me all he needed to say through one look.

  The past was dead and our time was finally here.

  His mouth met mine and fireworks went off. His hand wrapped around my waist and brought me closer. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations. Gunner's lips were gentle yet firm. His tongue danced with mine.

  I had to break away just to catch my breath.

  That kiss would rank in the top ten kisses ever. Nothing could ever compare.

  “I've been wanting to do that for a long time,” Gunner said.

  “I wish you had done it sooner.”

  Gunner let out a chuckle. “If I knew it was going to be that good, I would have.”

  “Then we better make up for lost time.”

  Gunner took my hands and raised them above my head. He pushed me up against the green tiled wall that was cold to the touch. He held my arms up with one hand while the other hand wandered down my chest and past my abs.

  Gunner kissed me. His fingers moved against my shaft and a rush of ecstasy washed over me. He grasped me hard and pulled.

  He closed his eyes. “You're so hard for me.”

  I couldn't help myself. I leaned in and kissed him.

  Gunner was done teasing me now. He was uncontrollable. He spun me around until I faced away from him. His fingers raked down my back as the water rushed against me. Gunner came down to my ass and slapped my cheeks hard.

  I screamed out in pain.

  “Do you like that?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I gasped out.

  Gunner jiggled my toned ass before slapping me again and again. Each hit brought a crazy mix of pain and ecstasy. I couldn't tell the two apart anymore.

  All of the sudden, Gunner plunged his gigantic cock into my tight ass. We both groaned as he pushed further and further inside me. My tight hole expanded to accommodate the massive size.

  “You feel so fucking good,” I yelled.

  Gunner gripped my love handles and began to thrust slowly at first. He started to pick up speed as he found his rhythm. His body crashed into mine, drilling his super thick cock so deep.

  My breathing quickened. I flexed my legs and found my release, coming hard.

  “Yeah, baby. Come for me,” he moaned.

  The pleasure subsided just enough for me to become conscious again.

  Gunner held onto the back of my neck, forcing me into the wall. His hips rocked back and forth, my ass pounding against him.

  “You better get ready again because I'm going to fill you to the brim,” Gunner said.

  Chapter Six

  I thought I was prepared for what was next.

  But nothing could prepare me for the onslaught of orgasms.

  “Come inside me, my prince,” I yelled.

  Calling Gunner that word invigorated him. His nails broke my skin and he fucked me so hard that I thought I was going to break into a million pieces.

  He groaned and a warm flood of come sprayed into me. I came at the same time, screaming his name over and over again. Gunner buried his seed deep within me. Our bodies became one under the shower.

  I thought it was all over but my body wasn't done yet. Even if Gunner was.

  He stayed inside me, slowly becoming soft. Another orgasm hit me like a freight train. My body was riddled with spasms. I could barely get a breath in. My eyes rolled into the back of my head.

  Gunner slipped out of me and the void was immense. I needed to be filled again.

  “God damn, you're fucking sexy, Jax,” Gunner said.

  I inhaled deeply, trying to regain some oxygen. “I don't know what happened. I've never come that many times before. I couldn't control myself.”

 
“I didn't know I could have that effect on a man.” Gunner sat down on the shower floor and gathered me in his arms. “I want to make you feel that way every day.”