Claiming Red: The O'Connell Family

by C. M. Steele

  Claiming Red

  The O’Connell Family

  Copyright © 2015

  C.M. Steele

  Copyright © 2015 C.M. Steele

  All Rights Reserved.

  Chapter 1: Rick

  Chapter 2: Samantha

  Chapter 3: Rick

  Chapter 4: Samantha

  Chapter 5: Rick

  Chapter 6: Travis

  Chapter 7: Rick

  Chapter 8: Samantha

  Chapter 9: Rick

  Chapter 10: Samantha

  Chapter 11: Rick

  Chapter 12: Rick

  Chapter 13: Rick

  Chapter 14: Samantha

  Epilogue:

  Chapter 1: Rick

  “Hi Rick! What a surprise to see you here today. Are you here for the cut or here to see the boss lady?” I ran my fingers through my hair.

  “Okay handsome, take a seat and Claire will be with you shortly.” The overly flamboyant receptionist Tad gleefully said as he eyed me like his next meal. Tad had told my sister several times how what a fine specimen of man I was. The best was when he asked me, if I would ever consider switching sides. With the women trouble I have been having lately that didn’t seem like a bad idea. What the fuck am I saying, I haven’t given up on women entirely; I just need a fucking break from scandalous bitches I have been dealing with. They say men are dogs, some of these women put us men to shame.

  “Thanks Tad, Is there a long wait? I am here a day early, but I have to go out of town tomorrow.” I looked toward Claire and waved. When I turned to Tad, he was smiling at me provocatively.

  “My sister would murder me if I got it cut by someone else.” I wasn’t kidding, this was her baby and she was doing great. She would cut me with her shears, if I went to someone else. I wouldn’t of course, she was my sister. and besides she was a genius with the scissors.

  “That’s for sure. I know my heart would be broken if I didn’t get my fill every two weeks.” I shook my head at him; the man never quit.

  “Are you ever going to give it up?”

  “Are you?”

  “No, you are never going to get it. I don’t swing that way.”

  Uh oh, I just started his ass off on his usual rant. “How do you know unless you try it?”

  “It’s not going to work. No matter how much these women piss me off, they still get me off. Nice try, so will it be a long wait?” With Tad you had to reel him back in, I swear the boy had trouble concentrating on anything for more than a few minutes, unless it was some poor guy’s ass.

  “It’s a little busy and she has one client before you.” Depending on how long it will take, I might have to go get my computer from the car. Maybe I can get some work done. Everyone who knew me, knew that I hated wasting time.

  “Hey handsome! What are you doing here? Today is Wednesday, right?” Claire said as she walked up to me and gave me a big hug. The shock of bright red in my sister’s black hair was different than last month and truthfully it was pretty cool. I am the close-cut, clean-shaven type of guy, but I appreciated my sister’s uniqueness.

  I loved my baby sister. She was the most laid back, hard worker I had ever seen. We came from a very wealthy family, but it didn’t stop her from making something of herself when all my parents wanted to do was spoil her rotten. I was a man, spoiling me was not an option for them. I would have a family one day and I needed to be able to care for them. Just like my father, I thought the wife shouldn’t work and one day in the distant future that would be my wife’s occupation; housewife and mother.

  “Yes, but I am going out of town tomorrow.” I hated these business trips, when a client wanted to meet you on their turf it was meant to unsettle you, but I have been doing this since I cut teeth. Making deals is in my blood. My dad taught me how to be the best. With the stigma of our family name being the best and legal was necessary.

  I ought to fire that idiot assistant of mine. She scheduled my departure on my usual day here, at the salon. Now, I am going to have to sit down and wait. I could be downright petulant; patience was not a virtue I possessed.

  “Oh bro, I am so sorry. I’m really busy. My next client just walked in and they are looking at cuts and colors to choose. It’s going to be awhile.” She tilted her head to an old striking woman and from what I could see the woman’s son. It shouldn’t take that long. Wait, she said color. These teenagers and getting their hair dyed. I decided to wait. After I walked back to the car to get my laptop, I took a seat in her cozy ass chairs; they make waiting bearable. She always jokes that she got them for me and her more impatient clients, but I know it was true.

  Something caused me to turn to the two ahead of me, just then the older woman said, “Samantha, you are never going to find a man dressed like a boy.” Samantha? What I had assumed was a boy was most definitely not. She lifted her head, and all thought left my brain as the blood went south, leaving no room for thinking straight. The boy sure the hell wasn’t a boy at all; even though her clothes said otherwise. She was wearing, a baseball cap, jeans, a plain white tee-shirt under a cotton grey zip up hoodie, and sneakers and I was captivated as if she was dressed for the red carpet.

  Her eyes sparkled in anger, a vibrant green before she turned to the woman who had been scolding her, and angrily hissed, “Mother, I don’t need to find a boyfriend. Shouldn’t you be worrying about me getting an education instead of getting married and knocked up?”

  She stood up, walked to the coffee table, and slammed the book down with force. As the magazine hit the wooden surface, I felt like got sucker punched in the gut. My cock was jumping in my pants, begging to go out and play like a dog on a nice day.

  I have to say being dressed like a boy wasn’t hurting her chances with the guys. Even with her tomboyish look she had gotten me fucking hard as a rock. I was ready to carry her out over my shoulder and to my house. Her clothes did little to conceal the figure she had underneath. Now I could see the Auburn ponytail pulled through her cap. I knew I had made the right decision to wait. I wanted to watch as she removed the hat and revealed that red hair; which had the promise to be full and beautiful.

  Embarrassed by her outburst, she looked around to see if anyone noticed her behavior. My staring had caught her attention. Seriously, she had the most beautiful eyes, set on her flawless and fair skinned face. She is probably a natural red head. I have never dated a natural red head, and now looking at this beauty, I was wondering why the fuck not. She looked at me, stunned at first, but when I hadn’t stopped staring she looked as if to ask what my problem was. I will tell her sexy ass what my problem was, it was her fine ass. She and her gorgeous face and body were calling to me in a way I never expected. Here I was just swearing off women. Nix that, I wasn’t going to let my pessimistic attitude rise, with perfection standing right there.

  I had continued to stare and was only taken out of my horny daze by the next comment out of the mother’s mouth, “You have a date tomorrow. You need to impress him, he is wealthy and you know your father’s habits have gotten expensive. You have the body made for sin and you choose to dress like a slob. Really, you need to tie yourself down to a wealthy guy. I have many choices of men for you. You need to leave that Brady guy alone, he is poor.” Wow this woman was something else, she must be giving the women I’ve dated lessons. She was a gold-digging whore.

  “Mother, I can’t believe the things that come out of your mouth. You are mental. Do you think that he is going to meet me and fall madly in love with me and offer to fix all of you and dad’s fuck ups? No because that shit is ridiculous. By the way, Brady is my friend.”

  “Young lady, you will do as you are told. I want you to marry a man with money not t
hat lowlife friend of yours, no matter how hot the boy is. Don’t lie to me, and tell me that you too haven’t been sleeping together. What would a thirty-two year old want with a teenager, other than a nice lay?”

  “Mother you are such a judgmental…oooh woman, you are something else. I hate…” It was then that I decided to intervene. I couldn’t have my woman about to say what I thought was going to be said. My dad taught me a lot about family and respect for your parents. I walked up to my woman and her mother. This woman was a bitch, but I will let Red take her anger out on me instead. I liked her fiery attitude anyway.

  “Excuse me ladies, could you quit the bickering and decide on a color or something already; I got shit to do and I am after you.” The little redhead firebrand wanted to gut me if she could. Those expressive eyes said it all and more. They said I would be a dead man, if I said another word. Too bad I liked a challenge, bring it on Red.

  “Don’t get your panties in a twist, asshole. I am done here, so you can get your cut and wax, you preppy metrosexual ass.”

  Fuck me, I am going to fucking spank her little ass. Whether it is before or after I bury myself in her heat depends on whether or not she learns to shut her fucking mouth. Metrosexual ass, did she have to use sexual and ass in the same sentence. I had been fighting an erection this whole time.

  I walked up to her only inches from her face and whispered, “Red, watch your mouth.”

  “Why? You’re watching it enough for the both of us. I don’t know where you get off tell me what to do, but it is best that you stop it.”

  Red, was a piece of work, all attitude and all woman. It was going to be fun trying to tame her.

  I watched the blush cover her face when I said, for her ears only, “Oh I plan to get off, and you better be ready too.”

  Chapter 2: Samantha

  Wow, how fucking stupid am I? Or am I just a glutton for punishment. This bitch had to be out of her fucking mind. She was trying to pawn me off; my pussy and freedom up to the richest bidder. I knew that she was full of shit just saying she wanted to spend a day doing girly shit with me.

  Lying bitch, she set me up on a date with some rich politician. So in other words, I have a date with a sleazy old man. Well he really wasn’t old. I saw a picture of him online. The man was handsome and according to his information he was thirty-five.

  This was the second time in the last year, or so that she had pulled this type of stunt. The first time I fell for her ploy. I thought it was a son of one of their friends, someone in my age group at least, but I was sadly played. Just as I got down the stairs for my date, I heard my mother tell him, “Don’t worry she needs to be trained, but she is worth the money.” All I could see was the back of his head which was covered in grey. Did she really think I would go out with a grandpa? Where was my father in all this? Weren’t fathers’ supposed to protect their daughters from the male species? He had agreed to the date, knowing full well that I was being set up with an old man. All I remember hearing him say was, “She’d better be worth what I paid you.” My stomach had did somersaults and I wanted to puke.

  After that, I ran away from home and I moved in with my new best friend Brady. Brady and I had met while I was working at the mall. He was a lot older than me, but we really got along and he was the only one I could turn to when that had happened. He never tried to make a play on me, which was a nice change for me.

  About two weeks ago I made a boneheaded move, and called my parents. All of my friends were looking for extra tickets for graduation and I had four extras. I thought maybe they would want to be there for my big day, but I called and they told me that they were busy. Brady was the only one there for me as he has been for the last two years. I let my disappointment get to me, again.

  Last week she called and wanted to make it up to me. She had this plan for us to come and get dolled up. I don’t know if it was out of loneliness, or from wanting my mother’s love, but something made me say yes. Now I am here making a fool of myself. Throwing a fit in the town that has been my home for the past four years, in a place I have never been to, and with my behavior will never be again. Thankfully, my tantrum was not that loud. I looked around to see who, if anyone, had noticed.

  The only one who happened to see my little shitfit, happened to be the most sophisticated looking motherfucker in the room. He had to be the most attractive human being alive and he saw my whole damn outburst and looked like he was waiting to see what the next round of crazy was going to bring.

  He was a beautiful giant. I think somewhere like six foot two or more; it’s hard to tell because I am only five four. Gorgeous was an understatement for this being. His face was all man, hell, every piece of him said all man. Handsome, my name for him, wore a gray pinstriped suit that matched the color of his eyes. Under the suit was a baby blue shirt and gray silk tie. The shoulders on this man were huge. He didn’t look like he sat behind a desk all day; he looked like an undercover bodybuilder. I was nearly salivating and had to pick up my tongue off the floor. Really attractive, Sam, not that he would notice me, like that, anyway.

  Ever since my mother started parading me in front of men, the feminine in me made a slow exit. Now four years later, I was dressed like I had a bad case of ‘leave me the fuck alone’ syndrome mixed with a dose of ‘I don’t give a shit what I look like’. I had been fascinated by the suit and felt like a mere pauper in his presence. If only I had gotten the makeover before I seen the man-god. I knew that when I dressed like a girl, I was considered really hot. I had big boobs, a small waist, and with a mother like her, all the reason to cover it up.

  To make matters worse, the cocky SOB has the nerve to tell me to hurry up. He was staring at me like I was some freak show, but eyes hadn’t left my face. The bossy gorgeous ass had the nerve to get close to me. When he whispered in my ear, I could feel the tingling in places that hadn’t tingled ever; I couldn’t stand there and not feel my panties moisten. I looked up to see the vulture that spawned me observing the scene. I could see the cogs working in her head and the dollar signs in her eyes. Time to distract the she-devil.

  “Listen stud, I don’t have time for this. I have a date tomorrow that I need to get all sexy for. So hold your horses and wait your turn.”

  I turned to the funky fresh stylist who was supposed to do both our hair, smiled sweetly and tore off my hat. I pulled my ponytail out shaking it out, and said, “I am ready. I want you to cut it all off.”

  All three mouths opened wide in shock. His eyes turned into slits, glaring at me, as though I had said something to offend his pretentious ass.

  “Claire, if you cut her hair, I will kick your ass.” Then the pompous ass turned to me, and growled. I can’t believe the grumpy hunk growled at me before giving me more orders. “Red, you are not cutting your hair off. If you add a drop of color to those beautiful locks, I will spank your little ass.” My panties were now dripping and I was doing everything I could to not rub my thighs together to release the ache. The fucking prick’s words had made a bee line straight to my cooch. Every word, demanding, condescending or not had me excited. I wasn’t sure if I should poke the bear or walk away.

  “Hey dude, you don’t even know me, so stay the fuck out of my personal business.” I am pretty bullheaded, I guess, but I just couldn’t help it. Maybe it’s a trait I inherited from the mother of the year.

  My phone was buzzing with my latest text from Brady. I paused whatever he was going to say next, with my hand. I am sure that pissed him off more, but I was reading the message. Brady knew the banshee would be driving me batty by now. So I texted him back letting him know that I was behaving. I laughed after I read his response: Liar, make sure you dump bleach in her dye.

  Mr. ‘Stick up his ass’ was staring at me like I killed his dog or something. Shit, this fuck doesn’t think laughing is acceptable, either. Well fuck him, I am not here to please him.

  “Miss Lake, we can give you a nice trim, rinse, and style.” She pointed her head toward the smil
ing woman in the corner, “Jane over there, will show you how to do your daily make up.”

  She winked at me when she noticed handsome staring. She hurried me along to the chair as she turned to handsome and said, “Rick, come, sit in your usual chair.” So he comes here regularly, hmmm interesting, probably gets his nails done too.

  My shrew of a mother’s phone started to ring, so she left to take the call; funny I didn’t see her ass again, until handsome had left.

  Where I was sitting I could see him through the mirror and, oh boy, he was staring straight at me. I tried to glare at the man who had unnerved me, this Rick character, but he only smiled at me. I wanted to walk over there and ask what his problem was, but that was when the dark haired pixie came to me.

  “Rick is right. Your hair is a perfect shade of red and shouldn’t be messed with. I think you just need a fresh cut and style. You are naturally pretty, so we are just going to flush it out, so you will look great for your man.” She talked to me about the style that would fit me and could be easily maintained for an amateur like me. I didn’t correct her about the man because it was obvious, by the change from a stare to a glare, he had heard our conversation. I liked her, but I didn’t like that Rick character very much.

  “Come. Let’s give you a wash and then we can start on the cut.” She smiled again and felt comfortable well as comfortable as one could be with a man of his magnitude staring at me.

  Truthfully it felt great to have someone wash my hair for me. Then she put some treatment in my hair for some reason or other. I don’t know what it was, but hell if I cared. I was going to get my head massaged again, once it was time to rinse. I sat up and waited, with this goop in my hair, as he approached. Claire sat him down in the chair next to me, to wash his hair. Handsome smiled at me before she laid him back and started his wash. I wanted to gut punch her for touching him like that, for some odd reason. His smile told me he enjoyed the massage. I wondered what their relationship was, they were awfully friendly with each other, for just a customer-client relationship.