Art of Loyalty (A Stern Family Saga Book 4)

by Monique Orgeron

  She holds her head high then starts to walk past me, “Would you like a drink?”

  I don’t answer. I wait for her to come closer then grab her by the arm, forcefully swinging her onto my chest and without warning, I kiss her hard. I didn’t know what to expect from her, but she surprises me by kissing me back with just as much passion as I’m giving her. We kiss for a long time before I release my hold. I stare at her swollen red lips and flushed skin, then my eyes drift up to hers. She’s staring at me with the same desire. I’m so fucked, and I don’t give a shit. I grab her and start kissing her all over again. She starts pulling at my shirt, so I pull away from her lips and pull my t-shirt over my head. She looks my chest over and starts passing her fingers ever so gently over my pecs and nipples. Then she starts tracing the outlines of my scars and tattoos.

  Grabbing her wrist, I stop her, but she looks back into my eyes with so much fierceness that I release her with no more need or want for her to stop anything she has planned. She then gets a wicked smile that crosses over her face. Her hands glide down my body to start unbuckling my pants. Without a word being said, she pushes my jeans down and has me step out of them. Then passes a sinful look, raking over every inch of my body. She drags her fingers around my chest, moving to my back as she walks around me, looking at me from every angle. I’ve never felt so exposed before. I know women have seen me and admired how well built I am, but I have never felt so inspected. When she moves behind me, I feel her fingers around every curve of my muscles as they slide further down to my ass. My eyes shut, feeling her caress every part of me. It’s probably the hottest experience of my life and I still haven’t touched her. When she comes back around, her dark brown eyes meet mine again. Her hand wraps around my hard cock. Pulling gently at first, then she becomes brazen and starts working her hand like the pro she is. Up and down while she still makes no sounds, just staring me dead in the eyes. Maybe she’s looking for any sign that I like what she’s doing but fuck, I don’t see how any man wouldn’t like what she’s doing. I become putty in her hand, literally. She smiles again and then I can feel her body lower.

  “Fuck!” I can’t let her wrap her red sexy lips around my cock. There is no way in hell I will have the strength to remove her before I explode. I grab her arms, stopping her from her target, stunning her for a second.

  Then she smiles again, “You want to play, Vin?”

  “I told you not to fuck with me.”

  Before she can say anything in return, I once again kiss her hard while pushing her pants down, breaking our kiss only for her to step out of them. Then I help remove her hoody and sports bra. Once she’s naked, I return the favor and inspect her body. Walking around her with my hands gliding all over her curves. Her eyes close just like mine did as she soaks up all the sensations. Her long legs might be my favorite part of her; they go on for miles. But damn, this woman’s body is tight. Her stomach is flat and toned. Her breasts are round and perky. My hand glides over them one at a time, watching as her nipples harden to pebbles. Her skin is soft and olive in complexion and not a hair can be found anywhere on her body. When I turn to her backside, I continue to pass my fingers over her well-toned body. Her ass is perfection. Not one imperfection. Its round and full, not overly large, just perfect for her body and it’s held high like you would expect from a woman who obviously does a lot of yoga.

  I watch as her body gets the chills as my hand glides over her skin and lowers to her ass. My large hand can swallow one of her cheeks whole. I start at the top of her crack and slide one finger down, following the seam. I hear her moan as I travel lower to feel how wet she is and fuck, if it doesn’t make me want to cum right now. I don’t rub or push, I just apply the tiniest of pressure where she’s dripping. Then I travel back up and grab a handful of ass, squeezing then slapping hard. She doesn’t even flinch, she just moans out louder. It brings a smile to my face. This woman is something I’ve never found before, she’s strong and fearless. When I walk back around I notice how flushed she is with desire. I slowly glide my fingers back to her breasts and pinch her nipples hard. She grabs my hand stopping me and says,

  “Don’t fuck with me, Vin. You might like what you find.”

  My brows pinch together trying to decipher what she means, but I couldn’t really care less. All I want is to be inside of her as fast as possible. I kiss her again, letting our tongues battle while sliding my hand down her sides to her ass, lifting, forcing her to wrap her long legs around me. I carry her all the way upstairs to her bedroom, feeling her hot, drenched pussy on my skin. By the time we reach her bedroom I lower her down to my cock; it has a mind of its own as it is demanding entry. She breaks our kiss and tells me, “Condom!”

  What the fuck was I thinking?! I don’t ever fuck without one and here I was not caring. She points to her nightstand. I throw her on the bed with a grunt and open the drawer. The shit she has in here is impressive; quite the variety of lubes and toys. I look back up at her and she gives me a wink. “Not tonight baby, I have no patience.” I grab a couple of condoms and throw them on top the nightstand. That’s right, a couple. I plan on taking her more than once.

  Right now though, I’m so desperate that I’m fucking up the package to the condom, trying to rip it open. She must see it too because I feel her hand come up from my side as she grabs the package and rips it with her teeth. Then puts the condom in her mouth. I turn facing her, she then surprises me by sliding the condom on me with her mouth. When she’s finished, she licks my balls. That’s it. I’m done playing around. I push her back down, flipping her around by her ankles and forcing myself inside her, hard. She screams out then moans. I become a beast fucking her. The sounds of skin slapping together almost does me in. I stop all movement and grab her waist trying to slow myself down. She turns her head and looks at me, knowing what I’m doing. She lays her shoulders on the bed and I feel her reach for my balls, manipulating them with her fingers.

  “Fuck, you’re going to kill me.”

  I loosen my hold on her waist and she immediately starts fucking me back, pushing and rotating herself back and forth on my cock. I stand still, watching as her pussy swallows me whole. Fuck, what is she doing to me? I reach around and start playing with her clit, wanting and needing to feel her explode all over me. When she peaks, she screams out, allowing me to feel her contracting around me. Damn, she tightens so much that it’s like a torture device, but one of the best pleasures I’ve ever felt. I grab her hair and pull as I let her finish me off. I growl out and grunt loud when she has me exploding like a fucking champ. Damn! Damn this woman! Once I finally come down from the best orgasms of my life, I slide out of her and fall on the bed. Laying on my back, I throw my arm over my face. Breathing heavy in and out while I hear her still moaning in pleasure. I look up to find her still in the same position, shoulders down and ass up.

  My face scrunches in worry. “Did I hurt you?”

  She turns her face smiling and says, “No, I just need a minute. You have my body so turned on, I’m still enjoying the aftershocks.”

  She closes her eyes again with a smile on her face. Is she fucking with me? What woman says shit like that unless they’re trying to get you to feel you’re the best lay around. But as I watch her smiling face, I notice her body’s still swaying. So, I turnover, laying on my side. If she wants to play games then I’ll play, but she might be sorry. I’ll make her cum so many times tonight, she’ll be begging me to stop. I slide my hand up her back and then down to her raised ass. Squeezing both her ass cheeks one at a time then slapping them hard making her flinch, before I start to caress, cooling the sting. I turn it up by sliding two fingers inside of her and listen as she moans in response. I watch her facial movements as I finger fuck her nice and slow.

  Deciding it’s time to put more energy into it, I remove my fingers and use her wetness to lubricate her ass. Without any more prep, I stick a finger into her tight hole. Her eyes open and show concern but then I kiss her nose letting her know I hav
e her. She relaxes into my touch and enjoys the ride. By the time she cums, she’s panting and breathing heavy. I keep watching her face. I worked her good and hard but now I plan on showing her some softness. I apply some pressure for her to lay flat on her stomach. I lightly pass my fingers up and down her skin and she purrs in response. Knowing I have her where I want her makes me smile. Funny how the last two days since actually meeting her, I have smiled more than I can ever remember, and we really don’t even know each other.

  “Brittany, open your eyes.”

  She does but in question.

  “Talk to me, tell me something.”

  “You want to talk? I thought Vin Stern didn’t like to talk.”

  My eyebrow raises. “Is that what they say?”

  “Yes, Vin. That’s what they say. What do you want to talk about?”

  “Tell me something about you.”

  “Don’t you know everything there is to know about me?”

  “Mostly, but I want to know something no one else does.”

  She closes her eyes and says, “You are the first man I ever slept with in my home.”

  I’m trying to decide whether she’s telling me the truth or not. She opens her eyes, understanding exactly what I’m thinking.

  “It’s the truth Vin.”

  She slowly stretches and pulls herself up. In a jokingly manner she says, “In fact, I would like to sleep with him again, very much.”

  I chuckle, “Are you sure? You just came pretty damn hard.”

  “What can I say, I’m resilient. Now, no more talking ‘Man of few words’ and more orgasms.”

  She climbs on top of me reaching out to her nightstand and slides a new condom on me then inserts my already eager cock inside her.

  For hours we give each other everything we have, but it’s different from the first time. The minute she climbs on me, something changes. She becomes softer, less shielded. By the time we finally drift to sleep, her guard is completely down. I never meant to fall asleep, but I was so worn out. She took as much as she gave.

  I start to wake when I feel her body move off mine. Yes, her body was totally covering mine. That’s another thing I’ve never had a woman do. I open my eyes, stretching, expecting it to still be dark but then the sunlight from her windows catch me off guard.

  “What time is it?”

  “Morning sleepy head, it’s a little after ten. I’m going to take a shower then make you some late breakfast.”

  She jumps back on the bed and kisses me softly.

  “Any requests?”

  “No, I’m fine with anything.”

  She seems genuinely happy as she jumps back off the bed and walks her naked ass into the bathroom. Confusion sets in as I sit up looking at the clock. Damn, she’s right. It’s after ten. I feel rested even though I shouldn’t. Suddenly, it hits me, I slept last night without having any nightmares. I rub my arm and chest, still feeling a slight numbness from having her sleep on me all night. What the fuck am I doing? I never sleep sound and I never sleep with women overnight. I hear the shower turn on. I don’t know how to do the morning after bullshit. So, I do the only thing I know, I prepare to leave. I go downstairs to retrieve my clothes, dressing fast. I check my wallet for the money I brought. “Shit, I have to go back upstairs.” I run back upstairs, taking two steps at a time. I lay a thousand dollars on her nightstand. It’s her standard, at least it’s what I’ve heard. This is another first for me, I have never paid for sex. I always promised myself no prostitutes but here I am, paying for sex. I look one more time at the bed we gave a working out to last night and then make my exit before it becomes awkward. On the drive home, I can’t help thinking about her again. If I thought for a second that fucking her would get her out my system, I was dead wrong. The only thing it’s done is made me want her more. Her words come back to haunt me.

  “Don’t fuck with me Vin, you might like what you find.”

  4

  Vin

  The next few weeks I try to forget her, her touch, her smell. but nothing works. I’m even so distracted that I lose Fallon at a fair with Miles Rollins. I can’t explain how bad I want to see her again, but I know I can’t allow myself to do it. Prostitutes are off limits to me by my choosing. Too much history and I know their ways. She’s not the type to settle down and I will not share. Not that I really plan on ever settling down. Commitment is not in my vocabulary. I couldn’t do that to someone. I have lots of baggage, some worse than others.

  I’m back to not sleeping again. I still can’t believe that I slept for hours when I was with her but nothing more than the usual two hours at a time since. I even found that I couldn’t get a hard-on for anyone else. Well, that one didn’t last long, thank God. I’m back to fucking my regulars, life has returned to normal. But for some reason, it’s even less satisfying than it was before.

  Not long after, Gabriel announces that he and Fallon are getting married. We knew it was coming but damn it was fast. He broke a lot sooner than I gave him credit for. I guess when you’re fighting a losing battle, you just wave the white flag. But that can’t be all there is to it. When I see him with her, I see in his eyes that he is in love with her even though he doesn’t want to admit it yet. He was the battlefield and Fallon claimed it for her own. Congrats to her. The man that wouldn’t be whipped by any woman, is now wrapped tightly around her little finger. It makes us all laugh but then I think of Brittany again. Is this how Gabriel feels? I cannot get that woman off my mind.

  I finally decided to give in. I need to see Brittany again. But no matter what I do, she never replies. My texts go unanswered and my calls go straight to voicemail. She’s avoiding me, but why? Did I do something wrong? I know I left without telling her goodbye, but I left her money. Maybe I didn’t pay the right amount? Fuck, I did my research. I thought that was her standard price but then I remember she told me she never brings anyone home, maybe that was extra. Fuck, how am I supposed to know? I’ve never done this shit before. Maybe I can ask Gabriel without telling him who I’m asking about. I still don’t know if he plans on continuing to see her or not. God, I can’t stand the thought. How can I sleep with the same woman my brother is sleeping with? It’s not like she’s strictly his, right?

  When I catch Gabriel by himself in his office, I get his attention, “Hey Gabriel, I need to talk to you.”

  “What’s up, Vin?”

  “Look, this is going to sound weird so don’t start any fucking jokes, alright?”

  He chuckles, “Alright, what do you need?”

  “I was wondering what the standard rate is for the prostitutes that you hire?”

  “Fuck off Vin! You act like I can’t get any pussy on my own, man. You know the only one I ever hire is Brittany. And it’s only every now and then.”

  “I didn’t mean it that way. Fuck man, this is harder than I thought. Listen, if I wanted to hire one, what would the going rate be?”

  “I’m not sure about all of them but Brittany’s rate is a thousand.”

  “That’s what I thought. What about if you want something extra?”

  He laughs and says, “What extras man?” One of his brows raises as he asks, “What are you into?”

  He shakes his head and says, “Never mind I don’t want to know. It’s always the quiet ones.”

  “If you think that, you should talk to Liam. You know what?! Forget it!”

  “No listen, I’m sorry but I’m not sure what you’re referring to.”

  Then he raises his hands, “I really do NOT want to hear either. But when I expect more from Brittany, I usually tip her a couple of hundred.”

  “And if you don’t, would she get mad at you enough to maybe not want to have you as a client anymore?”

  “Who me? Never! When I’m done with her, she’s always been well satisfied.”

  I have to get my rage tempered; my fists are ready to go loose on his ass. Fuck this, I turn to walk out the door but before I do, I ask what I really want to know.


  “Gabriel, do you plan on still seeing Brittany after the wedding?”

  “You want my honesty, or do you want the older brother’s bullshit story?”

  “I always want honesty.”

  “I haven’t seen Brittany since the night I tried to fuck Fallon out of my head. It didn’t work. I don’t think I will ever need Brittany again. I don’t think any woman will be enough for me after I have Fallon.”

  I walk out the room without saying any more. That is the first time Gabriel has expressed any affection for Fallon, and it was honest. It actually surprised me too. Gabriel is not one to express any kind of feelings and neither am I.

  Today is the Gabriel and Fallon’s wedding. I don’t remember ever seeing Catherine happier. Walking up the aisle to take my position next to my brothers, I see Brittany for the first time since we were together. I’ve continued calling and texting her over the last week, but she still never responded. Now, here she is sitting next to that English dude, Frederick. What the hell is she doing here and with him? I try not to look but I can’t stop. She looks so sophisticated and beautiful in her grey, designer dress. Not one person here would be able to tell what she does for a living. Then I see the asshole put his arm around her shoulder when the ceremony begins. My rage builds until the music starts and I watch as Fallon walks down the aisle looking gorgeous as ever. Even with all Fallon’s beauty, she doesn’t hold my attention long. My eyes keep going back to Brittany.

  The rest of the wedding becomes a blur. Once the priest announces them husband and wife, we all slowly make our way back down the aisle and I keep walking away. I have to calm myself down. She wouldn’t even look at me. The last thing I saw was Frederick grabbing her hand to escort her towards the reception tent.

  I know it’s crazy. I have no rights to this woman and I’ve only had one night with her, but I can’t help feeling somewhat possessive. I stay away from the wedding reception for so long, that I miss a dance with the bride. I don’t care though, I only came back to find Brittany and find out why she’s been avoiding me all this time.