by Nella Tyler
Steamed #4
By Nella Tyler
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2015 Nella Tyler
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Chapter One
“Screw it,” Link said after he shut off the TV. “We are going to go home and deal with this but not before you make me forget what a mess my life is.”
I smiled as he came to me and grabbed my neck, pulling me in for a kiss.
My eyes fluttered closed as the heat between us consumed me. Really, he consumed me? Yes it was true. I certainly felt that way; there was no denying it. Both his hands found their way to my ass and he cupped my cheeks. I gasped, shocked with his brazenness but turned on every time he touched me.
“Your ass is so firm.”
I felt completely warmed by his touch. I couldn't explain what happened to my body when Link touched me. All he had to do was touch me and the next thing I knew my body was shaking when he placed himself up against me. His hands were on my ass and I kept my eyes closed just to concentrate on the feelings his hands were causing all over my body. He grabbed me and pushed me up against a wall, crushing my mouth with his. I was burning up as if I had just finished a long run. My fingertips tingled in the way they did when they fell asleep on me. There was a sensation between my legs that I had not forgotten. God, I was so turned on by him. I was losing my mind in his embrace. There was no doubt about the faint throb that was happening between my legs.
He smiled before he claimed my mouth beneath his. If I thought the heat was consuming before, I absolutely lit up when he kissed me. He tasted sweet and his mouth was warm. I couldn't help myself I kissed him back as passionately as I could. I needed to match his intensity. I had never felt like this before in my life. Link brought out so much more in me than any other man had; it was incredible. No man had ever kissed me that way or brought out such an intense chemistry in me. I was out of breath from his kisses and I was beginning to feel overwhelmed again.
Link smiled at me and moved close again. I clearly had no control over the situation and I wanted to be consumed, to see what it felt to let him do whatever he wanted to me. Wasn't that what always happened when Link was around? I knew we should be heading back to the city immediately but all I wanted in that moment was Link. Would that be so bad, to screw the drama and just stay there? Would it be bad to let him have his way with me, to forget the reporters and Jared and just be in the moment with Link? I couldn't remember the last time I had wanted something more than this man. What had I been doing with my life until now?
He softly kissed my mouth again and I inhaled the musky scent of him. His touch was exhilarating as he cupped my chin and bent down for another kiss. The kisses may have started off softly but it wasn't long before his mouth pressed into mine hard. His hands found their way into my hair and he pulled me close, so close that I was amazed that we hadn't molded into one body. His tongue slid into my mouth and touched my own. I moaned softly and when he kissed me he took my tongue in his mouth and sucked on it. God, he's so good at kissing, I can barely keep up. His kisses were insanely passionate and he nipped and sucked at my lips. I was paralyzed beneath Link as my body responded to his kisses in ways I had never felt before. I wasn't sure what was happening to my body, but I was aware that just a kiss had never made my panties wet before. But that time...with him I was aching in every area of my body. I needed him and wanted him in every way that mattered.
His hand found my breasts and he cupped them. He kneaded my breast, causing my nipple to pucker underneath his grasp.
“You are driving me crazy Gemma. Your body is incredible and I want you badly.”
I molded my lips once again into his and he started to lift my T-shirt off.
He grabbed my ass once again and pulled down my panties and turned me around pushing me up against the wall.
“Yes, baby, I want you to give it to me. I want you so badly.”
“Oh Gemma, I'm going to fuck you so good.”
He hadn't been wearing a shirt so all he had left to do was take down his shorts and underwear. He pushed himself against me and I felt his hard cock push against my ass.
“Oh baby, you feel good, please hurry.”
I slightly spread my legs and bent over. “Gemma, your ass is glorious.”
He pushed his cock into me hard, going deep. I gasped as he entered me and the familiar wave of pleasure took hold of me once again. I moaned loudly as he pumped his cock into me faster. He was moving in one fluid motion and I was overcome by the pleasure of his cock inside me. He felt incredible and being there with him, I completely wanted to shut out the world. I wanted to forget it all as long as Link was there with me.
I began to feel the stirrings of an orgasm. I could not get enough of his cock. I moaned as his cock slid in and out as waves of pleasure coursed through me.
“I'm going to cum.”
“Yes Gemma, baby please cum all over my cock.”
I exploded onto him and screamed his name loudly. I had released all the pent up frustration I had. “Oh god Link, that was good, baby oh baby, spill your cum inside me.”
“Wow Gemma, that is so hot, I love when you talk to me like that.”
He pounded into me, and I knew another orgasm was coming. Just as I exploded again on his cock he came inside me, calling out my name.
“So did I make you forget the world?” I whispered as I leaned against the wall.
“Yes sweetheart, you did.”
Despite our best efforts, we had to return home eventually; there was no way around it. Jared had successfully ruined the mood we had maintained all vacation long. I had never been more disappointed in my brother in my entire life. This behavior...the pettiness and vengeful nature was just so unlike him that I was at a loss for words. I couldn't even explain his behavior. It wasn't just drugs, or booze there was something seriously wrong with Jared. The worst part was I wasn't sure I even cared anymore. He just kept going no matter who he hurt. He knew that I was involved with Link and still that didn't keep him at bay. If anything it just further enraged him. The anger that I felt for my brother was just causing me to want to give up on him. It was like I didn't know him anymore and how could I possibly support Link when Jared was trying to systematically destroy everything?
When we saw Jared on the news, everything had been forgotten. We were both so stunned and we went about the beach house collecting our things as fast as possible. Link needed to do damage control and that meant cutting our little vacation short. I wasn't even sure what damage control would entail because at that point, Link would need to prove his innocence. Jared had gone to the media first, so everyone would assume that Link was guilty until proven otherwise. The whole situation had been blown right out of proportion and the fact that we had been on vacation instead of in the city just made it worse. We should have been there before Jared arrived at the restaurant so that we could counter what Jared was saying. Instead, Link was MIA while Jared went around making accusations and I worried that it would make him look guilty.
The car ride into town was a quiet one. We barely said two words to each other. We were lost in our own thoughts. I felt terrible that my own brother was causing Link so much distress. I didn't understand why Jared wasn't doing the right thing and ending that whole mess. He was m
aking things worse and at the rate he was going, he was going to lose me forever. I couldn't continue to be a part of his life if he was going down the road that he was going down. He was being self-destructive and he was trying to bring down everyone with him. It broke my heart but if I had to let him go than I would. I would not be a part of Jared's life as long as he was out to hurt other people.
We returned to Link's restaurant and it was an absolute horror. Reporters had swarmed the front of the building and I gasped at the sight of it.
“Oh my god Link, the hounds of hell have descended.”
Link snickered and I was at least grateful that his sense of humor was still intact. “The parking lot is practically empty except for the reporters; that's not a good sign.”
“Everything is going to be okay Link.”
I wished that I were sure of that fact. I grasped his hand and squeezed it. I had no idea if everything was going to be all right. I was already pretty stunned that things had come as far as they had. Jared was on a rampage and there was no telling when it would all end. I was scared, really scared, not only for Jared's future but for Link’s. Was it really possible to ruin someone's life over a lie? Could Jared succeed when everything he was fighting for was based off of a lie? I couldn't believe that it was possible. In the end Link had to come through unscathed. But what if he didn't? What if Jared ruined him completely? I don't think that I could ever forgive my brother if he ruined Link.
“There's no way we are getting in through the front, we will have to sneak in the back.” He pulled the car around to the back undetected. He parked and we ran out of the car and into the back of the restaurant. We made it into the kitchen where everyone seemed to have collected.
“What are all of you doing back here? There’s restaurant to run.”
“Link, there is no one here,” the hostess replied.
“Yeah man, no one can get through the reporters; it's a mess out there and no one wants to bother trying to fight their way in for food.”
“Shit, what a mess!” yelled Link. I could see the frustration all over his face. It hurt to see him like that, he didn't deserve it.
“Things are really slow. Things could go under if people can't get through to eat. We need to get rid of those reporters.”
“Yeah no kidding. God I could just about choke Jared…no offence,” he said, looking at me.
“None taken, I could choke him myself. I just don't understand what is wrong with him.”
“He's a jealous idiot, that's what's wrong with him. God, I can't even think straight right now I'm so pissed off.”
“Not to make things worse or anything Link, but it’s not just the reporters. Rumors about you are flying like crazy and that's causing people not to come in as well.”
“Right, of course. Why would people eat at a restaurant of a thief right? It's such horse shit.”
“What are we going to do Link?”
“First, I need to get those reporters off my property and hopefully we'll see people coming in.”
He looked at me. “I think it's best you stay inside for now.”
I nodded but as I watched him walk to the front of the restaurant, I knew I couldn't let him face things alone. We were a team now and he needed to know that I was beside him at all times. I wasn't going to let anything happen to him. Maybe with my presence, the reporters would see that Link had to be telling the truth. Why would Jared's sister defend another man if Link were lying?
I trotted after him and followed him out the front door.
Chapter Two
It took about two seconds for the reporters to move in on Link. I stood off to the side and allowed for him to get in front of the media without intrusion. The scene was very intimidating for me. I had never been so close to what could only be classified as the paparazzi. They had no respect for boundaries and they swarmed like vultures. There was flashing of cameras, yelling over each other and a general lack of respect even amongst one another. It was an embarrassing example of their industry and I wondered how things had been allowed get this bad. Did these men and women have no respect for their own jobs? They behaved like they were entitled to information. That they could just barge onto someone’s property and demand answers as if Link was some common criminal.
“Hi everyone, I understand that things are a little hairy right now. I just got news of things myself. I would like to hold a brief press conference to allow you all to ask me some questions that I am more than happy to answer. Once the press conference is over however, I will ask that you leave my place of business. You are making it difficult for people to come in and out and my employees need to be able to get to their vehicles without being harassed.”
“Maybe people aren't coming here because your food sucks,” someone shouted.
Link glared at the pudgy man and that alone silenced him.
“Does anyone have anything valid to ask at this time?”
There was yelling all around us and it was a wonder that Link could understand anything they were saying. I almost wished that I hadn't come out. The scene appeared to be aggressive and I worried about whether or not it had been the best decision for Link. What was he going to do though? He had no other options. He couldn't allow reporters to camp out in his parking lot all week. He might as well close his doors forever.
“How about you explain why you stole a recipe from your former boss?”
“Those allegations are not true. Jared is a liar and he's the true thief. That recipe has been in my family for generations and I used that while I worked at Jared's restaurant. He does not own the recipe, nor did I steal it from him. The recipe is mine.”
“Oh that's a likely story,” someone shouted.
I rolled my eyes. These reporters were a bunch of clowns and I wondered how they became employed.
“The story is true. And if any of you were any good at your jobs you would actually try to verify a story before you went around accusing people. Didn't even occur to you that he was trying to cover his own ass?”
“Well why would he be trying to sue you if he was the real crook?”
“That is the question of the day. But where's the proof? You can't just go around accusing people without proof. Just because he says something happened doesn't mean it's true.”
“It sounds like you just trying to cover your own ass.”
“No, what I'm doing is defending myself, which I shouldn't have to do. I have done nothing wrong. Like I said, the recipe was mine and when I resigned my position at Jared's restaurant I took the recipe with me. He did not own it. It was mine. He is just mad or jealous because I left taking one of his best recipes with me. He cannot make something like that on his own, so he is trying to take mine.”
“Come on, we all know you just took the recipe because you're nothing but a cook and this was the only way you could manage to get a restaurant of your own.”
I was shocked by the things I was hearing from the reporters. They didn't seem to believe a word that Link said. They weren't even giving him a chance; they were just attacking them over and over again. Why didn't they just listen to him? Jared had no proof, so wasn't Link innocent until proven guilty?
“Excuse me, I am not a cook, I am a chef. Not only that but I'm also a business owner; I got here because I earned it. I paid my dues in the industry.”
“You got this restaurant by selling that recipe.”
“You're damn right I did. The recipe was mine to do with as I pleased and I decided to let it go to the public to enjoy so that I could have the money that I needed to open up the restaurant of my dreams. There is nothing wrong with that. I did nothing wrong. Like I said, the recipe has been in my family for generations. It's mine and nothing that Jared can do can stop that.”
“Are you sure of that? Sounds like he is pressing charges so it looks like you will be going to court and possibly jail.”
The sound of that made my heart beat fast.
“That is highly unlikely. In these situations
you typically tend to need some proof that someone has done some form of wrongdoing. Without that you have nothing. Jared has nothing, absolutely no proof. The reason he has no proof is because the recipe isn't his. Did it even occur to you guys to ask him where he got the recipe in the first place? Of course not, because you don't know how to do your jobs properly.”
That seemed to shut a few of the reporters up, and a few of them straggled off from the parking lot. I hope that they would never return again.
“I think you stole the recipe because you're afraid you're going to be nothing but just a cook for the rest of your life.”
“While the problem there is that I'm not just a cook. I happened to be an exemplary chef and one of the tops in my industry. You don't get that way by being just a cook. I'm a chef and I happened to take my art form very seriously. Jared is a crook; Jared is the liar here, get your facts straight before you talk to me again.”
With that he walked back into the restaurant and I was left there standing staring at the reporters. I was happy to see the reporters leaving; they knew they weren't going to get anything else at that point. I didn't want to go back into the restaurant though; there was somewhere else I had to be at that moment.
Chapter Three
It was time for me to go and see my brother again. I had to try at least one more time to talk some sense into Jared. Even though I had to believe that Link's innocence would shine through in the end, things weren't looking very good for him or his business. What was a going to take for people to believe Link? I just wished that Jared would do the right thing. It seemed to be the constant mantra that was going through my head at all times. Why wasn't Jared doing the right thing? Why was he trying to destroy somebody's life over a recipe? He just wasn't that type of guy and yet there I was driving to his restaurant to once again try to convince him to be a good man. I don't know what made him change, and I hoped he wasn't gone forever. I hoped that I would be able to bring him back to the good side and help them to do the right thing.
