If You Could Only Feel (Buchanan Brothers Series Book 3)

by M. E. Clayton

  I leaned back down, so I could whisper in her ear as I added another finger to my assault on her pussy. “Tell me you don’t want me, Justice,” I taunted. We both knew she did. She was a soaking wet mess. “Tell me you don’t love how good I fuck you.”

  “Please, Gabriel…”

  I knew she was battling with telling me to go to Hell or begging me to make her cum. And I knew she was going to loathe her weakness come morning, but I didn’t care. I was fighting for my life here. I placed a soft kiss on the slope of her neck and her entire body shivered. I started jamming my fingers harder and deeper into her cunt and she couldn’t disguise the sounds of her pleasure.

  I kept fingering her until she let out a deep moan and I could feel her body’s minor contractions, getting ready for her to explode. I gave her a couple of more pumps and then I removed my fingers from her body and took a step back.

  At first, she looked lust worn, and I knew she was waiting for me to undress, but as I just stood there, confusion flittered across her pretty face. “Gabe?”

  I crossed my arms over my chest, her scent on my fingers driving me crazy, and arched a brow. “Say it,” I demanded.

  Her confusion gave way to shock and then anger. “So, withholding sex is your way of making me cave?”, she asked, pissed as hell. “Well, fuck you, Gabriel Buchanan. Fuck. You.”

  I was back standing in front of her, my hand around her throat again. “Fuck me?” I snapped. “Very well, Justice.” We’d see who was fucked by morning.

  Chapter 21

  Justice~

  I was a fucking idiot.

  Seriously certified.

  I could probably speak on a world tour helping people to not be fucking idiots.

  I could go on Oprah. That’s how seriously fucked up I was.

  The strong, independent woman in me wanted to kick Gabriel out of my apartment and tell him to go get fucked and never come back.

  The lovesick, weak, horny woman in me was very aware of his hand around my throat and how wet my panties had become without reaching fulfillment.

  And the sad truth was, that even though all we’ve ever done was have sex, sex with Gabriel was a life changing experience every time. I didn’t have to sleep with other men to verify just how good Gabriel was in bed. The man had no limits. Over the years we’ve done some of the most wicked things, and the fact that we’ve learned how to do those things together…well, it meant something to me. But because I didn’t want to look like a weakling, I issued him a challenge.

  “Prove it’s not just about sex,” I said, looking deeply into his angered green gaze. “If you can fuck me all night long, and at the same time, proving that we’re not all just about sex…I’ll…I won’t get a divorce.”

  Gabriel’s eyes dilated and the corner of his lip lifted in the most cockiest manner. He thought he knew me so well, that he’s already won. “No more talk about divorce. Not ever taking your rings off ever fucking again. Not another word about other men. And no more talk about how our money is my money,” he stipulated.

  I lifted my chin. He was going to lose, so it wasn’t that big of a hardship to agree. “Fine,” I conceded. “We’ll still have a lot of things to work out, but I’ll treat this like a real marriage, and we’ll work through those issues like a real couple.”

  This time he full-on grinned, causing his dimples to really pop and making me weak-kneed. “Oh, baby,” he cooed as he tightened his hand around my neck. “I don’t even know where to begin.”

  I didn’t comment, but my body started humming when Gabriel started undressing me. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and pulled them down over my legs, along with my pants, and I dutifully stepped out of them.

  Next, he whipped my t-shirt up over my head, and just like that, I was standing before him completely naked, eagerly awaiting what was to come next.

  I watched with bated breath as Gabriel dropped to his knees and my breath hitched when he hooked my right leg over his shoulder. Sweet Jesus. My head dropped back, my eyes closed, and my fingers swam through his dark hair at the first swipe of his gifted tongue. Gabriel was an expert at everything he did in bed and eating pussy was no exception.

  “Oh, God…” I moaned just like he knew he could make me.

  Gabriel growled, and the vibrations teased my pussy and my left leg bent a little in sublime pleasure. His hands were cupping the back of my thighs, holding me up, as he kept his face buried between my thighs. Each lick was long, firm, and languidly fluid between my folds. Maybe being married to him for the rest of my life wasn’t such a bad idea, after all.

  I was deep in thought about his skills when he paused long enough to say, “I’m not going to stop fucking with your pussy until you’ve cum so many times, it actually hurts you.” I felt a pang in my chest at his words. He was doing the complete opposite of what I challenged him to do. He was making this all about sex and I wanted more.

  Gabriel must have sensed the shift in my mood because, all of the sudden, he stood up, and lifting me so that my legs and arms were wrapped around him, he walked us to the bed and laid me down, covering me with his rock-hard body.

  I closed my eyes and waited for his invasion, absolutely positive he was going to tear into me, but instead, he kissed his way back down my body and picked up where he had left off.

  Gabriel used his big, strong hands to spread my legs wide, and this time, there wasn’t any place that could hide. He had full access to my core, and he started making out with my pussy. He used his tongues, his lips and his fingers to fill me up and take me to the edge.

  The pressure he applied to my clit over, and over again, with the swipe of his tongue had me barreling over the edge in record time. And that brought on the realization that this is the first time Gabriel and I have been in each other’s company and we hadn’t been fucking every second of it.

  My heart broke as I grabbed onto his hair and pulled. “Gabriel,” I managed to utter as tremors racked my body and turned my mind into a traitor.

  I could feel Gabriel peppering kisses all along the inside of my thighs and it was the sweetest torture. And then he did something…well, odd.

  Or, maybe not odd, but something he’s never done before.

  He kissed a path of pecks down the inside of my right leg until he reached my ankle, and then he started back up on my other leg.

  My body was still coming down off my high when he positioned himself back in between my legs and start lapping up my cream. “I want the taste of you on my tongue every fucking day, Justice,” he breathed right before he went back to eating my pussy. And because I was already sensitive from the first orgasm, it took only a few seconds for the second one to rush out in a tidal wave throughout my body. “Gabriel!”

  “What, baby?” he murmured, as he started kissing his way up my body.

  I couldn’t speak when he reached my breasts and took the right peak into his mouth and started sucking and nipping away at it. Gabriel held one breast in his hand as he licked and sucked, and his other hand was now snaking its way down my body until his fingers teased my sensitive nub passing over to enter my body. Gabriel sunk two fingers into my still twitching pussy, and it felt glorious.

  He curled those digits and was pushing them in and out of my body, making sure to hit my g-spot with each entry. Gabriel was going to make me cum again, and I wasn’t sure if my body would be able to handle it.

  And while most girls wouldn’t complain about multiple orgasms, I wanted Gabriel buried deep inside me. I wanted that connection that kept us in each other’s lives all these years later. “Gabriel, please…” I pleaded.

  “Please, what?” he mumbled, his mouth still full of my nipple and breast. I didn’t have big boobs, and my body was pretty petite versus being curvy, but Gabriel always made me feel like a goddess in bed.

  “Fuck me,” I begged, shamelessly. The one thing Gabriel’s inhibitions in the bedroom did for me was that I wasn’t afraid or embarrassed to ask for what I wanted. No
suggestion was too shocking for Gabriel and nothing that ever came out of my mouth turned him off.

  I remember the first time I was on my period and Gabriel had come over after school to have sex. He had immediately gone for the button on my jeans, and when I had broken the news to him that I had started my period that morning, he had gone into the bathroom, grabbed a towel and laid it across my bed. When I had asked him what the hell was he doing, he had said I was out of my mind if I thought a little bit of blood was going to keep his cock from being buried inside my pussy.

  I had been shocked, appalled and embarrassed. But more than that, I had been turned on. It had turned me on knowing that Gabriel wanted me above what was polite in society. Throughout our lives together, Gabriel has neglected in giving me a lot of things but making me feel desired has never been one of them.

  “Nu uh, baby,” he said as he moved to work on my other breast, still pumping me full of his fingers.

  I opened my eyes and lifted my head to look down at him. “What do you mean, ‘nu uh’?”

  He didn’t stop what he was doing with his fingers, but he took his mouth off my tit long enough to look at me and say, “I have every intention of fucking you with my fingers and my tongue until you can’t cum anymore, Justice. And the second you’re passed out on this bed, I’m going to go take a shower and rub one out, then come back in here and sleep with you in my arms.”

  There’s. No. Fucking. Way.

  “How…but,” I stuttered like a fool. “I want you inside me, Gabriel.”

  “Not as badly as I want to prove to you that you’re not just here for me to fuck,” he snapped, his green eyes on fire and his jaw clenched. “You have never just been someone convenient that I fucked.”

  His fingers stabbed into my body and the rust in his voice had me confused. I didn’t know what I was supposed to be feeling in this moment. Lust was clashing with sense and I didn’t know which one was winning. My hips lifted, forcing him to go deeper, forcing him to make me cum. But my mind was trying to concentrate on his words. “Gab-”

  “I’ve loved you since I was 15 years old,” he went on. “Whether you believe me or not doesn’t change that fact. I love you. I’ve always fucking loved you and I’m going to prove it to you when I get up and take care of my dick on my own when we both know you’ll let me do whatever the fuck I want to you.”

  Hours later, I passed out crying without Gabriel having put his dick inside me not once.

  Chapter 22

  Gabriel~

  I was sitting in my office with Cort Christensen and I was two seconds away from telling him to suck my dick.

  I’m not sure who he thought he was dealing with, or why he’d think that I was somehow weak in my job, but the asshole was going to learn really quick what it meant to be a Buchanan. Yeah, Mason was the most brutal out of us all because he was a stone-cold shark, but the rest of us weren’t pussies.

  Mason trusted all of us to pull our weight. He didn’t live in our professional pockets or check on us constantly. He let us do our thing, and he knew we were just as capable as he was. We’d all been walking the hallways of BI since we could walk. We knew our shit. All four of us.

  So, why this motherfucker thought he could come in here and bully me was beyond me.

  I leaned forward and placed my arms on my desk. I took in Cort Christensen’s hundred-dollar haircut that I’m pretty sure was highlighted because that was just too much blonde on a person. I took in his brand name, tailored suit and his shiny wingtips. I took in how he did his best to come off casual, but his posture was tight. And, most of all, I took in how his eyes squinted when saying certain keywords.

  Fuck this motherfucker.

  After listening to this tool rattle off a practice speech about how our marking to date isn’t creating a confidence in him, cementing his decision to use BI as his investment firm, I finally spoke. “While I appreciate your candor, Cort,” Who names their fucking kid Cort? And if his real name is Courtney, then go by Courtney, for fuck’s sake. “I’m a bit confused.”

  He smirked as if he was dealing with an amateur. “What exactly are you confused about, Gabriel?”

  I cocked my head at the fucker. “I’m confused as to what, exactly, you’re doing here? Why did you schedule a meeting to meet with me?”

  Cort’s cocky grin slipped a bit, but he quickly recovered. “I’ve recently come into a windfall of sorts and I was looking for an investment firm to work with. BI’s financial investment division is reputed to be one of the best in the country.” He shrugged a shoulder. “I’m simply shopping around.”

  You know what’s worse than assholes with money? People who become assholes because they suddenly got money. And that’s what Cort Christensen was. A dirtbag who got lucky and now he thought he was someone.

  I gave him a quick understanding nod and leaned back in my chair. “Well, see, Cort,” I said, not bothering to hide the condescending tone in my voice. “One minute you’re telling me BI is lacking in client confidence, but just now, you’re telling me about BI’s stellar reputation. So, just be straight with me and tell me what it is you’re hoping to accomplish here today.”

  “A beneficial partnership, of course,” he retorted, and I wanted to tell him to kiss my beneficial ass. “I think I should get all my investment fees and commissions waived for the first year until BI has proven itself to be the firm to handle my monies.”

  Thank God, Michael went into Human Resources. He would have cleaned this asshole’s clock after the second sentence that had come out of his mouth, questioning our reputation and abilities.

  “Well, Cort…we’ve never done that before for any client, and some of our clients have been with us for decades,” I replied as professionally as I could. “There’s no way I’d consider doing that now.”

  And like a tool with newfound money, he said, “You do you realized we’re talking millions here, right?”

  I’ve never felt any particular way about my family’s money, but we were a foot into the billions ever since Mason took over Buchanan Industries, superseding my father’s one-billion milestone. I gave two fucks about Cort Christensen’s millions. “Cort,” I said again, because it just fascinated the hell out of me that someone would go by that ridiculous name. “I don’t care if our clients have invested a hundred million dollars with us or twenty dollars. We treat all our investment clients with equal respect and importance.”

  He arched a perfectly groom blonde brow and tried to sick my big brother on me. “I wonder what Mason Buchanan would say if he knew his newest employee was thumbing his nose at millions of dollars worth of investments.”

  This motherfucker.

  My next move was motivated by my dislike for this asshole, my lack of sleep, my pissed off dick and the fact that Justice and I had to work today, dragging us both out of bed. “Well, why don’t we find out,” I said, already picking up the phone and dialing Mason’s extension.

  My brother’s voice came over the phone. “What’s up?”

  “Hope I’m not bothering you, Mason,” I said into the phone, while my eyes were locked onto Cort Christensen’s sleazy blue ones.

  “No bother, Gabriel. How may I help you?” he asked, and I could tell by the professionalism in his voice he knew he was on speaker and he knew there was a reason he was on speaker.

  “I have Cort Christensen in my office who’s thinking of investing with us,” I stated, professionally. “However, BI’s marketing hasn’t impressed him much, and he wants to invest only if he gets all fees and commissions waived for the first year, until we’ve proven ourselves, of course.” Mason’s silence had me almost laughing. “When I explained that we don’t make these kinds of…concessions, he thought maybe this proposal should be run by my boss-that’s you, by the way-because a few million is nothing to scoff at.”

  I wanted to use this moment of silence to pull out my phone and record Cort’s reaction to whatever Mason was going to say next, but I was trying to be my professional
best.

  “I see,” Mason replied, his voice cold and dark. “Well, Cort. May I call you Cort?”

  The idiot sat up in his chair and leaned forward. “Yes, Mason,” he replied, and I couldn’t stop myself from wincing when he said Mason’s name.

  “Well, Cort,” Mason repeated. “I think the first thing I should clear up is that I am not Gabriel’s boss.” I watched as Cort’s face paled a bit. He thought he knew what he was going up against, but no one knows what they’re going up against when dealing with Mason. “Buchanan Industries is owned evenly by Gabriel Buchanan, Aiden Buchanan, Michael Buchanan and myself.”

  “Uh…” Cort’s confidence was waning rapidly.

  “Second, Buchanan Industries doesn’t need to prove itself to any-goddamn-body,” Mason snapped, his psychotic side making an appearance. “If you had any idea, at all, what BI represented, you’d know that we deal in billions every day. You think you can walk into this building and bully us with your several millions? Do yourself a favor and be gone from Gabriel’s office before I decide to blackball you from every major investment firm in the country. SMA, Global, Inc. included, as Julian Moretti is a good friend of mine.”

  This time I couldn’t contain my immaturity. “Thanks, Mase,” I said, smiling into the phone. After hanging up, I stood up and Cort Christensen stood with me. “Well, as you can see, we won’t be doing business together, Cort.”

  “Oh, wait,” he said, stammering. “I…maybe we got off on the wrong foot.”

  “No, actually we didn’t,” I corrected. “Five minutes into our meeting, I already knew you were a dirtbag, Cort. Now, do us both a favor and just leave before you make a bigger ass of yourself. Because, if there’s one thing that Mason Buchanan is not, it’s a show-boater. He’ll fuck your life up if you don’t watch yourself.”

  Cort Christensen did his best to pick his dignity up off the floor, but he was failing. So, I just stood there smiling at him as he made his way to the door without uttering another word.

  What a fucktard.