Money Man (Woolf Tales Book 3)

by Viva Gold

  I blinked hard. I had just had a major eureka moment.

  “I, I…I’m a horrible person.”

  “Quoi? Non, Tal…” Bastien’s eyebrows practically disappeared into his hairline.

  “I have no values or morals. Money is my God. I drive a ridiculously showy car and indulge every whim without a care for anyone but myself.” I nodded. “Yup. I’m judgy and cocky and behave like an utter prick most of the time.”

  “Where are you going with this?” Bastien huffed. “Because I haven’t seen any of those things you just described.”

  “Because you don’t know me.” My heart sank.

  “The old you,” Bastien corrected.

  Could I change? I desperately wanted to be a different person. One that wasn’t caught up in designer labels and devil may care lifestyle. I was at an age where I should have more in my life. “Do you want children?”

  “Whoaaaa,” Bastien gasped. “Seriously? Now?”

  “What? No, not right now, obviously. But I’ve never even considered being a dad before.” My thoughts were running wild causing my head to spin. I felt like I’d opened a proverbial can of worms.

  “Why don’t you calm down a little, Tal. Let’s just take one step at a time. We need to get to your Maman; make it through the wedding next week, then decide where to go from there. Let’s do today, today and tomorrow, tomorrow, and so on.” He pulled me in for a hug and I rested my chin on his shoulder. He rubbed my back until I felt the storm of my whirling thoughts begin to recede.

  “You haven’t answered my questions.”

  Bas sighed. “I’d love to travel, and yes, I do see beaucoup des enfants in my future.”

  I relaxed even more. He was with me. “I’m sorry for going off half-cocked.”

  Bastien smirked. “Doesn’t feel that way to me, maintenant.”

  I snorted. It was true. Both of our cocks had sprung back to life due to the friction of our hug. I felt his cock leave sticky trails across my abs when he giggled. I wiggled my hips and a delectable little noise left Bas’s mouth on a breath. I loved how responsive he was. I kissed him and we spent what felt like hours just making out, until I got a cramp in my leg. I threw him off and he landed on his stomach with a huff. I smacked his bum, watching in awe as a pink handprint appeared. Bas moaned and lifted his hips.

  “Do it again – not hard, but I want to feel it.” I complied and he moaned again. His hips jerked and he began to rut the mattress.

  “Oh no you don’t.” I lifted him away. “On your knees.” He pushed out his arse, the little cock tease, and slid his knees under him. He supported his upper body with his palms flat on the mattress. I caught my breath as he twisted his head over his shoulder and shot me a smouldering look. “Jesus, you’re so fucking sexy.”

  Bas wiggled his bum. “You promised.” He taunted me.

  I couldn’t fucking wait to taste him. I prised his cheeks apart, marvelling at the dark crease punctuated by his rosy pink pucker. It was perfect. He waxed there too, it seemed. But I wasn’t complaining, it gave me better access. I shuffled in closer. My body was screaming for rest, but I wanted this more. I licked a stripe up one buttock and then the other. Bastien huffed with impatience. I blew on his hole resulting in him squeaking adorably. I flattened my tongue, and without warning delved in and lapped at his pucker. Bastien wailed.

  I inhaled deeply letting the smell of him fill my head. He was musky and sweet and tasted delicious. I spat on his hole teasing the sensitive nerves of his pucker with the point of my tongue. Bastien rocked, all the while making sexy noises, filling me with an urgent desire.

  “More, please, more. J’ai besoin de venir… Mon Dieuuuuuuu…” Bastien howled as my tongue breached the entrance to his body. He shuddered at the intrusion. I tormented him further by adding a finger. I probed with my tongue and prodded with my finger finally locating his prostate. The boy nearly flew off the mattress and I marvelled once again at his responsiveness to my touch.

  “Touch yourself,” I mumbled into his arse. Bastien hesitated for the moment it took for him to decipher my garbled words, then hastily grabbed his leaking cock.

  “Won’t last…” he gasped. “Too good.”

  Bastien fisted his shaft and pumped away while I continued to eat him out. I sucked on his hole causing him to cry out. I leaned in and fucked him with my tongue and fingers until he was a hot, blabbering mess. Suddenly, Bastien froze. I felt his channel clamp down on my tongue and fingers as his orgasm barrelled through him. The hot, tight walls of his body pulsed around me as his balls unloaded, shooting ribbons of creamy come out of his cock over his fist and on to the towel. Oblivious of the mess, Bastien belly flopped, exhausted, to the mattress. He was panting hard.

  “You ok, baby?” I asked licking my lips.

  “Can you fuck me like this?” Bastien slurred his words. “I feel sloppy enough. Please, Tal?”

  I really wanted to, but my body was aching all over with the effort it had taken to rim him. My cuts and bruises throbbed painfully and a wave of fatigue made me sway precariously. Bastien chose that moment to glance over his shoulder and with a cry of dismay leapt up just in time to save me from careening off the side of the bed. He guided me onto my back, away from the wet patch thankfully, and fluffed up a pillow placing it under my head. I watched through heavy eyelids as he dashed to the bathroom to clean up. He returned with a wet cloth and wiped gently over my face before removing the messy towel beside me and climbing back in to bed.

  “Sorry,” I slurred.

  “Non, non. You have done too much. You must rest. I shouldn’t have asked. I‘m so selfish.” Bastien sounded terribly upset. I pulled him onto my chest ignoring the agonising burn of my wounds, because I needed him to know he never had to apologise for asking for what he wanted.

  “Don’t you dare feel bad for one second. I loved everything we did. I can’t wait until I’m well again so I can drive you out of your mind for hours. It would be my privilege to fuck you six ways ‘til Sunday, every single day, babe. It’s my fault, not yours. My body just isn’t up to it, but believe me, my mind is willing!”

  Bastien’s mouth quirked upwards. “Really? You are not mad at me?”

  I had no words that could convince Bastien, so instead I kissed him. I used my lips and tongue to reassure him, until gradually his body relaxed into mine and he returned the kiss. We fell asleep wrapped around each other. My entire night was dreamless.

  13

  The following morning, after breakfast with the gang, we were on the forecourt of Greenall Manor about to get in the Range Rover to head off to my parents, when Izzy and Jason came to see us off.

  “Don’t let Gayle bully you into letting her take over. If you stand up to her from the off, she’ll know where she stands. Can’t say she won’t overstep her boundaries, but at least she’ll know you aren’t a pushover.” Izzy clapped Bastien on the back and smiled at him much as you would a lamb to the slaughter. Bastien knitted his brows.

  “Je ne comprends pas.” He looked rightfully confused by Izzy’s warning.

  “What my tactless boss is trying to say, Bas dear boy…” Jason rolled his eyes hard at Izzy, “is that Jewish mothers are horribly overbearing and insufferably nosy. However, if you get into Gayle’s good books, you’ll be coddled and indulged within an inch of your life.” Jason descended into peals of giggles. He repeated the whole thing in French, but poor Bastien still looked none the wiser.

  “Get in the car, baby. I’ll explain on the way.” I flipped off my two friends and tutted loudly at them. They laughed at me. Jason stuck his head in the car on Bastien’s side and in fluent French spoke to him at length, during which time my young man nodded a lot; bit on his lip; gasped, then giggled. I caught the odd word but the speed at which Jason regaled Bastien was too fast for me to follow. I was intrigued as to what the Good Lord was telling my young boyfriend, but I had the good grace not to ask.

  “Here Tal, let me help you in.” G offered me his arm and I
leaned heavily on it. I was so much better after another hot bath and plenty of rest, but still nowhere near back to normal. I appreciated the assistance. Bastien fussed over me and fixed my seatbelt. He had a few small pillows that he placed strategically around me to help prevent the impact of bumps along the way. I settled in and yawned. Even the smallest effort exhausted me.

  The car swayed slightly as the Twins got in the front, and then we were off. G & T chatted to Bastien along the way and the quiet murmur of their banter lulled me to sleep. I didn’t stir until we reached my parents’ home. Bastien peered out the window. He had a weird expression on his face that wasn’t quite nerves; to my shock, I realised he was excited.

  “Hey,” I croaked. I held out my hand and Bastien squeezed it. He was practically vibrating. “Remember, Gayle might not be too keen at first, but I promise she’ll love you as soon as she gets to know you. We’re a fairly traditional family – well, my parents and sister are anyway.”

  “You English have a weird saying, that my skin is thick, or something?” I laughed wanting to correct him, but it got lost in the whirlwind that was Gayle Roth.

  “Tally, bubbeleh, let me see you.” I rolled my eyes as the Range Rover door flew open and my mother launched herself at me.

  “Oof, Mum, get off me.” I fiddled with the seatbelt catch to try and escape. Bastien leaned across the seats and popped the button to free me. My mother gave him a cursory glance before trying to extricate me from the car. It was already too much. “Guys…” I needed help. G & T were out of the car, running around it to rescue me.

  “Let us help, Mrs Roth. Tal’s a big lad.” They took an arm of mine each, effectively dislodging her in the nicest possible way. She was left with no other course of action than to greet Bastien.

  “Madame Roth.” Oh, Bastien was laying it on thick. We all faltered at the richness of his tone and turned to witness the effect it had on my mother. With wide eyes, I watched as my lover took my mother’s hand, bringing it to his lips. “Enchante,” he murmured.

  “Oh my God,.” I huffed, there was no way Gayle was falling for this.

  “Well, er, hello, young man. Bastien, I presume?”

  I gaped. Who was this woman apparently reduced to a puddle of goo by a pretty face and a French accent!

  “Mais, oui.” He batted his eyelashes at her and blushed beautifully. What a fucking flirt.

  “Well, um,” Gayle cleared her throat, “do come in. I made lunch.”

  We all followed her up the garden path and into the house. The familiar smells assaulted my senses making me feel glad to be home. It offered a security that I hadn’t realised I needed. Damn Isadore Woolf for always being right.

  The kitchen table was a huge wooden slab atop chunky legs that took up most of the back room. My parents had recently re-done the living space to make the back part of the house an open plan cooking, eating, and living space. It was modern, yet still homely.

  “Bloody hell,” G blurted when he saw the feast laid out for us. I shrugged because it was nothing out of the norm.

  “Sit. Eat!” Gayle commanded. “I’ll get some cold drinks.”

  Over a deli lunch, Gayle grilled G, T and Bastien, so that when my Dad finally arrived to join us, she recounted everything she’d found out about them, which took a good twenty minutes. The boys looked amused and Bastien looked transfixed. My heart fluttered to see him in my home looking like he loved every minute so far. I stifled a yawn. The journey and lunch had really taken it out of me in my somewhat weakened state. Bastien side eyed me. He laid a hand on my thigh and twisted around to face me.

  “I’m ok,” I reassured him. I didn’t want my mother to make a fuss, but when I darted my eyes over to her, I was pleasantly surprised to find her expression was filled with loving approval. My boy had won her over effortlessly and I was so proud of him.

  Bastien leaned to whisper in my ear. “Where is our room, mon cher. I want you to rest.”

  I used the close proximity of his cheek as an opportunity to rest my lips on his cool skin. I inhaled his familiar scent and nodded. “You’re as bad as she is!” I joked. “I’m perfectly capable of taking myself off for a snooze, if I need one.”

  Gayle tutted. “Bubbeleh, you’re falling on your knees. Listen to Bastien. I made up your old room. For the both of you.” She blushed a little, but I appreciated the effort she was making because I knew it took a lot for her to tamper down her natural domineering nature and let Bastien take care of me.

  In the end, G & T helped me up the stairs to my bedroom. They got me settled and promised to return the following day to check on me. I mumbled my thanks as they bent to kiss me goodbye. Before they were even out of the door, I’d fallen asleep.

  The next couple of days were spent under the watchful eye of Gayle and her newest devotee, Bastien. Between the two of them I was fawned over and coddled back to health. Luckily, we had a wedding to attend this coming weekend, which meant they had to let me get up, get dressed and leave the house at some point soon. I had grooming to do and a dinner suit to fetch from my apartment.

  G & T had visited and I’d had calls from Izzy and Adam, Jason, Remi and Angel, Rob, Liam and Sanjay and even Ron. Izzy had informed me that Hayley had mysteriously vanished, but that G & T were trying to find her. He was more convinced than ever that she had been feeding Tolya information about me, which devastated him. Izzy was inconsolable which broke my heart. For all his arrogance and bluster, Isadore Woolf was fiercely loyal to his friends. When he loved it was unreserved which meant his protection extended to those of us in his inner circle. Adam confessed to me on the phone yesterday, that Izzy’s failing to keep me safe was crushing him with guilt.

  “What can I do?” I asked Adam. It was killing me that Izzy was distressed. It was nothing to do with him the choices that Hayley made.

  “I’ve been helping him…” Adam’s voice wobbled and he hastily cleared his throat to hide it, but I’d heard it.

  “Helping him? How?” I thought I had an inkling, but I wanted to hear it from Adam.

  He snorted. “Let’s just say I won’t be sitting without a cushion anytime soon.”

  I gasped audibly. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”

  Adam giggled. It was an incongruous sound coming from one so large. “Oh, please don’t apologise. You know I love it when Izzy gets all macho and shit. He beat the living daylights out of me and I haven’t come that hard in months. I should be thanking you.”

  I rolled my eyes. As long as I lived, I would never understand Adam’s desire for pain. He was such a gentle soul, but undoubtedly the kinkiest motherfucker I’d ever met. “Well, that’s as may be, but I still refuse to let Izzy take any blame for what happened to me. It was a series of unfortunate events, totally out of his control.”

  “You try telling him that,” Adam sighed.

  “We’ll see you at the wedding, won’t we? I believe Valerie and Jack are equally close to the groom’s family, as my parents are.”

  “Yeah, and my Mum and Dad will also be there.” Adam made a weird noise. He was clearly not looking forward to this any more than I was. Still, the thought of seeing us all decked out in penguin suits was quite exciting, which reminded me. “Gotta go; Myer should be here any minute for Bastien’s fitting.”

  I was excited to give Bastien this experience. Myer was a first-class tailor who I had hired to design and sew Bastien a dinner suit. After I had received my first big pay out from Doron, Izzy suggested I treat myself to a bespoke suit. He recommended Myer and the rest, as they say, is history. We have all benefitted from the man’s refined skill at producing garments that enhance our God given qualities to make us feel a million dollars when wearing them. Recently, Liam was telling me that his special ops squad had stayed at Greenall Manor where Myer had kitted them all out in new made to measure uniforms. It was something to do with boosting the profile of the London Met by making their team Instagram worthy. I had seen Liam and Rob in their new garb and they are a worthy testament
to Myer’s expertise.

  The doorbell rang and I hurried to the door to greet him. My movements were almost pain free now, so much so, that I looked forward to getting back in the gym.

  “Mr Roth!” Myer exclaimed warmly as I led him to the back room. “You look to be in excellent health, thank God.” It was no surprise that everyone had heard about my attack.

  “Yes, Myer, but thank Izzy first!”

  “Ah, the infamous Mr Woolf, of course.” Myer and Izzy were old friends, and it was clear from the old man’s expression that he was rather fond of him.

  Bastien was waiting patiently at the kitchen table. He smiled nervously at us. “This is your young man?” Myer asked.

  “He is indeed. Bastien meet Myer.” They shook hands. Myer cocked his head looking thoughtful.

  “Midnight blue. To compliment this exquisite colour.” Myer lifted the ends of Bastien’s hair. “You can see it is so dark, that the black shines with a blue tinge.” Bastien’s cheeks heated and he lowered his eyes. Myer tutted. “No, no, no.” He lifted Bastien’s face upwards. “I need to see what I am working with, boychick. Don’t hide from me.” Myer winked at Bastien who giggled nervously, but he looked a little more relaxed. I was filled with warmth. Izzy was a master at many things including finding people who brought out the best in others. Myer was such a person, both with his art at creating incredible fitting clothes, coupled with his grandfatherly manner.

  The afternoon passed pleasantly with Myer taking Bastien’s measurements, followed by them pouring over swatches of material in order to find the right one. Bastien asked Myer a million questions of which I understood very little, to do with the cut of the suit; the lay of the fabric; how the stitches would look and what kind he would use. Question after question, which Myer patiently answered. I was stunned that Bastien took such an interest in something that seemed rather banal to me. I coveted the end product; who the hell cared about the rest? Bastien apparently.