Wilfrid closed the accounting book on his desk. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. The deep breaths he had been taking were doing nothing to calm his nerves. That fucking woman was messing up everything that he had built.
He slammed his fist against the desk and pulled on his chin in frustration. All of his plans had been shot to hell—one after another. He was too damned old to start over again. The thought of being tossed out on his ass wasn’t one that he was willing to entertain either. Even his idea of marrying off his daughters wasn’t yielding the outcome he had hoped for.
Getting to his feet, he opened his office’s door and shouted something to the dim-witted woman he’d paid to be his secretary. He flopped down in his chair as he waited. He needed his help. He knew that the boy could help him. All he had to do was make it worth his wild, and he was willing to do anything to get him on his side. Wilfrid was beyond the point of trying to play the big man in town. His head was on the chopping block. He would beg and suck dick if that was what it took.
His eyes lit up at the sight of the young man. He waved him in and told him to shut the door behind him. From the second he saw him three years ago, he knew that Forrester was more than what he let on. The boy was too damned smart. He could fix anything. He was as strong as an ox and as patient as a turtle. He was proof of the fact that shitty things happened to good people. His lack of family fortune had put him on a path that he never should have been on.
Despite that fact, the boy had a keen understanding of the world around him. That gave him the strength not to allow the woes of the past screw up his life. That was what had happened to most the men in his family. None of them could get over what they used to have, what they should’ve had, and ended up drinking themselves to death. The castle that sat up on the hill was a constant reminder of the wealth that was lost.
“How’s it going out there?”
Forrester tugged off his gloves, leaned forward, and placed them in his back pocket.
“It’s hot as hell, but what’s new?”
“Aye, aye.” Wilfrid laughed. “Um … Thank you for the win last night by the way. We were all very entertained.”
“We?”
“Oh, Olivia and me. The girl has a thing for—”
“Ah, that,” said Forrester, cutting him off. “I don’t want her coming to my fights.”
Wilfrid’s eyebrow went up due to his comment. His heart rate picked up at the possibility that he might have been dangling the worm in front of the wrong fish.
“So, you’re the reason for her newfound interest in the fight club,” the old man spoke slowly.
“You need to talk to her. Olivia is way too curious for her own good. Especially if you want her to make a good match with Aiden.”
Forrester held his breath to see what her father’s response would be. He kept the sly smirk from his face when Wilfrid shrugged his beefy shoulders. He swallowed down his anger. The man didn’t give a rat’s ass about his girls.
“Does that mean you don’t care if I fuck your daughter?” Forrester was never one to beat around the bush. He knew why the man had called him in the office. He was aware that he had the upper hand.
“I’ve never promised Aiden anything.”
“Thankfully, I haven’t taken things that far. Anyway, I don’t have enough money for her.” Forrester scoffed with a deep eye roll.
Wilfrid tossed back his head in laughter. “Is that what the cailín said?” Sobering up, he smirked, “Some things are inherited, but we both know that isn’t true.”
Forrester lowered his gaze. “Oh, what do we know?”
“I know you don’t have to work here. I know you were given that boat house for a reason. I know who your sister, Niamh, is married to. I know you use his name to invest in dealings. Wh … why you looking at me like that?”
Forrester narrowed his gaze in deep thought. “I’m just trying to see if it would be wise to let a man live when he seems to know so much,” he growled.
The man tossed up his hands. “Hey now! I’m not trying to trap you. All I want is some of the action. It can be good for us both,” promised Wilfrid.
“They’re my toes that are in the water. I’m not doing all the shit Foalan is into,” explained Forrester.
“But you can! You’re smarter than that arsehole. Sooner or later, he’s going to get a bullet, but you can make it. And this…” he paused to wave his hand. “Can be just one of the ways to hide it all.”
“The business that you’re leaving to your dumbass son?”
Wilfrid lowered his head.
“Yeah. Olivia told me that you intended to leave it to him instead of the promise you made. Now, that’s a reason to not trust your two-faced arse. You must think I’m fuckin’ delph.”
Wilfrid shifted in his seat. He knew that the boy’s Irish accent came on thick when he was pissed.
“I … I didn’t have a way to explain it, but if you were to marry Olivia.”
“Huh. Not that fool’s errand again. You’ve ruined the girl by giving in to her every wish. I need a fuckin’ woman—not a spoiled girl.”
“Then break her! I don’t give a fuck what you do,” her father’s voice thundered.
Forrester was stuck by the fierceness in the man’s reaction.
“Don’t tell me you don’t have feelings for her. No man would be here asking for a willing woman to be kept away. I damn sure can see that she wants you. She barely talks to Aiden now,” the old man pressed.
Damn it. It was true. That damn girl had done something to him. Even now, he felt his body come alive as thoughts of the night before came flooding back. She had gotten under his skin way before then if he was honest with himself. He knew that was the reason why he hadn’t given her what she really wanted. He could see that she was falling for him, but she wasn’t the only one.
That night when he had gotten sour over the fact that she hadn’t shown up at the tavern to harasses him as she had done nightly, he knew. He had grown accustomed to her laugh and their talks. When she had expressed her wishes to marry him, if the situation were more to her, it was like a punch in the gut. This mind had become flooded with possibilities.
“What is this all about? Tell me why you’re trying to sell your daughter!” he fumed.
Wilfrid didn’t even blink at his demand. He was trying to keep his ship from sinking. He opened the book and twirled it around for Forrester to see.
“I know you can see what’s happening here. I can’t keep up.”
“Aye, your equipment is out-dated. You need to bring in machines, train the men, and hire more. If you expand, not only would you make money, but the town would too, which breeds loyalty,” explained Forrester, closing the ledger.
Wilfrid stared at the young man in awe. Anyone that underestimated him was a damned fool. There was a keenness behind his blue eyes and dirty face that was shocking to behold. He played the slow, poor idiot well.
Forrester sighed. He ran his open palm down his face. He suddenly felt tired. If he went along with what the man was asking, there would be no turning back. He would be playing right into the hand of his brother-in-law.
His sister had gotten him the boathouse as a way for him to make some money without having to get knocked in the head while fighting to make it. All he had to do was collect the drugs that were being brought in and deliver them. He then took that money and made his own investments instead of wasting it on drinks and women.
However, Foalan didn’t trust the man that was selling on his behalf. He wanted to bring Forrester in to oversee and expand his reach. He felt the weight of his decision. If he said no, then the town would be losing another factory. If he answered yes and joined Foalan’s world, not only would he have the money to invest in Wilfrid’s failed business but…
I can have her. No more holding back. I can finally go balls deep in that wet pussy.
“What about Aiden?” he asked, cutting into his own lustful thoughts.
He wanted to wring her father’s neck at the bright grin that came upon his face. The man was excited to see that Forrester was willing to become the man he had been trying to refine from.
“You know the best way to stop a woman from marrying.”
Forrester didn’t need to ask for a deeper explanation. Wilfrid leaned over the desk with his hand open.
“I’m in debt to you, son. We all are.”
“I don’t do word of mouth. Have the papers drawn up by the end of the week. Make my sister, Niamh, part owner, too. I want her to have something of her own just in case.”
Once again, Wilfrid was dumbstruck by the young man’s actions.
Forrester nodded before he got up. Pausing at the door, he added, “Don’t tell Olivia a thing. We’ll be married by the end of the month.”
“So, the breaking begins.” Her father chuckled.
Even with the loud noise in the pub, Olivia was only focused on one person. She gazed almost unblinkingly at Forrester. She had followed him from the fight club to this place. She had gotten them a table and waited for him to come take a seat just like he had two days before. However, that night was different.
Instead, he gave her a wicked grin before he slipped his hand around another female. He held the pretty woman close to his side as he spoke to her. He had completely ignored her. In that instant, she felt dumb and young. The woman that he was with was breathtakingly beautiful with her brown hair and curves.
That was not how she had envisioned her night. She had been so excited as she picked out her outfit. She had brought a tight, short dress that made eyebrows raise with him in mind. She had even snuck off to buy a sexy bra and underwear combo for the evening. The butterflies had become waves that constantly fluttered as the hours passed ‘til the fights began.
She had sat and watched Forrester demolish the competition. She had been so proud knowing the secret that they shared. She longed to be at his side to congratulate him—only for him to overlook her as if she was nothing. She shook her head while she sipped her beer.
“You look bad, cailín.”
She glanced up to find Colin leaning on the chair across from her.
“Why didn’t you get in the ring?”
He didn’t press her. They both knew what her sour face was all about. He had come over because he was pissed at his cousin for what he was doing to her.
“I needed a day off from getting knocked around.” He shrugged before taking a seat.
“You don’t have to sit with me. After I’m done, I’m going home.”
“I’m not here for pity. I’m here ‘cause that damned girl’s cackling is getting on my nerves,” he admitted.
Olivia glanced around him to have a look at Forrester and the girl in question.
“Isn’t she kinda old for him?” she asked, wrinkling her nose.
“There’s no need to be petty, but yes. He gets all ages.” He chuckled.
He caught the flicker of pain in her eyes before she turned away. He slammed his mug of thick ale on the table.
“Why the hell did you chase him anyway? I thought you all but said, I do, to what’s his face.”
“Aiden.”
“Aye, that sorry fuck.”
She shook her head. “I should have listened to my sis.”
“She is a smart one.”
She was so focused on herself that she didn’t notice the smile on his face when he spoke of her sister.
“He’s exciting,” she breathed out. “He’s nothing like my soon to be,” she finished in a pout.
“Well, he’s too poor for you, right?”
Colin watched the sadness deepen on her face due to his comment. There was a battle behind her emerald eyes of what she desired and what she loved.
“Yeah, well … that’s a part of growing up: knowing what you can and can’t have. He obviously wants her,” she grumbled with a wave of her hand.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” he mumbled. “Why don’t you go over there? You know— sway your hips and bat your lashes. Shit, I don’t know.”
Olivia stared at him as if he was crazy. “First off, I’m not going to make myself feel worse when he continues to ignore me. Second, that girl can kick my ass,” she pointed out wide-eyed.
Colin turned around to look over his shoulder at the table he had left behind. He had caught Forrester’s angry gaze before he sized up the girl that was hanging all over him. He considered the outcome of a hand to hand. He had to admit that Olivia may have gotten her ass beat if she stepped to the girl. The chick was a full head taller than her and had more weight on her.
“Well, a woman shouldn’t have to fight for a man,” he shrugged. He lowered his eyes back to his ale.
She knew he had said that to try to sooth her already gaping wound. Olivia tossed back the remains of her beer.
“I’ll see you around.” She smiled, getting to her feet.
“Where the hell did you get that?” he shrieked.
He had been admiring the tight sweater top with its wide neck that hung low on her shoulders. However, he had no idea it was an actual dress that stopped mid-thigh until she stood up. It hugged her in all the right places. Her breasts looked like two firm melons. His eyes went to her round ass. She glanced down at Colin’s shocked, upturned face as his eyes roamed over her form.
She tugged on the hem of the tight dress. “I picked it out today.”
Colin’s hand went to cover his mouth. “I didn’t know you had so many curves, cailín.” He whistled.
She realized that he wasn’t the only one in awe. She felt the heat of Forrester’s eyes on her before she looked over at his table. He pinned her with his narrowed gaze. She could see him working his jaw in anger. The fact that she had managed to piss him off made her mood lighten a bit.
“If you aren’t going to leave, then you need to sit back down,” warned Colin as he reached for her hand.
“No, I’m going after I have another drink.” She smirked.
She chuckled at the shouting of Colin for her to rethink that. Like magic, the men began to part for her to pass by. Before, she had dissed them because her mind had been focused on the arrival of one man. However, now that he had made his choice, fuck him, she thought. He wasn’t the only handsome man around, and she was sure the others wouldn’t put up a fight to give her what she sought for.
“Another beer,” she ordered.
She saw the fear come over the bartender’s face as he stared over her head.
“No,” the man replied.
Forrester had told himself while he walked up behind her that he wouldn’t touch her. He had repeated to himself over and over that he would tell her to go home and nothing more. So, why in hell was his arm snaking around her waist? Why was he pulling her soft body against his? Why was he breathing in her scent of raspberries and honeysuckle? He placed the three empty mugs on the countertop and felt her body relax into his.
“That dress shouldn’t be mass consumption,” he whispered in her ear.
“I wore it for you, but I see it wasn’t enough to hold your attention.”
He heard the sarcasm in her voice and something else.
“Oh, you have my attention, Olivia. You never lost it,” he mumbled, pulling her tighter into his body.
She felt the evidence of his words pressing into her ass cheeks. Slowly, she turned in his arms.
“Then why the girl?”
His eyebrow raised. “I wanted to see your reaction. I wanted to see if you would fight for what you want.”
“That’s the same thing Colin said.” She frowned.
Forrester traced her bottom lip with his thumb. He knew that, although the noise hadn’t lessened in the pub, all eyes were watching.
“Am I what you want, Olivia?”
Fuck, yes! the voice in her mind shouted out. He was all she could see. His dark hair was piled high upon his head in a messy bun. She was drowning in the crystal blue pools of his eyes.
“Yes,” she breathed out, swaying on her feet.
“Then I’ll fight for you,” he whispered.
He lowered his lips to hers. In an instant, she felt her toes curl under the force of his slow, mind-blowing kiss. She was lost. She knew she was ruined. He hadn’t even completely made her a woman, but she knew he would always and forever hold the title of Master Lover. When he finally removed his lips, Olivia was panting.
“I’m going to take you to my place and make love to you,” he spoke low into her mouth.
Everyone watched with knowing expressions as he took her hand to leave the pub. Neither one spoke while on the short walk to his place. Upon entering, he closed the door. The sound of the lock falling into place was like the end of a chapter of her life closing. He took his time as he undressed her. He kissed and licked every part of her body as he exposed it to his heated eyes. Forrester didn’t have to prime Olivia. By the time she was nude, and he had undressed, she was trying to mount him.
“What did I say to you, Pet? When you are with me—”
“You are in control,” she finished.
Forrester ignored her moans and cries for her torture to end while he tasted, sucked, and fingered her, bringing her to rupture, time and time again.
“Please. Please, let me touch you,” she begged.
He covered her with his body. She locked her legs around his waist and marveled at how good he felt on top of her.
“Do you honestly think you can give all this up?” he questioned.
With heavy eyes, she looked longingly into his handsome face over hers. She chewed her lip as sadness overtook her.
“It will be hard; I won’t lie.”
“But?”
“I don’t want to think about it. Please, don’t make me.”
Something odd had passed behind his eyes before he positioned himself against her wet pussy.
“I’m willing to do what it takes if you won’t,” promised Forrester. “I can’t live without you, cailín.”
Olivia’s nails bit into his massive shoulders when he began to penetrate her. Inch by slow inch, he thrust forward.
“Lord, have mercy.” He groaned as he fought the urge to bury himself to the hilt. “Just a little more. I’m almost—”
She didn’t want to wait. She had waited long enough to finally get to this point. She was delirious. She was striving to feel him—to have him. She was clumsy in her action, but it brought her the same result. Olivia lifted her hips and forced the rest of his throbbing dick to sink inside of her.
“No!” she shouted, pressing down on his ass in an attempt to keep him from withdrawing.
She rotated her hips, and he was lost in bliss. She was so fuckin’ tight. So hot. And so damned wet. He leaned into her pussy and went even deeper. They both moaned.
“I’m ready. Move. Fuck me! Do something,” she pleaded.
He watched her eyes close as he began to give her want she had been asking for. He started slow, but that didn’t last. He fucked her hard. Forrester brought her legs to his shoulders, rolled her up, and went to town. His grunts and groans had mixed with her cries and moans that vibrated throughout the room. Hearing the bed begin to protest, he picked her up, put her on all fours on the floor, and thrust into her from behind.
“Oh, shit! Oh, shit, you’re so fuckin’ deep,” she called out before he felt the walls of her pussy contract followed by another gush of her nectar to cover his dick and balls.
He slowed his pace to enjoy the sensation before he started up again. He brought her to climax three more times on the floor and the table before he was ready to let her sleep.
“Look at me. That’s it. I want you to see what you do to me,” he hissed.
Forrester rotated his hips as moisture covered both of their bodies. He had planned to pump her pussy fast until he came, but he changed his mind. Instead, his thrusts turned long and slow. Her body rose and fell in time with his. Their eyes locked while he spoke words of lust and love until she felt his large cock jerk inside of her. Her eyes widened in shock at the searing surge of his hot cum filling her.