Boomer

I run out of the house, hating to leave, but if I stayed things would have gotten more intense than she’s ready for. Besides, I’m ready to fuck a little punk up. The bastard had a busted lip and apparently trashed the apartment. It makes me wonder why she waited outside for me. Warm or not, she made it so that I wouldn’t go inside.

I head to the strip mall on the other side of town, meeting the lawyer and potential renter. “Hello, I’m Garrett Steele.”

“Hi, I’m Penny Banks.” I arch my brow at the name.

“I know. It’s something my parents thought was cute,” she smiles coquettishly at me. I can’t tell if she’s being flirtatious or just a bubbly person. I don’t care for women who do the former with me.

“Yes, well. Let’s go in and you can take a look around.”

“Mr. Steele, I’d like this to be a bakery.”

“Good, we don’t have one here. It’s definitely something we could use.” I lead them into the empty building.

“We’ve looked up the deal if we move here. Why is it so generous?” her lawyer asks.

“Because I want this town to prosper. The more businesses we get, and if they thrive, more people will want to live here.”

“That’s sound advice,” an older man says, walking up to us.

“Daddy, you said I could do this by myself.” I look at the man. He’s huge and under the cut of his fancy suit, several tats are visible.

“Yes, that was until I looked up the Steele brothers.”

“Wow, that’s insulting. What’s that supposed to mean, Mr. Banks?”

“It means you both look too buff and my girl is young and beautiful.”

“You’ve got nothing to worry about on my end. I can’t speak for my brother, but I’ve got a woman and have no interest in anyone else.”

“That’s good. Now, let’s talk shop.” By the end of the meeting, I liked them both. He’s a tough and cynical businessman, but he seems like a genuine dude. We plan to sit down next week and sign the contracts. I have to get my lawyer to handle the details.

I finally drive back to the house and get inside to see Jackson chatting with Crystal. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Damn, bro. Chill out. I came down with Rico,” he says with a wink.

I walk up to my woman, possessively wanting to kiss her, but I’m not going to make our first one out of jealousy.

“So, what the hell are you doing here?”

“I had to meet the lovely Crystal. Damn, you did good, brother.” He gives her a sensuous smile and I want to drop him.

“Get the fuck out,” I growl.

“After he eats. Don’t be a jerk, Boomer,” she says, slapping my arm, then walking into the kitchen in a pair of shorts and a very snug t-shirt. Once she crosses that door, I punch Jackson in the gut.

“Keep your eyes off her.”

He grunts then gets up. “That’s fine, bro. But you didn’t say shit about my hands. Suddenly, I’m blind.” He starts walking forward with his hands out and eyes closed feeling around. I stick out a foot, letting him trip. “Asshole.”

I push open the kitchen door to see my wife-to-be looking sexy as fuck, cooking in my kitchen. “Tigress, you look so damn fuckable.”

“I take it you missed me.” A slight blush covers her face as she tries to focus on chopping carrots.

“I missed you like crazy.” I close the gap between us, pulling her up against my body. I brush back a few hairs that fell around her face. “I need this.” I lean down and take her mouth. It’s a soft kiss. I push for a little more, parting her lips with my tongue. We both moan as hers dances with mine. Fuck, I can feel the need take it farther, so I push away.

“That shit was hot,” Jackson says, leaning next to the kitchen door with his arms loosely crossed.

“Damn, do I need to knock you the fuck out?” I snarl at him. I swear if he wasn’t my real brother, I would have decked him already.

“Chill out, I’d like to get my food,” he says, throwing his arms up in surrender.

“Do you need any help, Tigress?” I ask, rubbing her arms.

“No, go relax and I’ll be done in ten minutes.”

“Fantastic,” I say, tipping her chin up and giving her a quick peck.

“Need a beer?” Jackson asks.

“Sure.” He grabs one and hands it over before taking another for himself.

“So how was the meeting with Ms. Banks?” he asks. I see that Crystal has stopped chopping but then continues. I know where that pretty mind is going, but I’m all business.

“It went well. Her lawyer and father were there too and wanted to oversee the meeting.”

“What was it for? I mean, sorry. It’s not my business.” She goes back to cutting, but I can’t have that. She deserves to know I’m all in on this.

I walk up to her, pressing my hand on the back of hers, halting the chopping. I pull it away and turn her around to face me. “It was what we talked about. She wants to rent the storefront and open a bakery.”

“You don’t already have one?” she asks, taking a bite of a carrot while she’s cooking.

“No. It’s probably why she wanted to open in Steeleville. Sounds like she’s done her homework, her dad too. He thought you’d be after her, Jackson.”

“Why would I?”

“Well, either of us. He saw our mugs online and got a bit worried. I explained that I’m taken and you’re gay.”

“You fucking didn’t, did you?”

“No, but damn, you act like you’ve met the girl.”

“I haven’t, but you can’t ruin a guy’s chances, or he may just take yours.”

“Bro, don’t get cut.” I hold the knife, stabbing into the cutting board and stare my brother down. He throws his hands up and backs away.

“I’m getting the plates. You two behave.”

“I will if he does,” I grumble.

She snatches the knife away and glares at me.

“Well, there’s plenty more where those came from,” I mutter. She tosses me a look that says I’m pushing it. And all I want to do is to show her how repentant I am. I’d like to kneel before her and part her thighs. Fuck, I’m getting hard just standing here thinking about what I want to do to her.

“So, there’s just the three of you, right?”

“Yes, our parents OD’d a few years back. We’ve had custody of Morgan since.”

“Well, mostly you raised her, Jack. I was working on my company full-time.”

“That’s wonderful. She really loves you both.”

“What about your family?”

“My parents live and work in Tennessee. I have two older brothers, Daniel Jr. and Mike, and one younger sister, Sophia. My brothers are MMA fighters and twins. We’re all still single and my parents are hoping that changes soon. They want grandbabies.”

“Well, we’ll be working on that,” I say, leaving her mouth gaping open. God, I want to fucking slip my dick between those large lips. I moan at the thought and out of the corner of my eye, see Jackson shaking his head. I focus back on my plate which is empty. I’d been so engrossed in her that I didn’t even realize I ate all my food.

“There’s a new crime show on Investigation Discovery, let’s watch it,” Jackson says.

“Yay, I love that channel,” Crystal says. Shit, I hope she falls asleep soon because we’re having a Church session in a couple hours.

Jackson sits on one end of the couch and we cozy up on the other. And fuck if I don’t want to move. I’ve got my arm around her, letting her rest her head on my chest. It feels right, except for my jackass brother. Well, I better get used to it because one day we’ll have a house full of kids that will limit romantic moments.

An hour later, I tap Jackson to see if she’s asleep. He gives me a nod. I kiss the top of her head then slide out from under her. Once I’m standing, I scoop her up and carry her to our bed. “What’s going on?” she murmurs, shocked awake.

“You fell asleep. I’m taking you to bed.”

“Okay. Good night, Garrett,” she sleepily whispers as I cover her with the blanket. I freeze. Hearing her say my name sends my chest pounding. I don’t want to leave. Shit. I have to deal with her roommate. Things were thrown around and broken glass was scattered. I need to have a few words with him and teach him a lesson. She didn’t look injured at all, so I know he hadn’t touched her. Maybe she lost her shit, but I don’t think that was true.

We get to work. I enter a special room meant for just such a moment, Jackson is behind me and my crew falls in line after him. “What do we have here?” They tied the fucker to a chair. I smile because it looks like he has more than a busted lip, and I’m betting it came from the guys. I pull up a chair, spin it around, and straddle the metal fucker. This guy and I need to have a few important moments. See, he got close enough for my girl to pop him in the mouth. Why is that?

“We’ve got a problem, Corey. It’s Corey, isn’t it?” I ask.

He has an air of confidence that pisses me off. As far as I know, he hasn’t done anything to be buried for, but what he says determines how he gets out of here.

“What the hell is going on here? I didn’t do shit. She’s crazy,” he roars.

“Really? Is she the one who destroyed all that shit in the apartment?” I ask, grabbing him by the hair when he doesn’t answer. I slam his head back. “I asked you a fucking question.”

“Most of it. I threw some shit after she left. Whatever she said, it’s bullshit.”

“Watch your mouth,” Jackson warns him.

“That bitch is crazy.” I shut it for him with one punch to his face. I warned him.

“If you’re smart, you’ll shut the fuck up. If not, we’ll do it for you.”

“Fine.” I flick him in the forehead because really, I don’t feel like adding to the body count so soon, plus, if there are cameras in that building, they saw my people leave with him. I know Cyber will have taken care of it, but I’m going to let the bitch go for now.

“Drop him off in the alley by his apartment.” I direct my next words to him. “If you come anywhere near her again, I will kill you. Are we fucking clear?”

“Yeah,” he stammers. He’s pissed his pants and it could be because my words mixed with Blade twisting his knife against the table right next to Corey boy.

“I’ve got to go home to my woman. Make sure he’s good, Doc. I can’t have his little bitch ass bleeding all over my ride.” The fact that I have someone still surprises them. We didn’t talk about it because I’m not ready to share her with anyone else. My time is already limited. I didn’t even want a chance for them to steal her from me. It’s pathetic, but the way I feel about her changed me. I didn’t mind being alone until I met her. Now there’s no going back. It’s only a matter of getting her to stay.

When I get back to the house, the three prospects I had watching the property told me there was no movement inside. After sending them off, I went in to see my woman. I stop in the bathroom and wash up before taking off my shirt and walking out with just my boxers on. Quietly, I sneak under the covers and wrap my arms around her. She moans, nestling herself into me and I fall fast asleep.