Dauntless (The LockDown Series Book 2) (36 page)

“Ahh, Ahh, Ahh fuck, coming baby, I’m coming.” Oh god, my whole world turns into a technicolor rainbow, sparks flying from every imaginable direction. My pussy is convulsing as if having a seizure, my body is tensing and relaxing all at the same time. The most exquisite feeling radiates through my body as I continue to feel the slams as Ant penetrates my pussy.

“FUCK, BABY!” he moans aloud as he rams me once more, painfully smashing my cervix with the head of his monstrous cock. His cum spurts into me powerfully, smothering my entire sex in the stuff, it feels amazing, out of this world.

“Ant, Jesus baby, how much?” I giggle quietly as he continues to release inside of me.

“All for you, baby,” he tells me. I hope he is telling the truth, I can’t bear for this to have all been another delusional fantasy.

“I love you,” I say quietly, I never stopped, I couldn’t. He is everything to me. He has consumed my dreams and my life for the past five years, wanting to know what he is doing, what he looks like, if he sounds the same, if he slurps his spaghetti the same way he always had.

Get a grip George.

“I can’t love you baby, it’s not right,” he tells me and it confuses the hell out of me, as well as pissing me off.

“Can’t or won’t?” I ask him staring angrily into his eyes. “She isn’t the only person you can love, Ant,” I tell him, aiming my dig at Abbi.

“George, please don’t push this. I told you, it can’t happen,” he begs me. If he loves me, why can’t it happen? Surely my fucking brothers will understand we want to be together, I’m not seventeen anymore.

“Just tell me Antonio, do you fucking love me or not? Or is it always going to be Abbi?” I shout a little too loudly.

He turns his head away, looking towards the wall. I clasp his chin and force his face to mine. “Tell me,” I command him. There is a need inside me that is building dangerously. I know if he refuses me, I am going to break down like a stupid needy teenager.

“Five fucking years I’ve been waiting on you, Ant. I’ve loved you that long, thinking about you, wanting you. My mum died and all I wanted was you. To hold me and tell me it was okay. I finally get you, but my arsehole brother tells you to stay away so what do you do, you follow his tail like a lost fucking sheep. You told me you fucking loved me Ant, five years ago you told me you loved me. Be a fucking man for once, would you.” I shout in his face and then manoeuvre myself from under him, his dick sliding from me, now flaccid and wet.

I climb from the bed, storming across the room to the en-suite. I slam the door closed behind me, running the shower then climbing in. “FUCK!” I shout under the bellowing steam and water. I want to punch the tiles, it is a strong fucking need, but I don’t want to bust my hand up, that, I’ll do on his face.

I brush my hair back into the water, soaking it. The warmth is helping heat the chilled interior I now feel as rejection takes form inside of me.

A few minutes later I jump out of my skin, sliding on the tiled floor and nearly falling over. Strong arms surround me, lifting me to my feet safely. “Georgia, baby, I didn’t say I didn’t love you. Fucking hell woman, I’ve loved you just as long, but it’s been years. I can’t hurt you, because I can guarantee I would Angel,” he whispers from behind, pulling my naked wet body to his. He isn’t hard, just muscle and soft skin welcoming me.

“Then please, just love me Ant. All I ever wanted was you. I can work my brother around,” I beg, closing my eyes to stop the tears from falling. It feels like we are bloody breaking up, my heart hurts that much, but we aren’t even together.

“Just give me time okay. I need to sort things out in my head. A lot has happened baby, and I can’t get you caught up in all my shit.” He kisses my hair, holding me to him, with his arms across my belly. I lean my head back onto his hard chest. He is so fricking tall at six and half feet and then me, a tiny five foot two.

“Okay, I can wait,” I tell him, trying to reassure myself that the possibility of us is still there.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Now, let me wash me off of you.” That is the last thing I want, I want to smell him on me for eternity.

“Okay,” I say as he lathers his hands in soap and starts to rub my entire body; every little bit of me, scrubbed and cleaned. Strawberries and cherries fumigate the air.

“Thank you,” I speak quietly through the water.

“What for princess?” he asks me, just holding me in the shower.

“For giving me hope. My life has been crap for years now. My brothers not talking, my parents dying and now all this crap at home, it’s nice to just have some hope in life. The only joy and hope I’ve seen in life is from that little boy, but he’ll be going now, to live with Leighton.” I place my arms atop his, holding him to me.

“I love you, Georgia, always have and I think I always will, just know that angel. I just have things to work through and I promise I’ll try and make myself yours.” I begin to cry, it is embarrassing and childish, but everything that has happened in the last three days takes its toll. They are happy tears and sad tears. My life is changing direction, taking a new path.

I don’t want to go home, my heart isn’t there. Here, with my oldest brother, my niece, my nephew and the man I love. That’s truly were my home is.

“I love you too. I’ll wait forever and a day if I have to.” I turn my head around and look into his face. He lifts a finger and wipes away a stray tear, then leans down and kisses my lips softly, no tongue, no hunger, just soft, beautiful and loving.

HOME, I am here to stay.

It is June; the sun is shining and not a cloud in the sky. Best of all, today is the day. Today is
the
day I marry my beautiful woman. Abigail will soon be my wife, my Abigail Lock.

“Bro, you ready?” Scott asks me. He is smoothing down his own suit. All of my men are going to be involved. I don’t care that I have seven groomsmen plus my best man, Antonio, by my side. Abigail has her best friend Maria, now enormous in size as those twins push her tiny little body out, and then my sister, Georgia, who I thank God for bringing back to me. Brandon’s wife is also part of our wedding party, having made an excellent impression on Abbi. Debbie should have been here today, but after I had thrown the bitch to the curb, I haven’t seen or heard from her, and for all I know Antonio hasn’t either. All we do know is the baby is healthy and will be born around the end of October.

“I was born ready for this," I tell them all as they slip their corsage flowers into their pockets.

“I can’t believe in less than an hour, my man’s gonna be married. Jesus, when did we all grow the fuck up ay?” Ant says as he rounds me and gives me a man hug, pulling me into him hard and patting my back.

The last few months have been hard on my best friend. Abigail had told me what happened between the two of them when I left the room. I had deliberately left, leaving him to work through his anger, hurt and upset with my fiancée, he needed that. She has also told me how he admitted he loved her. I felt so bad for him, heartbroken because I know Abbi will never return the amount of love, or the same level of love he needs. I’m not stupid though, I have seen how close he is with Georgia, how his eyes follow everything she does, how his eyes light up when she laughs, how he will sit and stare endlessly at her. It is rather sickening and I just wish the bastard would talk to me, instead of being a fucking pussy about it.

I know I drove them apart before, but she was seventeen for god’s sake, just a kid. She wasn’t prepared or capable of handling a relationship with Ant, but she’s a grown woman now, older than my own fiancée, she can make her own mind up.

It is clear as shit that he loves my sister, he always has. It had hurt me to break them apart when we were younger; my sister really didn’t need to be involved in the kind of lifestyle the pair of us were living, and when my mum died, Ant followed me to hunt for my arsehole sperm donor.

“Ant, mate, I’m okay with it, you know,” I tell him. I can’t think of a more decent man than him for my baby sister. Sure, I’ll miss him and his roll in my relationship, I know Abbi will miss him too, but I have to let him move on and be loved the way he deserves.

“Thanks.” He smiles shyly at me. We are almost whispering so the others can’t hear.

“Do you love her? Like really love her like I do Abbi?” I ask him. I don’t really need clarification, but it would be nice to see it in his face.

A smile spreads from cheek to cheek and his brown eyes sparkle. He nods his answer, no words required.

“I’m happy for you mate, just know though, if you break her heart, I’ll break you. Take care of her,” I warn him, before pulling him into a hug and patting his back hard.

“Let’s get this show on the road,” the twins both say as they re-enter the room. “Abbi is ready, so get your arse downstairs Leigh,” they tell me and we all laugh aloud.

I breathe out a breath, feeling slightly nervous. “Let’s do this!”

I’m stood at the altar, in the paved area outside the ballroom. An arch over my head has stunning flowers weaved around every pole. A beautiful aisle, with white cloth down the middle of two blocks of intricate chairs, leads inside the ballroom where I know my soon to be wife will be walking down.

“Breathe,” Antonio tells me as he stands to my right, his hands placed neatly in front of him.

“I’m trying,” I tell him, laughing nervously, my tension kicking up a notch.

My heart stutters as I hear the music begin to play, the little classical band to the right of Antonio harmonising a beautiful blend of string instruments.

“It’s time,” Ant whispers in my ear and I think I might just shit a brick right about now. I breathe in deep, trying to relax; I turn my head over my shoulder and watch as my men walk down the aisle with the women. Brad and Luke, Georgia with Scott, Ant’s eyes glaring him down as Scott’s arm rests on my sisters, my brother and his wife, and finally Nate and Abbi’s best friend Thomas, holding my beautiful daughter, Joe in front of them walking down the aisle holding the rings on a beautiful little cushion. They all reach the end where I stand, parting their separate ways for their place during the ceremony. Nate and Tom bring me Melissa so I can give her a quick kiss on her rosy cheek. She is wearing a beautiful, pale blue dress that matches in colour to the slim fitted bridesmaid dresses.

Joe passes the rings to Ant to hold, taking his place next to me as well. I want him here with me, supporting me. We have become so close over the last few months, a real strong bond. He is excelling at school, so bloody intelligent that he puts me to shame. I am so happy I have him back, to finally be able to give him the dad he deserves.

I give Melissa back to her uncles and prepare myself for the sight of the next girl to walk down that aisle. My heart rate spikes and the muscle itself pounds beneath my ribcage, as I hear the beautiful violins and other instruments begin ‘the wedding march’.

I feel myself leave my body, my spirit rising from within and floating. I soar above myself, watching as an outsider as my bride walks down that aisle, her father, Carl, on her arm. Both of their faces are pictures of perfection. Her smile can’t be any wider and his couldn’t have been prouder.

My heart swells inside me, almost exploding out of my chest as she nears me, kissing her dads cheek before he hands her to me. I want to kiss her now, hard and deep, to consume her entire being as she has done with mine. I restrain myself, shaking my soon to be father-in-law’s hand as he places her hand into mine.

She looks breathtaking, her pale skin beautiful and creamy against the ivory of her gown. It fits tight to her bust, cinching
her waist and showing those magnificent curves of hers. The skirt flares a little, not stupid that it looks like a meringue, but a slight flare that looks stunning. Her veil hangs over her face, covering her intense blue eyes that are already a little shiny with tears.

“You look breathtaking, Angel, ” I tell her, as I take hold of the edge of her veil and lift it over the tiara holding it to the trail down her back with her cascading hair. She smiles at me, a single tear falling down onto her cheek. She is wearing barely any makeup, her face pure and stunning as it always has been.