Free Fall (Free Fall Vol. 1): (Loving Summer #6: The Donovan Brothers #3) (4 page)

Nat
looked confused at first but then he laughed. “No, Summer, it was necessary. 
It’s my gift to you. Think of it as a big brother gift to you. I know you have
almost all you need so getting you that dress is the one thing I can give you
for now.” He reached out and touched her cheeks tenderly with his fingers. “I
want you to have it, Summer. Please don’t refuse me.”

I
swear to God, Summer blushed. “Alright,” she said. “I’ll keep it. But don’t go
buying anyone else a wedding dress, I might begin to think I’m not that special
to you.”

Nat
chuckled. “There is no way anyone could be more precious to me than you,
Summer. After all, you’re my Perfect Summer.”

Summer
looked down and giggled.  Giggled. I could not believe my fiancée was acting
like a blushing schoolgirl around my long lost older brother.

“Well,
I better go,” Nat said.  He kissed Summer on the top of her head and left as
quickly as he blew in.

“Nat’s
back,” Summer smiled widely as in a daze.

“Yup,
he is,” I said, neither too happy nor too grumpily.

It
was how I was feeling at the moment. Nat was back into our lives in less than a
day, and already there was the familiar sense of insecurity, that tension I
always felt when he was in the same room with Summer and I. He was Summer’s
first crush, first love, and even first time…although I was the one engaged to
Summer, why did I feel as though Nat was winning?

Chapter
7

Nat

I
couldn’t get the sight of Summer’s perfect
bare derriere sticking up in the air with her wetness staring at me from where
I stood at the doorway, out of my mind.

Why
did I have to see her in that way before she would get married to my good for
nothing little brother?  Why did she have to look even better, prettier,
sexier, and more curvaceous then she was at 18? Yes, so Drew was naked right up
against her, and at that moment, going full on bucking against her. But she was
still naked, writhing in ecstasy, and looking so damn hot. I saw them climax
before they noticed me charging down the door to their suite. It was the most
erotic thing I’ve seen in years.

So
I’m a pig. I can’t stop thinking about her lush wetness.  How I used to lick
her there and eat her out when I used to fly down on the private Donovan
Dynamics jet while in college back in San Francisco to Malibu to visit her for
the weekend.  She was my girl then. My luscious beautiful girl. I couldn’t get
enough of her back then, was so much in love with her, that she was all I
thought about, all I cared about.

I
shook my head. Just thinking about it was getting me distracted from my mission
tonight. I checked out of my room and headed to my red Ferrari in the valet
area. The valet pulled up and I handed him a tip, before slipping into my car. 
I felt the leather upholstery with my hands, enjoying the soft buttery
leather. 

It
was good to be back in Los Angeles where I’ve lived off and on throughout the
years under a different name. With my red Ferrari, designer wardrobe, and bad
boy billionaire bachelor forever image; no one would guess I was the former
nerd hacker Nat Donovan. Most people in Los Angeles knew me under a different
name.

Andrew
Hockings Knight. I was a distant cousin to the famous rock princess Never
(Neve) Knight, lead singer of the hit band, The Never Knights. Neve, who was
the daughter of punk rock legend Keith Knight was also dating Danny Blue, her
guitarist who happened to be the son and heir to the massive hospitality
billionaire Clarence Blue. Danny was a success in his own right, having
finished his doctorate in Music and forging a music career, only to find out he
had to suddenly take over his father’s empire. He was the same age as I was,
both in our late 20s; and had many things in common. That was why he was one of
the very few friends I had in Los Angeles.

Thanks
to my association with Neve Knight, I was able to get the Presidential Suit at
the Blue Meridien at a moment’s notice. And thanks to my friendship with Danny
Blue, I was able to get into the Blue Room, an exclusive gentlemen’s club of
the highest membership, without having to become a member. For tonight, I
needed to be at one of these Blues properties. It seemed that one of the
persons I was trailing was fond of staying at a Blue Hospitality property, and
my intel told me, he was be staying at either property tonight.

 Danny
handed me a VIP card for complimentary drinks at the Club.

“I
know you’re undercover and close to family,” Danny said, “So, enjoy the club and
the Towers tonight for free. And if you hear of something, anything that the
girls say or rather the staff says about this place, let me know. There seemed
to be some discord amongst the employees these days, and I kinda need someone
to be my eyes and ears for me on this. I have an inside person acting as a
patron at the moment as well, but I don’t think he could cover much being just
one person so I need all the help that I can.”

“Great,
Danny,” I said.  “So tonight, I’ll be like a regular new patron. Got anyone in
particular whom you’d want me to question?” I asked.

“There
is one of the Blue Girls…she’s got brunette hair, green eyes and really pretty,
of course. I suspect she’s breaking the rule of carrying on a relationship with
a man outside the Blue Room. It can become complicated when that happens. I
hate dealing with things like this, personnel issues.” Danny almost looked
disgusted.

I
wonder why he was. He owned the place so why would he feel disgusted with
sending one of the girls to me, as a patron of the club?

“Something
wrong?” I asked.

“Nah,”
Danny said, “This really isn’t my thing, inheriting a gentleman’s club of all
things, from my comatosed father. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a prude or
anything since Neve and I have an amazing chemistry and sex and everything, but
actually running a place where it’s unspoken what these men are here for, etc.
etc. isn’t my thing.”

“But
you’ve inherited it,” I said so you have to deal with it.”

“Precisely,”
Danny said. “And lucky for me, you’re a friend who fit the type of patron who
frequents this place – handsome, in great shape, values their privacy, is
either very famous and or wealthy that they need confidentiality agreements
signed with all of the girls and staff, and are more or less billionaires.”

I
laughed. “Sounds like a lot of crock to me, but then again, I’ve been humbled
in my youth, before I became a billionaire in my own right. Helped build up an
empire with my father only to be disowned, and then having to build that up
again.”

“I
know that feeling. I was almost disowned by mine, the legendary playboy
billionaire Clarence Blue, but he came around, brought me back to the family,
and handed me his empire, complete with a billionaire’s fantasy sex playground,
the Blue Room.”

“We
sure did not have the most fatherly of fathers, did we?” I said. 

“No,”
Danny said, “But we’re doing the best we can.”

“Absolutely,”
I said. “Now if you will show me to my room…”

Danny
walked me across the garden area outside of the nightclub portion of The Blue
Room, to the magnificent blue-tinted glass and chrome building next to it, the
Blue Towers, a five-diamond level luxury hotel that was attached to it.  “I’ll
let Mrs. Walters, know.”

Danny
left, and a chic elegant older woman, who looked like she could have been a
model when she was younger, walked up to me.  “Mr. Knight?” She extended her
hand. “I’m Mrs. Walters. I’d show you to your room.”

She
walked me to the elevators and up to one of the top suites. She handed me a key
card and said, “Brandi will be with you shortly.”

“Brandi?”
I asked, cocking my eyebrows. Sounded like a stage name if there ever was.

“Yes,”
Mrs. Walters said. “Her name’s Brandi, and for all purposes of privacy and so
that our patrons are protected, you will be Mr. T today.”

“I
pity the fool,” I said, joking with her. From the stern and blank expression on
her face, I assume the joke was lost on her.

“Brandi
can explain the rules, since you’re a new client, and if there is anything you
need, just pick up the phone and let us know. We aim to please.” She smiled.

“I
bet you do,” I said after she closed the door. I was on the job, but I felt
playful, a little lighter than usual. Alright, a lot lighter than usual. I
haven’t felt this cheerful in a long time.

It
must be the Summer effect.

Being
around her made you happy.

It
was so different than the Drew Effect.

I
had to admit, being around Drew made me laugh sometimes too. Only the Drew
Effect was stronger on women.  He always had an effect on women as a teen.  I
wonder if he still did.

It
was good seeing Summer and Drew again. I couldn’t deny how great it felt to see
how they’ve grown. It made it the more worthwhile for me to carry out my
mission.

A
second later, there was a knock on the door. “That was quick,” I said, opening
it.

The
brunette girl who stood before me in her slinky black lingerie gown raked her
hazel eyes over my body and then my face. “You’re a handsome one, Mr. T,” she
said, walking into the room. “I know I’m going to enjoy getting to know you.”

I
smiled a wicked smile that usually get a woman’s entire body into the mood. “I
was having second thoughts about joining the club, but then you walked through
the door.” She was pretty, for sure, and sexy, but I didn’t like the idea of
having to pay for sex.  High end or not. I never did, although this wasn’t
technically a place for it, just a place for companionship and escort service.

“So,
Mr. T,” she licked her lips. “What are you in the mood for today?”

She
came over to me and began unbuttoning my shirt, loosening up my tie, and
pushing me onto the bed that was in the room.

After
seeing Summer’s bare ass and sex exposed to me the way she did, I could feel
myself growing hard. 

“You
seem to like what I’m doing to you,” Brandi said, running her hands up and down
my bare chest. 

“Well,
I couldn’t argue with you there,” I said. I flipped her over to her back and
straddled her hips, pinning her wrists above her with one hand. “Do you like
things rough?” I asked.

For
a fleeting second, she looked frightened until I loosened up her wrist. “I
apologize, Brandi,” I said. “I was just overcome by your beauty and
sensuality.  I like to be in control when we have sex, and…”

“Oh,
so you’re into that,” she smiled. “I like playing those roles. It’s pretty fun
when you know who you’re with.”

“And
you trust me enough to play those roles with me?” I asked.

“If
you’re a patron here, I do,” she said. “Everyone’s screened.”

“Everyone?
How about the some guy who just wants to get into your pants because you’re
this drop dead gorgeous woman he sees at the bar in the Blue Room?” I asked.

“I
only play along with men who are members of this club, not anyone who just
walks in and orders a drink,” she said. “I’m not some kind of cheap
streetwalker out to make enough blowing a guy just for drug money,” she said,
angrily. “We Blue Girls are considered the class of the billionaire gentlemen
club world. We’re kept to a healthy and regimented beauty routine…are given
classes, and a lot more. It’s a pretty good place for girls who just want an
opportunity for something better…”

“I’m
well aware of that, sweetheart,” I said, noting all that for Danny’s sake. “That’s
why I’m here as a patron at the Blue Room. I wouldn’t want just anyone to touch
me. And if you do patronize with lowlife’s outside of the Blue Room would your
boss here know?”

“We’re
tested,” Brandi said, glaring daggers at me. “Plus every man I blow or have any
contact with is a patron. I’m trying to set myself up for bigger things, you
know, so I don’t go for anyone who isn’t a patron.”

“A
billionaire, you mean,” I said goading her, working on her anger so she would
spill some valuable information I needed. “So you only go for billionaires,
just for the money. That’s all? Do you go for princes? Politicians? Crime lord
who made so much they could afford you?” I bent down and placed my mouth at her
breast where her nipples had hardened underneath her thin gown.  I took her
nipple into my mouth, teasing her with my teeth. Then I bit gently. She moaned.
She seemed to like it when I’m acting tough.  “You like men who are dangerous?”
I asked.

“Sometimes,”
she said. “I’ve had all kinds, but the one who really gets me excited are the
dangerous ones.”

“Like
a crime boss,” I said. “Even with some kind of foreign accent that you find
sexy and sophisticated.”

“Oh,
you seem to know my favorite type,” she said smiling.

I
tore down her gown until she was naked beneath me and I took her other nipple
into my mouth, teasing her with my tongue and looking into her eyes. “Does your
crime lord like to suck on your nipples like this?” I lapped her breasts, then
used my teeth to lightly scrape across each nipple, making Brandi moan and arch
her back.

“No,
not quite like that. He likes to pinch them hard and then slap them. Then when
my breasts are red from the slapping, he would cool them down with his tongue.
Oh, he really knows how to give it to me, my Mr. F.” She laughed as I fingered
her below, causing her to buckle under me. “I used to call him Mr. Fuck Me
since he didn’t waste any time getting down to business.”

“A
woman like you seem insatiable.” I said, ramming my fingers deep into her while
using my thumb to make her shudder. She was on the brink of coming.

“I
definitely want more of this,” she cried. 

“So
you have to have Mr. Fuck Me’s cock in you as much as you can?” I smiled,
increasing my finger thrusting.

“As
much as I can. I would try to see him outside of The Blue Room, even when he’s
not a patron. Every time he came into town, we would meet up, and we would fuck
like two crazy kids.”

“You
are like this attached to all your patrons?” I asked stroking her pulsing clit.

“Oh,
that feels so good,” Brandi said, clenching her teeth. “No, just Mr. Fuck Me.
He was special. I was his girl.” She smiled.

“You
still see him often?” I asked.

“Not
for a while. He’s been abroad, some business dealings he had to solve, but
today…” she grinned happily. “I heard from him. He’s going to see me. He’s back
in town.”

“Is
he going to be a patron here?” I asked, acting a bit jealous. “Because I’m not
sharing you with anyone today,” I said. I bent down to take her clit into my
mouth and sucked hard on it, causing her to close her eyes.

“I
want you to continue doing that to me,” she said. “I can see him another time.
He’s not a patron tonight, but I was planning on sneaking out to see him after
I’m done here.”

“Oh,”
I said, acting dejected. “After you’re done here?  You’re not enjoying what I’m
doing?”

“I
love it, Mr. T,” she said enthusiastically, “It’s just that Mr. Fuck Me and
I…we’re lovers and well, when he’s in town, he comes first over work.”