Promiscuous (Book 2 in the Fixer Series) (15 page)

“I’ve already told you Brooke, I don’t need a safe word.”

“Okay cowboy, your choice,” as I pulled the vibrator from my bag, placing it on his balls and switching it on.

Dylan
twitched and groaned, “Oh fuck!”  I grabbed his shaft and starting stroking him with my other hand.  He was writhing with the motions of my hands, moaning uncontrollably.  I leaned down taking his cock into my mouth, stroking his head with my tongue.  I tasted the first drops of pre cum swallowing it down.  Knowing that he was close to coming, I stopped sucking and removed the vibrator, causing him to flop on his belly. 

“Why’d you stop?” he begged.

“Not yet.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I’m not done with you yet.  Now we’re gonna get into some good shit, just so you know.”

I pulled my dress over my head; then removed my dripping wet panties.  I climbed on top of Dylan moving up his body to his waiting tongue. 
I thrust my mound across his face and into his nose, moaning and throwing my head back.  “Oh god Dylan,” I said as I kept the pace going, his tongue sliding in and out of my pussy, flicking across my clit.  After just a few short minutes, I felt like I was going to explode.  I pulled off of his face and slid slowly down his cock, feeling each delicious inch of him as he stretched me.  It didn’t take long before we both exploded and I collapsed on his chest, whispering in his ear, “I love you.”

“Untie me,” he whispered in my ear.  “I want to hold you.”

“Okay,” I said reaching up untying his hands and removing the blind fold.  “I love you Dylan,” I said kissing his lips, lying in his arms as I drifted off to sleep. 

CHAPTER 13

We woke to the captain announcing that we would be landing in thirty minutes.  It had been a long flight and Dylan and I had made love each time we woke up.  We showered together and held each other before we drifted off one last time before reaching our destination.  I still had no idea where we were going but I was
excited to be getting away, just the two of us.  We fastened our seat belts and waited as the plane came to a stop.  We stood, gathering our personal belongings as we exited the cabin to a silver car and driver waiting for us on the tarmac.  Dylan thanked Captain O’Connell and instructed him to have the plane ready late Sunday evening for our departure. 

Grabbing my hand we entered the car and the driver closed the door behind us.  I looked over at Dylan feeling nervous.

“Where are we? I asked.

“You’ll see very soon princess, you’re going to love it here,” he said smiling.  “I have something very special in mind while we’re visiting.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Such an eager little thing you are Brooke.  I’m not telling; you’re going to wait for this one,”
he said pouring a drink and tossing it back.

We drove an hour into the country, taking in the lush green, rolling hills.  We pulled into a private driveway, revealing a huge castle, secluded by large trees and beautiful gardens.  The gray stone exterior revealed four stories and rounded towers on each end
of the massive home.  I turned staring at Dylan, suddenly, I knew where he had brought me. 

“We’re in Ireland, aren’t we?” I said softly reaching for his hand.

“Yes, Brooke.  We’re here.  You mentioned that you’d always wanted to come here and since well…my family owns this place, it just seemed like the perfect thing to do.”

“I don’t know what to say Dylan…I love it!   It’s the best surprise I’ve ever had.  It’s so beautiful here.”

“Well princess, would you like to get out of the car and see it for yourself or stay in here and look at it from this view?” he chuckled kissing my hand.

“I guess we should get out of here,” I said.  I’m really excited to see what it looks like on the inside, the place is huge!” 

“You have no idea Brooke.  We use to play here when we were kids.  You can get lost for hours.  There are secret passages in some of the rooms; I can’t wait to show you.”

The driver came around and opened our door.  Dylan thanked him and he replied in a thick Irish accent, “My pleasure Mr. Prescott, enjoy your stay.
”

We walked across a long, cobblestone draw bridge up to a large wooden
door where an older Irish woman welcomed us into the grand home.  I was in awe of the décor.  Statues with medieval armor stood against the walls, stone flooring covered the hallway as each room had its own special decorating touches.  The place screamed money, big money.  I had no idea how much Dylan and his family was worth but it was becoming apparent to me that he had the kind of money you only read about.  I took a deep breath as we continued walking taking the stairwell up to our room.  If I wandered around the castle, I would surely get lost. 

As we stopped outside of our room, Dylan pulled me to him kissing me hard on the lips. 

“I’ve wanted to bring you here for so long baby,” he said.  “The timing just wasn’t right until now.  We’ll be staying in here.  I wanted it to be special so I chose the tower.  The views are spectacular but nothing in comparison to you.  I hope you like it.”

“Dylan, I love it already.  This is just…too much.  It’s a lot to take in
, a bit overwhelming.”

“I know Brooke, but this is my life, our life.  You’ll get use to it, I promise.  You will never want for anything again and our children will never go without.”

“I love you Dylan,” I said hugging him. 

“There’s more princess.  Once I open this door, we need to have a serious conversation; okay?” he asked nervously.

“I’m all yours Dylan,” I said smiling.

I stepped inside the tower, gasping out loud at what I could only assume was to be the bridal suite for our stay.  In the center of the room rested a king size, canopy bed made of walnut with white linens.  At the foot of the bed, a padded hope chest provided a sitting place for removing shoes and other clothing items.  In the corner sat a white, wing backed chair surrounded by candles and fresh flowers on a matching walnut coffee table.  The stone flooring was covered with a white, over sized Persian rug lending warmth to the room. 

I turned facing Dylan, he was standing against the stone wall waiting for my reaction.

“It’s beautiful,” I said taking in his gorgeous physique.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said walking toward me.  “Why don’t we sit down over here,” he said pointing to the couch. 

Facing me, he took my hands in his.  “Brooke, how would you feel about getting married here?” he asked.

“I…I don’t know.  I’d love to but your mother has already arranged for us to be married at the mansion.”

“About that princess, our mothers have been planning to have it here.  It was my mother’s idea.  She thought this would be the perfect place to have it.  As a matter of fact
, they’ll all be here by tomorrow.”

“What?” I gasped.

“Our friends and family are on their way here as we speak.  It’s going to be a small, intimate wedding baby; just like we wanted.”

“But Dylan, I don’t have my dress.  What about the cake, the flowers and all that stuff? ”

“It’s already been taken care of Brooke.  Your dress is in the room.  My mother knew your flower selection and had the local florist back at home work with a florist here.  Everything has been taken care of.  All we have to do is get ready, show up and tie the knot.”

“
Wow,” I said.  “You don’t mess around, do you cowboy?” 

“No.  Not when it comes to you Brooke
,” he said giving me a serious look.  His blue eyes were blazing; it was a look I had come to know well and it sent less than pure messages between my legs.

“Princess?” he asked.

“Hmm…Oh what?” I asked being interrupted from my little fantasy world.

“ I said… we need to discuss one more thing, do you think you can focus for a couple more minutes?”

“Mmm, I’ll try,” I said still lost in my zone.

“Brooke, as soon as we’re finished with this business, I am going to take you over me knee and spank your ass red.  Then I’m going to throw you on the bed and fuck you so hard and deep, you’ll be begging for more.  And you know what princess, I’ll give it to you because you want me to, I’ll give you everything; I’ll give you, me.
”

I licked my lips holding on to Dylan’s promise.  He gave me a warning look, one that said,
if you don’t listen to me now, I’ll pull your panties down and fuck you right this minute. 
“No Brooke.  Don’t even think about taunting me.  I swear if you don’t stop this fucking tease I will see to it that you won’t come until our wedding night.”

“
You wouldn’t do that, you can’t resist me,” I said laughing.

“Is that a challenge Brooke?” he asked raising his brow.

“Maybe,” I replied a sexy, seductive voice that I knew went straight to his cock.  “Spill it cowboy, what do you want to discuss with me?”

“We need to talk about a prenuptial agreement,” he said rubbing his chin.  I could tell he was uneasy about discussing the matter but I had know
n it was coming sooner or later.  I understood that he needed to protect his assets. 

“I figured as much.  Have you had the paperwork drawn up?”  I asked. 

“Yes,” he said as he handed me the paperwork.  I’ll give you some time alone to look it over.  Would you like some tea?”

“Sure,” I said taking the papers from his hands.

Dylan left and I began reading, I about shit my pants when I read his net worth.  I knew he was rich but the kind of money he had on his own was astonishing.  Dylan Prescott was worth five billion dollars on his own, not including the assets that he would acquire once he took over Prescott Oil and Gas and the Stockton entities.  Once he took over the operations for the family businesses his net worth would jump to fifty billion dollars.  Luke would get the other half from the business as the two of them were expected to work together and manage the family empire.  Luke would manage Stockton Enterprises and Dylan would run Prescott Oil and Gas. 

Upon further reading I learned that Dylan had properties all around the world.  He made me a partner in everything, having access to all of his assets with the exception of Prescott Oil and Gas International.  I wouldn’t be an equal partner in the company until I gave him his first child. 
As I reached the last page, there were two more stipulations to the agreement.  The first said that I had to marry Dylan in Ireland on August 25
th
, 2013 and I would change my last name to Prescott.  There would be no hyphenating or keeping of my maiden name. 

Dylan had taken longer than expect
ed in bringing my tea, I assumed it was because he was giving me time to digest what I’d just read.  Everything was clear.  Dylan trusted me.  I took the pen that he had set on the end table next to me and signed the document.  There were no questions; it was crystal clear what his intentions were and whether Dylan knew it or not, I didn’t care about his money.  I would have married him even if he only had a hundred dollars to his name.  I loved him and that was all that mattered.       

I went on a mission throughout the castle to find Dylan.  I was just about to turn a corner when someone reached and grabbed me.  I screamed as I was pulled into a room.  Dylan turned me around, kissed me and then laughed like a little kid. 

“Gotcha,” he said.

“You’re an asshole!  I thought I was going to have a heart attack.  Don’t do that ever again,” I said still trying to catch my breath. 

“Come with me princess.  I want to show you something.”

I followed as he guided me toward another wooden d
oor through the large sitting room.  We traveled down a tunnel until another door met us.  Dylan pushed it open revealing a red sectional sofa a screen for movie viewing.  It was the only room in the castle that resembled anything modern of today’s times.  Dylan and I lay on the couch together, side by side, holding each other and making out like teenagers on a date.  Grabbing the remote, he pressed a button that started playing old home movies of their stays here in the castle when he was young.  It was the first time I saw a young Dylan.  It made my heart melt.  He was such a beautiful little boy and looked very much the same as a man.  He was carefree and running through the gardens with a girl who looked very much like him. 

“Is that Danielle?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said stroking my hair.  “She’s beautiful isn’t she?”

“She is.  You too were close, I can see that.”

“Yes, Brooke.  We were very close.  I loved her very much,” he said as a tear fell down his cheek.

“I’m sorry Dylan,” I said kissing the tear on his cheek. 

“I wish she could be here for the wedding Brooke.  She would have loved you too.”

“Dylan, she’ll be here in spirit.  She’s with you every day; in here,” I said placing my hand over his heart. 

“I know princess, but it’s not the same.  I just wish that she had been stronger, like you.  You’re so strong Brooke.  Why is that some people can get through hard times and others can’t?”

“Dylan, it depends on the person.  We all have our own journey.  Some are tougher roads to travel and sometimes, well…sometimes it just gets to be too much
for a person to handle.”