John felt the orgasm hit Gillian hard and watched his Irish mate find his own pleasure. The Brit hated to admit it, but the look of pure bliss on Patrick's face had a sting of jealousy creeping up his spine. He had allowed his mate to come in his woman, but at that moment, he wanted to be the only one she loved. Reaching under Gillian's body, John brought her body back against his chest. She turned her face as her mouth hungrily found his. As their tongues mated, John pumped his cock inside of Gillian's tight ass faster and deeper as she pushed her bottom back against him. With one final thrust and his balls rock hard, the Brit snarled deep in his throat as his cock exploded. His ripped, tattooed stomach jerked and contracted as the mushroom shaped head spewed his thick, sticky seed in her wide, apple shaped bottom. His head fell back and sweat dripped off his chest as Gillian placed kisses on the pulse that beat wildly in his thick neck.
Gaining his composure, John removed his softening shaft and slapped her ass one final time. He then watched Gillian ease her sore, used pussy off Patrick's diminished cock and snuggle close to the Irishman's chest. Wanting his kitten to snuggle up to him, John picked her tired body off his Irish mate and cradled her. He then left the playroom to find his bed. Reaching the custom built, California King bed, John pulled back the covers before he laid Gillian down. Quickly crawling in himself, his kitten snuggled up to his chest and wrapped one leg around his muscular thigh. The Brit then watched Patrick slip under the covers before spooning Gillian's naked, plus size figure.
Feeling her slump against his chest and her breathing evenly, John said softly, "I have a feeling that this is the calm before the storm, mate. Kitten may have submitted tonight, but tomorrow, will be a different story. She's too fucking stubborn for her own good."
Closing his own eyes, Patrick replied, "I think you might be right, boyo. You need to find your voice with this one, Johnny. You may have been able to dominate your kitten, but Gillian will want a full explanation of your actions tonight."
"And if I'm not able to articulate my feelings with words?" John asked, fearful that Patrick was right.
"Then you may find it hard to keep her," the Irishman replied honestly, snuggling closer to Gillian's warmth. "Look, I see how much you love her, Johnny. Just let your heart do the talking. It's not that fucking hard." After a moment of silence between the two men, he added softly, "Thank you, boyo...for tonight."
"Do you love her, Pat?" John asked, his own eyes closing. He knew the Irishman did but did not know if he was willing to admit it out loud yet.
"I don't know," Patrick lied, not ready to admit his feelings to himself, let alone to John.
"It's not like you to lie, mate."
"Good night, John," Patrick replied, hating the fact that he and his brother were so connected at times. The bastard always knew what he was thinking.
"Night, Pat." John softly smiled, snuggling deeper into the covers. Tonight, he would rest. Tomorrow, he would prepare for war.
Chapter 6
Gillian gently closed the door to John's personal suite before quickly making her way downstairs. She was dressed for her morning run, in a long sleeve, white, seamless, crop top and a pair of black, Capri spandex pants. If she was being honest with herself, she was not only running to keep her body healthy, but she was also running to escape John and Patrick. She had awakened wedged between the two of them and had barely gotten out of the bed without waking the large giants. Gillian wanted to forget her weakness with John last night but, unfortunately, was constantly reminded of it by the ache she felt on her bottom. She was not only angry at John and Patrick for her punishment, but Gillian found that she was also sad over the Brit refusing to simply tell her how he was feeling. Even though she loved John, she was realizing that there was so much that she didn't know about him. Gillian had learned more about Patrick in their few minutes together than she had about John in the week she'd known him. With a loud sigh, the beautiful American headed down the grand staircase. What in the hell was she going to do?
Stepping into the grand hall, Gillian tried not to make eye contact with the staff even though she knew they were all staring at her. Just wanting to get outside, she cut through a different section of the manor. As she rounded the corner, Gillian let out a loud sigh when Stewart stepped in front of her. He had a soft smile on his face as he almost sang, "Good morning, madam. I hope you slept well."
"I slept just fine, thanks," Gillian replied, attempting to step around the man. However, Stewart stepped with her.
"Madam, is everything all right?" the Englishman asked, concern on his handsome face as he watched her begin to nibble on her bottom lip.
"Everything is fine, Stewart. I was just going for a jog. I'll be back in a few minutes."
"I hope that you plan on running in John's personal gym and not outside," Duff said sternly as he walked up behind Gillian. His amber eyes immediately went to the black material stretched over her wide, delicious ass. He chuckled internally when he saw her entire body stiffen in response to his voice.
Waving off Stewart and refusing to turn around, Gillian clenched her teeth and said, "No, actually. I was going to go outside. Follow me if you like."
"Damn, sweetheart. You must be a glutton for punishment," Duff sighed, shaking his head. "Didn't you learn any fucking thing from last night?" As she swung around on the Scottish man, he caught Gillian's hand before it connected with his face. In a menacing, dark tone, he growled, "You don't want to do that, love. I'm not someone you want as an enemy."
"Go to hell, Duff!" Gillian seethed, trying to push him back by placing her hands on his chest. When he didn't move, she shouted, "I'm going outside with or without John's damn permission! I can't believe you told him about the burger! I thought I could trust you!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Duff asked in total surprise as he grabbed her wrists. "I didn't tell John about going to get a burger. If you remember correctly, I tried to warn you about pissing him off! Don't blame me if your arse is sore this morning!"
"How the hell did John find out then?" Gillian asked sarcastically, trying to pull herself free from Duff's grip. "He not only knew about the burger, but he knew I went for a jog! I took precautions! I don't know why John was so upset!"
"You need to ask John that question, sweetheart," Duff replied calmly, seeing tears spring to her emerald eyes as she stilled her movements. "Look, it wasn't me, okay? I know you're angry, but I'm not the person who pissed you off. I have no reason to lie to you."
Turning her head to keep from crying, Gillian said, "Fine, I believe you. Now let me go for my run, okay? I just need time to think."
"You know I can't let you run outside, sweetheart, unless you want to make John angry. Look, there is a circular track down on the lower level. How about I take you to it? I know it's not the same as running along the cliffs, but it keeps you out of trouble."
Gillian stood there a moment contemplating Duff's words. She really didn't think she could stand another punishment from John this morning, plus, she was in no mood to see him or Patrick. With a loud sigh, Gillian rolled her eyes and nodded her head before following Duff to the track.