"Mate…" Duff began hesitantly. He hated it when John and Patrick were at odds. "Why don't you give yourself some time to think this through? Talk to Pat about it. Maybe even talk to Gillian—"
"Maybe shut your fucking mouth and do as I ask," John barked, his eyes slicing Duff in half as they looked at the Scottish man. Duff growled loudly and tipped over the chair as he stood up abruptly and headed toward the door. As he reached the door, he grabbed an expensive vase and threw it across the room.
Watching it shatter as Duff, too, slammed the door, John cracked his neck. Why the fuck did Patrick and Duff have to be so damn stubborn? Looking at his guard, John asked, "Do you think I'm making a mistake too, Luke?"
"Yes," Luther replied honestly, meeting John's gaze. "But it's not my job to question the why behind the orders given. I just make sure they get carried out. If I can be honest with you, John, you finally have everything you've ever wanted. You own the world, and now you have a woman to share that with. Gillian is a keeper. You can see in that woman's eyes that she loves you. I just don't want you to do anything that might jeopardize that."
John said nothing in response to Luther as he turned from the guard and headed toward the door. Maybe he should talk this over with kitten and listen to her opinion. No, fuck that, he thought to himself. It was his job to take care of her and eliminate from their lives the things that could hurt her. What if he hurt kitten, though? There was no way in hell that he could eliminate himself from her life. Shaking the thought from his head, John tried to focus on his plans for tonight. This was the first romantic evening he had ever planned for a woman. Hopefully, kitten liked it, because he damn sure knew he would.
Chapter 8
Duff stopped the red Aston Martin in front of the exclusive Firehouse restaurant and put the car in park. His eyes roamed over the beautiful woman who sat beside him in the car powdering her pert nose. Gillian was dressed in a black, Chanel, bodycon dress that had a one shoulder mock neck and clung tightly to every inch of her amazing body. Her long, midnight hair was pulled up and back in an elegant twist, and on her delicate feet, she wore a pair of metallic silver, Christian Louboutin pumps. Her makeup was sultry and sexy, and her lips were a dark ruby color. The American was simply breathtaking!
"You know if you ever want to leave those brutes, I just happen to be single at the moment." Duff smiled, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.
"You'll be waiting a long time, I'm afraid, Duff," Gillian replied as she closed the little cosmetic case and slid it back in her purse. "Will I see you later tonight?"
"No, I've got some shit to do. Plus, Johnny and Pat want you all to themselves," Duff said, not adding that his shit was a punishment given to him by John for allowing Gillian a burger and a jog. John had been so pissed at him that before he went home to Gillian, the Brit had stopped by his house, punched him in the face a couple of times, and told him that he would be on low man duty for a few days. "Come on; let's go. We don't want John running out here like a mad man to get you."
Gillian felt giddy inside as she looked at the new bracelet and ring that had been delivered to her earlier today. The bracelet was a very expensive eighteen-karat white gold and diamond Gucci from John, while the ring was an eighteen-karat white gold, diamond, and genuine yellow sapphire ring from Patrick. Her makeup and hair were done perfectly, and the dress fit her like a glove. Gillian felt beautiful tonight, and by the looks of the guards and staff at the manor, they more than approved. During one of her phone calls with John, the Brit had mentioned that their last meeting was running over so they would have to meet her at the restaurant. Gillian couldn't wait to see what the men had in store for her tonight and was so excited to be out of the manor.
Taking Duff's hand, Gillian demurely stepped out of the car right before the lights of the cameras began to flash and paparazzi began yelling her name. Duff almost dragged her through the crowd as a group of six men fell in step behind her. She could not believe the questions being thrown at her. Are you and John getting married? How long have you two been together? Are you sleeping with Patrick? Gillian, of course, said nothing in response and hated the way they made her feel like prey being stalked. She felt her anxiety immediately begin to decrease when she stepped into the restaurant, but it was only temporary as the room full of patrons turned to look at her.
"Can I help you, madam? Do you have a reservation?" the maître d of the restaurant asked Gillian as his eyes roamed over her curvy form.
Averting her gaze to the chubby man, Gillian said. "Yes, I'm having dinner with Mr. Kenric—"
"Oh, my heavens!" he exclaimed, his face turning red with embarrassment. "Of course, Dr. Morgan. Mr. Kenric is expecting you. Please forgive my rudeness! Follow me."
Before Gillian could respond to the host, she felt John's arms circle her waist and crush her back against his chest. "Damn, you look beautiful," the Brit whispered in her ear before biting the lobe with his teeth. "Tell me to fuck you right here, kitten. Let me bend you over a table and hike your skirt."
John wanted to be deep inside Gillian, and he wanted it now! His cock had flared to life the moment he felt her enter the restaurant. When he had finally caught a glimpse of her, he had found it extremely difficult to breathe due to his racing heart. The dress molded her body perfectly and defined every delicious curve. Her smoky, sultry makeup made her even more sexy and alluring, and he knew every man was craving what belonged to him. John caressed her slender neck with his lips and felt Gillian melt into his touch. At that moment, he forgot that they were in the crowded restaurant and that every person there was watching them. Kitten seemed to have that effect on him.
Gillian let out a shaky breath as her pussy began to weep with arousal. She could feel John's massive, erect cock pulsing against her bottom as he began devouring her neck. Just as the soft purr escaped her lips, she heard the maître d say, "Um, excuse me, Mr. Kenric. Would you like some privacy?"
"Aye!"
"No!" Gillian replied in unison with John, coming out of the spell John was weaving around her. Damn, the man could make her totally lose track of time and space when he was around.
"Kitten, don't make me wait," John growled, feeling Gillian try to pull from his grip. Just because he knew she liked it, he lightly began sucking on the spot beneath her ear.
"Bear, dammit. No fair," Gillian pouted, feeling her clit begin to tingle and pulse.
"Johnny, stop fucking manhandling kitty," Patrick said in Gaelic, approaching the couple from behind. "You really have no control with her, do you?"
"Fuck you," John replied, also in Gaelic, between clenched teeth as Gillian lightly rubbed her bottom against his groin. His eyes briefly glanced to his left, and he was not surprised to see celebrities, parliament leaders, and the uber rich watching him seduce his kitten. He never had reacted this way to a woman publicly before, but here he was, making a total fool of himself. In Gillian's ear, he whispered, "See what you fucking did to me, kitten? You'll pay for it later."
Just as John released a perplexed Gillian, she was immediately wrapped up in Patrick's broad, muscular arms. Before she could say a word, the Irishman's mouth claimed hers in a hard, passionate kiss. Patrick had been unprepared to see Gillian in her dress when John had pulled away. Just like John, his cock had burst into flames and ached as his eyes quickly skimmed the black material hugging her perfect form. He couldn't explain the magnetic attraction that coursed between them, but Patrick knew she felt it too. The Irishman devoured her lips and hungrily mated his tongue with hers. He felt Gillian's hands circle around his neck and her body liquefy into his. Patrick's hands traveled up her body to cup her breasts and fondle them. The Irishman couldn't give a fuck who was watching them. He just hoped they enjoyed the show.