Page 8 of Grease Monkey

The private field came into view and I breathed a sigh of relief as we pulled down the bumpy drive. Lance pulled his car into the large hangar and got out. A man in dress slacks and a tie came over and shook hands with him. I wasn’t sure if Lance wanted me to stay put or get out. He threw a smile my way and motioned for me to get out of the car. I shut the car door and walked over to Lance. He reached for my hand, pulling me to his side as he introduced me to the pilot, and then we were boarding the jet.

“Are we leaving the car in here?” I asked.

“If it’s in the hangar, people won’t notice it. I don’t know if your family uses this airfield or not, but this hangar is reserved for certain families, and I doubt yours is on the list. It’s the only way I could think to keep them off our trail a while longer. With any luck, they won’t be able to find you until you’re married and knocked up.”

“My dad would just insist on a divorce and an abortion.”

His eyes went cold and flat. “If anyone even so much as tries to kill my baby, or take you away from me, I’m going to fucking end them.”

A chill skirted down my spine. I’d never seen this side of Lance before. Yes, he’d been demanding and a little arrogant, but in that moment, I had no idea that he would kill anyone who stood in his way. It made me wonder about the kind of upbringing he had, and made me even more curious about those friends of his. For better or worse, I was about to tie my life to his, and despite the fact that this side of Lance scared me a little, I was still all in. I’d been protected all my life, because I was worth something as commodity to be traded, not because I had worth as a person.

Lance sat in one of the seats and pulled me into his lap. His large hand cupped my cheek and his touch was gentle. The look in his eyes stole the breath from my lungs as I saw the promises he’d already given, and maybe a little something extra. I knew he lusted after me, but maybe there was more to it.

“Gwennie, I want to be perfectly clear. You’re mine, and I don’t say that lightly. When I tell you that you’re mine, it means that I will kill anyone who tries to take you away, anyone who tries to harm our family, and if another guy so much as thinks of touching you, I’ll cut off his dick.” His thumb brushed over my lower lip. “But it also means you own me, heart and soul. Everything of mine is yours. I don’t want any hands on this body except yours. I don’t want anyone to carry my baby, except you. When I go to bed at night, I want it to be with you wrapped in my arms, and I want to wake the same way. I’m falling for you, princess. No matter what it takes, I will spend the rest of my life worshiping the ground you walk on, and I will give you everything you’ve ever needed.”

I smiled a little. “Does that mean I get your cock whenever I want it?”

He growled a little. “I love it when you talk dirty, princess. Yeah, you can have my cock whenever you want it.”

I snuggled into his and traded a heart on his chest. “I’m yours, Lance. I’ve never wanted anyone, not even once, but I think I’d die if someone took you from me, or me from you. No one has ever made me feel the way you do, and I want to feel that way every day for the rest of my life.”

“Love you, princess.”

“I love you, too,” I murmured as I closed my eyes and listened to his heart’s steady thump.

I must have drifted off because the next thing I knew we were landing in Las Vegas. I felt a thrill as I realized it wouldn’t be long before Lance was officially mine. It didn’t mean my father wouldn’t try to break us up, because he would, but it meant that things would be a little harder for him. Whatever came our way, I knew that Lance and I would face it together.

Chapter Four

Lance

The Vipers had really pulled through for me, not only finding me a private jet but also securing a hotel suite and a wedding chapel. I didn’t want my bride to get married in the same dress she’d had on that morning. Despite the urgency I felt over making her mine, we did a little shopping before our appointment at the chapel. And not just for wedding attire, but at least a week’s worth of clothes as well. She chose a floral strapless number for her wedding dress that hugged her breasts and trim waist and then flared over her sexy as fuck hips. I was already picturing what she’d look like with that dress flipped up and her bent over the bed.

I’d decided to dress for the occasion, since I only intended to get married once, and had on black slacks with a shirt, tie, and vest. No way in hell I was putting on a jacket, unless it was made of leather. Gwennie didn’t seem to mind though, if the naughty look in her eyes was any indication. Fuck, if she looked at me like that every time I dressed up, I might have to do it more often. I was sure I could find an occasion for it every now and then.

While she’d been shopping, I’d made a side trip to a specialty shop up the block. The packages were to be delivered to our hotel suite, which we’d already checked into. Gwennie reached for her bags, but I stopped her and instructed the clerk to have them delivered to our room. I made sure to pay a nice tip to ensure it was done quickly. Since I didn’t have to pay for the room or the jet, I could splurge a little and pamper my princess. She deserved it.

Her hand trembled in mine as I led the way to the chapel. I knew what we were doing was completely insane, and I was actually a bit surprised she’d agreed to it, but I didn’t for one moment regret my decision. Gwennie needed me, and just maybe I needed her too. I’d been with more women than I could count over the years, but it had always been cold and meaningless. I’d been in search of a release and nothing more. With Gwennie, I felt alive and consumed with passion. I knew it would eventually fade and change to something else, something deeper, and I was okay with that. All that mattered was that she was mine.

I felt like a possessive asshole, which really wasn’t like me. I’d never given a fuck if a woman was mine or not. Hell, I hadn’t even had an official girlfriend before. One night stands had always been my style, and if I ever went back for seconds, I knew other guys had there between rounds. It never bothered me. At all. But the mere thought of another man’s hands on Gwennie and I was ready to commit murder. She was unlike any woman I’d ever met, and I meant that in a good way. All I’d ever known, in an intimate sense, were the sluts and whores who hung out with the Vipers and on street corners in my old neighborhood. Most of the girls I grew up with were now working girls, and I didn’t mean at a desk job. Unless it was under the desk, on their knees, with their mouths open.

Gwennie would never fit in with my friends, I knew that, and still I held onto her with both hands in a white-knuckled grip. The Vipers would give me hell for marrying someone so prissy and high maintenance, even though she’d been fairly easygoing so far. I wondered how long it would take her to realize that she couldn’t live without Daddy’s money, regardless of how much cock she got every night. I hoped like hell I was wrong. She was eager and seemed genuine. I was going with my gut this time, and praying I didn’t get burned along the way.

Deep down, I had to wonder if she was just picking the lesser of two evils. At least with me, she got multiple orgasms. With her dad, she was likely to be sold like cattle. I wasn’t used to feeling self-doubt and it sucked big ass donkey balls. She seemed to like it when I was in charge, making demands of her. I knew she got off on my dirty talk during sex. One thing was for certain, once we said “I do” it would be a lot harder for her to escape me. Despite my doubts, I was going forward with this marriage and then I was going to fuck her into a coma. I hadn’t lied to her. I had no plans for us to leave the hotel except maybe to eat and take in a few shows. The moment I’d felt that pussy wrap around my dick, I’d had the insane urge to get her pregnant. Pregnant women couldn’t run away, right? Waddle away, maybe.

The chapel wasn’t quite as tacky as some that we’d passed along the way. At least there wasn’t an Elvis impersonator. Some old granny, probably the officiant’s wife, was playing an organ in the corner. Gwennie had a stunning smile on her face and seemed genuinely happy, even though I knew this was probably a far cry from her dream wedding. If we had more time, and didn’t have to worry about her fuckwit of a father, then I’d have gladly given her a nicer wedding at home. Maybe we could renew our vows on our one year anniversary or some shit and do things the right way. I wanted her to know that she meant more to me than a quickie wedding.

We said our vows and exchanged rings. When it was time to kiss the bride, I had to hold myself back. If I gave her the kind of kiss I wanted to, she’d end up in the middle of the aisle on her hands and knees with me balls deep inside of her. I wasn’t sure she was ready to put on a show just yet, and I wasn’t too keen on someone else checking out my new wife. I’d had sex in front of people before, and while I might treat my wife like a two dollar whore in the bedroom, I wasn’t about to fuck her in front of strangers. I might have blue balls by the time we reached our hotel suite, but I was going to keep it in my pants until then.

My phone rang and I saw it was the shop. It was odd for them to call so late so I answered, hoping the building hadn’t burned to the ground in my absence.

“What’s up, Jim?”

“Boss, you know that flashy Mercedes we have right now?”

“What of it?” I asked.

“Some rich guy came by asking about the woman who was driving it. Now, as far as I’m concerned, I didn’t see nothin’ and I didn’t hear nothin’ earlier, but he’s demanding to know where his daughter is.”

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