Gentleman Wanted 11

Gentleman Wanted 11
Gemma

I now knew why they called him Gentleman, and it had nothing to do with his almost old fashioned respect for women. Although I was pretty sure that had a lot to do with it.

No, Gentleman was called Gentleman because he always made a woman cum, numerous times in my case. 

“You look lost in thought?”

His voice made me jump. Turning in my seat, I let my eyes drift over him. His dark hair was still wet from the shower, his jeans gaping, but it was the bare chest that made my mouth water. 

I continued to stare at him. What was it about a shirtless man holding a baby that made my ovaries ache?

Gent’s smile grew. It was like he could read my thoughts. “See something you like?”

I nodded eagerly. “A shirtless man holding a baby? What’s not to like?”

“So it could be any man? As long as he was shirtless and holding a baby?” One dark eyebrow wiggled suggestively. 

Laughing, I tilted my chin. I tried to hide my teasing smile from him. “I think I like you the best, though.”

Gent stalked towards me. And somehow, he managed to look sexy even with a baby in his arms. 

“You best had.” Bending down, he placed a kiss on my lips. “But why aren’t you ready to go?”

Confused, I kissed him again. “What do you mean ready to go? The opening isn’t for hours.” I yawned. “You know Saturday is my lazy morning day.” I gestured to my slobby clothes. The baggy T-shirt and stained sweatpants would have been enough to turn any man off. But not Gent. I could see it in his eyes. All the dirty things he wanted to do to me.

“I have a surprise for you before the opening, Gem.”

My eyes widened. “A surprise? What kind of surprise?”

“If I told you, then it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?” Patiently he tapped my nose with his thumb. “Go and get dressed, Gemma. Otherwise, we will be late.”



“What do you think?”

At first, I didn’t know what he was talking about. He had pulled his truck up to the curb on a residential street. A nice one. 

My eyes scanned around me. “About what?” I was still confused, and it showed in my voice. 

Laughing, Gent glanced into the back seat. “Your Mummy is beautiful, but she’s kind of dumb.”

My son gargled his agreement as I slapped Gent’s arm. “Oi!”

Leaning over, he kissed me. “I’m joking. Now tell me what you think of the house?” He pointed, and my eyes followed his arm.

The house he was pointing at was on a corner plot. A green lawn stretched from the front to the side. It looked like the type of house you would raise a family in. 

Tearing my eyes away from it, I turned to face him. “It’s beautiful.” I had a million questions but now wasn’t the time to ask them. It felt like I should know what he was talking about when I didn’t have a clue. 

“I’m glad you like it.” Gent dropped a silver key in my lap. “Because it’s ours.”

“Ours?” I repeated dumbly. What did he mean it was ours?

“Our home. A house with room for Bobby to grow up in. A garden for him to run around in when the time comes.”

“What do you mean it’s ours?” It still wasn’t sinking in. “Did you rent a house for us?”

“I bought a house for us.”

My eyes flashed. “You did what?” He was crazy. Absolutely crazy. “You bought us a house? Gent, we have only been together-”

“I know you are the one for me, Gem. I’ve known since the moment we came home. Maybe before then, but I didn’t think you wanted the same. So yeah, I bought us a house. We need more room than your apartment. If you don’t like it…” he trailed off, his eyes not quite meeting mine.

Swallowing hard, I ran my fingers through his beard. “I love it Gent.”

His smile was dazzling. “There’s another surprise inside as well. Something to make it official.”

My heart slammed into my rib cage, and for a second, it was hard to breathe. “More official than moving in together and buying a house?” I forced out a laugh. “I think everyone knows we are together.”

“I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

He was talking about me wearing his property patch. 

Staring at him, I could see the uncertainty in his eyes. 

Reaching over the seat, I brushed my lips against his. “I want everyone to know that as well.”

“Is that a yes?” His rough palms came up to capture my face. 

“You haven’t actually asked me anything yet, Gent.” I rolled my eyes at him.

Throwing back his head, he laughed. “Will you be mine, Gem? My woman? Will, you wear my patch and…”

I didn’t let him finish. “Yes.”



“So what do you think?”

What did I think? Twirling around, I tried to take it all in. There was so much space. The whole place was light and airy. The perfect place to raise a child. 

“It’s so big…” My words faltered as he started to laugh. Great big belly laughs. Frowning at him, I realised too late that he wasn’t talking about the house.

My eyes locked on the property cut in his hands. I hadn’t seen him pick it up. 

“Do you want to put it on?” 

“Where’s Bobby?” I answered his question with one of my own, stepping up to him. I ran my hand down his chest. I could feel his heart beating against my palm.

Gents eyes darkened. “Asleep in his car seat in the living room.” A slow smile lifted the corners of his mouth. He knew what I was thinking. I didn’t need to explain. “You’re a dirty girl Gem.”

“I’m your dirty girl.” Easily I slipped the soft leather on. It was buttery, obviously expensive and fit me perfectly. 

“Yes, you are.” One of Gent’s hands came up to cup my breast. My back arched, and my lips fell open. I loved the fact that I didn’t need to explain what I wanted to do to him. He already knew. “Does my old lady need a little release?” 

The way he said it made something clench inside of me. Capturing his hands, I thrust it between my legs, under the airy summer skirt I was wearing, so his fingers brushed over my panties.

“What do you think?”

“I think I need to be balls deep in your pussy.” His fingers worked deftly to slide inside my knickers, working over the tortured flesh. “I think you should be naked apart from the leather, with your legs wrapped around my neck.”

“Like this?” Hooking my hands into the waistband of my skirt, I pushed it down. Stepping out of it, I waited until he had stopped licking his lips and met my eyes before I started undoing the tiny buttons on my blouse.

“Jesus Christ.” He watched every movement I made, his eyes drinking me in. “You’re an evil woman, Gem. An evil, evil woman.” 

My breasts tumbled free as I unclasped the front hook of my bra. 

“Evil but fucking beautiful.” Still, he didn’t move. 

In any normal situation, I might have felt strange. Standing in an empty kitchen in nothing but my panties and his property vest. My nipples hardened in the cool air. But I didn’t feel embarrassed with Gent. He made me feel beautiful. The way his eyes darkened whenever I took my clothes off made me want him even more. 

“Anyone would think you don’t like me naked?” I cocked my head to the side. “Should I put my clothes back on?”

He was there in an instant, clutching me to his chest. Growling into my ear, he lifted me easily onto the nearest countertop. “Don’t you fucking dare.” Ducking his head, his tongue lapped at my straining nipple.  “Our friends will be here in half-hour. Do you think we have time?”

I didn’t answer him. He was talking like he wanted to stop, but his busy hands told a different story.  Even as he sucked on my breasts, his teeth grazing, he was unbuckling his belt, his movements jerky as he freed himself. 

“I think you best fuck me hard and fast, Gent.” A scream tore its way out of my throat as he pushed himself home. 

“I think you best hold on then, baby.” 

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I let my head fall back, so my hair swung down between my shoulder blades. 

He fucked me hard, slamming into me with enough force that it bordered on painful. And it just made me want more. Using my heels, I hooked them into the curve of his ass, drawing him in more. 

“Greedy girl.” His lips found mine, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and sending fresh shock waves through me. 

How was it fair that he was so good at this? 

“My greedy girl.” He slammed his hips into me, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

I could feel him throbbing inside of me, stretching me even further. 

My orgasm crashed over me unexpectedly, so intense that the legs I had wrapped around his waist shook uncontrollably.

“Fuck, you feel good.” 

I cried out as he slipped from between my legs. His hands firmly dragged me towards the edge, and bending at the waist, he suctioned his mouth over my clit.

“Let me taste my woman.”

Sucking and licking at me, my orgasm continued on and on until it was almost too much. My fingers yanked at his hair. I wanted him to stop, but at the same time, I wanted him to carry on. 

Gent took the decision out of my hands. Capturing both my hands, he trapped them against the countertop. “I say when you can stop coming Gem. Me. Is that understood?”

Breathless, I nodded. 

“Good girl.” One big hand came to cup my breast. His skilled tongue swirled over my clit in firm, sure strokes. “You like that, don’t you?” His voice was knowing. “How about this?” Without warning, he bit down. Drawing the tiny bud into his mouth.

Fireworks went off behind my closed lids. My cries were desperate and loud as I rode another orgasm. My hips lifted on their own, gyrating against his face. I came hard. 

“That’s it, baby… just like….”

Gents words were cut off by the sound of a sharp rap on the window and loud male laughter. And it was only then that I saw them all, staring through the window.

The Black Aces were in my back garden staring in. And they had seen everything.