The Brit (8 page)

JONATHAN

It wasn't e
asy going back out to the party; eating, drinking, smiling, like nothing untoward had happened; I wanted some action. Donald had disappeared with the viper; whatever came of that she was finished. It's sad, he's my brother, she's his wife, but she would never set foot near Joanna again not as long as there's breath in my body.

I kept her close to me all night after that little reveal; no way I was going to let
her leave my sight. In fact, the way I felt right now it would be a long while before I was able to do that without being eaten away with worry. What she didn't know, and the rest of my family was unaware of due to my own silence, is that the one they'd chosen as their protagonist would've gladly enjoyed the charade; only he wouldn't have left it there.

Good old James has a bit of a dark side when it comes to women. I'd severed all ties with him back at Eton
, because of what he'd done to the daughter of a pub owner the next town over. His family's money kept it all hushed up, but I never forgot. He resented me for separating myself from him after that, but there's no way I could've done any differently; I have a mother and a sister after all.

Now with the thought of him having his hands on what's mine, my precious girl, I'm a
lmost sick. Looks like I'll be paying him a long overdue visit soon. As for Melissa, there're no words for what I want to do to that female. In our circle, it's frowned upon to engage in outward demonstrations of displeasure. Everything must be kept swept under the rug; not this time, my destruction of her is going to be very public.

"It's almost over love
, then I'll take you home."

I kissed her hair again, seems
I'd been doing that all evening. If I wasn't kissing her hair, I was hugging her close. Who knew what my peers thought of my public displays? but I no longer cared.

I think my Yank's lack of restrictions
, like the ones I'd been brought up with were rubbing off on me. With Joanna, what you see is what you get; she puts on no ears. She's open and free and sweet, and I'm the luckiest bastard in the world to have found her, my gem. The fact that others and been plotting to destroy that, I could never let go.

I didn't so much make love to my girl, as devoured her later that night. Nothing more was said about the night's happenings, nothing needed to be said. I'll do what must be done, but for now I just wanted my hands on her, all over. I needed to reassure myself that she was here and mine, all mine, only mine.

"Anyone ever touches you I'll kill them." She arched her back beneath me
, as I kept up my steady thrusts in and out of her depths. This night I needed to go deeper than I'd ever gone before.

With my eyes holding hers
, I rocked into her, before taking her lips in a seething kiss, her hair caught tightly in my fists.

"Say it.
.."

"What?"

Her voice caught on her words, as she concentrated only on that part of me that was inside of her. I buried my cock deep and stayed still.

"Say the words
Joanna."

It took her a few seconds to catch her breath
, but eventually she gave me what I wanted, what I needed.

"I'm yours."

Pulling out, I made my way down her body, licking and nipping as I went.

"Open…wider…
good girl."

With her legs spread as wide as they would go
, I licked her sweet pussy; her essence on my tongue drove me mad. Her hands in my hair, nails digging into my scalp; was all the encouragement I needed.

Spreading her little flower open
, I ate her to my heart's content; sticking my tongue as far up inside her as I could reach, her sweet ass held firmly in my hands, pulling her tighter against my mouth.

"
Jonathan..." She writhed under my ministrations. I felt the slight trembling in her body, before I was rewarded with a mouthful of her juices.

She covered her face with a pillow to hide her screams. Couldn't have that, I wanted to revel in them, wanted them to ring out in the room.

Nipping her thighs, I made my way back up her body, and without a word spoken, turned her onto her hands and knees, and sunk home.

"Ohhhhhhh
..."

Her long
, drawn out breath, her fists clutching the sheets, was all I needed to know that she was enjoying this, my rough treatment of her. I latched onto her neck with my teeth; it had been a while since I'd marked my territory. Her pussy clenched around my cock as she pushed back against me taking me in deeper.

The slap
, slap, slap, of our bodies in the room was almost vulgar, but it just added to the intensity of what I felt, what I always felt, when she was under me.

My teeth in her neck my cock in her belly
, that still wasn't enough, I needed more, needed all of her. I took her tits in my hands, palming the hard nipples as I squeezed and pulled on them.

"I'm going to fuck you until the sun comes up, then I'm going to give you a bath, bring you back
here, and fuck your sweet ass..."

I'm not sure yet of what happened overnight, but the next morning there was no sign of Natalie at the breakfast table, and I couldn't drum up the energy to care one way or the other. Everyone else seemed to be in decent spirits including Donald, who was busy putting away his usual healthy helping of what's called a full Irish.

Joanna
had been a bit unsure of her welcome. Silly girl was under the impression that she'd muddied the waters so to speak, but I'd gone above and beyond the call of duty to assure her, that nothing could be farther from the truth. She was looking none the worse for wear, considering I'd kept my word and ridden her hard last night and into the wee hours of the morning.

She'd proven her mettle
, by staying with me all the way. Even after I'd given her a nice leisurely bath, where I'd once again taken her up against the tub, before taking her back to our bed to carry out my diabolical threat of ass fucking her. That too had been spectacular; in fact I could hardly wait to do it again.

"Good morning kids
, I trust you had a good night after all the evening's theatrics."

"Thanks
mum we did." I had to answer since my wife to be's face had become blush red, and she was busy trying to disappear into my side, before I sat her. It would be fascinating as time goes on, to see how long it took her to overcome her innate shyness. I quite enjoyed it, truth be known, but if she kept it up, I'm afraid people would always know when I'd had her.

I sat with my arm on the back of her chair
, after I'd filled a plate for her. We were both ravenous, and plowed our way through our meal of eggs, toast and turkey bacon, with breakfast potatoes, while mum went on about the wedding plans. I didn't bring up the night before and neither did anyone else, that's my family for you, no unpleasantness at the table.

After breakfast
, dad asked Donald and I to come to the study before we headed out to the office. I'm sure I knew what it was about and though I felt badly for Donald's position, there was no way I'm going to give in on this. What she'd attempted to do was criminal; it could've ended in a young girl's demise. The fact that that girl was Joanna made me even less inclined to give a damn.

"Okay boys
, lets get right to it then shall we? Right, Donald, you have the most to lose in this situation, Jonathan you'd agree, so we'll hear from you first."

Donald
took a deep breath as he paced the room like a caged animal; my brother, for all his playfulness and overgrown loutishness, is a very soft- hearted sort. Nothing at all like me, who would destroy the enemy without a second thought.

I hope
he knew that I wouldn't let things end here, that my sense of justice would call for me to exact retribution against the ones who sought to harm my love.

"
Jonathan, I know how you must feel about all this mess, but I'm asking you as your brother, let me handle Natalie."

I studied him for the barest of seconds.

"And as my brother you know that's not going to happen; you know me, you all know me. Joanna's mine, I take care of what's mine.

"Jon…
."

"She's
fucked dad, James fucking Thornhill? Of all the blokes in our circle, she chose the worst of the fucking lot. Do you have any idea what could've happened to her had they carried out their scheme?"

"What about the
Pendleton girl? You can't go around exacting your own brand of justice son, it's just not done."

"Watch me."

I left the room more pissed than when I went in. Now I had something else to add to the column against Natalie, as this will no doubt cause strain between my brother and I.

I heard her laughter as I reached the morning room; she'd gone there with
mum and Sandra. The room was a mess of wedding paraphernalia, and the girls seemed to be enjoying themselves, if the silly grins were anything to go by.

Just then
, the sunlight shone through the plate glass window; catching fire to the deep reddish brown streaks of her hair. My heart clenched at the sight of her, so young, so amazingly beautiful. And to think had I not taken that trip to the states I'd never have met her; the thought almost brought me low.

No
, I couldn't let it go. I'd brought her into my home, the bosom of my family, where she was supposed to be safe. They won't get away with any of it.

She must've sensed my stare
, because suddenly she turned to me, while mum and sis had their heads together over some book. The smile still on her face as the laughter faded.

With just the lowering of my eyes I called her to me.

She came without question or hesitation, and I took her hand and led her from the room.

"Oh my..."

My mother's softly whispered words reached my ears, as I changed course and headed back to our rooms. Looks like I was going to be late to work after all.

I left a very well satisfied fiancee home in our bed, as I headed out to work. I hadn't seen Donald since our meeting with dad, and wasn't sure what, if anything he'd decided to do about his wife, and the fact that I was going after her. For his sake, I would've gone easy, but I can't get the words she'd said on that recording out of my head.

I'm no fool
, I study people; in our business it's a good trait to have. I know now that she'd never accept Joanna; she'd always see her as inferior. And that crack about my Joanna tainting her children's name, was as low as she could go, as far as I was concerned.

I entered the office with work
the farthest thing from my mind. My first order of business was Thornhill. I had no doubt the other man would've liked nothing better than getting back at me, but he'd made a costly error in judgment. Coming after me personally might've garnered him a few broken bones, going after my woman was going to cost him a lot more.

For the next few hours
, I methodically combed through everything I knew about him and his dealings. It was always good to know your enemy, and though I haven't had cause to deal with the slime in quite some time, I still knew all the ways to get to him if need be.

I'm now of two minds, destroy him financially
, which would cause him to lose face in some of those vaunted circles he was so proud of belonging to. Or have him sent to jail for a very long time.

"Why don't we go with door number three? All the above." That sounded about right
, as I smiled to myself.

It's amazing how easy it is to destroy someone, especially when they left all the crumbs for you to follow. I'm sure by now he's heard that his part in the l
ittle scheme had been uncovered. No doubt Donald had lit into his wife and she in turn had warned her cohorts, but no matter. There wasn't a hole big enough in all of England for that sod to hide in.

I called her around lunch
time because I missed the hell out of her, which was nothing new. It reminded me that I hadn't yet shown her around my home country. There hadn't been time, from one thing to the next, and now with this new development, I'm not sure how I felt about exposing her, until I had taken care of our enemies.

She answered the new fancy phone I'd bought her with a laugh.

"Hello sweetheart, are you having fun with mum and sis?"

"Yes we are, I found the perfect dress, oh and shoes
, and Margaret says tomorrow we'll go into the family vault to look for the perfect jewelry, whatever that means."

The cheer in her voice warmed my heart
, and worked to soothe away some of the rough edges brought on by what I'd been immersed in. There was really no way to swim in filth without getting some of it on you though was there?

We chatted for a few minutes more before hanging up
, and I sat in contemplation for a while, going over my life in the last few weeks. Things really had progressed rather quickly. When I'd boarded my jet headed for the states, I had no idea my life would take this amazing turn. Now I can't imagine a world without her in it. Not waking up to her face on the pillow next to mine, not hearing her infectious laugh, or watching her bite her lip in that way that went straight to my gut.

Even now
, it brought a smile to my face.

Putting a
side my thoughts of getting her horizontal, I set about putting my plans in action. First order of business, was letting a few known truths mysteriously leak to the right people. By end of day one James Thornhill will find himself at the end of some very tough questions, from some very pissed off investors.

It was a sure thing
, that if someone was as corrupt and immoral as he is in his dealings with the fairer sex, chances are he's not a poster boy for man of the year in other aspects. It hadn't taken me long to find the thread I needed and pull on it. And what was revealed, is more than enough to set things in motion. One thing I was certain of when it comes to the peers of the realm, they do not take kindly to being duped. And since Thornhill dealt mostly with members of high society, that's mostly who he's been skinning for the past few years.

One family in particular would be in my estimation
, the worst sort to cross. The Reginald brothers were known for their swift, and sometimes not so legal retribution. I'd start with them. By the time they were through, and the others I planned to have lined up in wait for their turn at the erstwhile Mr. Thornhill had had a go, then I'd set about seeing that his family's money and influence did not keep him from seeing the inside of a jail cell.