Page 13 of The Boss's Christmas
Conall stared at the shops along the street beside the beach until finally, one caught his eye. “Park anywhere along here.”
Sloan ended up finding a spot about ten feet from the car shop Conall had seen. “I’ll be back in about ten minutes.”
He didn’t wait for Sloan’s answer. Shoving the door up, Conall exited the car and raced to the shop. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but there had to be something in here that Sloan would like. It looked like the kind of place he’d enjoy shopping in, with specialized equipment for all the fancy cars he loved, including Ferraris. A shop assistant came to help him, and after ten minutes, he decided on something small, something that Sloan would probably never guess Conall would buy him. The assistant frowned and added the photo Conall downloaded for him from Terrance’s Facebook, before putting the present in a box and wrapping it for him. It only took a total half an hour.
Conall grinned to himself as he headed back outside. He paused when he saw Sloan, leaning against the bright red Ferrari, with a woman standing in front of him. She giggled at something he said, brushing her hair over her shoulder as though she was the most beautiful person in the world. She wasn’t, as far as Conall was concerned. He’d seen bigger and better tits on the whores at the Virtue. She wore a red minidress that almost matched the color of the Ferrari and at least six inch heels of the same shade. Long sandy blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and she wore enough makeup to keep manufactures in business.
Anger and jealousy twisted inside of Conall and he stormed toward them before he could stop and think about what he was going to do. He couldn’t just go over there and call her a whore. Except, that’s exactly what he did.
“Who’s this whore?” Conall snapped when he reached them.
Sloan had slipped on his sunglasses at one point and when he looked at Conall, Conall couldn’t see the reaction to his comment in Sloan’s eyes.
The woman huffed. “Who are you? Can’t you see me and Sloan are having an important conversation?” She rested her hand on her hip, showing off the equally red fake fingernails. Hadn’t she heard of other colors?
“Oh, Sloan, huh?” Conall’s jaw tensed and he glanced at Sloan. “Well then, I’ll leave you alone. I’ll get a taxi back to the house.”
It didn’t occur to him that he didn’t actually know the address, but he didn’t care either. He spun on his heel, but before he could move, Sloan seized his arm.
“Pet….” The warning in that deep baritone made Conall’s body tremble in equal parts fear and pleasure. “Stay.”
The woman laughed. “He doesn’t need to. You can take me for a drive in the Ferrari. They’re my favorite.”
Conall glared at her. “Looks like anything expensive is your favorite.”
Sloan’s lips quirked. “Enough, pet. You’ve made your point.”
“I don’t think I have,” he spat, ripping his arm out of Sloan’s hold. “I swear to God, Sloan, if you think you can fuck around on me, I’ll pack my bags right now and head back to the Virtue. Terrance already offered to speak to you about letting me come home for good. He’d find you another pet.”
Sloan tensed, mouth pressed in a firm line, and real fear slid down Conall’s spine. “You’re not going anywhere, Conall. Never. You’re mine, you agreed to it. I won’t have you threatening me because you’re jealous of some blonde bimbo.”
“Excuse me?” The woman’s high voice grated on Conall’s nerves. “I’mnotsome bimbo.”
Sloan spun on her, jaw ticking. “Leave. Now.”
She huffed again and then muttered something about rich pricks as she stomped away. Probably went to find the next rich guy that would give away some of his money for a tight pussy. But Conall was stuck here, facing a pure rage that he’d never seen from Sloan before. Sloan hauled him toward an alleyway and Conall went without a fight.
Sloan shoved him against the wall.
“What was that?” he snarled, the calm persona Conall was used to gone.
“Nothing.” Conall raised his chin, lips pressed in a thin line.
Sloan bared his teeth like a rabid dog. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Conall. I’ve let you off the hook more times than I would usually allow, and I won’t have you lying to me. Not once more.”
Conall had never seen anger like this from Sloan and the raw power of it had Conall’s groin tightening. The reminder of Sloan’s strength made his hair stand to attention, while blood rushed south, straight to his balls and cock. Fear lingered beneath the surface, even a blind man would be afraid of Sloan by his voice alone, but mixed with that was lust. Conall was tempted to drop his pants and bend over for Sloan right then and there.
Conall licked his lips and stared out of the alleyway, at the people that strolled by in shorts and T-shirts, enjoying the warm sun. Some people didn’t have shirts on at all, and women of all shapes and sizes were dressed in different kinds of bikinis. Anyone could look their way and see Sloan pressed up against him threateningly. The thought excited him. He wanted them to see Sloan and himself in this position, for them to know that a powerful mob boss had his pet’s cock hard; Sloan had his pet ready to drop to his knees to get his master off. And that frustrated him. He couldn’t be mad at Sloan without being turned on. That’s not how being angry worked, damn it!
Sloan’s gaze dipped to Conall’s crotch and his eyes heated with lust, but the hardness in his face didn’t disappear. He curled his fingers in Conall’s collar and tugged hard on it, nearly choking Conall in the process. “Speak, or I won’t give you what you want.”
“I don’t like you talking to whores like that. You were too close to her, and I’m not gonna stand by and let you flirt with other people,” he snarled.
Sloan tutted. “I wasn’t flirting with her, pet. She asked about the car and I answered questions.”
“Bullshit!” Conall attempted to shove him but Sloan was like a rock and barely moved. “She was all over you.”
Sloan smiled then and that pissed Conall off even more. “You don’t need to be jealous, pet. No one makes my cock harder than you do. No one.”
