10. Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
Griffin’s Beach Brock
“ W ho the fuck are you?” Brock mumbles as he stares at his computer screen.
He sits in just his sweatpants in his home office. For the first time in a long time, Summer and Brock had an entire night to themselves while their daughter stayed at a friend’s house.
Biting down on his lip, he remembers how Summer stepped into his office last night wearing nothing but a sheer black nightie, giving him a full view of everything she has to offer.
A memory that has him suddenly uncomfortable and no longer focusing on the screen in front of him as his program tries to identify the mystery man.
His wife is the daughter of Sebastian Griffin, and their family founded Griffin’s Beach. She’s always been sophisticated. Demure as the kids say these days. Classy, poised, and polished. But the moment Summer Bradshaw steps into the bedroom, she turns into a completely different woman.
Swearing like a sailor, she takes exactly what she wants. There’s almost no limit to what she’s willing to try. Anything and everything in bed, they’ve tried. Things Brock will never, ever admit to his brothers, but when Summer makes a request, he’d be remiss to turn her down.
She’s still sleeping, and he considers waking her up as he remembers how she rode his face last night.
Knowing she lays naked under the covers has him fully hard now, and he smiles knowing she’s always ready and willing in the morning.
Which works best for them considering their daughter has developed night terrors and doesn’t always make it through the night without one.
As much as Brock wants to run into the bedroom and fuck his wife, he already put his work off.
He still needs to identify the man who wants to harm Shannon.
It’s humiliating how long it’s taking, and he only found the footage with a clear enough shot of the man’s face in the hotel restaurant a few days ago.
“I know for a fact you are not Kiefer Sutherland, you entitled fuck, but who are you?” he mutters.
“There you are,” Summer says, and he turns in his chair to look at her, his erection pitching a tent in his sweatpants.
Even after a night of thorough fucking, she looks perfect. Not a hair out of place, and he imagines cartoon birds helping primp her before she rouses from a restful sleep.
“Hey, baby,” he says, accepting the kiss and fresh coffee she hands him before smirking at his obvious arousal. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“More satisfied than I have in a long while. We rarely have the opportunity to keep each other awake all night. I forgot how much I missed my husband.”
Pulling her into his lap, he kisses her properly and rubs her face with his thumb. “We’ll work on making it a more regular thing.”
“Do you really have to work right now?” she whispers before biting his bottom lip.
Her cleavage pushes against him as she rubs her pelvis against him as she straddles him. He groans and closes his eyes. “I still can’t identify the asshole who beat up Shannon.”
Despite needing to get back to work, he lowers his face to suck on Summer’s nipple through the thin fabric of her robe. “What if it’s quick?” she asks between pants.
“Baby, it’s never quick with us. Not unless we have a hard stop time, and even then, we’re usually late.”
She reaches between them and frees him from his sweatpants to stroke him. “Pretty please? I’m so ready that it won’t take long to get off. And I need you.”
He knows what she really wants, and it’s not simply an orgasm. They had the discussion last night he’d been expecting for a while now. She wants another baby.
With things finally looking to be settling down with the club, Brock has no reason to hold back. Not that he really wants to. He did have to admit his biggest fear is something happening to Summer or Marie, and another baby adds to that fear. She promised to help make sure nothing happens to them.
“Fast,” he murmurs and picks her up off the chair to set her on the ground.
The room has multiple desks, most with monitors and equipment to help him do what he does best, but he has one surface meant for paperwork. Nothing else sits on it, and it’s currently empty.
Summer moves to it without Brock having to say a word, and she drops her robe to the ground before bending over to rest her chest on the cool surface with her ass in the air. It’s so delicious, he almost changes his mind about this being fast.
Yanking his sweatpants down, he moves and eases into her, loving her little moan as he fills her. Her scent is beyond intoxicating, and he’s suspects he won’t last too long.
“Stop with the tender strokes,” she says and reaches back behind her. “Fuck me, baby.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He takes her hands and uses them almost like reins on a horse as he pounds into her.
His pace becomes almost desperate, and she bucks back against him to help take him as deep as physically possible. Her fingers wrap around his wrists, and she claws into him slightly.
“Fuck,” Summer mutters as her back arches. Her pussy clenches around his cock, and she cries out, her body off of the desk. “Oh God, yes!”
Knowing she’s sated means he can finally find his own release, and he explodes, his body jerking as he comes hard inside her. The orgasm hits so quickly and intensely that he can’t even formulate a word. All he can make is sounds.
Slowly releasing her arms, he helps guide her back down to the desk and runs his hands along her back while he stays inside her warmth for just a few more moments.
“As much fun as last night was, I do enjoy a good quickie,” she mutters with her cheek pressed against the wood.
“Any time with you is a good time,” he says and eases out of her. “But that was fucking amazing.”
Standing, she reaches down to grab her robe and slips it back on as he pulls his sweatpants up. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he says and kisses her. “More than you know.”
“I think I have an idea…”
Summer stops speaking and frowns, and Brock stares in concern. “Summer?”
“Hmm?”
“You said you have an idea. Then you froze.”
Pointing at the screen, she asks, “Is that who you’re trying to identify?”
He turns and nods. “Yeah, that’s the guy who beat up Shannon and doesn’t want to take no for an answer. He calls himself Kiefer.”
“You’re going to want to talk to my dad.”
“What? Why?”
“Because that’s Donald Ramsey. He’s the CFO of Dad’s company.”
Shaking his head, he looks confused. “Are you sure? I’ve run him through multiple databases, and if he’s that prominent, I should’ve gotten a result by now.”
“He’s untouchable, Brock. Dad hates him, but he blackmailed his way into the company. He’s a paranoid narcissist, and he’s dangerous. Promise me you won’t go after him.”
“I can’t promise that if he’s after Shannon. He said he’ll kill her if she won’t be his. We can’t just let that go and put her in danger.”
She lets out a shaky breath. “Talk to Dad before you do anything.”
“Maybe it’s not him.”
“He goes by Kiefer, right?” He nods, and she sniffles. “He’s obsessed with Kiefer Sutherland. He’s even referred to himself as Jack Bauer. You know, the main character in 24 . It makes sense he’d use that name. You have to be careful, Brock.”
“Always.”
“ H ey, Sebastian,” Brock says as his father-in-law steps into his house.
Normally, Brock would meet Sebastian at his work or the house Summer grew up, but Sebastian insisted they meet at his house. It’s not safe otherwise.
“Hey, Brock. Please tell me that you aren’t going after Donald Ramsey,” Sebastian says and sits at the kitchen table.
He waves away the mug of coffee his daughter offers him, and Brock sees fear in the older man’s eyes. “He’s hurting a woman. A woman someone in the club cares about.”
“You have to be diligent with him,” he says.
“He’s paranoid. Crazy-paranoid. He put cameras in his office because he’s convinced someone will try and break into it.
He also has a top-of-the-line security system at his house.
I don’t know what he has to steal, but whatever it is, he considers it precious. ”
“Everything is hackable if you have the right set of skills.”
“Look, Brock, I don’t know exactly what Donald’s done, but you can’t take him on like you can everyone else. He’s untouchable. You’d have a better chance at getting to the President of the United States than you do getting Donald Ramsey.”
The statement catches him off guard. “Why?”
“He has dirt on everyone. Every position of power, he has something. He’s embezzled from multiple other companies, but he was never convicted. I wouldn’t have let him into the position he has now, but I have a board that I gave power to since my stroke.”
Summer stands behind Brock and gently rubs his tensing shoulders. “How do you know he’s embezzled if he wasn’t convicted?”
“The business world isn’t as big as people think.
He’s bankrupted companies. Your godfather, Terry, took his life because Donald ruined his company and his reputation.
But he has information on every prosecutor, judge, city official, and state official in a tri-state area.
You name it, he probably has something to hold over someone’s head. ”
“Which is how he blackmailed his way into your company,” Brock says. “You have a board of people with pasts to use against them.”
Sebastian nods his head. “I hate him, but there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. All I can do is watch the money, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he tries to take down my family’s business when he’s tired of me watching over his shoulder.”
“Then that’s even more reason to take him down,” Brock says. “An attack on you is an attack on me. I won’t let him take you down.”
“I appreciate the sentiment, Brock, but he’s untouchable. I have plans in place to be okay until I die, and he won’t be able to touch my personal fortune.”
“If we can get our hands on his information, we can neutralize him,” Brock muses.
Various different plans formulate in Brock’s mind, and he feels a strange sense of excitement. He’s been on the sidelines for years now because he’s more of the computer and behind-the-scenes guy. Getting into the action feels like an itch he can’t quite scratch but needs to.
“The moment he suspects you’re sniffing around is the moment you can be assured he’ll have you locked up with the key thrown away. It won’t end well,” Sebastian says.
Wincing, Summer squeezes Brock’s shoulders. “Okay, I know this might be a bit uncharacteristic of me, but wouldn’t killing him kind of fix everything?”
“Trust me, I’ve considered my options with that,” he says and looks up at his daughter with sad eyes. “I learned a while ago that I’m not the only one with contingency plans. If he dies, everyone he has dirt on will have their information released. I’d be taking out some of my closest friends.”
“So… He gets hit by a bus tomorrow, and everyone just has all of their dirty laundry exposed?” Summer asks.
He nods his head. “Pretty much. He has a group of men working for him that do their best to ensure nothing bad happens to him. But if he has a heart attack tonight, my entire board will be hurt.”
The wheels in Brock’s head continue to turn, and he has an idea. He just has to figure out how to get into this guy’s system. If it’s as heavily secured as Sebastian says, he won’t be able hack into it from his house. He’d have to be on-site for it to work.
“I can see you thinking, Brock. He has unlimited funds. Took money from some of the largest corporations to help fund his vendetta.”
This man terrorizes everyone, and if he’s threatening to take lives while forcing others to take their own after what he does to them, he has to be stopped. “Opting to sit idly by won’t go over well with the club.”
“I don’t think I have to tell you that money talks. Especially if that money was used to get information that buys him more than cash ever will. Like immunity.”
“Sebastian—”
“I don’t want my granddaughter visiting her father in prison for the rest of his life.”
The image of only ever seeing Summer and Marie through plexiglass pushes the excitement of the challenge back a bit. But can he really let this man possibly take his father-in-law’s company from him? And continue to terrorize and hurt Shannon?
Do I even have the balls do this anymore?
Another seed of doubt plants itself. The man behind the computer screen can no longer take care of his own. Sure, he just helped embarrass a glorified frat boy, but everything else he does is supporting the club.
Maybe I’ve lost my edge if this makes me question myself. I’ve never been easily deterred like this before. Fuck.