Total LockDown (LockDown #2) (27 page)

Finally, it has
only taken all day to crack him. I had known something was up with him, that he
didn’t really want the bitch that was sitting on his lap the entire time,
because his eyes were continuously flitting between me and Abbi, Leighton’s
fiancée. There is definitely something between the two of them and I wonder,
deep down, if my brother even knows they are fucking behind his back.

The sexual
tension between them could’ve been cut with a fricking knife. Crazily, his
desire for my new sister in law only makes me hotter for him, makes me want to
drive him so mad with desire, he forgets all about her. She has a man, a good
one at that. It is my chance to find someone, and I want that someone to be my
ex-boyfriend-friends with benefits, Antonio.

I have had a
crush on the guy from as early as I can remember, being a little perv, watching
him working out, playing football with my brother and even pleasuring myself
one too many times over the thought of him. It wasn’t until I was seventeen,
managing to get the guy as drunk as was needed to get him to finally
acknowledge me and fuck me into oblivion.

Damn those were
awesome times, well until my party pooper brothers ruined it for me. Then mum
died and Leighton went on his hunting mission for our father, taking Antonio
with him.

“Argghhh, God.”
I moan loudly as I feel his strong, wet, hot tongue glide the length of my
pussy. “Ant, baby,” I move my hands into his hair, holding onto the flicks hard
as I grind up onto him, my clit assaulting his tongue, or the other way around
more like.

My back jolts
from the bed as his fingers ease themselves inside my slick opening, two of
them, I guess, are stretching me so erotically I nearly cum on the spot.
“Argghhh, god,” I scream a little loudly. Those two words are quickly becoming
the most used in my vocabulary.

“You like that
George, you want more?” he asks me, looking at me from between my thighs.
“Gosh, you taste so fucking fantastic.” He delves into my pussy again, licking,
sucking, biting and spearing me so hard I am nearing orgasm faster than I want.
I am sure it will blow me apart at the seams and that’s the furthest from what
I want now.

“Ah-huh, I want
you in me, NOW!” I pull his hair slightly so he will follow the path I form.
His huge frame slides up my body, every muscle gliding amazingly against my
taut stomach. His mouth reaches mine and I attack it, sliding my tongue in and
duelling with his. I can feel the heat of his dick as it teases my entrance,
jutting forward, wanting to slide in.

“This cannot
happen again after tonight, okay?” he asks me, looking intently into my eyes.
I’ve never forgotten those deep brown eyes of his, like a puppy dog, always
capable of getting whatever the fuck they like.

“Of course, now
fuck me Ant.” I move my hands around him, holding his firm arse cheeks and then
pull him inside of me. It is effortless, sliding perfectly into me. My walls
stretch to accommodate his huge size, fitting him like a glove. I know there is
no way in hell he is going to fit himself completely inside of me, there is no
feasible way to fit a fucking cannon up a vagina.

“Holy hell
Georgia, you are so fucking tight. Has no one been in this pussy since me?” he
asks me, his words sending glorious shivers through my body, every nerve ending
standing proud.

“Nope,” I reply,
my breath becoming short and sharp. I haven’t been with anyone other than Ant
in my entire life. Maybe it is some fucked up dream of mine, hoping he’d one
day forget my brothers stupid macho bullshit and want to be with me again.

“Why? You could
have had anyone, fucked anyone you wanted to. Why?” He is sliding slowly inside
me, withdrawing torturously slow. It is driving me up and beyond anything, I
have ever experienced before, I’v never got myself off anywhere near as hard as
I know this is going to be.

“You, it was
always you Ant.” I confess as my ecstasy drives me higher, a place where I
can’t control what leaves my stupid damn mouth. He won’t want me after this; I
am a kid in comparison.

“Baby, this
can’t happen. You know your brother. He’d kill me.” he grinds his pelvis down
into me, the bones rubbing my clit perfectly. I am close to coming and there’s
nothing that can stop it.

“You seem to
want it rather a lot right now, baby. Fuck! I’m going to cum.” I cry, tears
springing in my eyes as I climb the peak that is imminently going to make me
crumble to big pile of fully fucked-ness.

“Good girl, cum
for Me.” one of his hands reach up to cup my breast, pinching the nipple
between his fingers as he continues to plough into me. The stinging pain, of
the biting pinch sending me over the edge into the bright abyss of pleasure
that is about to consume my fucking soul.

“Ahh, Ahh, Ahh
fuck, coming baby, I’m coming.” Oh god, my whole world turns into a Technicolor
rainbow, sparks flying from every imaginable direction. My pussy is convulsing
as if having a seizure, my body is tensing and relaxing all at the same time.
The most exquisite feeling radiates through my body as I continue to feel the
slams as Ant penetrates my pussy.

“FUCK, BABY!” he
moans aloud as he rams me once more, painfully smashing my cervix with the head
of his monstrous cock. His cum spurts into me powerfully, smothering my entire
sex in the stuff, it feels amazing, out of this world.

“Ant Jesus baby,
how much?” I giggle quietly as he continues to release inside of me.

“All for you,
baby.” He tells me. I hope he is telling the truth, I can’t bear for this to
have all been another delusional fantasy.

“I love you.” I
say quietly, I never stopped, I couldn’t. He is everything to me. He has
consumed my dreams and my life for the past five years, wanting to know what he
is doing, what he looks like, if he sounds the same, if he slurps his spaghetti
the same way he always had.

Get a grip George.

“I can’t love
you baby, it’s not right.” He tells me and it confuses the hell out of me, as
well as pissing me off.

“Can’t or
won’t?” I ask him staring angrily into his eyes. “She isn’t the only person you
can love, Ant.” I tell him, aiming my dig at Abbi.

“George, please
don’t push this. I told you it can’t happen.” He begs me. If he loves me, why
can’t it happen? Surely my fucking brothers will understand we want to be
together, I’m not seventeen anymore.

“Just tell me
Antonio, do you fucking love me or not? Or is it always going to be Abbi” I
shout a little too loudly.

He turns his
head away, looking towards the wall. I clasp his chin and force his face to
mine. “Tell me.” I command him. There is a need inside me that is building
dangerously. I know if he refuses me, I am going to break down like a stupid
needy teenager.

“Five fucking
years I’ve been waiting on you Ant. I’ve loved you that long, thinking about
you, wanting you. My mum died and all I wanted was you. To hold me and tell me
it was okay. I finally get you, but my arsehole brother tells you to stay away
so what do you do, you follow his tail like a lost fucking sheep. You told me
you fucking loved me Ant, five years ago you told me you loved me. Be a fucking
man for once would you.” I shout in his face and then manoeuvre myself from
under him, his dick sliding from me, now flaccid and wet.

I climb from the
bed, storming across the room to the en-suite. I slam the door closed behind
me, running the shower then climbing in. “FUCK!” I shout under the bellowing
steam and water. I want to punch the tiles, it is a strong fucking need, but I
don’t want to bust my hand up, that, I’ll do on his face.

I brush my hair
back into the water, soaking it. The warmth is helping heat the chilled
interior I now feel as rejection takes form inside of me.

A few minutes
later, I jump out of my skin, sliding on the tiled floor and nearly falling
over. Strong arms surround me, lifting me to my feet safely. “Georgia, baby, I
didn’t say I didn’t love you. Fucking hell woman, I’ve loved you just as long,
but it’s been years. I can’t hurt you, because I can guarantee I would angel.”
He whispers from behind, pulling my naked wet body to his. He isn’t hard, just
muscle and soft skin welcoming me.

“Then please,
just love me Ant. All I ever wanted was you. I can work my brother around.” I
beg, closing my eyes to stop the tears from falling. It feels like we are
bloody breaking up, my heart hurts that much, but we aren’t even together.

“Just give me
time okay. I need to sort things out in my head. A lot has happened baby, and I
can’t get you caught up in all my shit.” He kisses my hair, holding me to him,
with his arms across my belly. I lean my head back onto his hard chest. He is
so fricking tall at six and half feet and then me, a tiny five foot two.

“Okay, I can
wait.” I tell him, trying to reassure myself that the possibility of us is
still there.

“Thank you,
sweetheart. Now let me wash me off of you.” That is the last thing I want, I
want to smell him on me for eternity.

“Okay.” I say as
he lathers his hands in soap and starts to rub my entire body; every little bit
of me, scrubbed and cleaned. Strawberries and cherries fumigate the air.

“Thank you.” I
speak quietly through the water.

“What for
princess?” he asks me, just holding me in the shower.

“For giving me
hope. My life has been crap for years now. My brothers not talking, my parents
dying and now all this crap at home, it’s nice to just have some hope in life.
The only joy and hope I’ve seen in life, is from that little boy, but he’ll be
going now, to live with Leighton.” I place my arms atop his, holding him to me.

“I love you,
Georgia, always have and I think I always will, just know that angel. I just
have things to work through and I promise I’ll try and make myself yours.” I
begin to cry, it is embarrassing and childish, but everything that has happened
in the last three days takes toll. It is happy tears and sad tears. My life is
changing direction, taking a new path.

I don’t want to
go home, my heart isn’t there. Here, with my oldest brother, my niece, my
nephew and the man I love. That’s truly were my home is.

“I love you too.
I’ll wait forever and a day if I have to.” I turn my head around and look into
his face. He lifts a finger a wipes away a stray tear, then leans down and
kisses my lips softly, no tongue, no hunger, just soft, beautiful and loving.

HOME, I am here
to stay.

It is June; the
sun is shining, and not a cloud in the sky. Best of all, today is the day.
Today is
the
day I marry my beautiful woman. Abigail will soon be my
wife, my Abigail Lock.

“Bro, you
ready?” Scott asks me. He is smoothing down his own suit. All of my men are
going to be involved. I don’t care that I have seven groomsmen plus my best
man, Antonio, by my side. Abigail has her best friend Maria, now enormous in
size as those twins push her tiny little body out and then my sister, Georgia,
who I thank god for bringing back to me. Brandon’s wife is also part of our
wedding party, having made an excellent impression on Abbi. Debbie should have
been here today, but after I had thrown the bitch to the curb, I haven’t seen
or heard from her, and for all I know Antonio hasn’t either. All we do know is
the baby is healthy and will be born around the end of October.

“I was born
ready for this." I tell them all as they slip their corsage flowers into
their pockets.

“I can’t believe
in less than an hour, my man’s gonna be married. Jesus, when did we all grow
the fuck up ay?” Ant says as he rounds me and gives me a man hug, pulling me
into him hard and patting my back.

The last few
months have been hard on my best friend. Abigail had told me what happened
between the two of them when I left the room. I had deliberately left, leaving
him to work through his anger, hurt and upset with my fiancée, he needed that.
She has also told me how he admitted he loved her. I felt so bad for him,
heartbroken because I know Abbi will never return the amount of love, or the
same level of love he needs. I’m not stupid though, I have seen how close he is
with Georgia, how his eyes follow everything she does, how his eyes light up
when she laughs, how he will sit and stare endlessly at her. It is rather
sickening and I just wish the bastard would talk to me, instead of being a
fucking pussy about it.

I know I drove
them apart before, but she was seventeen for god’s sake, just a kid. She wasn’t
prepared or capable of handling a relationship with Ant, but she’s a grown woman
now, older than my own fiancée, she can make her own mind up.

It is clear as
shit that he loves my sister, he always has. It had hurt me to break them apart
when we were younger; my sister really didn’t need to be involved in the kind
of lifestyle the pair of us were living, and when my mum died, Ant followed me
to hunt for my arsehole sperm donor.

“Ant, Mate, I’m
okay with it, you know.” I tell him. I can’t think of a more decent man than
him for my baby sister. Sure, I’ll miss him and his insertion in my
relationship, I know Abbi will miss him too, but I have to let him move on and
be loved the way he deserves.

“Thanks.” He
smiles shyly at me. We are almost whispering so the others can’t hear.

“Do you love
her? Like really love her like I do Abbi?” I ask him. I don’t really need
clarification, but it would be nice to see it in his face.

A smile spreads
from cheek to cheek and his brown eyes sparkle. He nods his answer, no words
required.

“I’m happy for
you mate, just know though, if you break her heart, I’ll break you. Take care
of her.” I warn him, before pulling him into a hug and patting his back hard.

“Let’s get this
show on the road.” The twins both say as they re-enter the room. “Abbi is
ready, so get your arse downstairs Leigh.” They tell me and we all laugh aloud.

I breathe out a
breath, feeling slightly nervous. “Let’s do this!”

*****

I’m stood at the
altar, in the paved area outside the ballroom. An arch over my head has
stunning flowers weaved around every pole. A beautiful isle, with white cloth
down the middle of two blocks of intricate chairs, leads inside the ballroom,
where I know my soon to be wife will be walking down.

“Breathe.”
Antonio tells me as he stands to my right, his hands placed neatly in front of
him.

“I’m trying.” I
tell him, laughing nervously as my tension kicking up a notch.

My heart stutters
as I hear the music beginning to play, the little classical band to the right
of Antonio, harmonising a beautiful blend of string instruments.

“It’s time.” Ant
whispers in my ear and I think I might just shit a brick right about now. I
breathe in deep, trying to relax; I turn my head over my shoulder and watch as
my men walk down the aisle with the women. Brad and Luke, Georgia with Scott,
Ant’s eyes glaring him down as Scott’s arm rested my sisters, my brother and
his wife, and finally Nate and Abbi’s best friend, Thomas holding my beautiful
Daughter, Joe in front of them, walking down the aisle holding the rings on a
beautiful little cushion. They all reach the end where I stand, parting their
separate ways for their place during the ceremony. Nate and Tom bring me
Melissa, so I can give her a quick kiss on her rosy cheek. She is wearing a
beautiful, pale blue dress that matches in colour to the slim fitted bridesmaid
dresses.

Joe passes the
rings to Ant to hold, taking his place next to me as well. I want him here with
me, supporting me. We have become so close over the last few months, a real
strong bond. He is excelling at school, so bloody intelligent that he puts me
to shame. I am so happy I have him back, to be finally able give him the dad he
deserves.

I give Melissa
back to her uncles and prepare myself for the sight of the next girl to walk
down that aisle. My heart rate spikes and the muscle itself pounds beneath my
ribcage as I hear the beautiful violins and other instruments begin ‘the
wedding march’.

I feel myself
leave my body, my spirit rising from within and floating. I soar above myself,
watching as an outsider as my bride walks down that aisle, her father, Carl, on
her arm. Both of their faces are a picture of perfection. Her smile can’t be
any wider and his couldn’t have been prouder.

My heart swells
inside me, almost exploding out of my chest as she nears me, kissing her dads
cheek before he hands her to me. I want to kiss her, now, hard, and deep to
consume her entire being as she has done with mine. I restrain myself, shaking
my soon to be father-in-laws hand as he places her hand into mine.

She looks breath
taking, her pale skin beautiful and creamy against the ivory of her gown. It
fits tight to her bust, clinching her waist and showing those magnificent
curves of hers. The skirt flares a little, not stupid that it looks like a
meringue, but a slight flare that looks stunning. Her veil hangs over her face,
covering her intense blue eyes that are already a little shiny with tears.

“You look breath
taking, angel.” I tell her as I take hold of the edge of her veil and lift it
over the tiara holding it to the trail down her back with her cascading hair.
She smiles at me, a single tear falling down onto her cheek. She is wearing
barely any makeup, her face pure and stunning as it always has been.

We both turn to
face the registrar. He nods to us both and then begins to speak.

“Dearly beloved,
we gather here today to bear witness to the eternal joining of Leighton Michael
Lock and Abigail Rose Adams. In the eyes of the company and of our holy father,
we shall join this man and this woman together in holy matrimony. If anybody
can show just cause as to why these two people may not lawfully be joined
together, let him now speak or else hereafter forever hold his peace.” He looks
around the room and I half expect Kalina to pop up and show her fucking face,
but nothing.

Then he turns to
me, and asks me; “Leighton Michael Lock, will you have this woman to be your
wedded wife, to live together in the holy state of matrimony? Will you love
her, comfort her, honour and keep in sickness and in health; and forsaking all
other, keep you only for her, so long as you both shall live?” I look to my
left and smile at my fiancée.

“I will.” I
reply to the registrar, smiling widely.

He then turns to
Abbi, “Abigail Rose Adams, will you have this man to be your wedded husband, to
live together in holy matrimony? Will you love him, comfort him, honour and
keep in sickness and in health; and forsaking all others, keep you only for
him, so long as you both shall live?” she looks to me, trying her hardest not
to cry.

“I will.” She
replies, and my heart beats faster in my chest, as together we are almost
legally bound.