Here we are with the starting chapter for brother number two: Chris Whelan, he's the youngest of them all. Thanks go out again for Jazcullen doing the proofreading, the guild for their continuous support and advice and Asylum for an excellent job doing the final editing.
The next chapter is currently on his desk as well and I'm working on the next one too.
Hope you're all not too mad at me for taking so long with posting again.
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SIW : Christopher Saint Ives Whelan
Chapter One : A Deal Is A Deal.
He cursed when he heard his phone ringing. After twisting and turning for hours he finally was falling asleep when the dreaded noise woke him up again. Squinting his eyes, he turned his head, trying to make out the time on his alarm clock. Two thirty in the morning, it showed.
"Whoever is calling better have a damn good reason for waking me up in the middle of the night," he grunted as he turned around, sat up and reached for his mobile on the nightstand.
Looking at the display, he raised an eyebrow. It was his brother Nick. Flipping open the phone, he answered the call.
"Nick, do you know how fucking late it is? Some of us are trying to get some sleep!" Chris growled at his brother Nick, wishing he could punch his eldest brother for waking him at this ungodly hour.
"Hello to you too Chris. I need a favor."
"And that couldn't wait 'till morning or what?"
"Not really. I need to get this sorted before noon."
"What you're after then?" Chris replied a bit less grumpy.
"Are you able to get your hands on an old, fast sports car? Preferably one that still needs quite a bit of work done. Price isn't an issue," he told him.
"Why do you need an old wreck by tomorrow?" he asked, puzzled at the request of his older brother.
"By noon," Nick answered.
"Still. Why would you think I could pull that off? And again, what for?" He could sense the resistance of his brother.
Hesitantly Nick said, "The thing is, I was in 'The Vixen' earlier tonight."
"Yes, you go there on occasion, we all know that. What has that got to do with the fact you want a car wreck by noon tomorrow?" he urged his brother on.
"Well, I found my mate," he blurted out.
Silence followed. Chris lowered his mobile for a second then put it back next to his ear.
"You're kidding me, right Nick?" he said, his voice not hiding his disbelief.
"Nope, I know, of all places I ran into her in 'The Vixen'. But it's not going to be easy. For starters she's human, so she doesn't know what I am really. I'd love to mate her right here and now, but even I realize I can't do that. So I have to take things slow, gain her trust and bit by bit let her know there are more things that roam this earth than humans and animals," Nick explained.
"A human, that won't go down well with the packs bitches, my dear brother, but I'm glad for you. But again, what's this all that got to do with you waking me in the middle of the night? Surely you didn't do so just to tell me you found your mate?" He was getting a little impatient now.
"No, we didn't stay long, I offered her a ride home since her friends decided to stay a bit longer. Once we got to my car it turned out she has a passion for fast cars. Without wanting to go into detail, I would owe you one big time if you could find me an old car by noon tomorrow which we could fiddle with. She grew up fixing cars with her old man."
"First of all, you don't fiddle with a car," he cut in.
"She made that fact clear as well," Nick chuckled.
"Second, I'll see what I can do. I won't promise anything. Where do you want it should I get hold of one?" he asked, his mind already working through the dealers he usually worked with.
"You still got the key to my private garage?"
"Yeah I have it."
"There should be some room on the right side. I can move around the cars later if needed."
"Ok, ok, again, not promising anything, but I'll see what I can find. Can I go back to sleep now?" Chris replied.
"Yes my little brother, I'll let you go back to sleep now," Nick chuckled, ending the conversation.
"Well I'll be damned, my big brother finally found his mate," Chris said aloud, lightly shaking his head in disbelief. Closing his mobile, he put it back on his nightstand.
Knowing he had some calls to make in the morning, he set his alarm for seven o'clock, convinced it would give him enough time to come up with something that would fit his brother's request. He returned to twisting and turning until sleep overtook him once more that night.
Suddenly he heard the annoying sound of his alarm clock going off. Blindly he stretched out his arm and slammed it a few times, hoping one of them would turn that darn noise off. He wasn't ready to get up yet, he wanted to sleep a little longer. Turning on his back, he kept his eyes closed, groaning at the thought of getting up, but then he remembered the favor his older brother had asked of him.
Reluctantly he threw off the white sheet, uncovering his totally naked frame, and swung his long muscular legs over the edge of the bed. Bracing his arms on his knees, he bent over a little and brushed his hands through his shoulder length curly hair. He pinched the bridge of his sharp nose, hoping to drive away the drowsiness of the little sleep he'd managed to get.
Giving himself a minute to wake up, he took in his clothes that lay scattered on the ground. He couldn't help but grin at the sight of yet another torn shirt. Before going home last night he had spent a few hours with a nice little lady. She first thought he was an easy catch. He smiled. He proved her wrong alright. After she realized his easy going attitude was in contrast with his sexual appetite, she was all too willing to submit to him. After he first restrained her hands and then when she still tried to lead things, he blindfolded her, making sure she had screamed his name and begged for more until her throat was hoarse.
He didn't mind if a woman tried to have her way, but he hadn't met a single one yet that made him care much after the sexual act was done. He loved having the upper hand as much as he loved having his wicked way with a woman's body. But he couldn't bring himself to stay, not a single time. Always he looked down on the woman, a content smile plastered on their faces while they slept. With a single kiss on their head he always said goodbye and left them to wake up alone in the morning.
Getting up, he stretched his muscular body and bit back a yawn. Scratching his head again, he looked down. He was getting puzzled why he always managed to wake up with his cock throbbing in earnest and demanding release. It didn't matter how restless he had slept. Or the fact he didn't remember having any vivid dreams that would explain his aroused state. He still woke up with a morning erection.
He wandered over to his dresser, got some clean underwear and clothes and strolled further to his bathroom. He longed for a long warm shower. The muscles in his neck were acting up again, they felt like they were being stabbed by twenty daggers at the same time. A hot shower was so far the only remedy he found remotely useful.
Laying his fresh clothes on one of the bathroom cabinets, he stepped in the shower. The first few icy cold streams of water made sure he was awake. Bit by bit the water became warmer and not long after it was searing hot. Bracing one hand against the wall, he bent his head, letting the scalding hot water run over his neck and shoulder blades. He stayed like that for several minutes, hoping that the initial ache in his neck would fade at least a little bit.
Rolling his shoulders, they felt a bit more relaxed. He saw his cock still hadn't given up demanding some personal attention. Closing his eyes, his hand traveled south, embracing his hard member. Slowly he started moving his hand, resting a second when he covered the top of his cock, smearing the clear fluid that was oozing out over the rest of his deep red, engorged cock.
His heart started pumping faster and his breathing became more labored the longer he kept up the slow torment he was putting himself through. He didn't believe in getting off quickly, that, in his mind, destroyed the earth shattering finale. He was a strong believer that each orgasm should be enjoyed to its fullest, by himself and the by the woman he chose to bed.
By now he had to reposition his tall legs to steady himself. He leaned against the other wall in the shower, the hot water now cascading down over his face, chest and hard flesh. He groaned passionately, the hot water acting as an extra stimulant and urging him on.
One hand still firmly jacking off his cock, his other hand cupped his balls and squeezed them, gently at first. He let them roll around a bit before he squeezed them a bit harder. Hard enough to send little shivers of pain up and down his spine, but good pain. Pain that felt that what you wanted was just within reach, just around the corner, ready for the taking.
He bit his full lower lip when he finally felt the familiar twitching in his balls and could feel his cock throbbing mercilessly, wanting those last few strokes, those last squeezes. He wanted his release, he wanted to spill his seed. Finally he gave in to his deep urges and he started pumping his flesh fast, coaxing out his release.
He released his balls and placed his free hand on the wall in front of him. He was glad he could brace himself a bit more when he felt his balls tightening up, his seed traveling upwards and finally spurting out of him with each stroke he administered on his throbbing flesh. He kept squeezing and pumping until he felt he didn't have a drop left to spill on the shower floor, the evidence quickly being washed away by the hot water that was still hitting him on his tall, quivering frame.
After several minutes he pulled himself together and washed himself quickly, a bit disappointed he had to take care of this problem by himself, again. He didn't shy away from female companionship and he was the first to admit he was a ladies' man and he enjoyed giving them pleasure, as well as receiving it. But as of late he was feeling an emptiness inside, a longing for something he didn't know yet.
Quickly he dried himself and donned his clothes and made his way to his small kitchen to make a fast breakfast. Once done, he gathered his papers and notebooks from work and got to work, making tons of calls, hoping he would find the one thing his brother was looking for.
After three hours of cursing, he tossed the phone next to him, he wasn't having any luck. Letting out a sigh, he closed his eyes and leaned back. He was running out of time. He really needed the car in an hour, so he had an hour on top of that to make sure it was in his brother's garage.
