Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 09

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.

He rummaged through his papers and came across a business card from a seller of old exclusive vintage cars. He bit back a sigh again, he knew of his reputation, he had a ninety nine percent success rate when it came to finding the old gems. But as far as he knew he only delivered pristine cars and he was looking for an old car that could use some TLC.

It can't hurt to try, he thought to himself. He dialed the number and hoped somebody was present at the other end.

"Ontario Vintage Cars, this is Mia talking, how can I help you?" the familiar soft voice said on the other side.

He couldn't help but smile, her voice had that effect on him, it didn't matter what she said.

"Hi, Mia, it's your avenging angel," he teasingly replied, knowing he mildly ticked her off when acting the charmer.

"Oh, it's you," Mia replied flatly. "What do you need?"

"You're already giving it to me, just keep talking," he kept up the teasing.

"Will you cut it out already? Just tell me what you want, I know it's something important, else you wouldn't be calling us on the weekend," she stopped his teasing.

"Ok, ok. I'm looking for an old car, but it doesn't need to be in pristine condition," he started saying. "I tried all my other contacts and they don't have what I'm after. I know you only deal in pristine cars, but I thought, what the heck, I may as well give them a try, you never know. So how are my odds? They looking a bit good?"

"Give me a minute, I'll check our books. I've been on leave for a while, so I'll have to check what is in stock. I'll be two minutes, if you don't mind waiting on the phone," Mia replied.

"By all means, take your time, if you have anything, I'll be forever in your debt, to do with as you please," he answered. He bit back his laughter, his mind swarming with very naughty ideas he'd be willing to do. Sadly he wasn't able to put a face to her name, they only talked on the phone, but her voice, to him, was so enchanting. Even if she was reading the daily stock numbers to him, he still would be listening with pleasure. He was just so enthralled by her voice.

Trapping the phone between his ear and his shoulder, he made a neat pile of his papers while waiting for Mia to get back to him. He could hear the bristling of papers and the clicks of her typing on a keyboard. Not long after he heard her sweet voice again.

"It seems you are a very lucky man," she started to say, but Chris interrupted her.

"Does that mean you finally will go out with me?"

"Sorry, I have to shatter that dream. On the other hand, we may have a car you might be interested in," she answered.

"I'm always interested in anything with nice curves," he teased again, knowing his last remark sounded a bit cheesy, but when it was Mia on the phone, he just couldn't help himself.

"You're incorrigible, Chris. Does it never get boring, pretending to be such a charmer all the time?" Mia countered him.

"With you it never is boring. But you had a car I may want?"

"Yes, I have. I have the sheet in front of me, it seems to be in working order, but it really could do with some cleaning up and some small bits need replacing. I wonder what the boss was thinking when he got this car, but you're lucky, it's tagged for sale," she answered.

Taking in what she just said, it seemed the car was just perfect and fit the bill for what Nick had in mind.

"What type of car is it then?" he asked.

"It's a classic really, it's a Ford Mustang Shelby GT 500, the price is doable since it isn't in pristine condition," she added.

"Price isn't an issue this time. The car is actually for my brother and he gave me no limits. The car sounds perfect. If you set up the sale papers now, when do you think I can pick it up? I'll bring one of my own garage trucks, so transportation is taken care of."

"It's your lucky day, the car was only brought in last week, so it's still up front. Drawing up the papers only takes five minutes, so basically you can come pick it up whenever you can."

"Ok, I'll be there in twenty minutes, be ready," he hastily spoke. He had two reasons for suddenly being in a rush: first, he had found a car for his brother and needed to get it over right away, and secondly, he was finally going to see Mia.

"Alright, see you in a bit then and I'll have the papers ready," she ended their conversation.

After hanging up the phone he couldn't help but produce a loud, victorious, "Yes!"

Leaving all his stuff on the coffee table, he felt an unfamiliar rush going through his veins. He pushed back the feelings. Sliding his feet into his worn Timberlands, he rushed to his own garage, on his way out grabbing the keys to the big truck.

Doing his best not to break the speed limits, he drove skillfully through the easy Saturday morning traffic. Up the road he saw the well known sign of "Ontario Vintage Cars" and he pulled up right in front of it. Approaching the main building, he always stood still for a minute and took in the nice view of all the vintage cars. They were all in tip top shape and were shining brightly in the summer sun. Letting out an appreciative sigh he then made his way inside.

He did hear the doorbell, announcing his arrival, but he stopped dead in his tracks. He'd been here many times before, but was always unlucky as Mia was never present. She was now. Captivated like a moth to a flame he stood there, drinking in the beauty of the woman seated behind the desk. He had to grin because no matter how beautiful she was, it was evidently clear she had no color coordination. Or she was dressing like a bohemian on purpose, blindly pulling clothes out of her dresser, not caring if they matched or not.

"Hello there," he said, breaking the silence. "Your prince charming has arrived."

Fully turning towards him, Mia looked him straight in the face. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but suddenly he saw a certain reservation pass over her pretty face.

"You must be Chris, I have the papers ready, just have to sign them and sort the payment," she politely said as if she was talking to a complete stranger.

He didn't like her tone, sure they had never met in real life before but they talked so many times on the phone he at least hoped she wouldn't act so reserved toward him. Not sure what had triggered her response, he decided to act as if nothing had changed.

"Do you already want to get rid of your prince charming so fast? You've wounded my heart now," he said, placing his hand over his heart and acting a little hurt. As his eyes focused on her face he saw the corner of her mouth twitch just a little, convincing him she wasn't so unresponsive to his antics as she wanted him to believe.

"I'm sure your heart will survive another day. We have other things to take care of," she replied hastily.

"Yup, we have, like when I'm finally taking you out on a date?" he hopefully countered.

When Mia shook her head slightly, he noticed. He picked up the little twinkle in her eyes when she looked up again.

"I see you don't give up easily, so how about a little deal?" she asked.

Surprised at her sudden change of behavior he could only go along. He already knew he just had to see her again. Now he could put a face to the name, there was no stopping him.

"What little deal did you have in mind then?" he asked inquisitively.

"I'm not saying I'm going on a date with you straight away. But if we meet again, face to face, I'll promise I'll think about it," she told him.

Smelling an opportunity a mile away he jumped straight in.

"Not think about, my lady, but you'll accept my invitation. If we meet again, which I really hope we do, you'll agree to go out with me. You can even pick the place and everything, I'll be the perfect prince charming," he said to her. He knew it might be a little to forward, but she gave him an in and he'd be a fool not to take it, especially since he noticed she wasn't completely unresponsive to him.

He waited patiently for her reply, he could almost see the little wheels turn inside her head, thinking about what to do. Biting back a groan when she wet her lower lip and then bit on it lightly, he closed his eyes. The images passing by roused his manhood. Suddenly feeling like he had on pants two sizes too small, he was glad he had put on a loose shirt that would cover his growing bulge.

Her soft reply startled him out of his daydreaming.

"Ok, you got a deal. Next time we come across each other, I'll accept your invitation. I'll expect nothing less than the best treatment though," she almost whispered.

He felt a wide grin crossing his face, his mind going into overdrive thinking of a way he could "accidentally" bump into her again without it being too obvious.

"That's a deal then, my lady, one I really hope will happen very soon," he agreed.

"Now that is out of the way, mind if we sort the papers now?" she quickly changed the subject, trying to look busy with the papers in front of her.

"Anything you want, my lady," he replied, keeping up his prince charming act.