In Too Deep: Castell Brothers - Book 1 (The Castell Brothers) Read online

  “Are you ok, Elsa?”

  My heart is racing because your arm is around me, but apart from that fine.

  “Yes . . . yes, I'm fine . . . thank you. Thank you so much, they were horrible - I hope you won’t get in trouble for that?”

  He smiles and shakes his head, “No, they cannot throw me out of my own club.”

  I look at him shocked. He owns this club? Well, that explains why he looks so important. He leans into me, his arm still around my waist. “You will have this drink with me now?”

  Oh Jesus, his accent is so sexy - I really want to accept.

  I look at Hayley and Kelly, Hayley is talking to Kelly with her arms around her - she needs to go home.

  I lean towards Xander, I have to stand on my tiptoes to talk in his ear and put my hand on his shoulder. “I need to get Kelly back, it’s not fair to expect Hayley to do it on her own . . . so I better not. Thank you so much for helping me out with those guys.”

  He shrugs, “It was nothing . . . what if I come back with you? I am done here. Would you be good with having a drink with me in the hotel bar, would this make you feel safe?”

  Aw, he’s worried I think he’s a weirdo or something. It’s so weird . . . I know I don’t know him, but I wouldn’t be worried about being left on my own with him at all.

  I smile at him. “That would be fine with me . . . I could get you a drink to say thank you.”

  He smiles at me and holds my gaze . . . I can’t look away. This man gives me butterflies. I need to be careful here . . . it’s ok having a bit of holiday fun, but this man oozes danger and sex.

  “I will get a car out front to take us to the hotel, yes? Meet me outside in five minutes with your friends.” He turns and walks off.

  When we get outside the club there’s a Mercedes parked up and Xander is casually leaning against it with his ankles crossed, smoking a cigarette. When he sees us he stands up straight and throws his cigarette away.

  Kelly being Kelly, and being hammered shouts. “Fuck me! You. Are. Hot!”

  I turn to her. “Kelly shut the hell up! You’re an embarrassment.”

  He doesn’t acknowledge that she’s said anything, he makes me feel like I’m the only one there when he looks at me. “Ready?” he says raising his eyebrows and smiling.

  I nod and he holds the door open for us to get in. I get butterflies at the thought of being alone with him back at the hotel. Why is he interested in me? I don’t know . . . but who am I to question it?

  When we get back to the hotel I say goodnight to the girls.

  Hayley whispers “Be safe and don’t be late or I’ll worry.”

  I shake my head. “I won’t, I promise - I’m just gonna have a couple of drinks with him.”

  She nods and grabs Kelly to pull her along. “Come on piss-head.” She links her guiding her to our room.

  Kelly shouts loudly, “Night Dark and Dangerous! Night babe - love you.”

  I look at him and he’s smirking. Oh shit, he knows his nickname now - I’ll kill Kelly!

  He looks at me and raises his eyebrows. “Dark and dangerous?” he questions.

  I shrug. “Sorry . . . she kind of nicknamed you when she first saw you.”

  He threw his head back and laughed, showing the most perfect white teeth and his eyes did that crinkly thing . . . Oh god, I’m in trouble here. “I like it, she is quite accurate actually – what would you like to drink?”

  “Oh no,” I shake my head. “I’m getting this one as a thank you.”

  He grins at me, his eyes twinkling. “Elsa, the drinks are all free here, it is an all-inclusive hotel.” Oh crap . . . I forgot about that. How embarrassing . . . he’s going to think I’m an idiot.

  “Oh . . . yeah . . . I forgot.” I said feeling myself going a lovely shade of red! “Ok, I’ll have a vodka and diet coke please.” He goes off to the bar, I watch him get served. The staff here seem to know him, I can hear him talk in Spanish to the waiter. My insides go literally to mush. I squirm in my seat. This gorgeous man in his own right is too much to take in . . . but speaking Spanish too? Jesus Christ! I totally fancy this guy . . .

  He places the drinks on the table and sits on the couch next to me, placing his arm around the back of me and turning to half face me. I’m very conscious of how short my dress is now that I’m sitting so close to him, his hand is about an inch away from my bare thigh. I look up at him, his eyes are on my legs - I cross them self-consciously, but then this just shows more bare thigh. His expression darkens and then he looks up to meet my eyes. He doesn’t say anything, he just looks at me . . . definitely with lust in his eyes.

  I clear my throat and shift uncomfortably. I see him shake his head a little and then relax. Phew, his gaze is intense. I want this man. Wait . . . did I just think that? I’ve never wanted a man before like this, sure I’ve fancied guys, but I want to feel this man on top of me, kissing me, inside me . . . Jesus . . . what is wrong with me?

  I look at him and smile. “Thank you so much for helping with those guys - I know you expect a few idiots on holiday, but they were getting a little intimidating.”

  He shook his head. “I did not like the way they were looking at your friends and I certainly did not like the way that they were looking at you.” His brows furrowed as though he was trying to understand something, shaking his head slightly. Then he smiles “You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen - I know every man will tell you this, but they are remarkable. The most intense colour of green I have ever seen.”

  “Thank you,” I say blushing. I do get quite a lot of comments about my eyes - I guess they’re an unusual colour - but it’s not like I had a say in what colour they were going to be. I liked that he liked them though. A lot. “Yours are pretty amazing too . . . and I bet you hear that a lot.”

  He smiles and looks thoughtful. “You are confusing me, Elsa. I do not normally respond to women this way. I appreciate beauty - but I am not normally drawn to someone the way I feel drawn to you.”

  I don’t know what to say to that – I know that I feel the same way . . . everything this guy does attracts me to him.

  I smile shyly and look at my hands resting on my knee. “I’m attracted to you too,” I say so quietly that he can hardly hear.

  When I look back up at him his blue eyes have turned to a deep blue, he leans in towards me . . . I know he’s going to kiss me. When his lips reach mine he lifts his hand to place it gently around my neck. I feel like I’m going to melt. I start to kiss him back and his tongue lightly touches mine, sending electric bolts through me. I groan and he reciprocates with a noise deep in his throat, a telltale sign that he’s as turned on as me. He breaks off from our kiss and starts to trail kisses down my neck until he gets to my collarbone, then he breaks off breathless.

  “Ay dios mio . . . I cannot believe I am kissing you like this here! I’m losing my mind.” He stares at me for a moment. “Come back to my room?” he asks huskily.

  I shake my head. As much as I want to, I know it’s wrong to go back to his room with him when I’m not going to have sex with him - although it’s tempting to say goodbye to that virginity right now, right here after a kiss like that.

  “No, I can’t . . . it’s . . . it’s not a good idea.” I stammer, still breathing pretty hard. God, I can't remember the last time a kiss left me so flustered . . . if ever. I don’t know anything about him though. “I don’t mind staying here and talking though - but I can’t go back to your room with you . . . I . . . don’t trust myself.” I half-laugh.

  He smiles and relaxes back in his chair, his hand falling from my shoulder. “You are right of course. We know nothing about each other. I am sorry, I should not have asked that of you.”

  “It’s fine, don’t worry. So . . . tell me about you. I take it that you live here in Ibiza if you own a club here?”

  He shakes his head. “No, I live in Madrid - I own clubs all over Spain, the one here is my latest acquisition, so I’m just here for a month or so t
o see that the changeover goes smoothly and I want to be happy with how the club is run with its current manager so that I do not have to replace him.” He says matter of factly.

  Oh right, bloody hell. So he’s rich. He looks so young to be so successful. “How old are you?” I ask bluntly.

  “Thirty-one. . . how about you?”

  “I’m twenty – I’ll be twenty-one in August,” I say smiling. I tilt my head looking at him closely, “You’re young to own more than one club, how did you do so well, so young?” I’m being nosey, but we’re supposed to be getting to know each other after all.

  He pauses. “My stepfather is a very well-known businessman in Spain . . . very successful. My step-brothers and I run different branches of his businesses for him.”

  Ah, this explains it. I can’t help but keep looking at his piercing blue eyes. He has all the colouring of being Spanish but has these blue eyes that are mesmerising me. “Are you Spanish? You sound Spanish, but your eyes . . . ”

  He laughs. The sound when he laughs is my new favourite sound. “I’m half Spanish my mother is English, my father was Spanish.” His eyes darken when he mentions his father and his face goes stony. Hmmm, think there may be a story there.

  “Is that where you get your blue eyes? From your mother?”

  He nods, “Yes, we have the same eyes.” He takes a gulp of his drink, which looks like whisky. “But enough about me. Tell me about you and your life.”

  God . . . where to start. “I work at a lawyer’s office during the week as a secretary.” I hesitate before telling him the second bit. “And I dance in a club at the weekends.” His expression changes, but I can’t read it.

  “How do you mean . . . dance?” he asks quietly.

  “I dance on a podium in a nightclub, I’m not a lap dancer - if that’s what you were thinking.” He nods, his expression unfathomable.

  “I was watching you dance earlier, you are a very good dancer . . . sexy. I bet all the men watch you.”

  I shrug “I used to do gymnastics until the last few years and then it turned into dancing, when I met Kelly, who you met tonight, she already worked there and got me the job. I enjoy the dancing - the men can’t touch me, I’m in a cage and if anyone tries they get thrown out immediately.”

  “Glad to hear it.” Although he doesn’t sound glad to hear it at all. “What do your parents think about your dancing?”

  I don’t really want to go down that road tonight. I just give him the basics. “My mum died when I was four, my dad brought me up - but three years ago he was diagnosed with dementia, so he’s in a home now, close by to where I live in Manchester. So . . . unfortunately, neither parent can give their opinion on it.”

  I can see pity in his eyes, which I hate. “I’m so sorry Elsa, I would not have asked that question if I had known.”

  I shake my head. “Don’t worry about it, it is what it is I’m afraid. I love my dad so much. My friends are my family too though. I live with Hayley - we’re like sisters and so is Kelly, although I haven’t known her as long, we hit it off straight away.”

  “That is good that you have people that care about you. My family, my brothers and I are also very close.”

  The conversation flows easily. I can see his tattoo a bit closer now, although some of it is covered by the sleeve of his t-shirt, I can see that it is a huge angel travelling all around his right arm, it’s beautiful and artistic.

  I’m on my third vodka when I glance behind me and see that it’s light outside. I look at my watch, it's six in the morning. I stand up quickly, a little too quickly as I sway. “I’ve got to go, Hayley will be worried about me - I didn’t realise we’d been talking so long.” He stands up and grabs my arms to steady me. I look at him. He is breath-taking.

  “I will walk you to your room. “ He turns and leads me towards the lifts. “I realise that you are here on holiday with your friends, but I would like to see you again - do you think that would be possible?”

  I look at him and know there is no possible way I’m going to say no. I have to see him again. I nod. “I’d like that.”

  He smiles and visibly relaxes.

  “Give me your phone I will put my number in it.”

  I hand him my phone, he puts his number in and then dials it so that he has mine.

  We get to my room, I turn around to face him. I'm pretty tall, at five foot ten, but he towers above me. “Goodnight Xander . . . I’ve had a lovely night.”

  He leans in and places one arm above my head on the door at the side of me. “Me too mi amor, I cannot wait to see you again already. We will speak soon, yes?” I nod and he leans in to kiss me. Its different this time, more forceful - I reach my hands up behind his neck as he presses his body into me and I moan . . . I can feel his arousal pressing into my lower stomach. He starts to kiss my neck again, his hands moving down to my hips, pulling them into him. Oh God . . . I’m so turned on. I want him to carry on touching me, but he breaks off. I can tell he’s affected, his breathing heavy, apart from the obvious.

  “I will be in touch.” He says thickly as he touches the side of my face with his finger, trailing it down my cheek. Then he turns and leaves.

  I open the door and collapse in, in a heap of hormones. I didn’t want him to leave then . . . I wanted him to carry on. I’ve got a feeling this is going to be one hell of a scorching holiday romance.

  Everyone is asleep, I climb into bed and think about him, wondering if he’s going to be my first.

  Chapter 3

  I’m awakened a few hours later by Hayley and Kelly talking very loudly over the top of me.

  “Come on wench, we’ve got to go sunbathe - you can sleep by the pool, but we want details first!” Kelly says. It’s so annoying that this girl never gets hangovers, she really deserves a hangover.

  Hayley joins in. “Yeah, I heard you smooching outside, so we want the dirt. Come on . . . get up, the restaurant will be open for lunch soon, so let’s get our butts around the pool.”

  I fall out of bed and put on one of my new bikinis, it’s strapless, brown with pink spots and I slip my kaftan over the top. I grab my bag and tie my unruly curly hair in low pigtails. I leave my contacts out, my eyes are too tired, just putting my prescription sunglasses on top of my head. I’ll have to do.

  The pool area is stunning. I’ll never take all this for granted while I'm here. This is way more high class than anything I’ve ever seen, the sun loungers are wooden with dark green thick cushions on them, some with canopies on, some without for the hardcore sunbathers. The bar at the end of the pool looks so inviting. It's situated in the water so that you can swim up to it and order a drink. I'm so glad Hayley chose this hotel.

  We all find a sunbed together and lie down. A waiter takes our drinks order – we all order soft drinks for now, after last night.

  Hayley relaxes back, “Ah . . . this is the life girls - I can’t believe I have money now and I can afford things like this - please don’t let it go to my head.”

  I turn to her. “We won’t, don’t worry - I still can’t get my head around all this - you don’t have to go into debt for anything. What a great feeling that must be.”

  Kelly turns to me. “Right, sod that . . . yes, it's great that Hayley is rich now blah, blah . . . come on . . . we’ve waited long enough, dish!”

  I smile when I think of him and get butterflies, I’m excited to see or hear from him again, that’s if I do, but I'm confident I will. “Oh God . . . I don’t know where to start, except to say he’s yummy, a bloody fantastic kisser and he’s got a HUGE dick.”

  I'm fighting laughing as I see their mouths drop open,

  Hayley screeches “WHAT? How do you know about the size of his member?”

  Kelly didn’t even let me answer. “Did you do the deed? I’m stunned – where is Els and what have you done with her?”

  I laugh, “No, I didn’t do anything but kiss him - but he was pressed up pretty close to me and I didn’t have a tape measure on me, but
I could feel he was turned on and I could tell it was pretty big!”

  Hayley laughed. “You did that on purpose - are you seeing him again?”

  I cringe, I was dreading telling them this part. “He's asked to see me again, but he understands I’m on holiday with you guys . . . do you mind if I go out with him? I won’t dump you the whole holiday, I promise.”

  I wait for their answer. Kelly speaks first. “Are you kidding? I would kill you if you said no, he’s so hot - I hope you get a steamy holiday romance out of him. Just don’t get too attached OK? Remember, you go home in three weeks.”

  I shake my head. “I know . . . it’s nothing serious. I would like to see him again, he’s gorgeous and sexy as hell. That accent. Wait until you guys have a conversation with him you will melt - he said a couple of things to me in Spanish when we were kissing - I’ve no idea what he said - but Jesus it sounded good – it’s such a turn on.”

  They both looked at each other and then looked at me.

  “What?” I ask

  Hayley said, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you this enthusiastic over a man before – he’s definitely gotten to you.”

  I smile “Oh, he did . . . he’s a bloody Spanish God.”

  This is the life, lying in the hot sun getting a tan, with my best friends in the whole world - my favourite songs on and no work for three weeks. Thoughts of Xander keep popping in my head and make me feel all warm inside.

  I must doze off, because I’m having a lovely dream of him covering me with kisses all over my body, saying my name over and over. I come back to consciousness and realise someone is saying my name. I open my eyes to see a shadow over me, blocking the sun . . . Xander.

  I feel like I’m still dreaming - there are no words to describe how hot the vision is in front of me. He has on a pair of swim shorts and nothing else. He’s wet . . . glistening all over. He hasn’t just got a six-pack, but an eight pack with toned biceps, he has gorgeous dark olive skin and a small patch of hair on his chest, just the right amount. I look down to his stomach and see his treasure trail leading down, which is most definitely my favourite part of a man’s body, plus he has the toned V shape . . . but then his swim shorts spoil all my fun, I can’t see any lower. He has a tattoo on the left side of his torso of a scorpion and the angel tattoo on his shoulder is in full view. This man’s image just screams bad boy. He reaches up to wipe away some drops of water on his forehead. I’m just gawping at him . . . drooling really. I presume he’s used to having this effect on women, but I’m being a little obvious.