Bad Boy Billionaire: F#cking Jerk 3 (10 page)

He nodded again.

“Will you tell me?”

He reached his hand out, asking for mine. I accepted, allowing him to lead me outside the barn. We sat on a stack of straw bales waiting to be stored. “Sandee came to me just after you left the last time you’d visited and told me she’d written me into her will, giving me this property and some money to keep it going. I asked her why she didn’t leave it to you, and she said it was because you weren’t happy here and wouldn’t want the responsibility of a failing ranch. She had always treated me well, knew about my struggles with my father, and my hopes to someday have a ranch of my own and she saw it as her chance to make someone’s dreams come true.”

I could totally see her wanting to help Clay. That was my aunt Sandee. Always offering a hand up to anyone who needed it. “Did she really think I hated it here?”

Clay arched a brow. “You didn’t hate it?”

“Okay, maybe I did hate some parts. I was young. And I wasn’t used to the hard work. I mean, it is
hard
work. I wanted to do what all my friends were during summer vacation. Hang out. Spend all day at the beach. Go to Cedar Point and ride rollercoasters until I threw up. I didn’t want to spend
all twelve weeks
out here, working.”

He acknowledged my honest answer with a nod. “Later, after I’d successfully turned my father’s ranch around, she hired me to help her with the Silver Sage. I could see she was getting weaker. After watching my father die, I recognized the signs. By then I’d already reached my dream. I couldn’t stomach the thought of taking this property, not if there was a chance you might want it. So I asked her to change the will. At first she refused, saying there was no chance you would want to make Dawson your home. But eventually she agreed and the new will was drafted, with that caveat, allowing you to walk away if you wanted.”

“So it was you? Your idea?”

“Do you hate me now?” He chuckled nervously. “Or should I say do you hate me
again
?”

“No.” I picked up his hand and placed it in my lap, weaving my fingers between his. “I’ve hated you long enough.” Our gazes met and a wave of emotion crashed through me. “Besides, why should I hate you? It’s because of you that I’m here now. In this wonderful town.” I swung an arm, like one of those models on the old game shows my aunt used to watch. “Living the dream.”

Clay’s scowl was totally adorable. “You’re teasing.”

“Maybe a little. Dawson isn’t exactly my dream town.”

“I doubt it’s anyone’s dream town.” He cupped my chin and searched my eyes. “But anywhere you are is my dream town.”

My heart swelled so big it almost cracked my ribs. Clay’s love for me was so plain in his eyes. Anyone would see it. From a mile away.

How could I have been so blind?

All this time Clay had been helping me. Always thinking of me, coming to my defense, protecting me, and looking for a way to solve my problems. What a fool I’d been, misreading any of his actions, assuming the worst and treating him so badly.

“I’m sorry,” I confessed. “When I first got here, I treated you horribly.”

His thumb grazed my lower lip. “I wasn’t an angel either. We were both hurt and taking out our pain on each other.”

“It’s a wonder we got past that,” I whispered on a shudder. Little currents of electricity were buzzing through me, igniting mini-blazes everywhere.

No man had ever made me feel this way. He didn’t just care about me. He breathed every breath for me. He didn’t just think about me. His every thought was for me. I was the luckiest girl in the world. And if it took me my entire life, I would let him know how much I appreciated him.

“It is. A miracle. Which is why…” He slipped off the straw bale, settling on one knee. His gaze locked on mine and all I could do was stare into those beautiful eyes and cry. “I can’t live another day without knowing you are mine. Mine to love. To protect. To cherish. Marry me.”

I couldn’t see him; my eyes were so full of tears. I blinked, fat droplets plopping on my legs. Clay’s love had been steadfast through everything. All my doubts and fears and anger. Was there any reason to think he would stop loving me? Absolutely not.  He put me first. Always. Before himself. What more could I ask of any man? “Yes,” I said. “I would be proud to be your wife. Yours. Forever.”

He gave a loud whoop, leapt to his feet and scooped me into his arms, smashing his mouth on mine.

Immediately the world started spinning. Was that because of the kiss? Or was he twirling us around in a circle? I didn’t know. I didn’t care. All I knew was that I loved Clay Walker and he loved me. And now that he’d taught me how to trust, how to love, nothing would get between us again.

I must have done something right in a previous life. Because I’d somehow earned the love of the most wonderful, loyal, loving man on earth. And I knew he would do anything for me.

He would move mountains. He would take a bullet. He would dive into an inferno.

He would even run a ranch that was manned by a bunch of giggling, cellphone toting, selfie-snapping teenage girls who couldn’t tell the difference between a cow and a sow.

Now, that was true love.

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Our gazes tangled.

The air squeezed out of my lungs. I couldn’t inhale.

His gaze flicked to my mouth, and my heart did a somersault in my chest. 

Was he going to kiss me?

He couldn’t!

He Shouldn’t!

Oh God.

A breeze carried the smell of flowers and man to my nose. A lock of hair fluttered across my face. I reached up to capture it but he lifted a hand and smoothed it back, behind my ear. “You look like your mother,” he said, his voice very low.

Was that meant to be a compliment?

“You look like your father,” I told him with my heart in my throat. He was still staring at my mouth, this beautiful, mysterious man. It was wrong, so so wrong, but I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to find out what it would be like to be kissed by a man who knew how to kiss. I wanted to be touched by a man who knew how to touch a woman.

He didn’t move, just remained fixed in place as if he was trying to decide whether he would kiss me or not.

And so I leaned in and pressed my mouth to his.

His lips were firm at first, unwelcoming. But I knew he wanted me. I didn’t back off. I arched my back so my breasts barely brushed against his chest and moved my mouth slowly, softly over his.

The smoldering kiss continued for a million racing heartbeats, maybe more. I completely lost track of time, of space, of everything. Until there was a deep rumble, like thunder.

And then lightning struck. Somewhere out there. In the distance.

And also between Kent and me.

Kent grabbed my shoulders, pulled until my torso was flush with his. His mouth claimed mine. It was the kiss I’d been waiting for my entire life. It was soft and rough, thrilling and scary. It was a question and an answer.

It was a conquering.

And I surrendered.

I was his. His to claim. His to touch. His to take.

My body molded to his. My mouth opened. His tongue swept inside, and I savored his intoxicating, sweet flavor.

Heavy need pounded between my legs. I writhed. I whimpered. I welcomed his invasion.

I felt him shifting beside me and then he was above me, and I was angling back, my shoulders supported by a strong, thick arm. My head rested on the seat and he climbed over me, breaking the kiss.

I pulled in a gasp. My head was spinning. All I saw was Kent, his face…and the desire burning in his eyes.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispered as he kissed me again. His kiss was tender. It was thorough. It was oh,
so,
good and yet not enough. The burning between my legs was becoming unbearable.

“Please,” I begged, arching my back so my breasts brushed against his chest. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the delicious pleasure pulsing through me. He couldn’t stop now.

“Shayne,” he murmured, cupping my cheek. His thumb traced my lower lip and I quivered from head to toe. Did he know what his touches did to me? What his kisses did? I was so hot I felt like I would combust. And the burning was the worst
down there
, between my legs. I wanted it to stop...and I didn’t. 

My hips rocked back and forth, back and forth. The friction against my center felt so good but even that wasn’t enough. I wanted to tear my clothes away, to feel his skin gliding over mine. To feel his wet, warm mouth on my nipple.

“Your mother is trusting me to protect you,” he said, voice husky. Even as he said those words, his hand slid down, fingertip tracing a line along the pounding pulse in my throat. The gentle touch made me whimper.

More, I needed more.

As if he could read my thoughts, his fingertip ventured lower, along my collarbone, lower, angling toward my ample cleavage.

Yes, oh yes. Keep going.
He had to keep going.

“But you’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t stop wanting you.”

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It was supposed to be fun, the vacation of a lifetime. A dream vacation in Europe. Seven days of exploring Spain’s lush countryside with my bestie, Sidonie. Seven nights of romance with a billionaire in the market for a trophy wife—with Sid acting as full-time escort to keep me safe, of course. All arranged  by an elite matchmaking service that catered to lonely billionaires. What could go wrong?

Nothing. Or so I thought.

I was dead wrong.

Sidonie mysteriously fell ill they day I was scheduled to leave and had to be replaced by a strange woman I didn’t trust or like. 

And those days of exploring Spain?

Spent locked in a room.

I wasn’t on vacation.

I’d been sold.

To the highest bidder.

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I backed away from him, one step, two. “Please. I’m a virgin. And I want—need--to stay that way. I promised my parents, I promised myself, I wouldn’t have sex until I was married. Please don’t take that away from me, my right to make a choice.”

Staring at me with obsidian eyes, cold and hard, he shook his head. “Your pleas land on deaf ears, esclavo. I could care less what you want. I only care that I’ve paid good money for you and I intend to get what I paid for.”

My head spun. I staggered back another step. Was he suggesting…the agency, FI, knew what would happen to me? Did they know before I even left the US? “You paid money? To fuck me?”

“I paid money to do whatever I like to you. For one week. And we’re wasting time.”

I wrapped my arms around myself. My head spun. Thoughts whipped through it, jumbled. “How much money? Maybe I can return your money?”

One brow quirked. “Do you have two million dollars, esclavo? You said you had nothing.”

I gasped. Then, because for some reason the oxygen I’d gulped didn’t make it to my lungs, I gasped a second time. “Two million? Two million U.S. dollars?” My legs wobbled. “Two million?”

“Two million.” Once again, he closed the distance between us. “So you see, esclavo, I will get whatever I want. I’ve paid a great price for the right.”

“But…but…I’m not for sale!”

“You were.” He prowled closer, evil smile in place, eyes glittering. “And I was the highest bidder.”

This couldn’t be happening. Had Sid’s boss sold me like a common whore? Sid couldn’t have known! My stomach convulsed, and I fell to my knees. I heaved but nothing came up.

Something hard and tight clamped around my arm and within a split second I was pulled across the room. With every inch I was dragged my terror swelled. And so did my fury. I fought. I kicked. I writhed and screamed until I was breathless and heaving and trembling all over. Stopping in front of the big wooden X bolted to the back wall, he hauled me to my feet then jerked one of my arms up.

Oh God. If he tied me up I wouldn’t be able to fight. He would be able to do anything he wanted to me. Anything at all.

Sid was a zillion miles away.

And Tonya…? Where the fuck was she?

Shit, I was alone. There was no one here to help me. He could kill me.

I fought even harder. I fought with everything I had. My rage pummeled my system, and I used it to drive me to keep fighting, even when he had one wrist bound. I swung with the other one and kicked with both feet until he’d secured both wrists and ankles in cuffs.

I’d fought. I’d lost.

But I wasn’t giving up.

I was chained to a big x, my back facing my captor. But I was still a virgin. And I was still alive. For now.

But for how much longer?

My muscles were so tense they cramped. My nerves were jangling so badly I shook from head to toe. My senses were hyper-alert. I heard him moving behind me. I felt the slightest gust of air when he came closer. His cologne filled my nostrils.

His heat burned my back, even though I was still wearing my clothes.

The hairs on my nape stood on end.

“I enjoy your fire, esclavo. Now, let me see if you enjoy mine.”

What did
that
mean?

My insides twisted.

Heat gushed to my core.

What the fuck?

Shocked by my body’s reaction to the menace in his voice, I let my head fall forward until my forehead rested on the structure to which I was bound. “Go to hell.” Since when did the threat of rape turn me on? Since when did a bastard who didn’t give a fuck about me make me cream my panties?

I was sick. Sick!

I deserved to go to hell too.

Confused and disgusted with myself, I smacked my head against the wood and curled my fingers so tightly my fingernails dug into my palms. A sob ripped up my throat.

Behind me, he said, “Now, it is time to see what I have paid for.”

I felt a tug at the back of my shirt and then the sound of rending fabric echoed through the tense silence. My spine arched and I jerked in a desperate (but pointless) attempt at escape. A breeze chilled my back as the torn pieces of my sweater and tank top fell aside and my skin prickled with goose bumps. My bathing suit strap snapped and my breasts fell out of the cups. My nipples hardened almost instantly. And another blast of heat pulsed to my center.

I was fucked up.

“Stop it,” I yelled. “Stop it now.”

“Ah, esclavo, keep screaming. Keep shouting. Your pretty little voice makes my cock hard.”

My skirt was next, cut, torn, I couldn’t tell which. The material slid down my right leg, catching on a cuff at my ankle. My bathing suit bottoms would be next. Oh God.

My pussy clenched. Hot, sticky cream coated my folds, dampening the lining.

He audibly inhaled. “I can smell your cream. Intoxicating.”

“Fuck you.”

“As you wish.”

I felt the tug at the waistband and panic gripped me. I writhed, fighting the chains holding my ankles and wrists in place. But there was no hope, no use. I was bound tight, unable to resist. Fingers slid down my lycra-covered crack. I trembled. Tears coursed down my cheeks, even as more heat pounded to my pussy. I was shocked and ashamed by my body’s response. I despised this man, even if he had the face of an angel. I didn’t want him to touch me. Not my back. Not my ass. And…oh God…not down there.

“No,” I said on a whimper. “No, no, no.”

His fingers grazed over my sensitive flesh. No man had ever touched my pussy. It felt so good. Good but wrong. Wrong but thrilling.

“Please stop,” I begged.

“Do you know what the scent of your cream does to me? Esclavo, you are so wet. I want to cram my cock into that slick, tight heat and make you scream until you can’t scream anymore.” My thighs tensed. He kicked at the insides of my feet and they slid wider apart, as far as the chains would allow, opening my center for his probing digits.

My breathing quickened. My heartbeat thumped through my body, sending wave upon wave of lust burning through my core. My pussy was empty and clenching, so wet and hot I ached. Instinct told me to open wider, surrender to him to pacify him, even as my brain told me to resist, to fight, to beg for mercy and cling to my pride.

I couldn’t let him take what was mine, dammit.

But even as that thought blazed through my mind, I quivered with need. His fingers slipped into the leg of my bottoms, fingernails grazing my labia. My insides pulsed, and the air filled with the sweet scent of my need.

Ohmygod! I was shameless. I was a whore. A whore who didn’t just want his touch to delve deeper, I
needed
his touch to delve deeper.

Closing my eyes, I waited, my breath in my throat. My blood was like lava, burning through my body. Every nerve in my skin was electrified. His touch awakened a part of myself I hadn’t realized existed. The feral self who didn’t give a damn about shoulds and should nots.

“This is mine. My cunt.” When his finger slipped between my nether lips, I whimpered. I quaked. I bit my lip and dug my fingernails into my palms. Deeper. I wanted his touch to go deeper. To thrust inside, stretch me wide.

Instead, it slid out.

“You surrender so quickly, esclavo. Where did that fire go?” He walked away, leaving me standing there, barely able to hold myself up. My legs were as soft as molten gelatin. Knees wobbly. Pulse pounding in my ears. Arms practically numb from lack of blood supply. And the evidence of my need dripping from my pussy.

Was he done?

Ohthankgod!
He hadn’t hurt me. He hadn’t raped me either.

The door’s hinges creaked. His footsteps echoed. He was out in the hallway.

I pulled in a deep breath. Was I safe? Where was he going? How long would he be gone?

For now my virginity was still intact. And I was unharmed. But my pride…that was long gone. With just a few strokes he’d tamed me. I’d gone from kicking and screaming to protect myself to practically begging him to take me.

And this was just the first day. The first hour of the first day.

If he kept to his word (and that was a big
if
, in my book), and would release me at the end of the week, there were still many hours of this torture ahead of me yet.

How would I survive?

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