Bare Skin: A Billionaire Romance (16 page)

Alive, with Willow I'm finally living.

How does someone you don't even know make you better?

Could I honestly say I was better?

Could I seriously think that having her in my hands would remove the monster I stowed below?

She was a silhouette in my dreams, a hidden need that had finally shined through. I wasn't going to let her just disappear.

Her blonde hair bobbed and weaved through unknown faces, the end of her dress skirted through the feet of others, following her like a lost soul.

Picking up the pace, I didn't yell for her, I didn't scream her name, I just kept going. Moving in tandem with her heels, I took two steps to her one, bridging the gap between us.

In the swarm of bodies, Willow escaped my eyes for a momentary instant. And I hated it, every second she wasn't in my sight, I hated.

I had this raw need to see her every second of every day, to let my eyes wake to her face, to let my world be consumed by her.

She had no idea how much she had taken my life and turned it upside down. She had no clue that I spent the last week thinking about her, thinking about our short wicked night in my shop.

Her body, her warmth, her scent; it had overtaken any and all thoughts. I walked with my eyes forward, but my mind turning with her.

As quickly as she disappeared, she manifested right before me. Her shadow had become a figure, her feet slowed, body relaxed and strolling with purpose.

As quietly as I could, I walked up behind her. In one swift lunge, I grabbed her arm, yanking her into the small alley beside us.

It was the only private spot, the only place away from the sea of eyes and herd of people.

She released a short-lived squeal, the sudden gasp sending my lungs into a torrent of heated breaths. “Kash!
What are doing?
Just leave me alone.”

Pressing her up against the building, I held her upper arms tight.
“What am I doing? What are you doing?”
The words came out more harsh than I wanted. But she needed to realize I wasn't joking, I had claimed her.

She was mine.

There was no more running.

“I was trying to leave, let me go.” Her eyes flashed, hardening with every blink.

“Why are you running from me? You can feel it, I know you can.”

“Feel what?” Dipping her head, she broke the lock our eyes had held.

“Don't.” I snapped, whipping a finger up. “You remember that night, you remember what flew between us, don't tell me you can't feel it.” Tipping her chin up, I forced her to look at me. “Can't you see what I can give you?”

“What you are doesn't matter to me. I don't need your money to get what I want.”

Brushing my lips across hers, I let her perfume take over my senses. “Tell me you don't feel it.” Hoovering over her neck, her skin bristled. My cock thickening instantly to her reaction.

“I don't know what you want me to say.” Her head angled, face shielded by the hair falling and swaying in the wind.

Bringing my hand to her face, Willow tilted her head up as I pushed the strands away. The soft light of the street stretched across her skin making her glow.

Leaning in closer, my lips rested against the shell of her ear. “Yes you do.” Gently I nipped the curve, a delicate moan escaped her lips, disappearing into the darkened alley.

Fuck, I could take her right here.

My hand slid over her ribs, hooking her hip. Pushing my chest closer to hers, her back snapped straight against the brick. She was speechless, molding her body into mine.

Willow's chest pressed up, shoulders flicking square. Her hips rocked softly, breathing getting heavier and heavier the closer I brought my body to hers.

“Kash, I don't know what I'm feeling.”

“Why are you ignoring it? You're only hurting yourself, because I'm going to take you, right here.” My dick was engorged, pressing angrily into the zipper. Pushing the erection into her waist, I whispered. “Can you feel that?”

Her lids slowly closed, opening to reveal a sultry glaze that coated her crystal blue eyes. Her face had softened, body relaxing, muscles tense but inviting as her hips pushed back into my waist.

I didn't say another word. My hand scooped her nape, squeezing tight around the base of her skull. Tugging her in, our lips touched, igniting a fire that I couldn't put out this time.

There wasn't anyone to stop it, no one running up to halt me from taking what was mine.

Not even Willow.

The silk of her dress felt cool, slipping over her body as I ran my hand up her stomach. Her lips were warm, smooth, delicate, everything I wanted them to be.

And more than I expected.

Licking her bottom lip, I slid my tongue into her mouth. And she accepted, licking back, coiling around mine. I felt her body go limp, every muscle breaking free for what she finally accepted.

Me.

Her flavor was sweet, a mix of champagne and mint. She was refreshing, a taste I needed, and never wanted to let go.

I couldn't understand why I felt the need to have her, and only her.

But I wasn't going to deny myself.

Never again.

The sounds of cars passed by on the main road, the quiet voices of strangers filtered toward us in the dark. But in that moment I was lost, lost in her, lost in my muse.

Cupping her breast, she exchanged our kiss for a moan. The coo hit my ears, sending a wave of static over my muscles. Each one firmed, pulsing and shaking with demand.

Flicking the hardened bead under her dress, I pinched her nipple. Willow's head fell back against the wall, rolling to the side as she bit her lip.

Bringing her hands up to my chest, she danced her fingertips down the corded muscles of my abs. “Kash,” she said under her breath.

“Say my name again.” Dragging my teeth over the bare skin of her collarbone, her body shuddered.

“Kash.”
The way she said my name, the way the single word fell off her tongue, it made my heart jump. The thumping intensified, beating so forcefully it pained me.

And I didn't want her stop, I wanted to keep hearing her say it. Her voice was harmony, the sound of strings on a harp as they're played by an angel.

Working my hand down to her thigh, I reached under the slit and grabbed her ass. The girl had meat on her, and I loved it. There was just enough for a perfect handful, the right amount of woman to make me melt.

And I was ready to melt inside her, fill her with my cum as she squeezed around my cock.

But I can't. Not yet.

Willow lifted her leg, curling it around my waist. Sliding my hand over her warm center, the cotton was damp. Her juice was slicking her inner thighs, warm and ready for me to enter.

Her hands drifted to my pants, fiddling with the belt. The sound of leather pulling free, the quiet pop of my button, the metal ping of my zipper, all echoed around us. My cock jumped free, the cool night breeze finding its way over my shaft.

“If you want to stop me, now's the time.” I whispered her one chance to end this. Her one opportunity to take control and end this.

Please don't stop me. Don't stop.

I can't stop.

She didn't speak, she didn't shake her head. Willow wrapped her hand around my length, rolling her hips forward. Guiding my cock to her entrance, her eyes locked on mine.

Holding her ass, I flicked her panties to the side, pushing the crown in. Her lips split open, wet and eager to take me in.

That was all I needed, in one fast thrust, I split her wide open. Her head arched back, mouth falling open to release a loud moan from deep inside her lungs.

Definitely not a virgin, not with how quickly she accepted my thick cock.

I became nothing more than hormones, desperate to make her scream, beg, ache for me to go deeper.

My hands came up and captured her face, kissing her in every desire I had. Her body arched, rocking with my pace. She had lost her fight, lost her control, and I was taking her, making her mine.

Making her feel what I'd felt since that night, since the night she let me taste just a small piece of her body.

Her dress shifted higher as I lifted both her legs around my waist, thrust after thrust we swayed together. Our breathing mimicked each others, inhaling and exhaling in fluent bursts and short pants.

“Kash?” Her quiet question was almost missed as the wind tore through the alley.

My eyes met hers, thrusts slowing to feed her wonder. “Yeah?”

“Please don't cum in me, okay?”

Cum in her?

I'm thinking about nothing but ravaging her body, and she's worried about me blowing a load in her?

It wouldn't matter if you asked or not, Princess.

“Absolutely, Willow. Anything for you.”

I felt her already relaxed muscles, lose all tension. Her head rolled onto my shoulder, pussy eagerly sliding over my dick. Digging my fingers into her ass, I held her in place, pushing her back into the brick.

And she fully accepted all of me, letting my cock devour her soul. Her body became rigid, moans growing in sound.

Cum, Baby, cum on my cock.

I want to feel you, feel your pleasure.

The final moan pushed out from the back of her throat, her entire frame giving way and leaning onto my shoulder. Every shiver that radiated over her body sent me to the edge of insanity.

My balls began to tighten, pulling up and wrapping around my gut. In one quick thrust, I pulled myself free. Holding my shaft, the head of my dick spurted its life blood. Pump after pump the pearly cum claimed her thigh.

Right then, right in that moment, I knew I had gained her trust.

I did what she asked me, I gave her the one request she threw my way.

She didn't need to know that I planned to pull out anyway. I was worlds away from wanting a family, and getting her knocked up was one thing she didn't have to worry about.

I didn't deserve a family, I'd make a horrible father figure. With everything I put my family through...

That was a conversation for another time, another day when we shared some piece of each others past.

For now, I gave her comfort. I would listen, I would do as she asked.

And she had given herself to me.

Willow

S
hit! Shit. Shit. Shit.

My hand feathered through my hair, tucking loose strands behind my ears. I stood awkwardly, half leaning against the wall, half hunched over trying to catch my breath.

Did I really just do that?

With him? With Kash...

In an alley?

Adjusting my dress, I didn't want to look at him. My eyes looked up, they looked down, they darted around the weakly maintained concrete. But not at him, not yet.

What is that?

Is that...

It sure was, a dirty homeless man sleeping in a cardboard box, ten feet away from us. That sight sure as hell didn't help the anxiety scaling my lungs.

Did he see us?

Forcing the thought away, I could feel Kash grinning. I didn't have to look at him to know his face was charged with excitement, I could hear it clear enough.

His lungs were audible, his muscles were flexing, and his teeth were the brightest things in that shadowed shell cupping our silhouettes.

I just let him screw me in an alley!

Which oddly enough, was embarrassing, and freeing; unexpected and wanted. It was a release of more than just my raw need to have him touch me, to have him take control of me.

I wanted Kash, an animalistic drive was feeding my insides and taking hold. He was everything I needed. He was strong, he was centered, he knew and took what he wanted.

Kash had taken the choice and made the decision for me, leaving me limited room to choose a different option.

I didn't want a different option.

I wanted him.

For me, it was the first time ever that I did something spontaneous, thought lacking, completely out of character.

Something for me, just for me.

I wasn't trying to appease someone else, I wasn't trying to just go with it for fear of loneliness and living life solo.

And I felt liberated.

Beth would be proud.

This was what she wanted for me, what she had been barking at me for years. She wanted me to grab life by the balls, take the world in my hands and make it mine.

Sex in an alley might seem like an odd choice to start with, but it was more than that.

The old Willow would have shoved him away, the old Willow wouldn't have even stepped foot in that restaurant... Or put on that dress.

But I wasn't that person, I had painted her away. Clenching around who I wanted to be, stealing the new me and holding her on a pedestal.

I can't believe I actually did it.

I can't believe I actually changed.

“Can I walk you home?” Kash asked, tugging his belt tight around his waist, and sticking the extra leather in the loop. Straightening his jacket, he brushed the sides, lips still holding a permanent smile.

A raspy voice broke the awkward silence I left hanging in the air. “You should let him, Honey. This city ain't safe after dark.”

Both our heads jerked to the box resting a little further in the alley. The dirt streaked face of the homeless man was peering out, his eyes reflecting the light off the main road.

“Thank you kind Sir.” Kash said, his head still tilted in surprise. “Maybe she'll take your advice over mine.” Holding his hand to his lips, he whispered as if I wasn't standing right there. “This one's a bit stubborn.”

Covering my eyes with my hands, the embarrassment I had felt was now a full fledged roaring tsunami. I wasn't sure if that guy had just watched us, or if he happened to wake up right then.

I wasn't sure how much he saw or didn't realize what was happening at the entrance to his home. His voice floated out with an unsteady, half drunken, toothless accent.

The homeless guy could have been completely passed out, or wide awake getting off on the real life porno right in front of his face.

Well, there's a story to add to my resume of embarrassing moments.

Laughing, I said. “What no limo, Mr. Money?” I tried so hard to just accept the moment, take it in stride.