Bedding The Billionaire (Bedding the Bachelors Book 3) (20 page)

Jamie plunged a finger into her again as he tongued her clit. She was so wet he didn’t have a problem slipping two more fingers into her, plunging in and out as he continued to savor her.

He got his wish as she began to scream out, “Don't stop! Please don't stop!”

The edge of the abyss was so close that even he could feel it as he plunged his fingers in and out—faster, harder and deeper, tongue flicking and sucking her clit until her moans sounded almost primal.

He could tell by her expression and the way her pussy wrapped itself tightly around his fingers that she was ready to step off the edge of the cliff.

He pushed her over.

She screamed again. “Oh my God! Oh Jamie!”

Her body shook uncontrollably with her release, the spasms that wracked her body progressing from tremors of earthquake magnitude to aftershocks. He took a moment to sheath himself with a condom, then climbed up her body, watching her the entire time as her expression shifted from intense desire to contented bliss. Lowering his head, he kissed her, forcing her to taste herself on lips. It was obvious that didn’t bother her and in fact revved her up when she began licking and sucking at his lips with renewed vigor.

He couldn’t wait a second longer.

Bracing himself with straightened arms, he plunged his long, hard cock deep inside her.

She gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around her waist, using the muscles in her legs to pull him in tighter.

“You feel so good, Lucy. You feel like you were made for me…so fucking good….”

He pumped in and out with long slow strokes that progressively got faster. Harder. Easily keeping up with his quickening his pace, she thrust her hips up to meet him. He felt his balls tighten up and his cock throb.

He knew he was about to come but he wasn’t ready for it to end.

Abruptly, he stilled, eliciting a loud groan of protest from her before he pulled out completely. Taking her by the hips, he flipped her over. As he leaned forward to whisper into her ear, his cock brushed up against her ass and he shuddered. “Put your head on the pillow and your ass in the air. Now.”

* * *

Lucy did as she was told, waiting in anticipation until suddenly she felt Jamie plunge inside of her, taking her breath completely away, reaching places inside of her she hadn’t even known existed. The force of his movements threatened to throw her forward, forcing her to lift up and take hold of the headboard again. She grunted each time he entered her. Felt him begin to thicken and elongate. Taking one hand from the headboard, she reached underneath herself, massaging her clit with her own fingers as he pounded at her from behind.

“God, that’s so pretty,” he said. “I love when you touch yourself even as I’m fucking you.”

She shuddered, clenching hard around him.

“I'm going to come, baby,” Jamie said.

“Yes!” she breathed. “Come for me, Jamie. Fuck me harder, deeper, and come for me.”

His fingers tightened painfully on her hips and he shouted, “I’m going to—”

His hips jerked erratically as he began to come, and at that exact moment, Lucy began coming again, too.

They shivered and shook as the orgasms tore through their bodies.

Finally, Jamie collapsed down next to her and pulled her in against his bare chest, his twitching cock still pulsating inside her.

* * *

Sometime during the night, Lucy woke up disoriented, unsure where she was or whom she was with. The room was dark but as she felt around the bed for her phone, her hand came into contact with Jamie’s warm body and it all came back to her. She found the phone and checked the time; it was just after three a.m.

They’d gone back to the reception until it was all over, then promptly returned to the room and had sex again.

Then again.

Who’d have thought that with all the bad boys she’d dated, it would be the nice guy professor—and despite everything, despite all his money, despite his new position, that’s how she continued to think of Jamie—that would blow her mind in bed. Everyone who came after him would be measured by his skill and sheer passion.

And she knew they’d come up lacking.

The thought of sleeping with other men, which of course meant she’d no longer be sleeping with Jamie, caused a pang in her chest. It’s how she felt anytime she thought about their silly pretend engagement coming to an end, when all she should be focusing on was winning custody of Milly and the changes having a baby in her life were going to bring.

She was going to be a single parent. Unlike Melina, she wasn’t going to have a wonderful man like Rhys to help her raise Milly. She couldn’t forget that. She couldn’t forget who and what she was.

She’d played the game well so far. She’s managed to get along with Jamie’s family and friends, and while she’d tolerated her “proper” clothes in the beginning, she’d actually started to feel comfortable and sexy in them before the night was over. But she wouldn’t be able to keep up a charade like this for long. She just hoped she could keep it together long enough to get Mason’s family to withdraw their objections to her gaining custody of Milly.

She sighed and burrowed underneath the soft comforter, breathing in Jamie’s scent and the scent of their lovemaking. Neither of them could get enough of each other, and just thinking about it now gave her a tickle deep down inside. Needing to be closer to him, she shifted until she pressed again him, skin to skin. Even that wasn’t close enough, so she put her arm across his chest and her leg across his legs and snuggled in.

Jamie made a happy, sleepy sound and pulled her in even tighter. He kissed the top of her head before she heard his breathing become slow and even once more.

Lying in his arms, feeling his heartbeat and listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing, she realized how incomparably happy she was. The only other time she’d been this happy was when she’d been teaching, or hanging out with Melina and Grace. It was at those moments she knew she could be completely herself.

Apparently she’d found one more such place—in the safe haven of Jamie’s arms. So she’d enjoy the feeling for as long as she could. She’d enjoy the rest of their time together and deal with the rest only when she had to.

She placed a gentle kiss on Jamie’s shoulder.

And then fell back asleep, a contented smile on her face.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Hours later, Lucy woke up and stretched. Her body felt sore, likely from her and Jamie’s marathon love-making the night before, but it was a good kind of sore. It took her a few seconds to realize Jamie was no longer beside her. When she did, she sat up and looked around the suite. She could see light streaming in the windows, and when she looked at the clock at the bedside she was surprised to see that it was just after seven a.m.

“Jamie?” she called out to the empty suite. She threw back the covers and went over to the window. It was a beautiful morning; slightly overcast but it would likely burn off and make way for the sun later on in the day. Jamie had told her he was taking her sight-seeing today. So where was he? She wondered if he’d changed his mind, or if his sister was having a hard time of it. She headed to the bathroom, but was stopped short when she saw the note he had taped to the mirror of the armoire. It was penned in his bold handwriting and it said,

Lovely Lucy,

I checked with Brianne and she’s going to spend the day with my parents. I went to get a few things for our sight-seeing tour today. Dress comfortably—wear shorts if you have them, because it’s going to be warm. Oh, and socks with tennis shoes. If you didn’t bring any, feel free to buy whatever you need in the gift shop and charge it to the room. Your breakfast will be delivered at eight and your car will pick you up at nine. I can’t wait to see you.

--Jamie

Lucy smiled. This guy was a piece of work, but life was certainly never dull when he was around. She had brought shorts, a pair of white denim cut-offs. She showered and put them on with a snug-fitting Marilyn Monroe tank top. She’d only brought sandals with her so after she slipped those on, she went to one of the numerous boutiques inside the hotel and bought a pair of tennis shoes—using her own money, of course.

By the time she got back to the room, room service had set up her breakfast, which she ate quickly. Then she put on her tennis shoes and sat on the balcony, enjoying the ocean view, until she got a call notifying her that her car was waiting. She grabbed her small purse, in which she’d put sunglasses, sunscreen, and lip balm. She grabbed a light sweater, too, just in case.

Lucy realized when she stepped onto the elevator that the man operating it had been there yesterday afternoon, but not last night when she and Jamie had been practically ripping each other’s clothes off in it. She smiled at the memory.

When she got down to the lobby, the concierge directed her outside where the car should have been waiting. Instead, Jamie was there, standing next to two beachcomber bicycles, one green and one pink. She started laughing.

“Bikes?”

“Yes, I thought we’d go on a bike ride. Don’t you like to ride?”

“Um, yeah…I mean I used to. Other than the stationary bike at the gym, it’s been a long time. Where are we headed?”

“Coronado has over fifty miles of bike trail; I thought it would be a great way for you to see the Island and parts of San Diego. You really don’t mind the bicycle, do you?”

Lucy looked at the bike again. The seat was big and heavily padded. “Just to be clear, we’re not going to the whole fifty miles, are we?”

He chuckled and said, “No, but we’ll take a good ride.”

She took the pink bike from his hands and said, “I’m a little klutzy sometimes. What if I fall and skin my knees?”

Jamie reached into a backpack he carried and pulled out a white box with a red cross on the top of it.

“I have a first aid kit for just such an emergency.”

“I should have known; you’re practically a Boy Scout,” she said with a laugh. “Can I throw my purse inside that?”

In response, he held the backpack open and she tossed her purse in. Then she climbed on the bike.

“Wow,” Jamie said, “You even look good on a bike.”

Lucy just rolled her eyes, but she was truly flattered. When Jamie gave her a compliment there was no doubt in her mind that he really meant it. He looked pretty cute himself, dressed in long khaki shorts and a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow. She’d never seen him in tennis shoes, but he wore them well.

He pulled his bike up next to hers and said, “What are you smiling at?”

“I was just thinking that you’re looking mighty gorgeous, Jamison Whitcomb the Fourth,” she told him.

“Thank you, Lucille. Are you ready?” he asked.

“Are you sure your sister doesn’t need you? Or your friends?”

“Everyone’s good, Luce. This is my day to enjoy just getting to be with you.”

The fact he wanted to spend some of his precious time with her made her giddy. Lucy slipped on her sunglasses and got up on the seat of the bike with one leg dangling, barely able to touch the ground and said, “Then let’s go…”

Lucy followed Jamie, feeling a bit shaky at first, but getting the hang of it soon enough. “This is the roughest part of the ride,” he said. “It’s uneven and we have to pass through a lot of traffic, but it gets smoother later on. Oh, and look out for the railroad tracks. But believe me, they’ll be harder on me than you.”

The first stretch, the “rough part” as Jamie put it, was about five miles long. It was in a heavily populated area, but it was also along the water and the scenery was gorgeous. Lucy was enjoying being out in the fresh air, but she found out when they hit the railroad tracks that Jamie wasn’t kidding. Her already sore woman parts were quite jarred by the time she finished crossing them.

Once they got past the first five miles, the route turned into a bike path called the Bayshore Bikeway and the trail smoothed out. They traveled into San Diego across a bridge that was so pretty Lucy had to stop and take pictures. She made Jamie get into some of them, and then she took a selfie of them both.

They continued on their path until it dead-ended at the entrance to something called The Living Coast Discovery Center. Lucy stopped her bike and looked at it. It looked like a giant aquarium.

“It’s interactive,” Jamie said. “They have an exhibit where you can pet the sting rays and sharks. You can feed the sea turtles and—”

“Let’s go in,” she said, feeling like a little girl about to go to the circus.

* * *

This was a side of Lucy Jamie hadn’t seen before and he was definitely liking it, a lot. They parked their bikes near the front of the aquarium and Lucy asked for her purse from his backpack. After he handed it to her, she paid for their tickets. She shot him a challenging look, as if daring him to protest, but he knew better than to do that.

“Thanks,” he simply said.

“No problem.”

Lucy went in ahead of him and before he could even get through the turnstile she’d taken off across the floor and stopped in front of a tank full of jellyfish. When he caught up to her, she said, “Where are their internal organs?”