Billionaire Misery (4 page)

She watched him in her mirror, and as he drew up beside her. His body lay low on the chromed-out, dangerous machine. There was something primitively sexy about the way he held it up and controlled it.

The vibrations from her bike rumbled up, pressing against her body, and she caught a deep breath as they whirled around a curve far too fast and headed down a long flat stretch that would take them to his house.

They arrived, neck-and-neck.

Jessie was flushed and eager as she dismounted Craig got off his bike and came to her. His hands went to her waist; the heat and weight of them felt so good there that she sagged forward, her pelvis tilting toward him.

“Damn, woman,” he muttered as he crushed his lips against hers. His touch sent her head spinning. His tongue parted her lips and she pressed against him, feeling his erection growing as he thrust his hips against hers urgently.

The kiss grew more passionate with each passing second. His hands slid around her body, cupped her buttocks, and pulled her even closer. His tongue explored her mouth in a slow and deliberate way that left her legs shaking and her heart thudding heavily.

Craig broke the kiss long enough to pull her toward the house, where he kissed her again as he unlocked the door and let them in.

She followed him to a bedroom, all her thoughts tamped down save one.

She wanted him. Badly.

They met again. Her breasts flattened against his strong chest, and their bodies meshed and melded as they kissed again. His hands found her buttons and zipper, and he began to disrobe her. She hastily undid the buttons on his shirt and pulled it open to reveal a wide and muscular chest without hair, and flat planes of stomach.

More kisses and tugging ensued until they were both nude.

She put her hands on his chest and forced him to step back a step. She paused to admire the gleaming perfection of his body. His skin glowed with a slight sheen of sweat and his hips and long legs were toned and firm. She walked around him, her fingers trailing across his chest and over his shoulder as she blatantly gazed at the long line of his spine with firm muscles on either side that ended in a strong, firm curve of his ass. He was pure muscle.

Goosebumps rose slightly on his skin where her fingers trailed across his back and over his shoulder again. She laid a flat hand on his chest, feeling his heart rate thunder under touch. He watched her with hungry eyes, but did not reach out to grab her. He let her have her look.

Her teeth ran over her lower lip and she bit into it. She stepped closer and let her hand trail down his torso, her wrist rotating as her fingers reached down to wrap around his erection. He muffled a groan and his eyelids fluttered slightly, before he focused his hot gaze boldly on her.

She watched his face as she squeezed and slid her hand up and down his shaft. “You like it when I touch you, don’t you?” she demanded, surprised at the control she carried in her voice.

He swallowed hard, his hips moving with the motion of her hand. “My turn,” he growled. In one swift movement, he stepped toward her and pulled her into his arms. His lips ground into hers as he fell onto the bed, his body cushioning hers and then immediately rolling to the side. His hands explored her body. His fingers skimmed across her waist and breasts and then over her belly and up again to her nipples. The next sweep down sent his fingers to her mound, where his fingers teased an agonizing moment before he finally moved lower, his tongue and teeth and lips sending delicious shivers all the way through her body.

He captured one of her breasts in his free hand, and his lips surrounded her nipple until it grew perky. It drew a gasp from her when his hot mouth left it and moved to her other breast. She wanted his tongue on every part of her body.

Her shivers intensified as his mouth found the hot wetness between her thighs. Her cries were low and desperate, and she tangled her fingers in his short hair as her hips left the bed in an urgent mission to get closer to the source of that pleasurable torment.

Just when she was sure she would never be able to stand it, she came. Craig lifted upward, his body covering hers. He drove deep into, and her legs wrapped around him as they found a rhythm and held it, both of them straining toward a shattering climax.

His body moved powerfully. Her hands slid along his back and bottom, and she relished the feel of his muscles flexing and relaxing. His scent lay in her nose, and she cried out a final time as aftershocks spilled through her and he shuddered in his own completion.

“You are a wicked, wicked woman,” he said as he fought to catch his breath.

T
hey lay together in the bed, bodies gleaming with sweat. Now that the passion had died down momentarily, Jessie was dying to talk to him about Wilkes’ stash. Her mind seized on the possibility that she might have a handle on how to bring down the man she’d set out to get.

She’d known going into this that they’d be trying to work their way up the ladder to a bigger fish, until they got to the biggest fish of all. She hadn’t expected to find an ally in Katie, and she had never expected that Craig might have a tie to Wilkes, and one so huge.

Ahem, speaking of huge...
She grinned and reached for his cock, his body responding instantly to her touch.
Really? Already?

He moaned and rolled onto his stomach. “Are you trying to kill me, woman?” He buried his head in the pillow a moment before lifting it, and grinning at her in a way that sent heat through her body all over again. “You want some more?” His arm snaked across her hip and he pulled her tightly against him. “I can do this...” His rough finger trailed over the curve of her hip and down to her clit. He circled around it as he watched her face.

A throbbing ache built instantly from his touch. Her hips reached for more of his hand as her eyes closed.

His moved stopped. “Look at me,” he commanded.

She moaned as she let her eyelids flutter open, and did as he said. She liked being in control, but the way he spoke to her, she was pretty sure she would do anything he said when they were naked like this. She stared into his eyes as his finger started moving again; her breathing hitched.

“You like this?” When she nodded slightly, his finger moved lower and pressed inside her. It slid in and out of her, her channel wet and slippery. “Or do you like this?” He rested the side of his head on his other hand as he watched her intently. “What if I do this?”  His thumb began to rub her clit as two of his long fingers slipped in and out of her.

Her hips pressed against his hand, begging for more. What had she been thinking about a moment ago? Something about catching some—
oh, right there, that’s it...

He leaned closer to her, his wet lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. “Tell me if you like it.”

“I... I like... it,” she panted.

“Like what?”

She could barely think as his fingers and thumb moved faster, pressing her closer and closer to climax. “Th-This.”

“Say it,” he commanded in her ear. “You like it when I rub your clit? Fuck you with my fingers? Or do you want my cock inside you?”

She’d never talked dirty in bed, and was sure Craig was barely scratching the surface, but his hot breath in her ear, his words, and the images of what he was doing to her made her want to beg him to have her come. “I... want...” She ground her teeth as she fought against the rush of waves pushing her near the brink.

His teeth bit into her neck as he kissed her. His fingers moved inside her and he did something she had never felt before. Explosions rushed through her body as her muscles clamped and tightened around his hand; her legs pressed tightly shut as she cried out and trembled from his touch. The powerful orgasm rocked her body and she bit the inside of her cheek, tasting blood as she grunted and cried out again.

As her body floated down from its euphoric high, she caught Craig grinning at her... cocky, sexy, and pleased with himself.

“You’re a bastard,” she mumbled as she rolled onto her side closer to him.

“Am I?” His arms wrapped around her body and he kissed the top of her head. “I thought you rather enjoyed that.”

“I did.”
Too much
.

“Good.”

“I think you’re trying to kill me.”

He chuckled as she used his words against him. “Only giving you what you deserve, sexy lady.”

She smiled against his chest. He thought she was sexy? Something about the way he said it made it feel real. She stretched out against his body, and lifted her head so she could rest it on her hand like he had done earlier. “I’ll have to return the favor sometime.”

An eyebrow rose on his handsome face. “Sometime?”

She shrugged, playing it cool. “Yeah, maybe.”

He chuckled low in his chest, and it sounded good. Like he didn’t get to laugh very often. His guard had come down slightly, and she knew this was her chance to get him to talk. A pang of guilt ran through her. She hadn’t slept with him to get information. But seizing the moment seemed like an opportunity she didn’t want to waste.

She knew she had to tread lightly or lose him forever. She asked, cautiously, “So...how did you end up here?”

It was the best possible way to start off a conversation. Start someone talking, and they’d eventually talk about everything as long as it was about them.

“I rode.”

She chuckled. “No, I meant how did you end up mixed in with a crew?”

He shrugged. “I grew up with Morgan. We were foster kids.”

She’d known that from his file. Before she could stop herself, she blurted out, “Fuck, I hated foster.”

His face turned to hers, his eyes holding a surprised look. “You were a foster kid?”

“I went in at fourteen.” The words hurt to say. That was a time she’d much rather forget. She never talked about. It was in her file, she was sure of it, but it didn’t mean she needed to talk about it. “My folks died. My dad died when I was twelve, and my mom died when I was fourteen. My grandparents didn’t want anything to do with me. My dad’s folks are...complicated, and my mom’s never forgave her for marrying a biker.”

“A biker?”

Her lips moved upward. “My dad was Big Red. He ran the Wildlings down in Florida.”

Craig’s mouth dropped open. “Hot damn! Big Red’s a fucking legend. I heard he got killed in a really nasty—Fuck! I’m so sorry.”

She nodded. “Me too.” Her eyes closed; pain shot through her. Nasty was an understatement.

Craig’s hand found hers and held it. His fingers twined around hers and she let hers fold around his too. The feeling was nice, and she felt regret filter through her body. This could not ever come to anything. Before it was all over, Craig would be in prison and she would be gone, off to her next undercover job.

Ever since she’d joined up with Nate’s crew, she had been having second thoughts about this whole thing. She wished she didn’t. It was too difficult to maintain her professional distance around men who reminded her so much of her father. She needed to remember her father and why she was there, but it was so damn hard.

Especially when she was faced with a man like Craig.

She watched their hands a moment. “How did you end up in foster?”

“My parents were junkies. They just didn’t want me.” There was pain in his voice, but something else too.

A sort of evasiveness that made a frown form on her face. Why would he lie about that? It was in his records, which she had seen, so he wasn’t lying. Was he just avoiding the reality of that statement by being glib? She didn’t press him. It wasn’t her business to do that. “You know what I hated the most?”

“What?”

“The trash bags.”

Craig fell on his back and hooted with laughter. “You’d think they bought stock in the damn company, wouldn’t you? They give every kid a fucking trash bag. Really, why not give you a suitcase? You could keep it with you and tote it from place to place so much easier.”

“No tears or rips,” Jessie giggled.

Their laughter felt bittersweet. Craig stared up at the ceiling, one hand tucked comfortably behind his head. “What I hated most were the ones who really thought that they were making a difference by taking us in—and then never stopped talking about it. I can’t remember how many lectures I sat through from very well-meaning pompous assholes who only wanted to let me know how much of a difference they were making in my life.”

Jessie nodded in agreement. “I had those lectures too. It always started off with them saying that they wanted to see kids like me excel, and that they knew I needed a chance in the world, and that they felt honored to be a part of it. That is until they shook off the platitudes and the reality sunk in that there was a pissed-off kid living under their roof who didn’t see it that way. I preferred the ones who were in it for the money; at least they were honest about it. One woman told me she’d lost her job and needed to pay her mortgage, so farming kids was her only option. She wasn’t a bad person, and she didn’t starve or beat us like some fosters did to other kids; she just didn’t care about anything but that check every month.”

“I liked those kinds too,” Craig said, “Unless they wanted the money so bad they decided they had to cut the costs of raising us.”

She locked eyes with him. Empathy stirred. “You had some bad ones too, huh?”

He snorted. “Oh yeah. Maybe the worst ones were this couple over in Pine Grove, you know, the rich neighborhood? They took us in so they could parade us as their cause, and once we got out of the sight of their rich, fat friends, their charitable thoughts ended. We got one bowl of cereal in the morning, and a banana. Every day. If we were in school we got a sandwich, bologna on cheap bread with mustard whether we liked it or not for lunch. Dinner was whatever they could feed us for as cheap as possible.” He shook his head. “I never forgot that. They’d be in their fancy dining room, eating lobster, and the four of us, me, Morgan, Lisa, and this other kid, we’d be in the kitchen eating Hamburger Helper and canned beans. I think maybe that was when I really got how unfair life was for most people.”