Fresh: A BWWM Secret Billionaire Romance (6 page)

I
woke
up in his bed. I could smell his scent all around me, like he was holding me. He wasn't in bed. I sat up. I hissed a little when I felt the cold air hit my naked body.

My nose twitched as I sniffed a little bit. He was cooking something.

I got out of bed, and I went to his closet. I put on one of his shirts, and I walked downstairs.

"What's cooking?"

"Oh, you're up. I didn't want to wake you up. You looked like an angel." He bent down to kiss me, like he couldn't get enough of my mouth. "Nothing fancy, but I thought you might some grilled rainbow trout."

"I normally don't like fish," I warned him.

"Believe me, this is something different. I swear, this is something that you're going to like. My friend has this aquaponics farm, and he grows basil. He cold-finishes the fish. He sells the fish at the farmer's market alongside pesto for an arm and a leg, but he gives it to me for free. It's really good. It's what I eat when I need a quick, hearty meal. I think someone made me work up an appetite."

"I'm not apologizing for it. In fact, I might make you work up an appetite soon. Very soon." I put a finger into the waistband of his pants.

He pulled my hand away and kissed it to take the sting of rejection away. "I'm starving, and you know, there is such a thing as recovery time."

I pouted, but he only laughed. "Can you get the plates for lunch? Set the table, too, please."

I set the table, and I put two plates near the stove for him so that they would be ready.

He took the grilled trout, and he put it on the plates for the two of us. I had to admit, the pesto on top did look pretty good. I loved pesto. I did the knife flick to get the fish onto my fork. I ate it.

"Oh my god, this is so good. What did you put in it?" I chewed and swallowed. “It doesn’t really taste like fish.”

He smiled, pride written all over his face. He did a little fist pump. "I'm glad that you like it. It's one of my favorite dishes. The secret is garlic butter."

"But there's already garlic in the pesto."

"Yeah. It's garlic overload. Very good for anybody who has a cold. Garlic is great for you if you're sick. I am still a little worried about the snow angels."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm fine. But it's nice to think that you want to take care of me."

"Anytime." He picked up my hand and kissed my palm. Our eyes met, and a pulse of heat sizzled between us in the second of silence. "I promise I'll take very good care of you later. Eat now, though. We both need our strength."

My stomach growled, and I pulled my hand back from him. I scarfed down the pesto-laden fish.

"You're cooking all the time. I am not a great cook, but I can make you crepes. They are easy. Do you have any red wine? Bordeaux would be best, but I'll take anything."

"I have a little Bordeaux, yeah. It might be out in the barn."

I stopped eating. "The barn? What, do you have a wine cellar out there?"

"Nah," he said, rubbing his head. "It's just cold out there, so it's okay. Alcohol doesn't freeze that easily. I'll go out after dinner and start defrosting it. I'll submerge a wine bottle the water in a little bit. That should be ready for dinner."

"Cool. I think you have everything else." I thought. I had seen milk, eggs, and flour in his refrigerator. "Do you have ham?"

He blinked. "Ham? In a crepe?"

"I don't think that I will make a crepe if it is for dinner. I would rather make galettes."

"Galettes?" He sounded like he had never heard that word before.

"They are made from a heartier flour...we will make do with whatever we have. They are heavier. Crepes are sweet and for breakfast. Galettes are full meals."

"Yeah, I have ham. Can you put some cheese in it, or do galettes not have cheese?"

"Ham and cheese galettes sound great. Now scoot back to the barn. Those cows aren't going to take care of themselves. I'll clear the table."

He tugged on my earlobe, and he put on his coat to go outside.

The door closed behind him.

I felt naked but happy inside of his shirt. It was crazy to think that I had resisted him for so long. My dad had flung me at a life-long virgin. I shook my head. What was he thinking?

I would come downstairs to fix dinner in a few hours, but I think that this called for a new painting.

I took off the Demeter painting. It would wait. Instead of planning this painting, I just went at it.

I was done in just two hours. I stood back and looked at it. In this painting, the sun was shining benevolently on a cornfield in full bloom. The sky was the color of Jimmy's eyes, a little bit wrong for the kind of sky that you want to see overhead, but it was my painting. I got artistic license. The flowers underneath were flourishing under the light of the sun. They were huge, as tall as sunflowers, but they came in every color of the rainbow. They reached for the sun, and it loved them back.

I looked at it, and I knew that it was one of the best paintings I had ever done. Spontaneous, yes, but it was definitely one of the best things I'd let out. Instead of being a pretty painting, it had something more. A little more depth to it. It meant something to me, the beauty of flowers in springtime, though I was locked away in this little wooden house in the dead of winter.

I left it there to dry.

I looked at the clock. It was time for me to clean up, then I would get dinner started.

When I walked past the kitchen to go up the stairs, I saw the wine bottle resting in the sink. The water would ruin the label, but it was the fastest way to change the temperature of the wine. That was why champagne was served in buckets of ice. You didn't want water in the champagne, but being surround by ice was just as good. The converse was true.

I had gotten paint on this shirt, but I knew that I could buy him 10 more like this. I took it off, and I scrubbed off quickly in the shower in a much more utilitarian way than we had done during our shower sex, and I pulled my hair back. I fired up the stove, and I mixed together the galette batter. I found a pan that was good enough, and I used the garlic butter that he had been using earlier. I fried the ham in another pan, and I made the galettes in the first one. I put the fried ham into the galettes, and I put cheese in there to melt. It smelled really good. I saw that he had a jar of pesto in his fridge, and I brought it out as the garnish and sort of finishing touch. I put just a little bit on top. Pesto was Italian, and galettes were French, but I hoped whatever culinary gods there were would smile on this flavor combination. It might be good.

He walked into the house, and there was snow clinging in his short hair.

"Smells good."

"You don't get any of this until you pay up."

"Pay up? What, how much does dinner cost?"

"A kiss, please. Pay up."

He grinned at me, and he leaned down to kiss me lightly.

I closed my eyes, and then I shook my head. "Hmm, I don't think that was adequate payment. I think that the new price of dinner is two kisses."

"What a greedy, greedy lady you are." He bent and kissed me thoroughly this time. "Is that enough?"

I smiled up at him. "It is now, yes. Wash your hands. I'll take this off of the stove, and we can eat."

We knew the drill at this point. We got the plates together, and I put his big one on his plate and my smaller one on mine.

With the first bite, he let out a groan that sounded like what he sounded like during orgasms. "Oh my gosh!" He swallowed. "This is the best thing I've ever tasted in my life."

"Yeah?" Even if he was lying to make me happy, it still made me happy and glowing inside.

"Yeah." He kissed my cheek. "Thank you for making dinner."

"It's the least I could do." I smiled at him. "You've cooked so many meals for me. I am warning you now, though, this is the only thing that I really know how to make. One of our housekeepers when I was really young and my mom was alive taught my mom and I to make it. She came in at 9, and my dad normally ate breakfast around 6 or 7 before he went into the office. So my mom wanted to be able to make something a little bit better than standard pancakes. She really loved my dad." A shadow fell over my face. I swallowed back the start of a sob. Why was I even saying this? I tried not to think about it.

"Hey. It's okay. You miss your mom."

I blinked so that my tears would not fall. "I do. I don't know. I can remember my childhood, but as time goes on, those memories start to fade. She died of cancer when I was a kid, before I hit my horrible teenage years. Andrew says that she would have stopped me from being so horribly spoiled."

"Ha, maybe not. I think that you have a pretty forceful personality all of your own."

"I get it from both sides, believe me." I didn't feel like crying anymore.

"Would you like to join me in the living room?"

"What, do you want to read together again?”

He smiled a little. "You gave me an idea earlier with that talk of champagne and Bordeaux."

"
O
kay
. Let me clear the plates." I tossed them into the sink. They could wait for a little while.

Inside of the living room, the fire was roaring and at full strength. In front of the fire was a blanket. On the blanket, there was a bucket filled with ice and another bottle of wine. It was uncorked. 

"This isn't what I'm used to when it comes to bottle service, but I'll take it."

"The bucket is from the barn." His face was a little red. "I hope you like it."

"I like you." My nipples were firm and poking through the other shirt of his that I had stolen. "And I think that I should thank you."

"Yeah?" His grin made the corners of his eyes crinkle. He came down on the blanket, too.

"Yeah." I sat on my knees, and I unbuckled his belt. His cock popped out. I touched it with my mouth softly. He began filling up, getting harder, growing erect before my eyes. I took the bottle of wine and poured a little bit on his body. He sucked in a breath as I chased the little rivulets of wine around the valleys and peaks of his lower body.

"I like a boy who goes commando."

"Mmmm..." He could speak when my mouth was enveloping his hot dick. It tasted salty. I sucked on it a little, and his dick grew even bigger inside of my mouth.

I cupped his balls in my hand, and I looked up at him. Seeing me in this subservient position was turning him on as fast as a fighter jet. He put his hands in my hair, and he shut his eyes in ecstasy.

"Yes! Yes!" He spilled his seed into my throat, and I swallowed all of it down.

He knelt down on the blanket and sprawled like a starfish. I put my body between his arm and his body, and his arm was draped around my hip. It slid down to the top of my ass, and I nuzzled my face against his hard shoulder.

"You are incredible, you know that?"

"Just like you." I kissed him softly. "Just a people pleaser." I kissed him again a little bit harder.

His arm around my hip and ass had a hand that began questing between my soft thighs. He touched my clit, and he began to rub it. My hips bucked uncontrollably against his hand, and he watched my face as he brought me to a quick orgasm. My body shook beneath him.

Before I was even done with the aftershocks, he put his finger inside of my sheath.

"You're so wet." He finger-fucked me a little bit, pushing back and forth while still flicking my engorged clit a little with his thumb. "So hot."

He pulled his finger out of me. I watched as he sucked my juices off of his finger. "Delicious. I could go down on you all day."

I rolled so that I was completely on top of his body, staring straight into his eyes. I was on all fours, with my knees on either side of his body. I was still wearing his shirt. He was still wearing his shirt, too. Only our bottom halves were bare.

I rolled my hips against his newly hardened cock, not taking him inside of my body, just teasing him a little bit.

"You are great at giving head. However, there's something that I enjoy even more than your tongue."

His hand came behind me, and I heard the sounds as he stroked his cock the last 1% into full arousal while it was between my legs.

I sank on his rod, and we both moaned. My body began to flutter around him right away.

He sat up and trapped my soft body between his hard torso and his powerful thighs. A hard hand on the back of my neck forced my torso down, down, down on his cock. The places where he gripped me would have bruises tomorrow. I looked into his face. He was fully seated inside of my body, and the look in his eyes said that he would consume me just like the fire beside us consumed the helpless little logs.

He kissed me roughly this time, nothing of the tenderness that he normally used when we were kissing. He kissed me like he wanted to fuck me, hard, passionate, just on the border of too much.

Then he began to move.

I leaned back on his thighs, and he bit my breasts as he began to work my body up and down on his cock. It felt phenomenal. His dick inside of me touched places that I did not know anybody could touch. I did not know if anybody ever would again. He was excellent at this, for all that he began late in life.

I clenched my muscles around him, and he stopped. There was sweat on his forehead. I pulsed again, and this time he did not stop. Instead, he pulled my hair back so that my body was curved in a C. He bit my breasts even harder, enough so that it crossed the threshold of pain. I kept sucking at his cock, milking it, getting ready for what was to come. I tried to pull him more deeply into my body, but he was already as deep as he could get.

With a shout, I fell into the abyss. I could feel him join me, feel my body light up with his come, warm seed spilling into my willing body.

I kissed him as we both recovered from our earth-shaking orgasms.

"You are a very fast learner."

"I had an excellent teacher." He kissed my neck, and a dart of fire ran through my body. "She taught me everything I know."

His dick, which had been getting slowly softer inside of me, came back to life as I bit his neck in retribution for his kiss.

I clenched, and he was all the way back to full arousal.

"More." I pulled my body off of his.

"You say more, but you're stopping. What are you doing?"

I got on all fours again. Instead of being on top of him, I presented my ass to him. "Take me from behind."

He wasted no time in gripping my hips with one of his hands. He drew me backwards, and I felt the slick, hot tip of his cock touch my wet hole.

"Take me," I demanded.

He slid an inch inside of my body. "I am."

I tried to back up, but his strong hand would not let me take more of his dick into my body. "I want more."

"More what?"

"More of your cock," I hissed.

"I want you to beg. What do you want?"

"Please, please give me your cock, Jimmy!"

He slammed his body against mine, his front coming flush with the cheeks of my ass. I heard the slap of our skin together. His arms came around me, and I could see his hands planted on the blanket outside of mine. My hands looked delicate and tiny compared to his. I was much smaller physically, although I could take anything that he dished out.

I clenched my Kegel muscles, and he grunted. He began to take me savagely, untamed, swinging his hips straight into me. I braced myself on my arms, but I couldn't keep myself up anymore. I sank so that my breasts touched the soft blanket, and he fucked me so that I moved up the blanket, with my breasts feeling the blanket slide past me. Or I slid past the blanket. I couldn't keep track anymore.

He spanked me, and I felt myself free-fall. He spanked the other cheek this time, and I realized that his arms weren't around me anymore. He was straight up on his knees, plunging his cock into me. He spanked me a third time, and this time I could feel a river of his come releasing inside of my body, filling my body with warmth and heat and love.