Fresh: A BWWM Secret Billionaire Romance (7 page)

W
hen I woke
up the next morning, I was in his bed instead of the blanket in front of the fireplace. I put my hands above my head and stretched.

"Good morning, gorgeous."

"Hi." I kissed him on the mouth, keeping my mouth closed because I had horrible morning mouth. I didn’t want to kill him with my fire breath. I quickly kissed his cheek, which had a little stubble on it. "What is the plan for today?"

"Well, I have to work a little. You know, the cows do not take care of themselves. But I was thinking that we could go snowshoeing. Have you ever been before?"

"No." I wrinkled my nose. "Sounds like a lot of work. It's so cold outside. Aren't we supposed to stay in side and keep warm?"

My hand trailed down his body to grip his hardening erection.

He caught my hand and pulled me away. "Woman, you are going to drain me dry. I would die a happy man, though. I'm too tired, though, even though it’s the first thing in the morning.”

"Tired?" I smiled at him with a smile as old as Eve. "I'll do all the work."

I rolled him so that he was on his back, and I straddled him. I teased him a little bit, and I could feel him getting bigger and harder beneath me. I flicked one of his nipples, and he moaned a little. I leaned down to kiss his neck. He started to breathe heavily. I liked this position a lot. I liked the power. I liked looking down at his face.

I got off of him.

"Where are you going?!" He sat up.

"Shh. Lay down. Be right back."

He lay back down, but he turned to watch me. I stole the little curtain sashes.

"I want to tie you up."

He blinked. "You know those things won't hold me, right? I mean, it's just fabric."

"They aren't there to tie you up. It's more the idea of the thing. If I had thread, I could tie you up with that. It's the mental concept of being bound, not the physical inability to move."

I tied his hands loosely to his headboard. I admired my handiwork. I liked my knots, and his body was beneath me like my own personal buffet. A garden full of tempting fruit.

I lowered my head so that I could tongue his erection. His hips gyrated, and he pushed up to meet me.

I firmly gripped his hips, and I forced him down on the mattress.

"Don't move, or I will stop." He stopped.

"I won't. Please don't stop."

Who was begging now?

I put a hand on his balls to cup them and roll them a little bit. I slid his cock deeper into my mouth, and he groaned. His body was vibrating as he fought the urge to thrust into my mouth. He knew that if he did, it would be all over.

I let his dick come out of my mouth with a slight pop. I wiped my saliva off with the back of my hand. I picked up his cock and balls in one hand, and then I went for his taint.

This time, he couldn't hold back. He arched like I had put a poker to his backside, and he howled beneath my tongue. I licked his sensitive perineum, then I put my tongue into his ass.

His body shuddered above me. Looked like I was doing a good job.

I held my thumb in place in the center so that he would shoot as he orgasmed. When he stopped moving, I let go. A little bit of come came out of the tip, and I licked it up.

"Yum."

He was breathing like he had just sprinted 100 meters.

"I think you're going to kill me."

I smiled benevolently at him. "Nah. That wouldn't be any fun at all." Who could I take like this if he died from orgasms?

I kissed him, letting him taste just a little of his come in my mouth, thrusting my mouth on his, taking what I wanted.

I kissed a line down. First his chin. Then his neck. Then the center of his chest, between his pectorals. I could hear his breathing get more ragged as I trailed my kisses down past his belly button to his pubic bone. I swirled my tongue around his dick, but I didn't take it in. I used my hand to stimulate the sensitive part of the crown, and I could see his thighs tense again. He was close.

I shifted position. I threw my leg over him so that my back was to his face. I liked reverse cowgirl a lot. I knew that he was going to get quite a show from seeing his cock disappear inside of me. I took it in my hand, and I lifted up my body so that he could see it as his tip entered me. I stopped, suspending my body over him, ending time for a brief second.

He wouldn't let me stay there. His body surged into mine, and I screamed when I felt his girth splitting my body in two. No matter how many times we had sex, it was always a surprise to feel the stretch and the burn of his girth inside of my tender body.

In this position, his cock hit my front wall, where my g-spot was. I put my hands on his knees, and I leaned forward a little bit. I clenched my muscles, and he bucked up below me again.

This time, I didn't tease the two of us. I got right down to it. I could feel the fire building in my body, threatening to consume me, leaving me as mere ash. I fluttered around him right before I orgasmed. He couldn't take it. He shouted as he came, and my body was filled with his warm seed.

I cried out above him, on top of him, my ass touching his pubic area. I touched my clit to give me that extra half centimeter that would bring me over the edge. My entire body contracted as I felt my body orgasm and join him in release. My entire mind melted into a million pieces.

When I could breathe again, I slid my body off of his.

"Jesus Christ, woman, that was a hell of a wakeup call."

I turned around and kissed him. "Mm. I love waking up in your bed."

I undid his hands. "Let's take a shower and clean up a little."

"I am pretty sure I am taking the most showers I have ever taken per day."

"Do you mind getting dirty?" I arched one brow.

"You know I don't. It's a lot to take in, though." Maybe I should take mercy on him. He was new to this kind of thing.

I pulled him out of bed and brought him into the bathroom. I soaped him up, but he deserved a little bit of rest. Two orgasms early in the morning was enough for now, and I could be good and wait a little while.

I soaped him up, but he shampooed his own hair. He soaped me up, paying extra attention to my breasts, and he put a questing, soapy hand between my thighs. He washed away the come and my juices.

We made our way to his linen closet still dripping to get more towels. I wrapped my wet hair in one and covered my body with another. It was so cold here, especially with wet hair.

"Do you have a hairdryer?" I had brought three suitcases but had forgotten mine.

"Yeah."

He went into a closet downstairs, and he drew out a brown hairdryer that looked like it was at least a decade old. He got dressed in his room, and I heard the front door open and close when he went to work.

I plugged the hairdryer into the outlet in my room, and I dried the ends of my hair. When I was done, it was a little bit crazy, but I just pulled my hair back into a bun. He didn't seem to mind whatever my hair looked like, and I spent a lot less time on my appearance here than I did when I was at home.

I took out my sketchpad. I was not in the mood for painting. I started loosely sketching with my #1 pencil. I drew a little cat waking up, its eyes half open. I got out my crayons, and I made its little eyes blue and its fur a light gold.

All of a sudden, I thought of what it would look like if we had a kid. We had been having a lot of unprotected sex. I was on the pill, though. I had gotten a huge supply, and I normally took a pill right before I went to sleep.

I thought back. I panicked. I hadn't been taking my pills here. There had been other things that I did right before I went to sleep.

The two of us had been having a lot of unprotected sex. A million thoughts marched into my head, thoughts I had never had before. I curled into a little ball. Was that his game? Lure me into bed so that he could knock me up and trap me here forever?

This was a lovely sojourn, but I did not want to be trapped in this frigid wasteland. I remembered why I was here: to placate my dad. I wasn't hanging around so that I would be a prime candidate for knock up and lock up.

I got dressed, this time in my own clothes, not his. I felt like I was putting back on my battle armor. I put on makeup. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw a warrior princess. I wasn't going to be tricked into staying. My clothes were not coming off again unless he had a lot of condoms in this house.

W
hen Jimmy came in again
, I resisted the urge to brush the snow off of him and greet him with a kiss as I would have only a few hours ago. Instead, I walked downstairs, my arms crossed, ready for a fight.

"Hey." He smiled at me.

I only glared.

"Did something happen? Are you okay?"

"We haven't used protection."

He blinked. "Oh. Yeah. We haven't."

"Do you have any condoms?"

He looked at me like I was completely off my rocker. "I hadn't had sex before you. No. I don't have condoms."

I gritted my teeth. "Then we can't have sex anymore."

He blinked. "What brought this on? Don't you have birth control or anything?"

"I forgot my pills." I hugged myself. "I forgot to take my pill, and I might be pregnant."

"You make it sound like a bad thing. If you're pregnant, we'll get married. Would that be so bad? Am I such an ogre?" He ran a hand through his hair.

I shook my head. "Of course you're not. I'm not staying here, though."

He knelt on one knee. "I don't have a ring, and the roads won't let me go to Madison to buy you the one that you deserve. You can help me pick it out. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

I shook my head. "No."

A polar vortex passed over his face. "What, I'm good enough to fuck but not good enough to marry? Am I not good enough for you? Is that it?"

I looked at my feet.

"That is it, isn't it? I gave you my virginity, but you don't want more from me. I told you, I'm not the kind of guy who sleeps with anybody lightly. You were my first."

Tears pricked my eyes. I didn't mean to hurt anybody. I was just here for fun, and now it had turned into so much more. I didn’t want to be his wife.

"Please take me into Madison."

"The roads are piled high with snow. We're only supposed to drive in an emergency."

I felt like it was a pretty damn big emergency right now. I said nothing at all. The silence hung uneasily in the air.

With a last look at me, Jimmy left me in the house. All alone. On my own.

I wrapped myself in a blanket near the fireplace, and I cried a little bit. The day had started out so well, and now everything was ruined. Why did I have to forget my pill? My gynecologist had offered me a NuvaRing, because I wasn't the best at taking my pill at a regular time, but I thought that it was gross to put my fingers up there. But if I had, I would not be facing the prospect of getting pregnant by a Wisconsin farm-boy.

Why did he have to propose? It wasn't what I was looking for. Sure, my dad would be over the freaking moon if I had accepted the offer. Monumentally great sex was something, but it was not the foundation of a good marriage, a marriage that would last a lifetime. Out here in the wilderness, where there was no cellphone reception and no Internet and no air conditioning, I could not survive. I might as well be in another country, not the comfortable one in which I had grown up. This area was too foreign for me. Sure, I liked Jimmy a lot. Was I in love with him? Yeah, a little. Was it enough to steal me away from the life that I already had? No. No chance.

I packed up my clothes. I had not taken a lot out of my suitcase. I just needed to take down my dresses and shirts from the hangers in the closet. I went thumping down the stairs with my three suitcases. It was easier to bring them down than pull them up. I put away all my art supplies.

I did not want to cry. It would ruin my makeup.

I waited for Jimmy to come through the door. I was done here. I knew that he would be back at some point. I stared at the front door like a cat stares at a mouse hole. Waiting.

When it eventually opened, he did not take off his coat.

"If you want to go to Madison, let's go."

H
is truck was outside
, and he had snow tires on it. I heaved all three of my suitcases into the truck bed and hoped that the snow wouldn't completely ruin everything that I had inside. They weren't waterproof.

I climbed up into the cab of the truck, and the lines of Jimmy's face were grim, as if someone had died. The engine roared to life, and we spent a very awkward, long time driving into Madison through a surprisingly little amount of snow. The snowplows must have come through recently. I could see pink salt on the road, so the salt trucks had been through here, too. I held my hands tightly in my lap, and I stared out the window.

We pulled up outside of a hotel on Watts Road, and he pulled all my suitcases out of the truck. He carried them in his arms when it would have been impossible for me to pull all three of them in. When we got into the hotel, he put them on one of those carts, the kind that you always see being used in Broadway musicals.

"I booked you a room. You can stay here until the snow is gone, and the jet is ready to take you home."

He wouldn't look at me. He just stared at my hair. I felt a tear threaten, but I didn't want to ruin my makeup. Don't cry, Mel.

I extended my hand. "Thank you. I really appreciated spending time with you."

He looked at me. I took a step back from the rage burning in his eyes. "Thank you for coming," he said, but his tone said something else.

He left me there in the lobby. I went to the desk, and I got a key card for my suite. The receptionist offered to send somebody to help me, but I pulled the suitcases into my room by myself.

I lay back and tried not to think of how filthy the bedspread could be. This whole trip had been a complete mistake. I should not have come. I could have decided to get a job while I was still in DC, and then I wouldn't have gone through this. The high of falling in love. The low of having him propose to me and send a rock sailing through the fragile new relationship, shattering it like untempered glass. I took out my makeup remover, and I plugged in my Clarisonic charger. My Clarisonic was charged enough in a minute or two. It buzzed as I cleared my whole face of makeup. I let myself cry now, cry for what I had lost, and what I had not chosen. This was the opportunity cost of going home and living my own life. I knew that I needed to move out of my father's house. I had been living there since I was born, and it was high time for me to get my own place. With my own house, I would have more privacy. Less meddling. I had a trust fund that Dad had threatened to take away, but I also had enough stashed away to keep me afloat for a few months on my own. I knew that truly, with my back to the wall, I would figure out a way to make it work. It was the middle of the school year, but surely they needed substitutes or assistants year round.

I called Captain Harris from Madison. My phone finally had a signal, and I was glad to be back in civilization.

"Hello?"

"We need to bring up the timeline. Can you bring the jet a little earlier?"

“How much earlier?”

“Today.”

"Let me look at the weather forecast." There was silence. "I can get you tomorrow morning. I'm afraid that there's still a winter weather advisory right now, and I'd probably get frozen to the runway."

"That's fine." I was quiet. "I'll see you at 8 AM tomorrow, then."

"I'll be there."

I pulled up my laptop, and I connected to the hotel's complimentary Wi-Fi. I tooled around on Facebook, seeing everything I missed. I saw the blurry, dark shots of my friends at bars. I saw them eating brunch, stealing bacon from each other's plates. I ached for the time that I had missed with them, the fun that I had not shared.

I sent out my resume to the local school district, both the public and private one. Private paid less, but it had fewer children and maybe a better quality of life. I didn't know what Dad would do with my trust fund, since I was definitely not letting him see his grandchildren before he died, but I would find a way.

I put away my laptop, closed my curtains, and stared at my ceiling. I thought that it had been a mistake, but really it had revealed to me who I was at my core. I didn't know if I would call myself spoiled, but I had gotten used to modern amenities that didn't exist everywhere. I could not live in a godforsaken cold state.