His Big Reveal: An Interracial BWWM Billionaire Romance (BWWM Alpha Males) (9 page)

“Patience sweetheart, we are about to give you everything you need.” Sloan’s voice was gravelly, quiet and filled with tension from restraining his passion. He grabbed her under her arms to lift her and helped lower her onto Grey’s straining erection.

“Fuck me!”

“You got it, babe.” Grey smiled up at her and pulled her down for a kiss so wild and so hot she was already pushing against Sloan’s erection before she realized what her body was seeking.

Filled to the brim with alpha males, Sascha was sweating and panting as they pumped in and out, in and out of her willing body. She could feel them both so deep within her body she knew they would be bonded forever. They were all in a blind passion, bodies capable of nothing but seeking and giving pleasure. The rhythmic pound and glide inside her body made her legs shake, her arms quiver as she edged closer and closer to that precipice. Her pussy began to clench around Grey and she guessed the same was happening to Sloan because the simultaneous roars that tore through the room triggered an intense orgasm she couldn’t seem to come down from. “Oh. My. Oooooh!” Her body continued to convulse around them and she shouted when she felt two sets of teeth sink into her skin, her lower back and shoulder, prolonging her orgasm even further. She went on and on and on until blackness settled over her.

Long moments later her hazel eyes opened to a pair of dark brown and a pair of blue eyes staring down at her an equal mixture of concern, amusement and she was pretty sure…smug. A bright smile split her face. “So are we bonded now?”

“Forever.” They both growled.

The End

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“Jace Cole. That man is a six foot two hunk of muscle and trouble. He has this way of grinning, this crooked grin that makes my toes curl. His eyes are the color of the sky and his hair is long, silken and black. A cigarette is permanently stuck between his pink lips. Jace is everything I can't have.”

Jessa closed her laptop with a sigh. With her blog updated, there was nothing else to do but start her day. That should have been easy, a normal routine that she'd fallen into for the past year. She woke up, took a shower, got ready for school, had a small breakfast, went to class, came home, studied and went to sleep. Sometimes there was the occasional library study sessions or coffee with friends, but other than that, she was a model student. Jessa didn't do parties, she didn't take drugs or even drink, although she was almost twenty-one.

Three days ago, all of that had changed. Jessa's brother, Jacob, had knocked on her door in the early morning hours. He'd looked tired, run down as he plopped onto her couch. Running a hand over his face, he'd given her a grin before he did what she'd known that he would. He asked her for a favor.

“Jace needs a place to stay.”

“No,” Jessa said instantly, folding her arms over her chest.

“Jessa, please. He's been staying with me for three months. My grades are slipping, I'm not sleeping. I have to pass the finals or mom and dad are cutting me off. Help me out.”

“Why should I?”

“I helped you,” he said, narrowing his eyes.

Jessa groaned. She had known he was going to bring that up. Two years ago, the first and only time that Jessa had tried drinking, she'd overdone it by a lot. Intoxicated, sick and pissed off, she'd gotten arrested. Jacob had come to her rescue, thankfully and their parents had never found out. That was the only reason she could live on her own, instead of in one of the overcrowded dorms on campus. She liked her freedom, her privacy. Jessa sighed.

“Fine, but if I do this, we're even. How long is he supposed to stay?”

“Until he gets back on his feet,” he called as he stepped outside. Jacob stepped back in with Jace leaning against his shoulder. He deposited him on Jessa's couch.

“What happened to him?”

Jacob shrugged. “He thought it would be fun to drink a liquor store last night. He should be out most of the day. I gotta go.”

“Wait a minute! How long is he going to be here? A real number.”

Jacob sighed. “A month, maybe two. Look, what do you have against him anyway?”

Jessa pointed to the snoring man on her couch. He was bumbling something incoherently, his eyes still closed. Besides the state he was in now, Jessa didn't want to add to the fact that she had been wildly attracted to him since they'd known him. That and he liked to torture her without mercy.

“Just give him a chance. Help him get a job. You'll be fine.”

Jessa scoffed as her brother disappeared as quickly as possible. She knew he must have really been in trouble to dump Jace. After all, they'd been best friends for years. There wasn't anything that they weren't willing to do for each other. Becoming a doctor was Jacob's dream though, Jessa knew that he'd never let anyone, not even Jace, jeopardize that.

~

Walking into the living room, she saw Jace spread out on the couch. He'd been there three days and his only goals were; sleep in late, drink until dawn, pass out. She was getting sick of seeing his snoring body on her couch. Jessa had a plan though.

Tiptoeing past his sleeping form, she dug into his wallet. His credit card was inside, almost falling out it's spot. She slipped it into her pocket, before she walked back down the hall to get dressed for school.

The weather had quickly turned to fall in Michigan, the chill deep enough to hit the bones in the morning. By afternoon however, you were shedding clothes. She decided on a white t-shirt and jeans, an oversized maroon sweater and a thick, white scarf. Brown boots finished her outfit before she pushed her curls up onto the top of her head into a poofy bun. Dumping her schoolbooks, notebooks and computer into her bag, she tiptoed out of the door, careful not to wake Jace up.

Outside, Jace's bike was parked in its usual spot next to her small, reliable car. It was an unimpressive, two door car with ugly green paint, but it got her where she needed to be, mostly on time. Sliding behind the wheel, she headed off towards her school. Classes didn't start for another hour and a half, but she liked to study as much as possible.

Jessa knew that when she came back home, she'd have to corner Jace and talk about their living situation. She'd been trying for the past two days, but each time he'd been passed out drunk. If she tried to wake him, he only muttered angrily in his sleep and went back to snoring. She sighed. Hopefully, her plan would work to keep him sober, forcing him to speak to her. It helped that she'd swiped the keys to his bike the night before, not wanting him to kill himself.

She finally found a spot on the crowded lot, wedging her tiny car between two towering, new suv's. Her parents had offered to buy her a new one, but Jessa refused. She wanted independence, to know that she could stand on her own two feet without her parents money. Even if she was taking it a step at a time for the present.

Throwing her backpack over her shoulder, she headed for the library. She nodded to the woman behind the desk, her blonde hair long, her blue eyes sparkling as she waved back. Jessa settled into her usual corner, a spot hidden away by stacks of old history books. She loved that spot. No one knew where it was or wanted to sit there if they did, but she got lost in the smell of the books and very rarely had to deal with loud voices interrupting her studies.

Jessa had been working towards her law degree for two years. It wasn't exactly what she wanted to do, but it would make her parents proud. Her mother was the doctor, a heart surgeon. Her father was a prosecutor. Jessa was following in his footsteps, but she didn't know if it was what she really wanted. All she knew was that she'd work hard and hopefully the whole thing would grow on her.

Her schedule was booked for the day. After classes, there was work. She'd gotten a job in a coffee house, the manager nice enough to train her since she didn't have experience in much. Jessa enjoyed the smell of the coffee brewing, the music that pumped through the speakers and the easy going customers that breezed through, leaving generous tips behind. So far, it had kept her car with gas and in pretty good repair. She was proud that she could at least do that much for herself.

By the time the day was winding down, she was exhausted. She clocked out before slipping her apron into her locker and gathering up her bag. Digging inside, she pulled out her phone. The screen lit up, showing over twenty missed calls, not including text messages. She sighed. Scanning through them, she could see that most of them were from Jace, a few from Jacob as well. Jessa groaned. It looked as though they'd be having a talk sooner rather than later.

As soon as she pulled up to her apartment, she could hear music pouring out of the place. Embarrassed, she let herself in before turning down the speakers. Jace was pacing, a cigarette in his mouth, smoke choking the air in the living room. Jessa covered her nose, opened a window and groaned. The space had been clean before she left, now it looked like a tornado had hit it.

“What do you think you're doing?” Jessa asked, propping her hands up on her hips.

“Losing my mind apparently,” Jace mumbled. “I lost my keys. Lost my credit card. I've looked everywhere.”

Jessa sighed. “We need to talk.”

Jace cocked an eyebrow. “About?”

“Your behavior, this room, the smoking and drinking, what you're going to do with yourself. I don't know where you want to start. Pick a topic.”

“You know where my keys and card are, don't you?”

“I sure do,” Jessa said, crossing her arms over her chest. “And you're not getting them back until we've had a talk.”

Jace scoffed. He snubbed the cigarette out in a dish. Before Jessa knew what was happening, he'd closed the distance between them. He leaned close to her, a grin on his lips.

“What's the matter? You want to keep me caged up here, all to yourself? I knew you wanted me,” he said with a cat like smirk.

Jessa rolled her eyes. “Get over yourself. I just want to know when you'll be leaving.”

Jace tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “You sure about that?”

Her heart skipped a beat. “Y-yes,” she stuttered, hating herself for it.

Jace's grin became bigger. “Are you now?” He asked as he took a step closer.

“Will you focus? I need to know what it is that you plan to do. That's it, nothing else.”

“Well, I was planning on getting a drink. Want to join me?”

Jessa bit her lip. She had to think of a way to word herself right. She knew from personal experience that telling Jace Cole
not
to do something, meant that he was definitely going to do it. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head.

“You can't even go without drinking for one night,” she said with a scowl.

Jace laughed. “Yes I can. I choose not to.”

“Whatever,” she said, tossing him his keys and credit card.

“That's it? Just like that? We don't have to talk about anything?”

“Do whatever you want,” she retorted as she brushed past him to head to her bedroom.

Jessa couldn't see the look on his face, but she could imagine it. Jace liked a good competition, he couldn't seem to turn them down. She was sure that if she told him he couldn't stop drinking, he'd stop only if to prove her wrong.

She shrugged out of the sweater and kicked off her shoes. Reaching up into her hair, she let her bun down, loose waves falling over her shoulders. As she was wiggling out of her pants, Jace stepped into her room. Jessa yelped.

“Privacy! Don't you knock?”

“It's not like I haven't seen it before,” Jace said with a wink. “Besides, I came in here to ask for a compromise.”

“What kind of compromise?”

“If I stop drinking, you have to keep me company.”

“How do you suppose I do that?”

Jace shrugged. “I don't know. You sit with me, chat, keep me entertained.”

Jessa scoffed. “I'm not your entertainment.”

“Fine. Then I'll go get a drink.”

“Wait,” she said, grabbing his arm before he left out of her door. Jessa sighed. “Fine. I'll keep you company. “However,” she said as he began to grin, “I need time and space to work on my school work. You can not interfere with that.”

“Deal,” he said.

“Now get out. I have to change,” she said as she pushed him out.

“What's for dinner?” Jace called through the door.

Jessa rolled her eyes as she wiggled out of the rest of her clothes. She slipped into a pair of purple, cotton shorts, a white tank top and her favorite purple striped knee socks. Jace was in the kitchen when she emerged from her room. He was bent over in the fridge, rummaging around.

“What are you looking for?”

“Food. I'm starving.”

Jessa pushed him aside. “That's what happens when you drink and pass out.”

“Don't be so mean,” he said, hopping up on the counter. “What are you making?”

“Burgers. If you'll shut up long enough.”

Jace was quiet for several moments as she gathered the ingredients. She began to chop her favorite ingredients for it; mushrooms, onions, slices of thick cheddar cheese. Despite the way that she ate, Jessa was relatively small. Most people thought she was still in high school until she brandished her ID. She began to cook the burgers while out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Jace moving around.