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Matthew and I sit next to each other, but he feels miles away from me with his pensive stare out the car window. I’m not sure what I was expecting, I suppose I hoped that my mistakes could be forgotten, but it’s clear that showing up at the art gallery hasn’t exactly swept him off his feet.

 

Please, stop up here Nate.” Matthew guides the driver back to the curb and jumps out of the car as soon as it stops moving.

 

I’m surprised, but don’t question why I’m following him into a Starbucks. I guess when we got into the car together I assumed we would be going back to his place, not a coffee shop. He still hasn’t spoken a word to me, not that I’ve been gabbing his ear off either. The tension between us is thick, and I’m not sure how to proceed.

 

“Do you want anything?” He finally talks to me, while the cashier awaits my order.

 

“Oh, uh, yeah I’ll have a medium roast coffee, please.”

 

“Make that two,” he goes back to ignoring me as the cashier takes his order. I’m starting to feel like this was a huge mistake. I knew there was a reason he didn’t answer my phone call. Now it seems like he’s about to explain it to me, since his silence didn’t speak loud enough to keep me at bay.

 

When we sit at the table, I can’t take anymore. “Matthew, what are we doing here? I came to the show tonight so I could tell you how I know now that I made a huge mistake…”

 

Matthew holds up his palm and I quiet down, waiting for him to interrupt my racing thoughts with something more pertinent that a coffee order. “Kendra, I’m happy to see you,” his voice is flat and tired.

 

“Are you?” If he is, he’s hiding it well.

 

He looks deep into my eyes, and I close my mouth. “I am, but I didn’t want to just rush to the condo and act like nothing happened between us.”

 

“We could’ve just talked there,” I mumble to my cardboard cup.

 

“No, I think we both know that if we went there, the only sounds we’d be making wouldn’t be conversation.” I bite my lip as my body reminds me how much I’ve missed his touch. Every cell in me is crying out to be pressed against him.

 

“But we need to talk, Kendra because I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep watching you walk out of my life at every misunderstanding or in every moment of confusion.”

 

I nod, my eyes blurring with tears.
He is done with me!
I guess at least now I know, I won’t wonder about what could have been.

 

“You’re right, I have been running away and looking for flaws. I’m sorry I didn’t give you the chance to explain anything before I left. I was just so overwhelmed with Marjorie and learning about your father…”

 

“I know, that was a fucked up situation. And I blame myself for letting that get so out of hand. When I found you in the diner that day, I had every intention of telling you about the car accident and why I had tracked you down.”

 

“Why did you track me down?” I interrupt.

 

“Because, I’ve been carrying my father’s burden for more years than I can count and it’s been eating me up inside that I have the ability to try to make this right for your family, but no one will give me the chance. I already tried with your mother,”

 

“I know,” I whisper.

 

He raises his eyebrows, but continues, “I guess I just thought if I could help you out somehow. Like with student loans or something like that, then I could help make a positive difference in your life instead of just leaving the gaping hole that my father tore in it.”

 

“So why didn’t you tell me?” I finally look at him, and his eyes soften, crinkling at the corners.

 

“I intended to after the Heart and Stroke fundraiser. I planned to tell you about how I had talked to your Mama a few years back and how she sent me away. I learned about how she passed away from heart failure, and I’ve been raising funds for the foundation annually ever since. I’ve just wanted to make some kind of positive difference in her honor.”

 

Tears spill over my cheeks, thinking about how much this tragedy has consumed him. And I just kept disregarding him as a shallow playboy. It turns out that I was the shallow one. “I didn’t know.”

 

“No, and I fucked that up anyway. I let my attraction to you ruin the night, and we both know how that went.”

 

I nod, remembering the painfully long drive to the city after Matthew had tried to seduce me.

 

“Once I got to know you, it just got harder and harder to speak up. I started worrying that I was going to lose you if you knew the real reason I had tracked you down.” He was right about that.

 

“I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions with you and Brianna and I shouldn’t have left when Marjorie confronted us,” I look straight into his aqua eyes earnestly. “I was afraid of losing you too. I realized how happy you were making me and, well, happiness isn’t something I’ve really allowed myself to indulge in since Mama passed. I guess I thought if I could immerse myself in school and then a job then I wouldn’t open myself to anymore heartbreak, but I was wrong.”

 

“Kendra, I
do
want you in my life. But not just until the first bump in the road comes along. I want a future and a chance to see where this can go. I need you to think about that before you try to come back into my life. I won’t keep playing this game anymore. My cards are all out on the table now; I have nothing to hide. But you know what? I’m still not a perfect person. There are still going to be things you learn about me that you aren’t going to like, that’s just life. If you aren’t ready to stand beside me and work through difficult times, then there isn’t any future for us at all.” His tone is firm, but not angry.

 

“I want that too! I want us to have a future. I just find it hard to accept life on life’s terms. It’s a big weakness for me, but it’s one I’d like to work on… with you.” I look up at him from under my eyelashes, holding my breath.

 

He leans in, tilting my chin to raise my gaze to his. A shiver runs through me as our eyes lock, “that sounds like a project I’d like to work on,” he murmurs. I feel like I have a fever as hot and cold battle it out over my skin. My body aches for him. To feel his fingers, his lips, his tongue… “how about we get out of here?” He offers.

 

“Where are we going?” My voice is thick with hope and desire.

 

“Let’s go to my condo. I’ve had enough talking for one night.”

 

Chapter Six

 

Matthew didn’t touch me in the town car, only tracing light circles on my knee with his thumb. Even that was enough to light up my senses and set my nerves on fire. It’s not like there was much more he could do with the driver sitting inches away from us, with no soundproof divider to protect our privacy.

 

Now that the doors just slid shut on the elevator, I’m wondering what’s stopping him. He said that once we got back to the condo we wouldn’t be filling the air with talking. I didn’t think he meant we’d fill it with motionless silence instead. As the elevator opens in his condo, I want to grab his hand and drag him down the hall to his room. I want him to fuck me right here on the cold floor. I want him to do something.
Anything!

 

“Are you ok?” Matthew interrupts my spinning thoughts as I follow him into the living room.

 

“Yes, why?”

 

“You’re breathing heavy,” he sounds amused. I think he’s enjoying watching me squirm in anticipation of his touch.
I know he is.

 

“I’m fine.” I grit my teeth, refusing to beg him for pleasure.

 

“Let’s step out here and get you some fresh air. It sounds like you might need it,” he guides me by the elbow out onto his sprawling balcony. The view of the city is enough to take my mind off my eager flesh for a moment. The millions of twinkling lights compete for my eyes as the warm spring air swirls around me.

 

“It’s amazing,” I breathe softly. Matthew wraps his hand around my neck, pulling me into him flat. Our mouths meet in a slow, tantalizing kiss as his fingers tug my zipper down my back. He opens my dress until my entire back exposed and my dress clinging on by the shoulders alone.

 

“Take it off,” he directs me. The fabric to slumps down my arms until I’ve freed my hands from the navy blue cloth. Then I hold the dress around me like a hula hoop, stepping out of it carefully, so I don’t damage Brianna’s new clothes. Tossing the clothing inside his large patio door, I stand up straight, pushing my breasts out and returning his smoldering gaze defiantly. Taunting him to take me.

 

Matthew pulls me back into him and nibbles on my earlobe while one hand releases the clasp on my bra. When he pulls back from me, he takes the flimsy lace with him. The spring air blows over my nipples, making them hard nubs as I stand in nothing but my panties and high heels. His hands travel over my exposed skin, competing with the cooling air. I gasp as he slides down onto his knees in front of me, grabbing me firmly by the hips and pulling my wet pussy to his mouth. Shuddering my hips against him, I grind my sex into his hot tongue as the heat of his breath pours over my clit.

 

His hands slide down over my ass and squeeze my cheeks so tight that I cry out from the mixture of pain weaving in with the pleasure from his tongue. Matthew’s fingers slip under the fabric leg of my panties, and he hooks his thumb around the lace, pulling it to the side. With the flimsy barrier removed, he delves his tongue deep into my fold, making my knees buckle from the intensity. My pussy is completely covering the lower half of his face while his lips circle my sensitive clit and push it out into his hot mouth. I groan loudly, pressing down onto his tongue as he swirls the tip around my nub until I’m begging for release.

 

“Oh, please Matthew. I’m so close!” He pulls me forward, so I’m straddling his face while he assaults my clit. Lashing his tongue against it mercilessly until I’m writhing and twitching with pleasure. My fingers run through his thick, chestnut hair, and I grab on with both hands. Using his head as my anchor, the waves of bliss wash over me, tossing me around like a stray surfboard in the crashing tide. My guttural moans fill the night air with shameless sounds of passion as my thighs tremble from the intensity of my orgasm. I suddenly realize how tightly I’m gripping Matthew’s hair, and I pull my hands back out, freeing him from my twisted fingers.

 

If I was hurting him, he doesn’t let on. He stands back up and locks his eyes onto mine, freezing me into place. I never move my eyes from his, but instead watch him unbutton his shirt and toss it to the ground from the periphery of my vision. His pants quickly join the shirt and finally, my intrigue drags my eyes from his so I can glance down at his impressive, rigid cock. A smile spreads across my face as I tug my panties off and walk over to him, wearing only my high heels. Pressing my body against his, I can feel his member pushing into my belly.

 

I kiss his chin, then the front of his throat, his shoulder, and his chest. As I drag my tongue down over the defined ridges of his abs, I start to settle down onto my haunches in front of him. My mouth fills with saliva in preparation for his thick cock. Matthew grabs my arms tight and yanks me back up so fast that my feet actually dangle off the ground for a second. I gasp at the sudden movement, confused.

 

“What are you doing?” I squeak as my toes touch the balcony again.

 

“I haven’t had you in over two weeks; there’s no way I’m going to wait one more second to fuck you.” His voice sounds like the engine of a motorcycle revving in my ear. Before I can say a word, he whirls me around and presses me down against the glass railing of his balcony, so I’m overlooking the spectacular view of Manhattan. My head is spinning, and my heart races as my eyes adjust to the swirling madness of the city lights below. Pure adrenaline pulses through me as I stare down at the traffic-clogged streets, impossibly far below us. Opening my legs, I stand up on my tippy-toes, I arch my lower back and tilt my ass up to entice him.

 

Matthew presses the head of his cock firmly against my entrance and dips himself between my lips, rubbing his dick up and down in my juices. Suddenly, he thrusts into me, pushing his girth into me in one even stroke as I moan to the twinkling lights below. I grab the glass barrier holding me from my death with both hands, gripping the edge tight while Matthew places his hands firmly over mine. Pressing down on my hands, he steps between my open legs, so each of my inner thighs is pressed open by his. I’m helpless to move, pinned into place by his body. Not that I want to be anywhere but here.

BOOK: Indebted: Part Three (Series Finale): The Virgin & The Bad-Boy Billionaire (A BWWM Billionaire Romance)
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