MILITARY ROMANCE: The War Within Himself (Alpha Bad Boy Marine Army Seal) (Contemporary Military Suspense & Thriller Romance) (136 page)

Chapter 5

Susie and I were laying out on the veranda in just our towels when Brian approached us.

“I need to talk to you girls. Now.” He had bass in his voice, and despite myself, I was intimidated. The financial opportunity he was offering was something I didn’t want to ruin. Also, though my recent actions might have shown otherwise, I was finding myself more and more attracted to him. Years of telling myself I didn’t need a man and then Brian—one who has his shit together, one who is intelligent and ambitious, one who looks good—comes along and has me second-guessing.

He must have seen us in the hot tub.

Trailing behind me as I followed Brian into the house, Susie looked like a punished puppy. I worried that her sexual awakening may come to an abrupt close if someone were to rub her nose in it, as it were. Within 48 hours, she had gone from a virgin afraid of her own vulva to a video-hoe having group sex in a rapper’s hot tub.
That kind of acceleration can’t be sustainable
, I thought.

Brian led us into a well-furnished video-editing room with multiple HD screens and a couple couches. He sat in an office chair in front of the monitors, and we moved to sit on one of the couches.

“You’re wet,” he said. “You can’t sit on those. Give me your towels, and just stand where you are. I don’t need you dripping all over.” We both cast our eyes down as we peeled off our towels, returning to nakedness. I couldn’t help but notice that Suze’s nipples were firm. She was shivering, either out of cold or nervousness. I moved to put my arm around her.

Saying nothing more, Brian started the video. It was definitely the four of us in the hot tub. It was perfectly framed and even had sound. Was it a set up? I moved from guilt to resentment at having been tricked. The more I watched, though, the more the feelings from the hot tub returned to me. I found myself feeling very sexy again. It didn’t hurt that I was getting a better look at my naked body, from more angles, than I ever had. As odd as it might sound, I was turned on looking at myself. The others looked amazing too. I wasn’t sure what BoneZone’s angle was here. In an effort to be sure Susie was doing OK, and also to feed the urges I was experiencing, I moved my hand from her shoulder to her ass and gave it a meaningful squeeze. She returned the favor. She was OK after all. More than OK.

“I knew I chose well when I talked to you, Kara. We wanted this video to cause controversy, right ladies? This is going to be on every celebrity news blog when it ‘leaks.’ My video, my song, both are going to be famous before we even release them. As for you two: if you want it, this can be a career-making move for you both. It happened for Paris. It happened for Kim. It can happen for both of you. All I have to do is include your names in the leak. My offer remains: I’ll pay for school, for both of you. However, this leak means that you both are going to be famous, overnight if things go as planned. Do you want that? Are you prepared for that?”

Two simultaneous butt squeezes indicated our interest to one another before we both nodded enthusiastically, stifling giggles of excitement.

“I’m glad you’re on board. We only need one more shot to seal the deal. Nobody knows you two yet, and my boys are only famous because I am. You know what you have to do.” I had been hoping our conversation would lead this way. I suspected it would when I noticed the growing tent in his shorts ever since he started showing us the video. Wasting no time, as if we’d planned it, Susie and I both moved to our knees and began kissing the warm, pronounced bulge Brian was sporting. With one hand on each of our heads, he ran his fingers through our hair while we undid his belt and zipper.

His plum of a head was already peeking through his boxers when we pulled his shorts down, hinting at the beautiful cock that lay beneath. Disrobing him from the waist down, we marveled at his mouth-watering cock as he took off the rest of his gear. His dick seemed sculpted, the perfect size and thickness, with gorgeous veins running around like spiral staircases. His purple head throbbed with his pulse, blushing with heat in sync with my own pulsing pussy, which I lay over his face at his beckoning. He got to work immediately, lapping at my moist lips while he held his camera phone in one hand, alternating between focusing on the wonderful work he was doing and on Miss Tai. She was starting the enviable job of licking his magnificent shaft, which was already glistening with precum.

I sat on Brian’s handsome face, facing Susie and huffing with pleasure as he ran his tongue through the crevices of my pussy lips and asshole. It got me hot to watch Susie go to work on his fat dick. I could feel my juices getting all over Brian’s face as he slurped greedily on my clit.

Suze eventually let the ache in her pussy do the talking, and she held his cock against his stomach. She slid her clit along the length of it several times, building her own desire. She finally righted his manhood and slid, gradually, down until she managed to fit him all inside. The satisfaction on her face spoke volumes as Brian moaned with pleasure into my bush. She slowly rode his fat dick while he continued making me feel like a woman. I sucked on Susie’s perky chocolate nipples. My tongue flicking combined with the pressures of his cock on all of her most sensitive spots put Susie over the edge fast, and she picked up her pace, bouncing feverishly before collapsing into my arms, whispering, “You’ve got to try that.”

Recognizing that Susie’s pussy was too sensitive for direct stimulation, Brian opted to eat her ass while I maneuvered his glorious shaft into my love hole. He stretched my walls and, handing Susie the phone, grabbed my fat ass with both hands. He smacked it and spread my cheeks. I could feel my asshole wink with joy with each thrust he made. Suze sucked on my tits and ran fingers in circles around my clit as I bounced on Brian’s rod. Even though his face was happily buried in Susie’s lovely ass, I could tell by his breathing and contortions that he was resisting the urge to blow his load. It had obviously been growing and building until it was almost too much to bear. The video of our foursome was on loop in the background. The image of Mac and Pablo busting on our faces joined forces with Brian’s swelling, throbbing cock to push me past my limit. I shouted as my pelvic muscles flexed rhythmically, squeezing BoneZone’s shaft, milking it, urging it to let loose.

Instead he pulled out, and Suze and I instinctively moved to his bulging dick, kissing and sucking his slick head. We took turns bringing the tip into our mouths and licking his shaft. We kissed each other with his cock in between, running our tongues all around the crown of his dick, imploring his balls to be generous. His toes curled and his hips shook as he erupted, finally, and blasted his load into our kissing mouths. We kissed and licked as his come coated our lips and dripped down our chins. We finally moved to kissing his still-pulsing cock, and then his chest, before we all finished, panting in a three-way embrace.

Chapter 6

In December, after performing for months at any BoneZone concert that didn’t interfere with my school schedule, I received a text from Brian. He had received Grammy nominations for Best Rap Song and Best Music Video. While I knew the song was nominated on its own merits, I liked to think that Susie and I had something to do with the video’s acclaim. I’m sure that the publicity we all received from the “leak” at least put it on the radar of the judges, not to mention earning us daily interview requests and magazine cover offers. Suze (Miss Tai to the public) and I agreed that school was still a priority, even if it was just something to fall back on, as it was for Brian. For the time being, though, we were soaking up the limelight and enjoying the attention we learned to love when working at the club.

The day after Brian’s text, Susie and I received official invitations to the Grammy awards. For a couple women famous for being naked, the only problem was figuring out what to wear on the red carpet.

THE END

A Billionaire Romance

Temptation

Raine woke in a strange bed, the disorientation making her frightened for a second until she recalled the private jet, expensive dinner and incredible sex she had had the night before. After meeting Antony DuBesne in the gym of a hotel – she had actually gatecrashed the gym, much to the anger of the receptionist there – and discovered he had reserved the entire hotel. Even in the small town of Crutch Junction that kind of thing was unheard of.

Raine looked about the Houston hotel room she had spent the night in search of the man she had slept with.

But did he actually
sleep
with you Rainey? Therein lies the rub.

“Antony?” She called. No response came, so she decided it was safe to get up. Crossing the palatial room was nerve wracking. Raine had the feeling a group of men was about to burst in and watch her with their mouths gaping open as she wobbled to the bathroom. This room was well-appointed too, with a very inviting bathtub she wanted to relax and sooth her aching muscles in. A crimson flush crept up her neck and face as she remembered what she had done to make her muscles ache so much. Antony might be a tease, keep secrets and have a pitifully bad sense of humor, but he was gifted as a lover. Raine turned on the shower, recalling the moment she ejaculated last night and something deep in her abdomen pulled.

Antony, Antony, Antony. Where did you learn to do that? And are you likely to do it again?

Warm water flowed over her curves, caressing her big, natural breasts before sliding over her round belly and finally coursing down her ample thighs and butt. Not the fattest girl in the U.S., Raine was certainly no size zero and was perfectly happy to be bigger.

Embarrassment hit her again when she realized she only had the clothes she had worn on their date last night, and not aware of the protocol in situations like this – she had
never
slept with a man on the first date before – she couldn’t be sure what people might think of her.

What people, Rainey? There was only you and him here last night.

Dressing quickly, but at least making an effort to look as clean and unruffled as she could, Raine made her way out into the main area of the penthouse, hoping to find Antony.

Dismay crawled up through her, however, when she was confronted by the tall, slim blond woman with incredible legs who sat at the large table in one corner sipping coffee.

“Bonjour!” the woman said brightly. She was almost wearing a thin, silk robe, but it had only been loosely tied.

Raine could see her muscular belly and legs, her pert little breasts cupped in expensive lace, and her obviously shaven crotch nestled in something the size of a postage stamp.

“Coffee?” Her accent, like Antony’s, was French, but hers was much broader, deeper as if she was French rather than having been educated there.

“Yes please,” Raine muttered as she dragged herself over towards where the French woman sat.

You fucking idiot, Raine. You saw the pictures on the Internet. Every one of the other women Antony was with looked just like
her
.

But if that’s true, why spend so much time and money on me?

He’s obviously loaded. Money means nothing to his type, and he wanted to see what it was like to hump a porker!

Raine shook her head, trying to dislodge the nasty little part of her subconscious that seemed to hate her so much.

“There you go,” Miss French Perfection said, pushing a cup towards Raine. Her accent made it sound like ‘Zere you go,’ but Raine made no comment. “You are waiting for Antony, yes?” she added.

Raine took a deep breath preparing to hear the worst. “Yup, that’s me, waiting for Antony. Got any idea where he is?” She asked, not really wanting the answer. French Perfection tossed her head, making her tight little curls bounce.

“I think he is in his room, taking a shower.” She looked at Raine. “I am Celine, his assistant.”

Raine felt a little better after hearing that. “Raine,” She said, offering her hand, “I’m...” What was she? Raine had no clue at the moment, “A journalist.” Celine frowned.

“You are doing a story on Antony?” she asked in confusion. “I was not told.”

Raine grimaced. “Not so much doing a story on Antony as...doing Antony. If you see what I mean?”

Celine laughed.

“You are very funny,” she observed.

“So they tell me.” Raine countered.

“So this is good then. Antony has been alone for so long, and now he has a pretty young girl to keep him company.” It sounded wholly condescending to Raine, but it might just have been Celine’s accent. “I am glad to meet you, Raine.”

They drank coffee in silence for a few minutes before Celine said, “It looked as if you were upset when you first come out here. Why?”

Raine paused before answering. “I did wonder if you and Antony were...”

Celine laughed again. “Antony is not like this,” she said. “He would not do something like this to two women. He is too much of a gentleman.” Celine ran her eyes up and down Raine’s physique. “And if I am telling the truth,” she added salaciously, “you are more my type than he is. If you see what
I
mean.” She smiled and stretched. “I must go and change, darling. I think we have to be leaving very soon.” With those final words, Celine prowled across the penthouse and into the third room.

Raine sighed, wondering what kind of weird, mixed-up people she was getting involved in.

The elevator doors pinged to admit a pair of tuxedo wearing men, who pushed a pair of trolleys across to the table. They unloaded a mass of food before Raine and promptly left after biding her a quiet good morning. She buttered a slice of toast and was about to eat when a door opened, and there he was. Raine’s stomach clenched at the sight of him – and the memory of what he did to her last night – and she felt as if she should stand up for some odd reason. Antony took two steps into the room and halted, looking up at her with a huge smile lighting up his face.

“Mon amour, you are even more beautiful than I remember,” he said, and Raine smiled in return. Antony crossed the penthouse and laid his hands gently on Raine’s shoulders, drawing her to him.

Raine felt the hardness of his body pressed against her soft curves and relished the contact. Antony had a sinewy yet muscular physique without an ounce of fat to cover the rock hardness of his frame. He brought his lips to hers, warm and soft, before sliding his tongue into her mouth. He tasted of toothpaste, mouthwash and something which was purely Antony, and Raine was hooked.

Antony pulled back and spoke in a husky voice, “I wish we had the time to carry on from last night, ma fille sexy, but unfortunately I have to return to Crutch Junction. There are a few meetings I have to go to.” He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Help yourself to breakfast. I want you to keep your stamina up.” Antony’s grin made Raine blush, and he laughed. “So beautiful. So sexy,” he told her.

The three of them, Raine, Celine and Antony, were aboard the Learjet less than an hour later and soon after in the air, streaking through the Texas sky towards Raine’s hometown.

Although she had been dreading the flight again, Antony’s presence was a calming one, and even though he was busy talking to Celine and sorting through his emails, he made sure he held her hand and kissed her fingers from time to time.

Carson greeted them at the airfield with the dove gray and chrome of the car polished and without a speck of the dust which blew unimpeded across Crutch Junction. Celine slid into the front seat beside him while Antony and Raine sat in the rear. Antony twined his fingers with Raine’s as they made the short drive to her mother’s house.

“Will you let me take you out again tonight?” Antony asked, looking as if he might be denied.

“Sure,” Raine said. Leaning in for a kiss, she made sure her breasts pressed into his arm and chest. She twirled her tongue around his lips, and he groaned.

“What you do to me!” he cried in mock despair.

***

Raine nervously stepped through the door to her mother’s house. She hadn’t planned on being away all night, and even though Antony had hired someone to come and spend some time with her, she still felt guilty for not being there.

“Mom?” She called crossing the threshold.

“Hello, Raine.” Her mother actually sounded cheerful, making her feel a little better. Raine found her in what had been the family room when she was growing up, snipping coupons from a paper. “Come and look at this!” her mother cried happily. “Seventy-five cents off of orange juice!”

Raine smiled even as a little more of her hope died – she had hoped her mother’s condition would miraculously get better somehow – her mother couldn’t stand orange juice.

“That’s great, mom,” Raine told her, trying to control her voice. “Maybe we can go shopping later and get some.”

Her mother peered at her as if she was strange. “Suzie said she’d take me. You don’t have to bother.”

Suzie eh? I’m going to have to meet you.

Raine sat there and listened to her mother’s idle chat as she cut coupons out of various magazines. Suzie seemed to be the hot topic at the moment, and Raine listened for as long as she could stand it before making her excuses and leaving.

Once she had changed out of the ridiculous dress she had been wearing, Raine thought about Antony.

Where are you right now? You said you had a lot of meetings to go to. Who are you meeting? What about? Are you thinking about me? I wish I was with you right now.

His absence was a palpable pain in her chest, and Raine laughed at herself even as she wiped tears from her eyes.

Jesus Rainey, you only met him yesterday, get a grip!

Making a decision, Raine got up and drove into town, heading for the office of her longtime friend, Lisa Gomez.

Lisa’s office had not changed in the slightest since Raine had been there more than ten years ago. Precariously stacked mountains of files and assorted papers covered any horizontal surface, like the dying fingers of some massive paper beast. Lisa sat at the back, almost as if she was attempting to hide.

“Raine?” Lisa asked as Raine tried to navigate to the back of the office without toppling one of the paper towers with a breast or buttock. “Shit, it is you!”

“Hey Lisa. Still peddling lies in that rag of yours?”

A feral smile crossed Lisa’s face. “You know it, baby.” Lisa had changed even if the office hadn’t. There were a few more lines around the edges of her eyes, her hair was a little grayer and she had filled out in the last few years, now sitting larger than Raine. “You coming back to work for me?” Lisa asked, trying to snag an answer as soon as possible. Raine made a face.

“Don’t count on it. I only came home to look after mom.”

“How is she?”

“How you’d expect for someone who’s got dementia and terminal cancer,” Raine stated flatly.

“Jesus, Raine. I’m sorry.”

“She doesn’t know about the C. I thought it would be easier on her, you know?”

“Yeah, but really hard for you, eh?” Tears started in Raine’s eyes, and Lisa jumped up to hug her. “Come on. Let it out, and you’ll feel better.” Raine cried for a while, grieving for the mother who had a death sentence hanging over her head. Eventually, Lisa suggested they go and grab some coffee and head for a diner a few blocks down.

Coffee and Compassion
looked a little more run down than when Raine had been there last. She and Lisa slid into a booth and ordered coffee. Their teenage waitress looked pitifully underfed and as bored as only a teenager could.

“Talk to me,” Lisa said, and Raine poured her troubles onto her old friend, telling her about her break up with Sam in Chicago, losing her job at the
Chicago Tribune
and then finding out about her mother’s illness.

Lisa listened, asking a few clarifying questions here and there – her journalistic idiosyncrasies as much a part of her as breathing – and making sure she interjected the occasional hum of agreement. When she had finished, Raine felt as if a weight had been lifted from her and grabbed Lisa’s hand, squeezing it in thanks.

“So tell me about this Antony you’ve met,” Lisa said.

Raine smiled shyly, a blush crawling up her neck.

“Antony DuBesne,” Raine murmured and sighed like a schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher. “It’s hard to believe I only met him yesterday. I went to the Paradise, you know? Downtown and...” Raine trailed off when she saw the expression on Lisa’s face. “What’s wrong?”

Ten minutes later they were back in Lisa’s office, staring at a series of articles involving the DuBesne Corporation and a number of its subsidiary companies.

“Yeah, look here,” Lisa said, scrolling to one story. The headline read, “ADB Holdings to Acquire More Land.”

Raine skimmed the text, picking out the salient points, which mainly involved this company buying up vast tracts of land in the middle of Texas.

“So...?” She wondered.

“So what does this company want with all that land?” She raised her eyes at Raine as if the answer was obvious. “It’s no good for farming. They can’t be intending to build on it, so that leaves?”