Rainwater Kisses: A Billionaire Love Story (3 page)

T
he next morning, I awoke a sweaty
mess. Owen had invaded my dreams, and I had a feeling he would occupy my
thoughts for the rest of the day as well. Still, I had taken my first flight on
an airplane in order to be here, and I was going to make the most of this
vacation. Tomorrow evening I would be back on a miserable flight to Iowa, so I
might as well make some memories while I was here.

I knew that Emma would probably be
exhausted from partying and everything else that goes along with a wedding
night, so I just grabbed a book and headed out to the beach. It was quiet on
the resort, as all the guests were sleeping off the party. A tree caught my eye
as I wandered toward the water, and I went to investigate. It was a funny
little tree, with bunches of beautiful five petaled flowers. I picked one
blossom from a branch, and held it to my nose. It was the sweetest flower I had
ever smelled. I tucked one behind my ear, feeling very pretty.

I went down to the beach, not
terribly interested in finding a place to read just yet. Setting the book down
on a safe patch of sand, I waded into the crystal clear ocean. The water was
too warm and wonderful not to at least dip my toes in at every chance. I kicked
lightly at the waves, looking down the shore. A few hundred yards away was a
set of cabana houses. Jack and Emma were in one of them, the two of them
staying in the same cabana where they had fallen in love.

Something else caught my attention,
though. A woman's scream of terror shattered the quiet of the beach. I
remembered Emma's story of saving a man's life on the beach, and I knew that it
now was my responsibility to do the same. I jumped to my feet, scanning the
water for signs of a woman drowning. Soon I realized that the sound wasn't
coming from the water—it was coming from above...

There, hundreds of feet in the air,
a woman screamed as she was pulled behind a boat. A huge red parachute kept her
airborne as she flew through the air. The only thing preventing her from flying
off into the stratosphere was a tether connected to her harness and the boat.

That looks fun,
I thought.
Way
too dangerous, though.
As the woman soared through the sky, screaming in
joy and terror, I knew that I wanted to try it. It would be the perfect
vacation adventure, something to tell the girls back home. This was my
vacation. I had spent my whole life playing it safe, never leaving the security
of Iowa. Now that I was in a faraway place, I was going to try some new things.

I turned around and picked up my
book from where I left in in the sand. When I stood back up and turned around,
I was face to face with Owen.

He was wearing nothing but a pair
of expensive looking swim trunks and even more expensive-looking sunglasses. I
couldn't help giving his body a once-over, realizing that he must have women do
this all the time. He grinned as if he knew exactly what I was doing, and
instead of feeling embarrassed, I was glad I had looked.

I had felt how strong he was every
time he had touched me in the past couple days, but I hadn't expected those
muscles to be so... uncovered. There wasn't a hair on his body below his ears.
Indeed, even his face was completely clean shaven, and his square jaw
accentuated the obvious hardness of his muscles.

I knew I was beginning to stare
when he said, "What are you up to?"

I opened my mouth but no words came
out. I pointed behind me at the general vicinity of the woman in the sky, my
head not allowing itself to turn away from the Greek god who stood before me.

He smiled. "I haven't been
parasailing in a while, but I still have a 'chute at my place. Would you like
to go with me?"

Once again, he was trying to get me
to go to his house. I smiled, this time managed to stutter a response. "I
can't, I-"

He cut me off, removing his
sunglasses. His blue eyes squinted immediately, but it had the desired effect
as he stared at me and I felt my knees turn to jelly. "Kaylee, no more
excuses. I want you to go parasailing with me, and then I want to hear all
about being a physician's assistant."

I didn't know how I had managed to
resist him this long, but I lost the battle with my own common sense at that
moment. As soon as I decided to go with him, I regained most of my confidence.
"Sounds great! I just have to drop my book off at my room, and we can
go."

He gestured to me to lead the way.
As I walked past him, he put his hand on my back, guiding me as I headed to the
row of rooms Jack had rented out. Normally I would have shrugged him off, but
his touch felt so good...

T
he walk to his beach house was
pretty quick, and he spent the time talking to me about my job. I kept the
details as sparse as possible, not wanting him to think that I was too interested.
However, with every look he gave me, I found my resistance breaking down. He
walked beside me, occasionally bumping into me a little bit, and I wondered if
I would even make it to his place before my defenses broke down completely.

As we neared his house, I gasped.
Oh sure, he never told me it was his until we got close, but I could see it
from about a mile away. It was huge, with gigantic bay windows looking out over
the ocean. There were balconies off of every bedroom. It looked more like
another resort than somebody's home.
Why not?
I asked myself.
With
all the money in the world, I might do the same thing.

I had wanted to check it out, but I
never got the chance. Naturally, he had somehow sent a message to the dock that
we were going parasailing without me even noticing. A parachute with two
harnesses was already set up and ready for us to go on the dock attached to his
mansion.

"Are we ready to go?"
Owen asked as we approached the dock.

The owner of the speed boat looked
like an experienced sea hand, typing on his tablet quickly. "I'm all set,
Mr. Parker, and the weather is good for the next few hours." Owen nodded,
and we began to get into the harnesses.

The captain strapped us into what
looked like a big swing for two. I began to get nervous as he explained what we
should do in an emergency, but nodded my head and acted unafraid. There was no
way I was going to back out of this now. This was a vacation adventure, and I
was going to treat it that way.

Before the boat started moving,
Owen reached over and plucked the flower from my hair, raising it to his nose
and taking a breath.

"Ah, plumeria. These usually
grow in Hawaii, but I see no reason why they wouldn't thrive here," he
said softly.

"I wondered what it was. I
think it might be my new favorite." I grinned at him as he pocketed the
small flower, making sure it was safe as the speedboat's engine revved.

We rode out to the designated area
on the back of the boat. I gripped the straps of the "swing" tightly,
getting more and more nervous by the moment. Another man kept the tether reeled
in while the captain looked back at us. "Are you ready?" he yelled at
us.

Owen looked at me. "Are you
afraid of heights?" he asked.

I smiled at him. It was probably
pretty obvious. "A little," I confessed.

He smiled back. "Me too."
He gave a thumbs-up to the captain. The captain hit the throttle as the
assistant freed the release on the tether. Suddenly, I felt myself being pulled
off the back of the boat. The captain had warned us that this is what it would
feel like, but I panicked a little anyway. Soon, however, we were completely
clear of the boat and climbing. I felt the parachute bring us higher and
higher, and I found myself growing more and more excited. When Owen let out a
whoop of joy, I joined in with him, screaming my own lungs out.

The captain had told us that the
tether was four-hundred feet long but that we would only be going up about half
that distance. Still, as we reached the apex of our flight, I could see for
miles around. Owen grabbed at my hand, and I looked over at him and gave him a
huge grin.

After about fifteen minutes of
looking at all the scenery and feeling the wind blow us around, I could feel
the tether reeling us back in. We got closer and closer to the boat, and soon
we lifted our legs up, getting ready to land. I could see Owen's eyes on my
toned legs, which were probably the sexiest part of my body.
Let him look
,
I thought,
I've been checking him out all day.

Within another few moments, we were
safely back on the boat. The assistant helped us out of our harnesses, and I
took a seat. Owen pulled a cooler out of a storage compartment, and inside was
ice and a bottle of champagne. He had already popped the cork, pulling two
glasses out before I had a chance to refuse. The label on the bottle looked
fancy.

He poured two servings and set the
bottle back down in an ornate bottle holder. He sat next to me, not shy at all
about how close the two of us were sitting. He handed me a glass, and I
accepted. Our cups clinked softly together as he toasted, "To trying new
things on vacation."

I grinned back. "To
vacation," I agreed. We both took a sip.

He looked out to the sea, his blue
eyes seeming to search the waves for something. "I was lying when I said I
was just a little scared of heights. I'm terrified of them," he said.

I looked at him, unsure if he was
telling the truth. "We didn't have to go parasailing, you know."

He laughed. "I've gotten used
to them," he said. "Not only do I fly everywhere, I spend a lot of
time in Dubai, and the tower they put me in is the highest in the world. As
long as I don't go too close to the windows, I'm okay."

I sipped the wine again.
"Dubai? Where is that?"

"It's part of an oil-rich
state in the Middle East," he explained. Then he smiled and looked at me.
"But I'm no Wikipedia page on the subject. What are you afraid of?"

"Me?" I asked. The sudden
question threw me off.
I'm afraid of dying alone
, came my immediate
thought, but there was no way I could say that. It wasn't even quite true, but
the last man I had been with had taken advantage of me, and I was still feeling
vulnerable. So I said the next best thing. "I'm afraid there's no decent
men left in this world."

Owen smiled. "All the good
ones are either taken or gay," he said.

I leaned in a little closer.
"So which one are you?" I asked.

"Indecent," he said
without a moment's hesitation. I looked down, seeing if he meant what I thought
he meant. "Made you look," he said.

I slapped his chest without
thinking, the hardness of his muscles once again taking me by surprise.
He
must work out every day
, I thought. He knew what I had felt just then, and
immediately his eyes were on me, on my body. He looked at me with a hunger in
his eyes.

"So," I said, trying to
break him out of it. "I should probably get back to the resort. My family
probably thinks I wandered off into the ocean by now."

"That's already been taken
care of. Jack has let your family know that you wandered off with me," he
said.

I blushed and looked down at my
feet. They knew my reputation all too well and were probably already making
assumptions. "Great," I said. "We might as well take our time
then."

"My thinking exactly," he
said. "I saw you looking at my house earlier. Would you like a tour?"

I hesitated. The place had been
huge, and I had wanted to check it out, but now I wavered. My inner voice
popped up again.
Go! Check out the billionaire's mansion! You're on
vacation, and besides, when are you going to get another chance like this?

My inner voice was right. It was a
vacation. I wasn't about to fall in love like I always seemed to do, and even
if I did, my vacation was going to be over tomorrow anyway.

"I'd love a tour," I
said. I could feel my smile beaming, but I still don't think it was as big as
his was.

H
e opened the huge oak door to his
house and ushered me inside. I stood at the entrance for a moment, not wanting
to track sand all over, but he just kicked his sandals off near the wall and
walked right in. I followed suit.

I knew that Jack had been staying
here when he met Emma, and that he had stopped sleeping here to stay in her
cabana house by the beach. I'm sure if Emma had known what he was giving up to
be with her, she would have insisted on living here instead.

Owen took me on the grand tour,
showing me the kitchen, the living room, the dining room, and the backyard
where he hosted parties. A beautiful gazebo stood in one corner, and I thought
about how much I'd like to have a gazebo like that in my backyard someday.

An open door revealed some stairs
leading downward. "What's down there?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Nothing really.
Just where I hang out when it's just me and close friends."

I waited. "Well, can I see
it?"

He looked at me quizzically.
"You want to see my Man Cave?"

I laughed. "Of course I want
to see your Man Cave."

I walked down the wooden stairs.
The light from the basement stairwell only reached slightly into the room, so I
had to squint in order to see. Owen switched a switch and the room lit up.

A tattered, comfortable looking,
leather couch sat in front of a big screen TV. One of every video game system
made since the Super Nintendo was hooked up, with controllers and games neatly
filed in drawers on either side of the entertainment center. An old pinball
machine whirred to life in the corner. Neon signs flickered on over a wooden
bar with every kind of liquor I could think of.

"What do you think?" he
asked.

"It's... a Man Cave,
alright," I said.

He walked behind the bar,
immediately picking up a washcloth and a glass. "What can I get you, young
lady?" he inquired.

"Were you a bartender in a
past life?" I quipped, taking a seat on one of the stools. "I'll take
a Malibu on the rocks."

"A good vacation choice,"
he said. "I play bartender every chance I get. Someday, when I retire, I'm
going to open up a bar."

"Bars are too much
trouble," I said. "You have to get a liquor license, jump through all
sorts of hoops, and then you have to make the place chic."

"Too true. Would you like a
splash of pineapple juice?" he asked, pouring a drink for himself as well.

"That sounds delicious."
He set the drink down in front of me and I took a sip. "When I retire, I
want to open a bed and breakfast. Just a few rooms, I'll cook up eggs and
pancakes every morning, my husband can gossip with the guests..."

"So this is a group thing,
huh? You're going to drag your future husband into this scheme of yours as
well?" he asked, a teasing tone to his voice.

I shrugged and took another drink.
"It's my fantasy, so yes, he's into the scheme."

"What other fantasies do you
have?" he wondered, leaning in.

Danger! Danger, Kaylee!
I
thought. The comment was clearly sexual in nature, and if I spent all day
talking about my fantasies, he'd have me right where he wanted me...

I tossed the rest of the drink
back. "Pour me another, barkeep, and don't skimp on the pineapple
juice," I said. Another drink was poured for me, quick as could be. I
reached into my pocket and opened up my wallet, fishing out a dollar bill. I
slid it across the table toward him. "Don't spend it all in one
place."

He grabbed the pocket of his shirt
and opened it toward me, leaning in. I picked the dollar back up and tucked it
in the open space. As I stuffed the bill in, I felt his muscular chest again,
but I didn't pull my hand away.

"What kind of fantasies can a
man like you have, anyway? What can a billion of these not buy?" I asked,
moving the dollar bill against his chest more.

His eyes flickered, a flash of
sadness behind them for just a moment. "I'm still a human being, you know.
One with wants and needs. Do you really want to know what I want the
most?"

I leaned in closer. "Tell
me."

He pulled away.
Was it something
I said?
I thought. I didn't know what I had done to offend him, to make him
pull back, but then he walked around the bar, and sat down at the stool next to
me. His voice got even lower as he leaned in conspiratorially.

"Jack and I were supposed to
hang out last year at his vacation. Even though he brought his secretary, it
was supposed to be kind of a bachelor party that we'd never have, because we
both knew that we'd never find someone who could look past all this," he
said as he waved his hand in the air, as if this Man Cave were the measure of
his wealth.

"But, after I didn't see him
the entire trip, we shared a flight back to New York. He had met someone, and
he wouldn't shut up about her." His voice got lower, as if he were
ashamed. "How witty she was. How fantastic in bed she was. When I found
out that she hadn't even known about his money, you can't even imagine how
jealous I was. When I met Emma, I was immediately attracted to her." The
tone of his voice betrayed the fact that it was more than just an attraction.

It was a startling confession. The
suave billionaire must have known that the way to a woman's heart was not to
basically confess their unrequited love for their younger sister, but he had
done just that.

"But Jack had never been
happier, so I kept my distance. Oh, we spoke, and of course I flirted with her,
but it was painful. She has no idea of course." He looked at me, and his
eyes conveyed an unspoken
And I'd like to keep it that way.

I nodded, unwilling to interrupt
him. "But, I found out that Emma had a big sister. One who was somehow
even more beautiful and just as witty. One who was having just as much problem
finding happiness as her little sister had. One who I was finally going to meet
at a wedding."

He sighed, taking the dollar bill
out of his shirt pocket and throwing it on the floor, looking at it with
disgust. "If I could have one thing, one fantasy, it would be a time
machine, so I could go back in time before you had me pegged as an asshole
billionaire. I'd let you fall for me like I've already fallen for you."

I'm his fantasy
, I realized.
I was speechless, but there was no need to let words do the talking. In the
back of my mind, the cautious voice in my head was telling me that he might be
making all this up just to get in my panties, but that voice was quickly
drowned out. I looked into his blue windows of the soul, and knew that he was
being completely genuine.

I leaned in and pressed my lips against
his. As my tongue darted into his mouth, I could taste the coconut liquor on
his lips, and I drank him in. He returned the kiss eagerly, wrapping his hands
around my back and bringing me in closer. I pulled him into me, his skin smooth
on my fingers. We broke from the kiss and I marveled at his huge pecs and abs,
eying him hungrily. I knew he was looking at me the same way, and it turned me
on.

My hands found their way to his
chest, my nails running up and down his body immediately. He shuddered, obviously
in shock that his fantasy was about to come true. My t-shirt was next, and with
one deft motion, he untied the back of my bikini top as well. He didn't remove
it, but rather allowed it to hang loosely for a moment. I smiled at him,
putting my hands over my small breasts for a moment before peeling off the
bikini top.

It was at that moment that his lust
hit a breaking point. He stood up from the bar stool, lifting me up like I was
weightless. I wrapped my legs around him and he held me up. My hair fell into
his face, getting in the way of our kisses as our bodies pressed together. I
began to grind against him, pushing my body into his even more, as he walked
over to the couch. He set me down gently, then kissed the length of my neck,
drinking in my body. He kissed each of my breasts for just a few moments, my
nipples hardening as soon as they felt his tongue against them. Then he
continued moving down.

I felt a momentary pang of panic as
he unbuttoned my jean shorts, but it passed as soon as I looked into his eyes.
I saw nothing but honest love emanating from him, and I wanted him to continue.
I needed him.

He worked the jean shorts down my
long legs before untying my bikini bottoms. Those, too, were off my legs in a
heartbeat. He began to kiss up my legs, past my knees, working toward my
thighs...

I knew where he was going, and I
knew my own body better than he did. After all the walking, the parasailing,
and the alcohol, I wasn't at my freshest. I grabbed him by the hair, but he
kept moving up. "Owen, you don't have to... to..." I stopped as his
tongue met my labia, unable to speak any longer.

The guys I had been with never
bothered to give me head, but I could honestly say that that first time Owen
performed cunnilingus on me, he changed my world. He devoured me, giving
everything that he had to my pleasure. His tongue moved up and down in ways
that I hadn't thought possible. As he grabbed my legs and positioned himself to
better hit my pleasure center, I knew that I wouldn't be able to last long.

As I had when we were on the back
of the boat, getting ready to parasail, I felt myself begin to lose control. I
could feel myself floating, being dragged up and off by nature itself. Only
this time, I felt more prepared. I didn't panic, I let it happen. I let myself
be lifted into the sky by the pleasure that coursed through my body, and as I
felt myself climbing, I could feel my muscles become more and more tense.

"Oh, Owen," I moaned as I
reached into the heavens. My hands went from Owen's hair to the arm of the
couch behind me as I braced myself for my orgasm. I felt his tongue lift me
higher and higher, until I felt like I was above the clouds. My muscles began
to jerk as I found myself in heaven, the pleasure so intense that I squeezed my
legs around Owen's head as the most intense orgasm of my life rocked my body.

As the pleasure subsided a little,
I felt myself dip back below the clouds. I relaxed my grip on Owen's head,
expecting him to stop, but he just kept going at the same pace and intensity. I
felt the wind beneath my sails again as I rose even higher into the clouds. I
felt my body begin to sweat as my eyes rolled back into my head and I orgasmed
again.

As this second orgasm subsided, I
grabbed Owen by the hair and pulled hard. He immediately came up to my mouth
and kissed me, as he worked his swimming trunks off. I could feel his erection 
press up against me and I wanted it more than anything.

"Please, Owen. Please, make
love to me," I begged, rocking my body up against his. He moved his lips
to my ear, kissing me lightly.

I continued to try to take him
inside of me. "Wait," he said, but I couldn't help myself. I needed
him, worse than I had needed any man in my life. "Wait!" he insisted,
but I didn't listen. I heard him groan into my ear, and he obviously wanted
this as much as I did. With what must have been Herculean strength, he managed
to break from me. I watched his toned ass as he moved to his entertainment
center and opened the drawer labeled "Sega Genesis". He reached his
hand in and pulled out a condom.

As he turned, I finally got a look
at his manhood. It was long and thick, and incredibly sexy. He tore open the
wrapper of the condom and rolled it onto his cock. I was on birth control, but
I appreciated the gesture and I wasn't about to stop him. He quickly returned,
finding the exact position he had left.

"Now I'm ready," he said,
and immediately began to push into me. I was so wet, but I could still feel him
expanding me, stretching me. I dug my nails into his back and bit his shoulder
as he filled me completely. I heard him moan with pleasure as I enveloped him.
He whispered into my ear, "I've wanted this for so long."

He pushed himself up with his huge
biceps, making the muscles flex and gleam in the light. I raked my fingernails
from where they had dug into his back down his sides, and he began to thrust
inside me in earnest. His body, already with a light sheen of moisture on it,
began to sweat as he pumped in and out of me. I moved my hands to my breasts as
they swayed underneath him, as he growled with appreciation.

No man I had ever been with had the
rhythm and strength of Owen Parker. With every mighty thrust within me, I felt
like he was going deeper and deeper. I looked at his backside as his hips
undulated like a snake and his ass moved back and forth. "Oh, that is so
hot," I moaned.

A drop of sweat fell from his
forehead right before he pulled out of me, turning me on my side. He got behind
me on the couch, putting one arm beneath my neck and the other over my body,
grabbing one breast in each hand. I lifted one leg and allowed him to enter my
nether regions before wrapping his legs up in mine.

We writhed together as if we were
one person. I felt his smooth, hairless chest against my back as he pushed into
me with increased intensity. I could feel him squeezing me in tighter, his arms
pulling me into him, trying to absorb me. I wanted him to absorb me. With him
inside me, I felt whole.

I felt his thrusts get more and
more frantic. I knew that he was about to have his own orgasm, and I wanted to
be right there with him. My hand moved south, and I began to vigorously rub
myself. With him filling me and my own direct stimulation, I felt myself rising
toward orgasm even quicker than before.

As my body began to tense up, I
felt his breath in my ear. It was coming in ragged bursts now, as he was
clearly getting close. "Yes," I moaned. I felt myself rising on the
parasail again, only this time I wasn't alone. This time, I had someone in the
seat next to me, rising himself, becoming closer to me.