ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: At His Request (Bad Boy Alpha Billionaire Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Alpha Male Romance) (50 page)

Chapter 7

Eva

I couldn’t believe what he said, but I heard the pops as we were leaving. It was clear that he had meant what he had said and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I got on the back of his bike, there was nothing else to do and he took me back to the bar we had been at before. I didn’t know if I needed to lie down or if I needed a drink.

“What are we doing here Caspien? I don’t think I really feel like going out right now.”

“I thought you were okay.”

“I am, but those people. Don’t you feel anything?”

“Of course, but I lost one of my own today. Everyone lost today.”

“But you didn’t have to kill them Cass.”

I was still on the bike, not sure if I wanted to go there with him or run. He was back to the mad man that I had seen the first time. His eyes were cold and even as he looked at me, they only slightly lightened up. “No, I didn’t. But I need to keep you, my family, everyone safe and with those guys running around the city shooting my people, no one was safe until they were all gone.”

“What do you mean by all?”

I put my hand up to stop him from telling me. If I knew nothing else, I knew that I really didn’t want to know. “Never mind.”

“I did it for you. They shouldn’t have touched you.”

I nodded, but still didn’t know what to say. I guess I should have been happy that he saved me and I was. Caspien had no doubt saved my life and for that I would always be grateful, but there was more to it than that. I had never been around such violence and it scared me. Caspien was danger embodied and though I felt safe, he still made me a little fearful. Why had he done so much to keep me safe?

“Boris told me that you must not have got in my pants yet or you would have disappeared.”

He shook his head and smiled. “Yeah, that is the way it has always been.”

“So why is it different now?”

“I told you why. Because you are my soulmate and it has taken me this long to find you. I don’t want to lose you now that I have found you.”

He moved towards me as I got off the bike. It was easier to change back to the walking after that ride, but I was still trying to figure it all out in my mind. What had happened, what had been done in my name, all of it was too much and I decided that I did need a drink after all.

“Why don’t we go in and if you need to lay down, I have a bedroom above the bar.”

Of course he did, I thought to myself. He would be the kind of man that had a bar and rooms over it. After a few drinks, I was thankful for that room and the nice big bed that was up there. He didn’t stay with me long and I wasn’t sure if it was because he had things to do or he was trying to give me space, either way, I had learned not to ask such questions because I doubted I would like the answer that I was given.

It didn’t take long for me to go to sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened and the sound of the gunshot that had ended the life of someone I had talked to only moments before. Even after several drinks, it was hard to make it make sense in my head. When I finally fell asleep, I was alone in the dark room, listening to the people down below and I wished that Caspien was there. I didn’t wish that it had never happened or that I would be anywhere but there, I just wished that I could see Cass and feel his arms around me. I needed to be comforted and told that everything was going to be okay and he was the only one that I believed when he said it.

Several hours later he slid into bed and though my mind was unaware, my body was not. As soon as his body was next to me, I turned towards him and laid my head on his chest. Caspien pulled me in against him and I was quickly back asleep.

When I woke up later, Caspien was still asleep next to me and there was just enough light to show his face. I leaned back to look at him and he looked different then. It was so much different when he was looking at me with love and lust, vastly different than when he was ordering the deaths of other men. I didn’t want to think about it, but it kept coming back to my mind. Caspien had told me once that he wasn’t a boy, but a man. That I couldn’t deny. He certainly wasn’t a boy. He was a man, a dangerous man, even if he did have justification.

My fingers itched to touch his slick head and I finally did ever so gently. It was strange under my fingers. His skin was so smooth it almost felt like it was wet. When he moved, I pulled my hand away like I was burnt and looked down at him.

His eyes were still closed and as I moved away, I felt his arm snake around my waist. “Where are you going?”

“Nowhere.”

“Good answer.”

He pulled me to him and I braced myself on his chest. Looking up at him, his lips moved down to mine. I was lost in the touch, forgetting for the moment what the day before had brought. It seemed strange that so much had happened in such a short amount of time, but as he pressed me against him, it felt like I had known him forever and his lips knew me as well. There was no denying the same need I had felt the last time he had touched me.

When he pulled away, my eyes were still closed and I waited for more. As he pulled me to straddle his form, I gasped slightly as I felt his need underneath me twitch as I settled on top of him. It was much different than riding with him had affected me. In this way, my hot core was pressed in against and his hips rose to make the pressure even harder to handle. I was ready, needy and his touch drove me crazy. My eyes held his as I moved my hips around slowly, my hands gripping his shoulders. He tried to pull me down to his lips, but I resisted. “We shouldn’t do this Caspien. We hardly know each other.”

He yanked me down hard and I fell against his chest. It wasn’t what he wanted to hear and as his lips moved to my neck, I knew that his idea was to make me forget the word no. It was happening, very quickly, I was ready to forget everything if he would just continue to touch me as he was. The hips below me rising and grinding against me were rhythmic and soon I was pressing back down. I was so close, the constant rubbing on my swollen clit all I needed to start tensing up in preparation. My breath hitched in my throat and Caspien most have known.

As soon as I thought I would lose it, he stopped and left me whining. “Please don’t stop.”

Caspien did stop though, my core throbbing with unsatisfied need that was so close to the surface. I needed him to just touch me once or twice more. “Please Caspien.”

He pulled me off of him and rolled over onto me. I looked up into his blue stormy eyes and sighed as I felt his thickness pressed against me. He was still too dressed, I was still dressed and I whimpered when there was still clothing in our way. My hands moved down to his pants, trying to unbutton them while his hips moved slowly against me. After a moment, I forgot that I was trying to do something and became far more worried about the next descent of his hips and length against me. The man was driving me crazy, he had to know that.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes, please.”

He kind of chuckled, obviously liking the answer and I was left panting underneath him as he sat back and started to pull my pants off. His hands were quick, jerking the garment off and then pressing me back down to the bed. Caspien’s hands went between our bodies and then I felt something hot and hard against me. Only my panties stood in the way of him, but he pressed in anyways like they weren’t there. When they didn’t succumb to his demanding pressure, he pulled back and then pushed my undies to the side.

When Caspien came back down over me, it was pointing and pressing before his lips met mine to cover the cry as he slammed the rest of the way in. My fingers gripped his shoulders and I closed my eyes to the pleasure. His tongue moved in my mouth as his manhood moved inside of my quim, agonizingly slow. It was the delicate touch I had heard so much about, but now I wanted that hard finish I remembered him telling me that I needed. He was right, I wanted him to take me hard and fast the way I needed it.

I tried to hint it with my hips, taking my body out of rhythm to make him go faster. When that didn’t work I asked for it and before I could breathe out, he was giving me exactly what I begged for. Everything exploded and I cried out loudly, his name on my lips as he pounded into me over and over again. My hands pushed back, but that just made him sit back and dragged me to him. He was able to move more freely, filling me full while his hand played at my engorged nub. Pressing hard, I came again. The fluid only made him go faster until I felt him explode inside of me.

“Wow.”

He was beside me when I opened my eyes and his were closed. Looking down his bare body, I finally saw all of the tattoos covering him. Each one had a reason, but a few stuck out to me. There was one over his chest where I laid my head that said ‘widow maker’. I didn’t ask what it meant, I just didn’t care. Whoever he was when he was out there didn’t matter. The way he touched me and talked to me, kept me safe, that was all that I was worried about.

“Is that all I get is a wow?”

“What do you want?”

“How about that you weren’t meant from me.”

I liked the sound of it and as I leaned in to kiss him, he pulled me on top of him. “I am starting to think that it is the other way around.”

He liked that answer and he moved me only slightly to slip back inside. Every inch was full and he felt perfect down deep, like he was meant to be there the whole time. Maybe it was that simple. It was just fate.

Knocked

A Motorcycle Club Romance

By: Tia Parker

Chapter 1

Tony

“Sir?”

I turned around and looked at Fungi. He didn’t have a real name or not one that I had ever heard of, but he was useful. The man could stay in one position, waiting and listening for hours. He was not birthed, but spawned from spores and that day, he looked every bit of his name. His dark brown hair was straggly and his face was spongy, eyes dead to the world.

“What is it?”

“Ronnie just got picked up off of Lancaster.”

I looked back down at the bags in my hands. Ronnie was a new runner, just out of high school with no hope of a job. I thought that he would do good with deliveries. He hadn’t even been with me a week and it was the second time he was giving me trouble.

The first time he was robbed and lost an ounce of snow. Now he was picked up and would cost me at least a couple thousand to bail out. I wouldn’t leave him in there, though he probably deserved it for being over on that side of town as it is. He really should have known better.

“With what?”

“Ten bags. He just called me and told me that were about to arraign him. Do you want me to go down there and get him out?”

I set down the scales and sat back. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with him. I should make him sit in there, test his loyalty, but I was on my way to that side of town anyways. “No, don’t worry about it. Let him sit for a while and I will go get him in a bit.”

Fungi waited, wanting something for his information and since it was worth it to always have an extra set of eyes on the street, I threw him a small dime bag. He smiled at me, showing off several teeth that were starting to rot. While he may look like he was falling apart, he was one of the better men that worked for me. In this line of work, it wasn’t what a person looked like or said, but loyalty and Fungi had never been short on that part of it.

I went back to weighing out the last few bags for Darren. He was supposed to already be here to pick up his product, but like always, he was late. It seemed as though the world was trying my patience and they were running out the longer I waited. When he finally did arrive, I threw him the duffel bag after he gave me the cut from the last batch. It felt short and when I asked about it, he started to looked down and stutter. He never could look me in my eyes when he was lying.

“Sorry boss. I couldn’t get what you wanted for them. No one would pay it.”

“If they can’t pay you keep it and bring it back. I would rather have my product back so that someone else can move it. No one else is having trouble getting twenty a gram for it.”

He wasn’t having troubles, not like he said anyways. The problem was that he liked the powder too much and instead of selling it, more than usual was going up his nose. He was going to become a problem and though I was starting to lose trust in him, I figured that with enough rope, he would figure it out or hang himself.

“That’s the price. Stop snorting it until you have sold enough to. Last chance Darren.”

The man’s darting blue eyes stopped for a minute on Tony’s face, a look of relief. “Thank you, boss.”

“Last chance Darren.”

He nodded and left out of the door. He was muscular and effective at scaring people and doing money runs. Maybe I would have to change him to an enforcer, because his brain capacity wasn’t enough for dealing it seemed. Not that his jobs were hard, but when it came to a product that he liked too much, it wasn’t working out so well. If his uncle hadn’t been with the Satan’s Angels for years, I would have let him go already. But I was trying to make it work for his family’s sake.

There wasn’t a lot of work in Chicago. The streets were filled with poverty and misery. I was just trying to make a buffer from it. Sure my product caused some misery, but I saw it as a mask of another problem. Most of my clients were in the business side of town, the financial houses could easily carry the whole business. They were the type of men that liked to work twenty hours a day and needed something more than their own energy to keep going at that rate.

I didn’t see the point of the rat race. I made more than enough selling, helping the community make money in a place where unemployment was one out of ten. I was doing the public a service in some ways, but not everyone felt that way. With one of my runners was picked up, it would be known that he was mine. He worked for me and every man with a badge in the city wanted to take me down for it. But they never could. I changed these people’s lives and they paid me back with loyalty.

But men like Darren and Ronnie weren’t very smart. Fungi was the type of man that most people would cross the street to avoid passing, but to me, he was a loyal soldier. If the women were as scary as the men that worked for me, I may have changed my ways, but for now, running the city’s largest motorcycle gang was enough. Half of the city got supplied by me and I was proud that I had expanded the business my father’s and uncles started years before. There were downsides to it though and going down to the police station to get another one of my employees out was one of those things.

I had two other runners come in and do their daily dump. Darren wasn’t the only one short. It was becoming something of routine and I knew that I was going to have to remind everyone what happened if you left my employ or my protection. An example was going to have to be made soon.

I got dressed like I was going to a business meeting. My gang hadn’t worn the jackets that were customary in years. It was a new world and there was not a lot of room left in it for leather in the city. There was still room for bikes though. Taking the ride through the Chicago was easier when I could just shoot through traffic jams and the rows of angry drivers that resulted. I saw the 12
th
precinct ahead of me and I slowed down to park in the front. I didn’t lock it, but left it as it was. I wouldn’t be long and everyone knew to leave our bikes alone.