ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: At His Request (Bad Boy Alpha Billionaire Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Alpha Male Romance) (7 page)

Chapter 8

George sent me into his closet after he washed the bit of blood off of my face. Steve had split my eyebrow when he hit me and I could already tell it was going to swell. It hurt too bad not to. I had never been hit by a man before and it was not what I had expected. He was so much stronger than I would have given him credit for, but it seemed like I had been wrong about so many things. I had been horribly wrong about my boss, the great Senator that I now hoped never made it to the presidency. Our country could do better and there was no way to separate the man, from the deeds.

“Thanks George. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come in.”

“By the looks of it, you would have stopped the Senator from having any more children.”

He was trying to make me laugh, to lighten the mood and while I appreciated it, it was hard to laugh when my face hurt. Grinning and then grimacing, I saw a moment of fury in his eyes.

“Let’s find you something to wear, shall we?”

“Please, nothing too revealing.”

George had a solemn look on his face and I wondered what he was thinking. Opening the closet, he gave me one of his shirts and a pair of shorts. I looked at him kind of strange, my eyes questioning his choices.

“Take a shower and you will start to feel better. I will send someone out to find you something appropriate to wear. I don’t want you to have to go down there and worry about him. He’s been asked to leave. Just take a hot shower and I will bring you up something when you are done.”

I wanted to ask him to stay, but I couldn’t get the words out. Instead I pulled him back to me and kissed him softly on his lips. “Thank you.”

***

The shower felt amazing and I was almost feeling better about everything until I got in front of the mirror and seen my face. It was swelled to twice the size and my head was killing me. Walking out of the bathroom in the clothes he had given me, I walked right into what must have been his bedroom. I called his name, but he didn’t show up. Looking around, I saw a couple of pictures of a smiling boy that looked a lot like George. After a time, I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes. The pounding in my head stopped as I drifted off to sleep, trying more than anything to forget about what had happened. There were so many loose ends to tie up, but in the end, I just needed some sleep.

I didn’t wake up till the next morning, the light streaming in the windows. I looked over and saw George sleeping on top of the covers. It gave me a few minutes to look at him with him unaware. His face was calm and more handsome than I remembered. I tried to move quietly out of the bed, pushing the covers away that he had covered me with.

“Good morning Maggie.”

I looked back a little shyly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. I was just going to get a taxi or something. I can’t thank you enough for last night.”

He sat up still in his clothes from the night before, like he had been protecting me. I wanted to ask about what happened to the Senator, but I knew that it didn’t matter. I was fired and that was that.

“Well at least have some breakfast and pick something out to wear.” He gestured towards several bags that were on the floor. He really had sent someone out to help me get something to wear. It was too much, he was too much and I didn’t know how to thank him. There were no words to fully encapsulate what I felt for him.

Moving towards the bags, I found a pair of jeans and a shirt to wear. It wasn’t really my style, but it fit better than his clothes that swamped around me. They smelled like him though and I didn’t want to take them off. I wanted to keep them as a reminder, sure that I wouldn’t see him again, but instead I folded them up on the sink in the bathroom before I went back out. He was already up and had breakfast waiting. We talked for a while before he called me a car to take me to the airport. I kissed him once, quickly before I left and I knew that whatever happened next, I would always remember him.

***

I got back home and Ana was surprised to see me. I gave her a rundown of what had happened and though she looked shocked, I knew that she had seen it coming. I had seen it coming too, if I hadn’t been so full of myself. It never was my writing that got me the job, just the pretty face. I figured my career in politics was over and maybe that was just as well. It seemed that I wasn’t cut out for what was involved with it.

Through the next week I couldn’t stop thinking about George. I no longer had anything to remember him by except the memory of his lips on mine. As I started looking for work in my field, it became clear that I had been black-balled from every other candidate. It looked like I was going to be back to writing speeches for small town mayors, but at least I still had my dignity.

Getting back home after another day of being turned away like a leper, I called out to Ana who should have been home. The door was unlocked and it made me wonder where she was. She was always good about locking up after she left. “Ana? Are you here?”

“She will be back in a little while. I hope you don’t mind, she let me in and told me to wait.”

Stopping just inside, I couldn’t believe who it was. “George? What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to talk.”

I looked down at my suit and smoothed it down nervously. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Us.”

I was confused. “Us?”

“Sounds good doesn’t it?”

It did, but I wasn’t going to admit that. “I don’t understand George.”

He sighed and moved towards me. “I can’t get you out of my mind Maggie. There should be an us. I have spent all this time running around with women and never once did I wake up next to one still clothed. Hell, I don’t remember wanting to wake up next to any of them.”

I remember being with him for those short moments and I had felt something to. I had felt something the first time I saw him and everything since then just made me love him even more. I paused with the thought and though it hadn’t been said out loud, it affected me the same way. There was no denying how I felt about him any longer.

“So, I thought that there should be an us.”

“What makes you think that I want you in the same way George?”

“A man just knows.”

As he got closer to me, my heart started to slam in my chest. Here I was worried about a job and a career, when all the time, the only thing that moved me to silence was him. He stopped right in front of me, so close he would touch me if he only leaned in. I looked up at him, waiting for him to kiss me, dying for it.

“Are you feeling better?”

His hand went to my face, turning it to see the last of the black eye that I had. I nodded that I was fine, finding it hard to meet his gaze. “Can I kiss you?”

I’d never been asked before and I didn’t answer, just moved up to my tiptoes to reach his face. Our lips touched softly and I moaned as my arms went around his neck. He tasted too good to deny and I was lost in his touch. It was only when I hear the door opening behind me that I remembered what I was doing.

I pulled George to my room and I forgot about how small it was compared to his own. Shutting the door behind me, I moved back for more, pulling him down into the bed with me. It was all I had thought about for weeks and even after I thought I would never see him again. It was still all that I thought about.

He took over, pushing me into the mattress with his hard body. My legs opened to let him in between my legs and I groaned with the feel of him against me. George pulled back slightly panting, waiting for me to look at him. When he stopped touching me I did. “Is there an us?”

I wanted to say yes, but I couldn’t even think, let alone talk. Instead I sat up and pulled my shirt off over my head, my hands going to my pants. “You talk too much George. Did anyone ever tell you that?”

His dark eyes swept over my body and he stopped me when my arms went back to unhook my bra. He pulled them down and moved to kiss me again. I could tell he wanted to prolong it, while all I could think about was the feel of him on top of me, pressing against me in such a way that I craved more than anything for him to be inside of me.

I pulled him down to me, my hips trying to push him to the same frenzy that I felt. Our lips mashed together, tongues moving against each other, but I wanted more, needed more than just his touch. I lifted up to grind against him, my thighs opened wide and only a small pair of panties was left to cover my core. He left my lips and moved down to my neck, licking and sucking his way to my breasts. Pulling down the bra with a jerk, my tits jiggled enticingly in front of him. I cried out with the feel of his lips wrapping around the tip. I felt frenzied and I just needed him. “Please George. I’ve waited weeks for you. I need you now.”

The grinding on him finally seemed to work and he pulled back to undo his own need. Pulling my panties to the side, I felt the hard cockhead pressing against me. I was so wet that he slid an inch in just from the slight pressure and I whimpered out as my eyes closed. Jerking harder on my pink panties, I heard them rip and then more pressure on my wet heat.

When he just stayed poised on top of me, I looked up, my eyes questioning him. “Please tell me there is an us Maggie. Not just once, but always.”

My hips lifted up and I slid him an inch more inside, squeezing him tightly. He made a strangled cry, but still wouldn’t give me what I needed. Growing frustrated, I pushed him away. As he got off of me, I moved to make him go to his back. I needed to feel him inside of me that instant and I didn’t need all those questions. We had talked enough as far as I was concerned.

Climbing onto his lap, he held me close as our lips met. I opened my thighs to straddle him and when I felt his hard rod below me, I sank down onto him, gasping with the sudden fullness. Looking down at our bodies joined, I ground harder, making sure every last inch was inside of me before I encircled his neck and started moving on top of him. My eyes closed with the pleasure and I moaned into his mouth as I slowly rode him. His muscles were taut under my fingers and I could feel him tensing with each slam down.

It had been too long and never had I felt that way. Before long, I was gasping as I pushed myself to an orgasm. My nails dug into his shoulders and I moaned his name into his ears, over and over again as wave after wave of pleasure took over. “Yes George. Oh God, yes!”

I shook above him and I was left unable to move. All energy was gone and with my release came an overwhelming powerless feeling. I kissed the side of his face and started to move off of him. “Are you done now?”

I nodded my head and then squealed as he slammed me down into the mattress. The movement took my breath away, but no worse than when he pushed back into my wetness. I heard him growl and then all I could feel was his thick meat pushing back in. My tightness clenched him as he pushed deeper, sidling up to my womb with his massive cock. He felt so fucking good. I was ready to explode.

When I did and begged him for a minute, he ignored me, slamming in over and over again. I was melting underneath him, my muscles sore from tightening up so hard. “George, please!”

I was coming again and the words were lost with his kiss. He rutted into me several more times before he too groaned loud and I felt the first shot of his steamy cum. It burned my insides and pushed me over an edge that I had teetered at for what felt like days. It had been minutes, but it was all I had needed. He was all I had needed. Clinging to his neck, I pulled him down for another kiss as he jerked inside of me. I didn’t want to let him go, but he finally pulled out and lay down next to me. He was out of breath and it made me feel a little bit better. At least I was not the only one that had seen stars.

“There is definitely an us George. Definitely”

THE END

A Motorcycle Club Romance

By: Tia Parker

Chapter 1

“In local news, the Hell Sons Motorcycle Gang was at it again, protesting the new Sheriff with thousands of bikers coming in from all over Texas. The streets were filled, clogged and they have once again, shut down Waterton township. When reporter Civ Louise moved in to ask some questions, leader Andre said they want him gone.

Police are on standby and tensions are rising. The city leaders say that even a day shutdown could cost the town thousands of dollars in lost revenue and will not be able to see how much the city will suffer financially, until the protest ends.

Until then, the small town of Waterton is getting ready for another day of protests, as the residents wait for a conclusion to this rapidly changing saga. The gang’s leader has said there will be no violence unless they are forced. They do not plan to leave until the newly elected Sheriff Thompson steps down. There is speculation to why the city is in uproar over the election, but we are hoping to find out what has sparked this as we go into day 3 of the town’s occupation.”

“Why did you talk about yourself as 3
rd
person?”

“Because they usually cut the last bit of the byte, so now they can’t cut my name out.”

Namadi shook her head and turned the television off. It was the third update she had watched and as she waited it all out in the small hotel with her mother, Namadi was getting restless.

“So what do you think dear?”

She looked at her mother. “It’s good, but a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

“A gang of burly men on bikes has taken over a small town in America. This is an occupation!”

Her daughter laughed. “You are loving this. There are names for people like you.”

Civ tried to look upset, but she couldn’t, the large smile cracking her tanned face. “Do you know what this will do to my career?”

“So you want this to last?”

“Of course! I have been waiting for my break and this is it. I have had more face time since this all started. No one else can get in now, so we are the only ones that are onsite. I can’t believe it is all because you wanted to stop and see that stupid hill.”

“It is an ancient mound made thousands of years ago.”

Civ just waved her off. She had only gone because her daughter wanted to go so bad. Ever since she had graduated, Namadi was spending time with her mother, but there were vast differences that had made their short road trip even more daunting. Now Civ was thinking that their little excursion was the best thing that she could have done for her career.

Civ had been with News channel 6 for ten years and she was still covering small town puff pieces. But now she was getting the biggest story in the area and it was hers exclusively. From the small hotel room that they were staying in, she got to see her small few minute blurbs getting picked up from all of the other station. All the other reporters and news anchors could do is wonder about it and give their take on it. Civ was the only one actually there though.

“Yeah whatever the hills are. I am so glad that you wanted to see them. Without your boring hobby Namadi, I would have never had this chance.”

Namadi wasn’t going to argue with her. She was happy for her and it would be easier to say congratulations to Civ, isn’t she wasn’t so cocky about it all. People’s lives were being affected and all she seemed to care about was herself. Her mother had always had a tendency to be a bit self-involved, but even she was going over the line.

“I am happy for you mom, really I am. I just think that you could have a little less glee over a town being taken over by bikers is all. And if you can’t feel it, you can at least not show how happy you are.”

She didn’t hear her daughter, her mind already on what she was going to tape next. Civ was trying to get the leader Andre to give her more information, namely why he was doing it. There had been a flare up when the Sheriff had ran to begin with, but nothing like that. What was it that was so bad about the man that so many were willing to give up their time to protest him? It didn’t make sense and Civ was determined to get to the bottom of it all.

“So tomorrow we will try to get in and talk to the leader of the gang. I think you should stay here though. It could be dangerous.”

Namadi would have been more than happy to stay where she was, but her mom wasn’t thinking it all th
e
way through. “Who is going to record you then mom?”

She paused and then pushed her dark hair back from her face. “That’s right. Well we will just have to be careful.”

Her daughter sighed again, letting her know that she was already over the whole situation. A minute ago it was too dangerous and just like that, she was signed up to go with her to kick the hornet’s nest. Unlike her mom, she could care less why the people were doing what they were doing. Namadi just wanted to get back home and away from the small town that was causing her so much grief.

***

The next morning, Namadi woke up and her mother was already up watching the videos of herself on CNN. She was practically vibrating with excitement and Namadi had to admit, that she was a little proud of her. Civ looked good. The videos that she had recorded actually looked professional. Too bad she had no desire to work that kind of job, she thought to herself.

“Look Namadi! They put your name in the credits for the video!”

She closed her eyes to the loud voice, not wanting to be seen awake, but she had caught her and the day was going to begin one way or another.

“That’s awesome mom.” Too bad she was more interested in history though.

“You never know Namadi, you might get another career out of all of this. It could be good for both of us.”

Namadi wanted to believe her, but all she wanted to do was get back to Houston and her friends. It wasn’t a trip that she had really wanted to come on in the first place and now that they were trapped there, it seemed far too long to be stuck with her. Namadi was starting to wish that she had gone with her friends to Myrtle Beach. She would be soaking in the sun, drinking something that had an umbrella in it, instead of being stuck in some crummy motel.

She pushed the cover off of her and slowly got up, squinting her eyes to the sun coming through the blinds. “Do we really have to go there? Why don’t we just let them figure it out?”

Civ just looked at her as if she had lost her mind. “It is my duty to get the news out. It is the public’s right to know the truth of what is going on here.”

“So it doesn’t have anything to do with getting your face out there, huh?”

She shrugged. “You have to take opportunity as it comes Namadi. If I have taught you nothing else, listen to this. Always go for it.”

The young woman got up and headed towards the bathroom. She was sure that it was going to be a bad day. Namadi had a bad feeling, but she had since she got to Waterton, it had been a dull ache in the bottom of her gut.