The Billionaire's Affair: Billionaire Brothers (Tycoon Billionaires Book 2) (15 page)

Sarah had never been backstage at a concert before, and it was slightly disappointing compared with the euphoria of the auditorium. It was cramped and sweaty, and the décor back here was even more run-down than out front. There were drunk young women stumbling around and taking selfies, and a few men in suits, who were chatting animatedly and making it feel more like the stock exchange than a rock gig. 

Sarah squeezed past a group of giggling hyperactive fans and made her way over to Joseph. She could see he was feeling emotionally and physically exhausted after putting his heart and soul into that performance. His hair was a mess and he had black eyeliner smudged around his eyes, but he looked modest with a child-like expression on his face, which was such a contrast to the confident and powerful performer Sarah had just witnessed.

She glanced back and realised that Dylan, Adam, and Amy had stopped to talk to one of his bandmates, so she drifted over to talk to the superstar. He was deep in conversation with his stern-looking manager, but he broke off as he noticed her.

“Sarah, hey! How did you enjoy the show? I won’t hug you because I’m
really
sweaty!”

He took her hands in his and kissed her on the cheek. Sarah adored Dylan – he was the love of her life – but she secretly coveted the attention of this lovely young man – especially right in front of his diehard dedicated fans. She gazed into his eyes, refusing to allow her gaze to drop to his toned chest, abs… or lower.

“Happy birthday, Joe! And well done for that amazing show. You guys are incredible!”

His eyes were full of post-gig excitement. “Thanks! It’s what I love doing more than anything else in the world. Well, not… you know...
anything
!”

“I know. Typical Quinlan man, huh?”

Joseph grinned. “Our aim is to please.”

Sarah laughed and gestured to a cluster of young women. “Well, there’s a line waiting, so do your best.”

He raised a playful eyebrow. “I certainly will!”

Sarah opened her mouth to continue the conversation, but she was shoved out of the way as a group of young people rushed past singing the lyrics to one of Joseph’s songs. She chuckled at their merriment, then she spoke sincerely. “I think you’ve found your calling in life, don’t you?”

“It’s definitely what I want to do. It’s precarious, though, so my parents aren’t too pleased. I will finish college – I’ve only got a year left to go. I’d love to drop out now, but Amy convinced me to stay – although I’m not sure it was the right decision.”

“Why?”

“My grades are slipping because I’m concentrating on my music.”

“Oh. What are you studying?”

“Business and economics.”

Sarah grinned. “Sounds thrilling.”

Joseph ran his fingers through his hair. “It’s so dull. And my professors all say my essays are full of impassable dreams – they don’t like that.”

Sarah frowned. Was it just his accent that had made her misunderstand? “Impassable? Do you mean ‘impossible’?”

“That too. My last assignment outlined a business proposal that I thought was attainable, but my professor gave me a shitty grade, saying it wasn’t grounded in reality. It was to do with the music industry.”

“Do you think your professor was right?”

“No.”

“Maybe he’s jealous of your success? You’re so talented and you shouldn’t give up on your dreams. You organised this whole gig yourself, right? So here’s the proof that you know how to make a profit in this industry.”

He treated her to a sincere smile. “Yeah, I know – you’re right, thanks.”

“Joseph, I made the mistake of walking away from my dream when I was just finishing college. I’ve regretted it every day since.”

Joseph glanced at Dylan. “But now you’ve been given a second chance, huh?”

“Yeah, by some stroke of luck. You should do whatever you think is the right thing for you, okay. You need to use your wisdom and you do need money, of course. But this is your life; you’re only here once, and you –”

Sarah closed her mouth because Joseph glanced over her shoulder with terror plastered over his face. “Oh shit,” he whispered.

Sarah’s stomach twisted; her heart pounded hard as her fingertips twitched. She was certain that when she turned around she was going to be face-to-face with Orlov or one of his henchmen, coming to threaten Dylan, now that his family were all together.

The frantic chattering of the groupies faded into the background – sloshing in her ears like the hum of a box-fan. Time stopped dead. Sarah forced her muscles to unfreeze, then she glanced over at where Dylan was still standing with Adam and Amy. The three of them were also staring in shock at whoever was strolling over towards her and Joseph. She shivered. If Dylan wanted to be her heroic rescuer, now was his chance. But he didn’t seem to be making his attack… That was weird…

Sarah gritted her teeth and turned to look. Confusion staggered through her as her gaze landed softly on a glamorous-looking middle-aged man and woman. There wasn’t a knife-wielding Russian assassin in sight… But, wait a minute – Sarah knew these two. A Clint Eastwood lookalike and his former-supermodel wife.

Joseph sprang to life. “Mom! Dad! What the hell are you two doing here?”

Mr Quinlan Senior shook his hand like a cowboy. “We wanted to see you in action, son. And we were both impressed. You were incredible up there.”

“A true rock star,” Mrs Quinlan said, drawing her baby into her arms. “You’re very talented.”

Dylan, Adam, and Amy bounded over and they all hugged and greeted each other.

“Dad, mom,” Dylan said. “You remember Sarah Newell?”

Mrs Quinlan inspected her with warm eyes, then recognition drifted across her placid face. “Oh yes, hello, Sarah, how lovely to see you – you haven’t changed one bit. I didn’t think you two stayed in touch. That’s what Dylan said.”

Dylan put his arms around Sarah. “Let’s just say fate threw us back together.”

Mrs Quinlan reached out and squeezed Sarah on the shoulder. “I’m very glad to hear it. Dylan’s not been the same since you left.”

Sarah grinned at Dylan. “Neither have I.”

Dylan kissed her on the forehead, pulling her close. Lust spiralled through her thighs at his touch. After all that rock tonight, Sarah couldn’t wait to get back to his place for some roll.

Mr Quinlan Senior pulled her back to the present. “So, Joseph, I assume you’re dropping out of college? I wouldn’t blame you one bit.”

All eyes turned to Joseph, like spectators at a very small tennis match. “Well, I may as well stay and finish my degree. I’ve done two years; one more won’t hurt. And you never know when I might need that qualification.”

Mr Quinlan smiled proudly at his son. “Whatever you decide will be the right thing. You did yourself proud tonight. I only wish Ivan could’ve been here to see you in action. He was always so supportive of your music.”

“I know, dad.” Joseph smiled sadly. It was obvious to Sarah that he was dying to tell his parents the truth, but he’d been sworn to secrecy. He glanced at Adam and Dylan. “But, hey, one of my brothers secretly arranged for you two to be here, right?”

“Guilty,” Adam said, raising his hand.

Joseph shrugged. “So I’m pretty sure Ivan was around somewhere, too. He wouldn’t have missed my gig for the world.”

Sarah felt sexy as she strolled into Dylan’s apartment in her little black dress and heels, wrapped up in his arms. This place felt somehow different tonight – more homey. It still consisted of the same dull cream carpets and characterless furnishings, but the essence of the apartment – if an apartment
had
an essence – seemed to be shimmering with a warm fuzzy glow of contentment. Or perhaps it was just her.

Dylan closed the door and kissed her strongly in the hallway. “Alright, sweetheart?”

“Yeah. I was so proud of Joseph tonight. And it was amazing to see your parents again!”

“The concert was awesome,” Dylan said, holding her tight in his arms. “But the night is young.”

Arousal flushed through Saran’s body. “It sure is.”

Dylan caressed her cheek. “Make yourself comfortable, okay? I’m just gonna call Detective Edwards.”

She frowned. “The police?”

“Yeah, I think it’s time I shared my information. I’ll tell the detective to meet me at Orlov’s office tomorrow – she can take over where I leave off.”

“Okay – sounds like a good plan. I’ll go make us some tea; see you in a minute.”

Sarah kissed him ‘goodbye’ and strolled into the kitchen where she automatically flicked on the kettle. Her mind drifted back to the Russian-looking guys at the gig, and her shoulders tensed, making her shiver. This kitchen was huge and she felt exposed standing near the window. She glanced around, still feeling as if they were being followed, but Dylan seemed relaxed, so she decided to calm herself too. She breathed into her belly and reminded herself that she was safe. She switched on the radio and smiled, hoping that one day that she’d hear Joseph’s songs streaming through the speakers. He definitely had the musical talent and the stage charisma. Perhaps he also needed a little luck. But Sarah knew the harder people worked, the luckier they seemed to get.

Dylan swaggered back with a suggestive smirk on his face. “Hey, sweetheart. I missed you.”

She leaned against the granite counter and laughed. “Me too. How was the detective?”

“Fine. She said she’ll be there at noon, so the trap is set. I just hope Mikhail comes up with the goods, but… hey, you look tense; you okay?”

“Yeah. It was a great evening. I’m feeling a bit… it’s been a crazy week, Dylan.”

“I know, but it’s almost over, okay. And for now… Allow me to help you relax.” He stood in front of her and kissed her strongly. “Turn around.”

Sarah’s tension unwound. She smiled and turned to face the counter, gripping it with her fingers. Dylan stepped close behind and massaged her shoulders, pressing his hard cock against her. Her body sank into him and her lust swirled deliciously in her thighs.

“Like that?”

“Oh… yes, Dylan.”

He moved his hands down her curvy body and gripped his fingers around her waist, gently rocking her hips back and forth and rubbing his rock-hard cock against her ass. He moved his hands down to the hem of her short dress and lifted up the material, exposing her panties.

He let out a pensive, “Hmm…” Then he lowered his mouth to her ear and whispered. “You’re wearing stockings… Fuck you’re hot, Sarah.”

He nibbled her ear, causing her lust to skyrocket as he grabbed her butt cheeks roughly in his hands and squeezed tight. Still pressing himself against her, he undid his trousers and fished out his hard-on. Sarah expected him to bend her over the counter and take her hard and rough from behind – knowing he’d ensure she climaxed. But instead, he rubbed his hard cock between her thighs, skimming it over the soft cotton of her panties and making her wet. Dylan enjoyed drawing out the pleasure, and today was no exception.

He wrapped his arms around her tightly, making her feel secure as he continued to tease his firm cock between her thighs. Then he kissed her on the side of the face and whispered, “Turn to face me, babe, I need to see your sexy tits.”

On trembling lust-filled legs, Sarah turned around in her high heels and faced him. He was so handsome and cool with his gorgeous brown curls, rugged stubble, and strong build. Even though he wasn’t wearing his suit tonight – instead he was wearing jeans and a casual shirt – he still looked powerful and dominating. Sarah never grew tired of looking at him – her heart surged with love and her pussy surged with lust as their eyes met. Dylan kissed her passionately as he yanked down her dress at the front. The dress material was tight, so the lower-half of the garment was still pushed up around her hips, and – now that her bra was also exposed – she felt slutty and sexy. He whipped off her bra with a well-practised flourish, then pushed her against the counter to suck and tease her nipples.

Sarah let her head drop back as he tongued her breasts, making them plump and sending electric fizzes into her soul. She grinned, feeling arousal crackle between her thighs. She needed to feel this man fucking her right now. 

He stood up straight and took ahold of her hand. “Come over here and ride me, hotstuff.”

Sarah giggled. He led her across the tiles – with her tits and ass hanging out of her dress – and sat himself against a wooden cupboard door. Still standing, Sarah straddled his thighs, then she toppled off balance in her heels as he grabbed her ass and pulled her pelvis towards his mouth. She ground her hips into his face as his tongue delved into her panties, and he pressed his tongue-tip hard against her clit. She gasped at the luscious delight soaring through her body. She felt so sexy in her stockings and heels, with her dress pushed up and falling down, grinding herself into her gorgeous man’s lips. He pulled away – realising that she might come too soon – and gazed up at her. Her wetness glistened around his mouth, and he looked primal, like a hungry animal. He held her hand and gently pulled her downwards – bending his legs at the knees so she could sit in his lap and lean back against his thighs. She felt secure like this, with him supporting her from behind – gazing into each other’s lust-filled eyes. She glanced down and saw that his straining cock was sticking out hungrily in front of her panties. All she had to do was hold it up straight and she could feel him deep inside her.

He reached out and ran his thumb across one of her nipples, jabbing delight all over her throbbing body.

“Touch yourself for me, sweetheart,” he said.

Sarah grinned. Maintaining sizzling eye contact with him, she seductively sucked her first two fingers, and then she rubbed her wetness around her nipple, sending electric lust deep into her yearning thighs. He watched captivated.

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” he said.

Dylan dug his fingers into her stocking-clad thighs, almost unable to control himself. Sarah felt powerful as she leaned forward and offered her fingers for
him
to suck. It felt amazing as he took them in his mouth and ran his tongue over them, exploring them as he would do her pussy. He groaned, sending gorgeous vibes over her fingertips, which reverberated all around her body.

Sarah retrieved her fingers then – gazing seductively into his eyes – she lowered her damp fingers into her panties to play with her clit, while absent-mindedly sliding her wet pussy over his straining cock. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the glorious feeling of masturbating – excited to know that her audience of one was enjoying the performance as much as she was.

Sarah groaned lustfully as she plunged her fingers deep inside herself, curving them round to reach her sweet G-spot, and relishing the gorgeous feeling as they filled her up.

“I need to get myself ready for you…” she whispered. “…Ready to ride you hard.”

Sarah withdrew her fingers then raised herself up and wrapped her fingers around his erection. Dylan delved in his pocket for a condom and quickly did the honours, then he held his cock straight while Sarah hovered above him, allowing the head to slip inside her panties and penetrate the opening of her pussy, which sent tingles of bliss throughout her body. She tilted her hips back and forth fast, rapidly rubbing the head of his cock just inside her, savouring the excitement of this thrilling moment.

Dylan grabbed her hips and roughly pulled her down over his cock. Sarah closed her eyes and gasped, enjoying the sensation of him filling her up. He was so big. He filled her completely, making her groan with pleasure. Her eyes automatically closed as she took a moment to get comfortable, then she opened her eyes, and grinned into his handsome face.

“I love you, Sarah,” he whispered. “And I’m gonna possess you until you can’t think straight.”

She opened her mouth to reply, but she felt him straining inside her, so she began to move her hips back and forth, slowly at first – eking out the pleasure – but soon the pace quickened and she rode him faster and faster.

Dylan gripped her hips with his strong hands, speeding up the rhythm even more, and rubbing her moistened clit over his toned abdomen – sending delicious euphoria into her pussy with each thrust. He slapped her hard on the hip as she felt the orgasm catch, and her pleasure rushed over her writhing body like a flood of ecstasy, making her cry out involuntarily. 

“You’re mine, Sarah Newell,” she heard Dylan say from a faraway place. “Mine forever.”

Volts of pleasure gripped her body carrying her away on a glorious sensation of delight.
The passion caused her physical body to dissolve into light, and she was struck with an overwhelming sense that she and Dylan were in a magical area of the universe where they owned each other. The orgasm bound them together, possessing them and connecting them to each other with joy. Slowly the intense delight faded into a snuggly sensation of happiness. Sarah vaguely remembered that they were together on the kitchen floor – not zooming through the universe – so she opened her eyes and grinned at him. He looked supercool and utterly in control, but his eyes were full of love.

And Sarah loved him. “That was amazing!”

“
You’re
amazing, sweetheart.”

His cock juddered, sending more pleasure into Sarah – giving her an extra dollop of delight.

Dylan held out his arms, so Sarah collapsed down onto his toned chest and nuzzled her face into his neck. His strong embrace fell around her.

She sighed. “It all seems worth it when I experience moments like that with you, Dylan.”

“What seems worth it?”

She pushed herself up and gazed lovingly into his eyes “All the trouble that accompanies you.”

Dylan coiled her hair in his fingers. “Tomorrow it’ll all be over, I swear. We’ll be safe. We’ll be able to get to know each other without a bunch of Russians tailing us. Okay?”

“Okay.” The sight of Dylan’s wonderful body and handsome face caused arousal to spiral through her again. She ran her fingers over his stubble. “But until then, I’m very happy to hide-out here. We’ve got all night – I’m sure we can think of
something
to do!”