The Billionaire's Bride (Complete Collection) (16 page)

A hint of arousal flared in me as I prepared for his inevitable advance. "I want to know, exactly, what we're doing here. I was kidnapped. I was locked in a room. Then flown here, for no apparent reason. And you disappear. Why do you keep disappearing
exactly
?” Arousal had quickly morphed into annoyance.

Lucas caught my chin. I flinched but his thumb brushed my jawline, casting a spell on me, keeping my annoyance within bounds.

"Do you think I would do all this if it wasn't for a reason? I don't see what the problem is."

Then he stopped, realizing what it was. A mocking smile crept across his lips. "Fuck me, you think I'm ignoring you, don't you? That's not it. At all."

He reached around, snatching my ass, pulling me into him. I crushed against him, my breath sneaking from my lips, my breasts squeezed between us. My arousal spiked, the need for him set free, like we'd been separated for years.

"This has all been about you and me,” he whispered.

"Seriously? Why can't you just tell me?”

He pressed his finger to my lips. I snarled and pushed it away. We both laughed at my reaction as he squeezed my ass cheeks together. The wind was knocked out of me again, and I was panting against him. Lucas swiped my chin, bringing me close to his hungry lips, swallowing me, and then infiltrating, taking more.

I moaned into his mouth while he breathed his fire into me. When I broke free, I clutched my sides and slowly slid back on my heels, trying not to alert Lucas of my retreat.

"Come on, you're tired. Up to bed." I waved my hand toward the staircase. I hadn't even been up there, yet. Lucas grinned, took my hand, and led me to the master bedroom which had a grander view of the beach. The balcony doors were open, allowing the ocean breeze to sweep in and tickle my bare legs as I sat upon the massive bed. I kicked my heels off as I faced the moonlit waves.

Lucas sat across from me.

When I looked over to him, he pounced, taking me by my wrists, swinging me around so my back hit the mattress.

"You led the wolf right back to its den. Now why would you want to do that?"

He split my legs. His knees pressed into the softness of my inner thighs, and it burned, a welcome burn.

"To get your ass to sleep.”

"Do you want it hard or slow?" he asked, like he'd never heard me.

Lucas dove at the crook of my neck. His tongue swirled to my earlobe. He gave it a bite, and a horny bolt jolted through me. He continued, rocking my hips slowly against him, until it became second nature.

"Right now, slow."

He smirked as if he always knew what my answer would be. Perhaps I'd been overstating his tiredness, because his cock tented and throbbed against me, offering me something to rub against.

And rub I did. I rubbed, until he needed to pin my wrists down to give me more grooving room. Pulling back, he still held me as I swayed against him.

"Fuck, babe, I don't know about slow."

I changed my mind. "Hard."

Lucas pulled back and whipped his belt off.

I stretched out, reaching for the pillows—anything that would keep me steady for when Lucas entered me.

I wanted all of him.

For once, there was nothing standing in our way...

Tonight, we could fuck for as long as our bodies held out.

S
he raked
her fingernails across my back, like a trail of fire that kept me pumping into her. I thought I might be too rough, but she dug into me, goading me on. Her sweet sex sucked me in and wrapped around me, and I was lost in her.

I speared her against the pillows. They were tossed aside, and she reached up, showing me her breasts jogging to every one of my pumps. Our hips clashed together. The smacking of her jiggling flesh was music to my ears, music I wanted to fill the room. I kept up pace, loving that sound that told me we were rubbing and sliding into one another with such horny friction.

She came, and her eyes rolled back. She started to spring up, but I pushed myself onto her, burying myself deeper.

I pulled away. She hadn’t had enough. Neither had I.

Still rocking inside of her, grinding my hips, rubbing against her, I sucked and licked on her collarbone. Her skin always tasted sweet, now the salty air mixed with it, and I loved it.

We didn’t have to say anything...we were much too ravenous for words. I pulled out, and she reached out for me with wanton need, but I shoved her to the side and snatched her leg.

She needed to spread wide for what I wanted.

Holding onto her leg, I went at her, sliding inside that snugly fitted pussy in quickening pace. Even in the dark, I saw her eyes pool with pleasure, and I couldn’t deny her more. I gave it to her while fighting to hold back. That tingle in my gut got me thinking I would come much too soon. Her pussy was hugging me. Her tight trap wasn’t going to let me go until I unloaded. Hell, that was fine by me.

In the heat of the moment, there was no way I could say no to it. We hadn’t even used a condom tonight. With the plan I had, she was as good as mine, like I’d wanted since the beginning. We didn’t need one.

Did I deserve this? This hot piece of ass? These fat, heavenly fits? Her big almond eyes looking up at me, begging me for more? No, I didn’t think so, so I slammed into her, giving her what she wanted and more.

“Lucas.” She screamed my name as she came.

It ripped through her. Almost got me to come too, just seeing how hot it looked. Mine wouldn't compare, but my cock was real sensitive and slick from our fucking. I pulled out, and then ran my cock tip over her juicy cunt lips. Fuckin’ hell, that pleasure shot right to my toes.

Tia squirmed when I did that. “Slow,” she told me, her voice all husky and sultry now.

I dropped beside her. She wiggled her ass back, and I liked that so much I gave her a spank of approval. We connected again, and I locked in a deep breath like it would keep me from exploding. Her pussy felt even better. Each time. How did she do it?
That was one magic pussy.

Tia shot me a needy glare. I didn’t understand it until she took my hands and put them on her waist. I let her take control and I watched her smooth, slow groove as she buckled at the end of me.

She did this greedy squeezing of her hips, and inside of her without a rubber, the pleasure was unbelievable. I’d always worn a condom before. Before this, I hadn’t trusted another soul...

She pumped again. Her pussy sucked me in and then it trapped me. I caged her with my forearms, keeping her against me as I shut my eyes and let it all go.

“I’m coming,” I warned her. Was there time to tell her where?

“Come, Lucas. Come inside of me.”

I shot my cum into her clutching pussy. Buried inside of her, I filled her, pouring my cum until my balls were wasted. Our fingers intertwined, and I promised not to let go as I watched her delicious curves shake.

Tia whimpered, her neck rolled back, and I kissed her cheek as I continued to pump, draining all of me and feeding her needy pussy.

I began to pull away, but she caught my hands again and placed them solidly against her hips—those fertile, wide hips that I adored so much.

My cock was still rock hard inside of her, and my balls were still tingling as they pumped, drawing more cum than I knew I had in me, caressing her insides as it flowed down her. Tia began to wiggle a little, making a creamy mess of her black pussy, a beautiful sight in contrast with my white cock.

It slipped out of her for a second. Only a second. Then she plugged me back in. But it was long enough for me to glaze her slit.  I’d covered her, inside and out, marked and claimed her as my own.

I was finished. Completely satisfied, I draped my arms over her waist. I tilted myself against her and rested my forehead against the back of her head.

We’d said so little, but nothing really needed to be said. We’d both been craving this, knowing in our hearts that this is where our path
should
lead, but there were obstacles in our way each time, but we’d gotten there.

Tia had no idea what I’d planned, though.

Before I pulled away, I made sure to tell her, “You want it hard or slow again or any which way, and you tell me again. Whenever, wherever, and I’ll be there for you. Got it?”

“Got it,” Tia said softly.

I flopped onto my back and shut my eyes. I hadn’t realized how heavy they were. Now the dull, draining pleasure of the orgasm rolled over me.

I could feel Tia hovering over me. She seemed to want to talk about what happened, but didn’t have the words. Perhaps she didn’t want to try to express it through words. What was there to say, besides how fucking awesome it was?

“That’s the first time I fucked without a condom. The first time I’ve ever come inside a girl, too.”

“Really?” she asked. I popped my eyes open to see hers lit up. She got onto her knees and hovered over me.

She needed to know more. Right away. “Are you serious? I don’t believe you.”

I nodded slowly.

“Holy crap,” she said and beamed. She grabbed her knees and pulled them to her chest. “Holy...wow. I don’t believe it. This is
the first time
you’ve had sex without a condom? You’re just saying that to be funny…”

“No, I wouldn’t kid about that.”

“You’re kinda like a virgin then. In a way.”

I glared at her. “If you want to look at it like that, go ahead. But do me a favor and don’t talk about taking my V card since I’m over thirty fucking years old.”

She rolled her eyes. I shut mine again.

I heard her sniffling a little. “You all right?” I called from the dark.

“Uh huh. I’m glad you told me that, Lucas. I’m glad that I’m special to you. I would’ve never thought it, if you didn’t tell me.”

‘Thought I was a big old man whore, did you?”

“Way to ruin the moment,” she said, but it did get her to stop sniffling.

She curled up next to me, and that’s all it took for me to knock out.

“
L
ucas
, are you all right?” I heard above me.

“Wha-”

My lips smacked together, and some strange sounds were coming out of it, but I couldn’t understand anything.

“Lucas,” Tia shouted again.

When Tia shouted, look out. I hadn’t heard her scream much except when I was inside of her, so to hear that angel yell like a fucking demon, got me springing out of bed.

“What’s going on? Why’d you wake me up?”

Arms folded over her waist, she craned her neck at me. I immediately realized I’d said something stupid. Her whole body posed like she was asking me,
Really?

“Me, wake you up? You were screaming in your sleep. Loud.
Really loud.
Like someone was trying to murder you.”

“Oh,” I said, my tone flat. I patted the back of my neck and noticed a cold sweat trickling down my spine.

I sometimes talked in my sleep. Okay, I’d give in and say
sometimes I screamed like a psycho in my sleep.
Not often, it was rare, so I didn’t often care to warn others—not like there were a lot of women who had slept by my side, although a few times I’d woken up people sleeping next door.

“It’s nothing.” I tugged at the blanket, but she snatched it and shook her head, guarding it underneath her chin.

“I’m really worried. Are you sure you’re okay?”

I stared back at her. Her expression was one of pure care. How could I lie to her?

No. Definitely not. I was not okay. Admitting that wouldn’t be easy. “No, I’m not all right. I don’t remember my dreams, I just wake up screaming. Then the old memories resurface.”

I slid back against the headboard. Tia placed her hand on my lap and I placed my hand on top of hers. She warmed me again, thawing that freeze which had crept over me.

“What memories? You can tell me, Lucas. If you want to, that is.”

“I think it’s best that you know.” I tilted toward her and she saw my pain.

As I began to tell her what happened to my brother Brice, my vision flashed with visions from that night—scared, alone, looking out into the dark swarming with flashlights and police officers, the ambulance's lights whipping in frantic circles, my brother’s body still on the lawn. They had thrown a tarp over it, but from the screaming I’d heard, I knew he was dead.

I clasped my forehead, thinking about tearing away a chunk of hair, anything, that would relieve me of these haunting thoughts, but when Tia pulled them away, and I looked to her, I found strength I didn’t know I had.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up. Whatever happened, I can guarantee it’s not your fault.”

“Thanks,” I stated. “My brother, Brice. He died. Killed himself.”

“What? I’m so sorry, Lucas.”

“Thank you,” I stated again, just trying to get through it. I tried to detach myself from this, because otherwise, I didn’t know if I could get through it.

Whenever I thought about Brice, it was usually in the context of my father and the pressure he put on us. Mentioning him to Tia, the thoughts invaded that protective armor I’d set up long ago, the one which my father had helped me create—I guessed for his own sake as well.

“Brice was supposed to take over the company. We had our differences and our fights, like all brothers do, but we were close. Close enough where I thought if he had any serious problems, he would tell me. I always knew he was stressed, but maybe I didn’t know how much. My father put a lot on him, and Brice was also...troubled.

So one night, when I was eleven, I get woken up to screaming at two twenty in the morning. It’s chaos. I don’t even want to leave my room at first. I hear my father screaming for an ambulance. When I come out, everyone tells me to get to my room.

I keep asking where Brice is. But my father keeps telling me to get to my room. The others in the house tell me to stay as well. I stay in there, as long as I can, listening to the wailing and all sorts of sirens.

When I come out, I sneak to the window. I wait in the dark. I stayed out there, watching from a distance as they marked the scene. He was already covered up. But they weren’t...no one noticed me...I cried quietly by myself, until I ran back to my room. My father found me later and tried to explain what happened. I never told him I already knew.”

At this point, I wiped away tears. Tia crept closer to me and she hooked her arm in mine.

“I’m sorry, Lucas. I’m so sorry.”

I nodded to her. “It was terrible. A terrible thing that no one saw coming. I still wonder if there was anything I could’ve done to save him. Could I stop him from jumping somehow? When something like this happens, everyone tells you that it’s not your fault, that there’s nothing you could do, but it never stops you from asking the question.”

“Look at me, it wasn’t your fault. I’ll tell you that one more time, as many times as you need it. It wasn’t your fault. There wasn’t anything you could do.”

Suddenly, I was overcome with grief. Not over my past. But over my future and how I was making this awkward for Tia. “How did I manage to get a girl like you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe make me jump through tons of hoops, and beat out twenty other girls, including one who tried to kidnap me?”

“When you say it like that, it does sound like you did all the work.” I laughed. “Fuck me, I didn’t mean to make this all about me. We had a good evening together. I’m sorry I woke you up with my screaming.”

“It’s fine.” She leaned closer and looked at me questioningly. “You don’t do this every night, though, do you?”

“No.”

Tia chuckled.  “It’s fine,” she repeated. She leaned over, hanging her glorious tits against my arm, and then gave me a peck on the lips.

“God, I love those tits. And those hot lips. I feel a hell of a lot better now.”

“Good. Whenever you need them, they’ll be there.”

With that, we went back to sleep.

This time, I had sweet dreams. Sweet, glorious dreams of that hot piece of ass.