The Billionaire's Convenient Bride: A BWWM Billionaire Love Story (8 page)

     Amy and Tiffany showed up half an hour later and came into the drawing room in happy surprise. Amy rushed up to Peter, her long blonde wavy hair swinging around her shoulders, and she tackled him in a hug, Tiffany, her dark curls bouncing as she joined them, added to the group hug.

     “It’s been so long since we saw you! I thought you forgot about us, and then you got married! Where’s your wife?” Amy asked conspiratorially.

     “She’s out on the town tonight, so I thought we’d have a little party here, and you two don’t need to worry about her at all.” He walked over to the stereo and cranked the music up full blast. The girls whooped and hollered and he gave both of them a drink and tossed their coats in the corner.

     Peter felt adrenaline pumping through him, and the feeling of freedom and abandon that used to arouse him so much and make him feel alive began to course through him. He grinned in pleasure as he grabbed Amy and pulled her into his arms, holding her close to him and in a flash, he planted his lips on hers and ravaged her mouth in a hungry, lustful kiss. She gasped and moaned happily and kissed him back just as voraciously.

     He felt as though he was suddenly himself again and it felt so good to him. “God, baby, you don’t know how much I needed that. I feel like I’ve been on a desert island and I just got back to reality! Oh! Come here, Tiffany, show me how much you missed me.”

     Tiffany grinned and looked up at him through her dark eyelashes. She moved up close to him and began to rub the front of her body against his, flirting and smiling as her hands closed over his hips and she squeezed him tight.

     Peter laughed and tipped the bottle of booze in his hand back, pouring it into his mouth. Then he tipped it back over Tiffany’s mouth and poured quite a bit into her. Then he set the bottle down beside him and kissed Tiffany; he kissed her hard and long, nibbling and biting at her, and she giggled.

     “Peter! Look how much I missed you!” Amy said as she began to dance for him seductively, smiling up at him and twisting her body around as she slowly unbuttoned her top.

     He raised his eyebrows. “Oh! I like that! That’s going to make me feel so much better.”

     Tiffany grinned at him and said, “I can make you feel so much better, too, honey.” She unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor, then pushed him down onto the sofa and lowered her glossy red lips to his groin. His smile stretched all the way across his face as she pulled his shirt off and began to run her tongue over his growing erection.

     Amy’s shirt fell to the floor and her dance became much more erotic as she smiled at them and slowly peeled off more of her clothes, stopping only to suck down large quantities of booze.

     Peter watched them both, looking from one to the other as Amy danced and Tiffany moved her tongue and her mouth over his thick, solid desire. He drained the last of his bottle and set it on the table beside him, then he reached his hands down and knotted his fingers in Tiffany’s dark curls, clenching her head and drawing her face closer to his body, pushing himself further into her mouth and throat. He pumped his hips toward her face slowly, enjoying every single second of his pleasure and the magnetic attention of the girls.

     Amy had gotten down to her bra and panties and came around behind the sofa he was on, tilted his head backward and leaned over his face from behind him. He let go of Tiffany’s head as she sucked hard at him and reached up behind him to pull Amy’s bra off of her. He flung it to some corner of the room and buried his face in her generous breasts, devouring her nipples as his hands clenched her swells. She grinned at him and ran her hands over his bare chest as he continued to pump his erection into Tiffany’s mouth.

     He was lost in pleasure and in lust, enjoying every single nuance of it, of the two beautiful women who had come when he called them and who he knew loved to play with him, and even in the tawdry depths that he was in, Emmaline somehow wound up on the edges of his thoughts. She seemed to be watching him disapprovingly from the corners of his mind, and it began to eat away at him, until he had grown frustrated with her again, and he knew he had to try to drive her even further from his mind.

     He let go of Amy and focused with laser beam intensity on Tiffany, clasping her head again, and pushing himself into her hot mouth faster and faster, until his body finally gave him what he wanted and he came hard, filling her mouth and flooding her throat. She squealed with delight and he kissed her forehead and then pulled Amy down onto the couch with him and yanked her panties from her body. He pushed her legs apart and buried his face between her thighs, covering the outside of her with his tongue, and then driving it into her, drinking her in, flicking his tongue over and around her as she moaned and cried out in pleasure.

     Peter tried his best to keep Emmaline from his thoughts, thinking that the more he tasted Amy, the more he licked and sucked at her, the more he could push Emmaline from his mind, but the further he went with Tiffany and Amy, the more she came into his thoughts, until he was rock hard again and the only thing he could think of was the wife he could not take to his bed.

     He could not hold himself back from his thoughts of Emmaline, from imaginings of her laying on the couch with him rather than Amy, pretending that it was her body that he was giving so much pleasure to, and that it was her cries that were sounding in his ears and her dark hands that were twisting desperately in his blonde hair. He closed his eyes and moved above Amy, covering her nipple with his desperately hungry mouth. Behind his closed eyes, it was Emmaline’s nipple being toyed with by his tongue and caught in his teeth. It was her fleshy dark breast in his grasp, and it was her body that he thrust his solid erection into, feeling her hot wet body close around him.

     He gasped and began to move within Amy, almost believing his fantasy, feeling her legs tighten around him as he buried himself in her narrow depths. Pleasure washed over him as he pretended it was her voice calling out his name and crying out in orgasm after orgasm as he slid himself in and out of her. He held her tightly and let his emotions change from the petulant, “I’m going to show her that I don’t need her,” to “She is finally mine and I can have her and make love to her like I’ve wanted to.”

     His mouth and tongue moved over her nipples and breasts, across her skin and her lips, sucking and biting, tasting and twisting as he pushed himself deeper into her, his hands grasping at her body tightly. His mental release was a huge relief for him, as he made believe he was making love; and the release of his body came much later, as he spent every second he could with his eyes closed and his mouth open on Amy, imagining she was his untouchable wife Emmaline.

     He rolled on the couch with her, putting her on top of him and moving her over his groin so aggressively that he finally couldn’t hold back his orgasm any longer and in the final throes of passion, he came again, harder than he had in Tiffany’s mouth, filling Amy’s cavern with his ejaculation, as images of Emmaline coming for him filled his mind, and he cried out in ecstasy just as he heard the door slam and he looked up as his heart pounded in his chest and he tried to catch his breath.

     Tiffany sauntered over to him in all of her lovely nudity, and knelt down beside him as he lay there on the sofa with Amy astride his body. Tiffany leaned over him and kissed him long and slow, running her tongue over his and biting his lower lip.

     “I think that was your wife, but I’m not sure. I didn’t see her come in here. I just saw someone leave and close the door.” She said with a giggle.

     Amy leaned down and tried to kiss him, too, but he turned his head away. There was a black hole in the pit of his stomach and he couldn’t figure out what it was from. Amy rubbed her breasts on his chest, teasing and taunting him until he looked at her and she kissed him, and he let her.

He had no reason not to.

***

     Light filtered in through the drawing room window and the music still played as loud as it had the night before when Peter woke up. He looked around and saw that both girls were draped over him and all of them were nude. He was hung over and saw three empty bottles of booze lying around them. It had been a party, alright. He heard a noise and realized that the noise was what woke him up. It was a knock. It was coming from the door of the drawing room.

     “What?!” he called out. His head pounded mercilessly and he covered his eyes with his hands.

     “I want to talk to you when your guests leave,” she said.

     His whole body cringed at the sound of the voice. It was ice cold. He opened his eyes and saw Emmaline, standing a few feet away, glaring down at him. He made a quick move to cover himself and discovered that there was no need to cover his lap because Amy’s blonde hair was blanketed over him where she had fallen asleep with her face nestled in his groin. He looked up at Emmaline with panicked eyes and his heart felt as though it would beat right out of his chest.

     She stared back into his eyes with an icy glare and waited for him to reply.

     “Fine.” It was all he could say. He felt horrible about having her find him with the women, but he owed her no reason or excuse; after all, they were business partners, and that was it. He felt horrible because he had let his lust for her get the better of him and he had imagined her beneath him, above him, wrapped around him as he moved inside of her, and now she was looking at him and he wanted to turn himself inside out and hide.

     He kept an indifferent expression on his face and watched her as she turned and stalked out of the room, slamming the door.

     The sound woke both girls and when Amy realized where she was, she giggled and grinned at Peter, then turned her head and began to kiss the tip of him and suck on him gently.

     He pushed her away and stood up. “Sorry, baby, I’d love to let you have your way with me, but I guess I have a meeting I have to go to. Shower in the bathroom through those doors and help yourselves to anything in the kitchen.”

     Emmaline had heard the music coming from the drawing room when she got back from her meeting and went to see what was happening because it had never happened while she had lived in the house. The drawing room was neutral territory for them, but she tended to stay away from it. When she opened the door, she wished she had stayed away from it. She had gone in and found a brunette woman sitting nude in a leather chair with a bottle of liquor, and Peter on the sofa with a blonde on top of him riding him like she was going to win a rodeo belt for it. She honestly felt like she was going to be sick.

     She turned and left without a word, but when Peter hadn’t answered her text that morning, she went looking for him and found him with his women at the end of their party. She was livid and hurt, but more than that, she was angry, and he was going to hear everything she had to say.

     He walked into his office in a silk robe that was tied at the waist and set a cup of coffee down for her, keeping his own in his hand. “I’m sure you weren’t thrilled to walk in on that. I’m sorry you saw it,” he said, partly sorry and partly not. There was the smallest fraction of him that felt justified, however, as though letting her see what she was missing out on might show her what she could have had if she had only wanted him like he wanted her. The majority of him was ashamed at what she had seen. He didn’t like that she had seen him that way.

     “How dare you!” she seethed at him as he looked at her in utter shock. He had never before had to answer to any woman for being with any other women, because he never kept girlfriends or let himself get into a relationship. This was the first time it had happened. “Just…how dare you?”

     “How dare I sleep with other women? I’d like to remind you that this marriage is a business arrangement,” he said, coolly.

     She felt her fury compounding. “No. How dare you throw caution to the wind and gamble everything we’ve worked for to blow your reputation by screwing a couple of women in our own home! How dare you disrespect everything that I have sacrificed to help you! I have given up living at my home, I gave up my job, I gave up my freedom, I gave up my whole life! Everything! I gave up everything to marry you so that I could help you fix your sullied reputation and enable you to do the work you want to do in this community and what thanks do I get? Right after our highly publicized honeymoon, I get you throwing it all away and sleeping with two women right in our home! How do you think that makes me look?” She raged at him, and he felt his own anger building inside of him.

     “So I can’t have any women at all now? What am I supposed to do? I can’t have…” He had almost said he couldn’t have her, but he’d stopped himself just in time. “I can’t have what I want, so I just have to do without it all together? What am I going to do, be celibate for the next three years while we are married?” he shot back at her, frustration taking him over.

     “No, I don’t expect you to do that, you are welcome to go be with anyone you want to be with, be with as many as you want to be with, just don’t do it in this state! Don’t do it so publicly with women who will spill the beans to the next available reporter! I can’t fix your reputation if you’re busy running around behind my back destroying it by doing the same things that dragged you down into the mud in the first place! You’re totally negating everything I’m doing! If you’re going to act like this here, then I don’t even see the point of my wasting the next three years here with you, because you’re just going to make my time and efforts useless anyway! I don’t fight losing battles.” She was being very careful about not raising her voice, but it was difficult.