The Buchanan's Baby (Billionaire Romance) (Bought By The Billionaire Brothers) (6 page)

"Well, they didn't have our usual
brand so I made do with what they had. Besides, we’re not here to judge their liquor cabinet. We're here to have a good time, remember? And even moonshine will get us there, if you know what I mean."

Yeah, he knew.
For some reason, Nolan wasn't in the mood for the usual hunt. However, he was happy not to be sitting in his hotel room staring at the four walls. He was content to slog down awful whiskey and watch as Vince worked his magic on a fresh crop of ladies. Suddenly, he sensed a presence at his side and he turned and saw a short but stacked woman with a wide smile and sparkle in her eyes that was hard to miss. "By a girl a drink?" she asked, dazzling him with a smile.

"Sure
, why not." He signaled for the bartender. "Whatever she wants," he told the man.

"Sex on the beach," she answered, shooting him a coy look. He chuckled
at the suggestion in her eyes. Any other time, he would've pounced on that invitation but his libido was fairly dead at the moment. The girl accepted the drink from the bartender and took a sip before saying, "You have the look of a man who doesn't know what he wants."

"Is that so? And you have the look of a woman
who knows exactly what she wants."

She smiled. "
Want to get out of here?"

It was on the tip of his tongue to politely decline but then he realized he had no reason to say no. Here was a perfectly delectable woman, who was plainly interested, and yet he wasn't readily gobbling up what she had to offer. What the hell
was wrong with him? Vince was right. He was totally off his game. He tossed a few bills on the table for the tab and said with a grin, "Sure. What did you have in mind?"

She grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the door. "I already told you," she
answered playfully. "Sex on the beach."

"Sounds good to me."

All he needed was the right motivation to get his head on straight, he told himself. As soon as he had those big pillowy tits in his mouth, he'd forget all about Shannon and her lean body.

He texted a quick message to Vince to let him he was bouncing with a hot chick and Vince responded with a thumbs-up emoticon. Since Vince had driven them,
they took the girl’s car. “So where is this beach?”

“There’s a private place I like to go to listen to the waves at night. It’s pretty,” she told him, smiling. He shrugged, enjoying the prospect of shutting his brain off and letting his cock make the decisions. When they arrived, she went to the trunk and pulled out a blanket, smiling. “I come here a lot.”

“To fuck or to listen to the waves?” he asked, half-joking.

She sent him another dazzling smile as she answered, “Both.”

He carried the blanket for her as they navigated the shifting sand and finally settled in a quiet, secluded spot. Nolan spread the blanket and the woman nestled in beside him. She was delightfully petite but full and curvy in all the right spots. Vince would’ve loved fucking this little morsel. Perhaps he should’ve introduced them. She was nothing like Shannon — which was a good thing, he told himself sternly as he forced a smile for the woman’s benefit. “What’s your name?” he asked, idly wondering if her nipples were a dusky rose or a chocolate brown.

“
CeCe,” she answered, already plucking at the buttons on his shirt. “What’s yours?”

“Nolan,” he answered, enjoying the kiss of balmy night air on his exposed skin. “Do you always pick up strange men at clubs?”

“Only the ones I want to fuck,” she answered simply and he laughed, appreciating her honesty. He swallowed his next quip when she delved behind his zipper and her firm hand gripped his cock with practiced experience. She smiled with approval at his girth and length, her gaze lighting with delight at the prospect. “You have a nice, thick cock, Nolan,” she murmured, as she released him and gazed up at him. “How good are you with your tongue?”

“No complaints yet,” he answered, feeling that familiar tingle at the base of his groin as arousal finally started to awaken his sex drive.
He lifted her short skirt to her hips and saw the plump little folds of her bare pussy hiding her clit. He lowered his head and nuzzled her flesh, closing his eyes against the oddly dampening thought that this was a bad idea, and refocused on the fact that he had his face two inches from a woman’s pussy — generally speaking, his favorite place to be — and his cock was slowly hardening, ready for action.

Everything seemed right and perfect—
 except it wasn’t. Damn it, he thought to himself. Get in the game!

Determined to feel more like himself in his own skin, Nolan purposefully lowered his mouth to her cleft and plunged his tongue deep inside.
The minute he tasted her flesh, he was reminded of how Shannon tasted and how her unique scent had driven him wild. It was baffling how three years had gone by without a whisper of Shannon in his mind but now that he’d seen her again, it was as if his brain was infected with some kind of virus and all he could think of was Shannon.

“Oh yes!” CeCe moaned, threading her fingers through his hair and yanking hard enough to irritate.
Jesus, woman. Are you pulling weeds?
He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to concentrate. If he stopped now, he’d never live it down. He had a reputation to protect at the very least. Working on auto-pilot, he listened to her breathy moans as a key to what she enjoyed and varying speed and tempo, he easily brought her to climax, but his cock had completely fallen asleep, going flaccid and pathetic like that of an 80-year-old man. He lifted his head and wiped his mouth, wishing he had some of that shitty whiskey right about now. CeCe gazed at him with sleepy, happy eyes until she realized he was buttoning his pants. “What are you doing?” she asked, sitting up suddenly, her expression confused. “We’re just getting started.”

“I’m sorry, I’m kind of tired.  Would you mind if we went back to the club? I need to find my brother and get back to the hotel.”

“Are you kidding me?” she demanded, her stare losing her sparkle and turning hard. “I thought we were going to fuck?”

“Yeah, I had high hopes, too but it seems I’m not as horny as I thought.”

Her gaze dropped to his groin and her mouth tightened as she scrambled to her feet, pulling her skirt down and jerking the blanket out from beneath him. “Find your own way back to the club, asshole!” she hissed and stomped back to her car, leaving him standing on the beach.

Shouldn’t it count for something that he’d made her cum?

Hmm…guess not. This must be how women felt after they’d given a guy a blowjob and the guy still blew them off. Not a nice feeling, he noted.

But he knew there was no way he could’ve faked sex when his cock plainly didn’t want to play.

And now he was stranded on a beach with no clue as to where he was.

He texted Vince but after ten minutes and no response, he started walking. He was half tempted to call Shannon but the second the idea popped in his head he discarded it as
dangerously ludicrous. Why would he call Shannon? Explaining why he was stranded on a beach in the first place wasn’t bound to make him look like the good guy that he’d ardently professed he was. And, the idea of admitting to Shannon he’d just had his tongue in someone else’s pussy made him squirm with something that felt a lot like guilt though why he didn’t know. They weren’t a couple; she had no claim on him.

Except…he wanted her.

There. He said it. He wanted her.

He wanted her so badly he could think of nothing else and he didn’t think it had anything to do with the fact that she was his baby mama.

Closure — that’s what he hadn’t gotten with her and that’s why he was obsessed.

That’s it, he realized. He just needed some kind of closure. But how was he going to manage that when there was no way he could see Shannon casually and then break it off when he bored of her company? He had his daughter to consider now. He couldn’t just use his daughter’s mama for his own pleasure and then discard her. He scrubbed his hands across his face and flagged a taxi once he hit the main highway.

So, he was right back where he started.

Fucked —
 and not in the feel-good way.

Fabulous
.

For reasons she didn't really want to examine too closely, Shannon spent an inordinate amount of time picking the right outfit for both herself and
Aubrey. What did it matter? It wasn’t as if they were interviewing for a job. But when she spent an extra moment fixing her hair and making sure her makeup was just right she resigned herself to the knowledge that she cared what Nolan thought.

Nolan arrived promptly and she was surprised to see a picnic bask
et in his hand. "What's that?" she asked, privately delighted that he'd been so considerate as to bring food. "You didn't have to bring a picnic."

"I know I didn't have to. I wanted to. Besides, what if we get hungry? I
, for one, am a big fan of food."

"So is Aubrey. She gets very grouchy when she's hungry," Shannon admitted, flashing Nolan a small smile. "Okay, I guess
we’re ready. Let's go." She leaned down to pick up Aubrey and she could tell by the look in his eye that he wanted to offer but didn't. In a way she was glad, she wasn't ready for him to hold her. Somehow, she knew if she saw Aubrey in Nolan's arms, the tears wouldn't be far behind.

When they got to her beat up sedan, Nolan did a double take
and stared hard at the old car, plainly displeased with her ride. "This is what you drive?" he asked. "Is this even safe?"

"Of course it's safe it's just not pretty." She opened Aubrey's door and winced when a loud screech followed. "And it just needs a little WD-40 on the hinges." She made quick work of snapping Aubrey
into her car seat and then they climbed in the car. "I had plans to buy a new car this year but something else came up," she said, thinking of the $5,000 she’d given the attorney. "But it's a good car. And besides, as long as it gets me from Point A to Point B that's all I need."

"All that's holding this car together is rust."

"Every car in the Bay Area has some kind of rust; it doesn't mean it's not a good car," Shannon insisted. "It gets good gas mileage and it's paid off, which makes it A-OK in my book."

Nolan didn't seem to appreciate her logic but remained silent. She wasn't sure if she trusted that silence. She could see the wheels turning in his mind and she didn't like the direction. "I like my car, okay? Leave it at that."

She wasn't lying, per se. But she knew that the time had come for her to buy a new car. Lately, her trusty little sedan had been making frightening noises that sounded like something crucial was about to abandon ship.
Please don't break down, not today
, she prayed.

"So where are you staying?" s
he asked, making conversation as she drove in the hopes of diverting the conversation away from the obvious shortcomings of her vehicle.

"At the Fairmont," he answered
, his brow still furrowed in thought as he watched the scenery go by.

"Of course, a five-star hotel.
When you can afford the very best why go with economy, right?"

"I did
n’t make the travel arrangements, my secretary did. But, yes, I usually stay in the nicest hotels. They have better shampoo," he added with a wink that made her stomach muscles jump. "Honestly, I don't care where I stay as long as the bed is comfortable. I don't usually spend all that much time in the hotel anyway."

"It seems silly to spend all that money on a room that you're just going to sleep in," Shannon said. "Personally, I like to spend as little as possible on the hotel rooms
so I have the money to spend on activities when I go on vacation."

"Whe
re have you gone on vacation?" he asked.

"Well, nowhere lately but I have been to Oregon and Washington and someday I hope to go to Canada."

"What's in Canada?" he asked, interested.

Should she tell
him her goals of landing a bigger hockey gig? It seemed premature to start sharing such personal details but she also knew that her plans would become evident eventually anyway if he remained in her life. She took a deep breath and answered, "Well, they have a major hockey network there. And if I can't get into the NHL, Calgary has a hockey team that's pretty respectable."

"So moving is
part of your plan eventually?" he asked.

"Yes," she admitted. "I can't make a living at the minor leagues. I mean
, I do okay but I'll want to do better than
okay
. I want to be able to support Aubrey on my own without having to worry about someone else paying my way."

"If you need money I can give you some."

"I don't want your money. Don't you think if I'd wanted your money I would've called you the minute I found out I was pregnant?" She pointed out. "I accepted the role of single mother and I've been doing just fine on my own. But in order to teach Aubrey how to be self-sufficient I have to be self-sufficient. And that means not accepting a handout from you."