Alpha Billionaire Taboo Prison Break: A Contemporary Romance (11 page)

VI.

I couldn’t
find Chase anywhere. In my blurry drunken state, it seemed like the club had
suddenly become wildly crowded. I stumbled past throngs of dancing, sweaty
bodies, being jostled by the writhing crowd of mostly college-aged men and
women who were obviously enjoying themselves a lot more than I was.

“Chase?” I
called. “Chase?”

He was
gone. Well, I had threatened to call a cab earlier. That’s just what I would
have to do. I felt for my purse and realized it was gone, too. I raced back to
our VIP lounge, my vision swimming dizzily from the alcohol.

No purse.
Fuck. I felt into the cushion and, by some miracle, I felt my phone—the same
phone that Chase had given me earlier in the summer. I scrolled through the
numbers, looking for someone to call and pick me up. I messaged three supposed
friends, but the time crawled by and no one answered. By now, it was well after
midnight.

Then I saw
the number I should have called from the instant I realized I was in trouble.
For some reason—pride, maybe—I had refused to even consider him.

Patton.
Dad.

He would
not hesitate to come get me. But he also wouldn’t hesitate to leave me behind,
possibly forever, choosing his country over his own daughter.

The dance
music was throbbing so loudly
,
it made my ears ring
.
I felt so alone, so helpless. My phone was running on the last little bit of
battery. It would be dead any minute. I wanted to scream in frustration.
Instead, I messaged him.

Daddy
please come
get me. I’m at Pulse on 6th Street

I’m sorry

Literally
seconds after I hit the send button, my phone died. There was no way to know
whether my stepdad had received my message. He was probably asleep. If so, he
wouldn’t even get my message until the morning.

“Excuse me.
Miss?”

The
bouncer’s voice shook me back to reality.

“We need
you to vacate the lounge.”

“But Chase,
my boyfriend …”

“Now.”

The
bartender made a sweeping right-this-way motion with his hand, and I had no
choice but to comply. As soon as I had exited the VIP area he snapped the rope
back in place, blocking it from other club patrons.

“But I
can’t find my boyfriend,” I protested.

“Mr.
Donovan is around here somewhere,” the doorman said. He cast a knowing glance
toward a door that I hadn’t noticed against the back wall. The doorman looked
at the door,
then
gave me a conspiratorial look. “I
hope you find him.”

I ran
straight to the door and threw it open. Then I gasped out loud. Chase was standing
there, his back toward me, his body swaying wildly. The waitress was on her
knees, making him moan. I was frozen in shock. He and I hadn’t even gotten that
far in our relationship.

Behind me,
strobe lights were flashing and spinning on the dance floor. Now, with the door
open, the lights were swirling like a constellation across Chase’s body as the
waitress sucked him off. He turned in annoyance, and our eyes met. His eyes
widened with guilt.

I turned to
run. I had to get out of there.
Away from him.
I pushed
through the dance floor, past the twisting and contorting bodies, not caring as
I knocked them left and right. Chase sprinted after me, stuffing his cock back
into his stupid expensive jeans and buckling them up as he ran.

My legs
were unsteady from the booze and the heels, and Chase was gaining ground. I
burst through the front doors of the club and was confronted by the madness of
Sixth Street after midnight. The street was a sea of
drunk
people spinning me as I fought through the crowd. A hand grabbed my arm and
violently yanked me back around.

Chase’s
eyes shone with fury. He grabbed my arms with both hands. I fought to break
loose, my little black dress flapping everywhere.

“Where the
fuck are you going?” he barked.

“Away from
you. Let go of me, Chase. Let go of me right now!”

His grip
tightened on my arms, digging bruises into my skin.

“This is
all your fault,” Chase sneered. “If you weren’t such a tease, I wouldn’t have
been tempted by that slut back at the club.”

“Let go of
me or I’ll scream.”

“I’m
gonna
fuck you tonight whether you want it or not.”

I screamed
and Chase slapped me across the face. His open palm stung my cheek. I staggered
backward, stunned by his despicable violence, and I turned to run when he
grabbed me again, his arm holding me down as he dragged me back to the valet in
front of the club. Why was no one stopping to help me?

“Stop
making a scene,” Chase hissed to me, before turning to a group of people who were
watching us. “She’s really hammered,” he told them, shaking his head.

I gave up
and let Chase guide me through the crowd. The valet pulled around and opened
the passenger door of Chase’s car. He was about to stuff me inside when a
familiar voice called out.

“Let go of
my daughter.”

Chase
stopped and turned. “Mind your own business, old man,” he said.

Patton
stepped forward. “Let go of my daughter, and no one gets hurt.”

“Do you
know who I am?” Chase shrieked.

“Yes, I
do,” my stepdad replied. Then he punched Chase in the nose. Chase crumpled over
backward, knocked unconscious by the blow from Patton’s fist. Chase started to
pull me down with him, but I fell into Patton’s arms, and he caught me before I
toppled over.

Patton
turned to me. His rough hands held my shoulders as he inspected the red mark on
my face. “Did he hurt you,
Evie
?” he asked, brushing
the bruise on my cheek.

I shook my
head. “I’m fine. Really, I am. Please, just take me home.”

VII.

I always
loved the smell of my daddy’s old farm truck. To me it smelled like hard work,
sweet hay, and rawhide leather mingling with the faint scent of long-cut
tobacco. Patton told me his grandpa always had a dip of snuff tucked into his
lip. Somehow the smell had lingered all this time, mellowing and deepening over
the decades.

My melee
with Chase had sobered me up. Now I was sitting in my daddy’s truck as he drove
me back to our house. I stole a glance in his direction, my heart full of
gratitude.

God, my
stepdad was a good-looking man. When I was a little girl and Patton was
courting my mom, I liked to pretend that he was my prince charming. One time he
brought me a beautiful baby doll that I insisted on carrying with me everywhere
I went. In my innocence, I fantasized that Patton was my husband, and my doll
was our baby.

I hadn’t
thought about “our” baby in years and years.
 
The idea of giving Patton a little boy
or girl made me smile. He was an excellent father. I knew that much from
first-hand experience. As I watched Patton driving us home, I felt something
stirring deep inside of me. What if I really did give him a baby?

Why not?

Oh yeah.
Because he’s running off to get himself killed.

Patton was
driving down our street when he glanced at me and did a double take.

“Are you
okay, sweetie?” he asked. “Are you thinking about that spoiled rich boy?”

“No,” I
said, turning away and crossing my arms over my lap. “I don’t care about him.”

Patton
pulled into our driveway and parked the truck. “Then what is it?” he asked.

“You need
to tell me what’s really going on,” I said, feeling the anger bubbling up
inside me. “I heard you and Tugboat talking on the patio.
Something
about a mission.
Something about you both getting killed …
When
was I supposed to find out? When you come home in a
casket?”

My stepfather
slumped against his steering wheel. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have kept you in
the dark. Come inside and I’ll tell you as much as I can.”

“I want to
hear everything.”

“I can’t
give you that,
Evie
,” Patton said. “But I will give
you what I can.”

Inside the
house, I sat down next to Patton on the couch. When I turned on the lamp, his
strong arms seemed to be trembling with emotion. I lay my hand on his and felt
the warmth of his skin.

“This is
hard to talk about,” he began. “It makes me so angry to even think about.”

“You can
tell me,” I said, caressing his arm. “It’s okay. Please, I need to know what’s
going on.”

Patton took
a deep breath and sighed.

“I saw
something I shouldn’t have,” he said. “We had received reports of a weapons stockpile
in a small village outside Fallujah. It was our job to clear out the place and
find those weapons—if they even existed. The truth is we were getting a
lot of faulty intelligence at the time, and it was hard to know what to
believe.

“The entire
village was all mud huts. It was hot that day, so hot. We were going from door
to door, knocking them in and digging through these strangers’ belongings. Then
I heard a burst of gunfire coming from the hut next door. I ran as fast as I
could. What I saw …”

My
stepfather stopped talking. He looked down. I leaned in and stroked his back,
feeling the muscles twitching beneath my fingertips.

“It was an
orphanage,” Patton said. “So many children, so many children. Most of them were
dead, but others were screaming. My commanding officer was pumping slugs into
them to shut them up.”

Moisture
gathered in the corners of my stepfather’s eyes. I had never seen him cry. He
laughed once—the low, pitiable sound of a man with no outlet for his
grief.

“One of the
kids had a toy gun,” my stepfather continued, “so Commander
MacAvoy
shot him. When he realized his mistake, he shot the others. Eliminate the
witnesses. Now he’s trying to get me and Tug killed for the same reason. Dead
men can’t talk.”

A single
tear ran down his cheek, and it was like something inside of me burst. I threw
my arms around my daddy’s neck and sobbed.

“They can’t
do that! They can’t!”

“Yes, they
can,”
Patton
said, trying to swallow his emotion. “I
swore to protect my country, and it’s not up to me to question orders … even
these.”

“Oh,
Daddy,” I wailed, tasting the salt of my tears. “Please don’t go. I already
lost my mom. I can’t stand to lose my father, too. I just can’t.”

Patton
swept my hair out of my eyes and held my face in his hands. I could feel the
coarseness of his palms resting against my cheeks. Staring intently into my
eyes, he used his thumbs to wipe away my tears.

“You have
to be strong,” he said.

I didn’t
want to be strong. I wanted my daddy. I wanted to be so close to him, to
comfort him, to hold on and never let go. Through my tears I didn’t even
realize what I was doing when I pulled my face up to his and softly brushed my
mouth against his. Patton’s lips felt so warm, so soft. I nuzzled them,
silently begging for him to return my affection.

He was
completely still for a few seconds. Then I felt his lips part slightly as they
accepted my embrace. I tasted his tongue as it dipped into my mouth, searching
my own tongue. He playfully nibbled my lips as his hands ran down the small of
my back. One of his hands kept
going,
lower, lower,
cupping my round little ass. When he suddenly grabbed my ass and pulled me
tight against the full front of his body, I gasped in surprise. My whole body
was on fire for him, and I felt a dewy warmth gathering between my legs.

Patton
kissed my ear and neck as a soft moan escaped my lips. I was straddling him
now, grinding into his lap,
the
skirt of my dress
riding up exhilarated to feel the hard bump of his crotch pushing against my
panties.

All of a
sudden, Patton pulled his head away from mine. His firm hands seemed huge as
they held my waist.

“
Evie
, no,” he said.

I bathed in
the gaze of his searching blue eyes. They were full of conflict and passion.

“We can’t
do this,” he said. “You’re my daughter. I love you.”

“I love
you, too,” I said. “But I’m not your daughter.”

“Yes, you
are.”

“I’ve
wanted you my entire life,” I said. “Please don’t turn me away now. Please.” I
buried my face into the hard plane of his chest, my tears wetting his shirt. I
felt his hand beneath my chin, gently guiding my face upward, until my pleading
eyes connected with his.

“You were
my stepdad, but now Mom is dead and I don’t have anyone else,” I said. “I’m a
grown woman. Can’t you see that? Didn’t you see it when I sent you those stupid
photos?”

“Those were
meant for someone else. Not me,” Patton said.

“My
boyfriend gave me the idea,” I admitted. “But I sent them to you. I told myself
it was an accident, a terrible mistake—that I didn’t do it on purpose.
But I missed you so much.”

I kissed him
again. This time Patton did not hesitate, mashing his mouth against mine. His
embrace was so ardent, it almost hurt my lips, and I gasped for air.

My pussy
was aching for Patton’s cock. I crushed my mound against his lap, but it wasn’t
enough. I needed to be filled by him, right now. I wanted to fuck my
stepfather.

Wiggling
out of my little black dress, I lifted it over my shoulders. Patton leaned back
to get a better view, his eyes greedy with desire. I pulled it over my head and
shook my long hair free as it fell over my shoulders. Patton’s eyes ran up and
down my body, lingering on my lacy thong and mismatched bra.

“You are
one hot little girl,” he said. “Damn. There’s nothing like this in Iraq.”

I felt his
hand running up my back. In a flick of his fingers he unclasped my bra. It
tumbled to my lap, freeing my breasts. Patton’s eyes widened. He pulled off his
own shirt, revealing a chest so firm it made me tingly between my legs. Then he
grabbed me up like I weighed nothing and lay me on the couch, kissing me again,
then
kissing my cheek. I moaned with pleasure as he
nibbled his way down my neck, then biting my shoulder so hard it was sure to
leave a mark.

A trail of
kisses led Patton to my breasts. He kissed the sensitive nub of my nipple, and
I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loudly. His tongue teased my nipple,
drawing it tighter, as he caressed my other breast in his hand.

“Oh, my
god,” I cried. “Oh, my god! This is amazing!”

Patton
grunted, still suckling my breast. His hand slid into my panties, and my body
writhed as he groped the mound between my legs. He stroked me with his fingers,
coating them with my wetness. His fingers teased apart the lips of my pussy,
and I nearly exploded when he found my clit. I moaned again and couldn’t stop,
my body clenching and squirming as he dominated me with his fingers.

“Oh, Daddy!
Oh, please,” I moaned. “I want to feel your dick in me. Fuck me, please!”

The orgasm
was building inside me. My whole body was tingling and pulsing with pleasure.
The hot, sexy feelings in my clit radiated up my tummy, up my arms and down my
legs, curling my toes. It’s like I couldn’t move or think. My body tightened
even more and I began to sweat. Then the orgasm hit me like a crashing wave.

“Oh! Oh!
Oh!” I panted, my fingers digging into Patton’s hair. “
Ahhhhhh
.”

Daddy
looked up, and I smiled contentedly. “That was amazing,” I sighed.

“It’s not
over yet,” he growled.

I yelped
with surprise as Daddy grabbed my small, sweaty body and threw me over his
shoulder. He stormed down the hall past my bedroom. My body was draped over
him, and the blood was rushing to my head as my long hair trailed down his leg,
nearly touching the floor. With excitement I realized he was taking me to his
bed.

My ass was
in the air, and my body was bouncing on his shoulder as he walked me toward his
bedroom. He peeled off my panties and dropped them on the hallway floor, and I
was entirely naked.

Inside
Daddy’s bedroom he threw me down on the soft mattress and stood before me. The
room was dark but I could see his hulking frame backlit by the light from the
hall.
Those impossibly wide shoulders and the hard, heavy
chest tapering down to his abs and narrow waist.
He was still wearing
his blue jeans, and I could see the bulge tenting against the denim.

At that
moment I wanted nothing more than to put that dick in my mouth, to
to
suck him off and drink down his cum. Practically
drooling with desire, I crawled to the edge of the bed and fumbled with his
belt buckle. The zipper came down and I reached into his boxers, freeing his
dick. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped when I saw how big it was. I honestly
had no idea my daddy was packing such a meaty cock.

I was
afraid it wouldn’t even fit in my mouth, and I glanced up at Daddy.

“Go ahead,”
he said, a devilish gleam in his eye. “Taste it.”

I had never
even seen a cock in real life, let alone tasted one, but I didn’t dare to
disappoint my daddy. Following his orders, I tentatively kissed the swollen
head, running my tongue around the tip. It was warm and delicious, and I could
feel my mouth salivating for it. He pushed between my lips, my mouth opening
wider and wider as I tried to accept as much of him as I could. It was too big
and made me gag.

“Try
again,” he urged. “Open your throat and relax.”

Daddy held
the back of my head and guided himself into me again. This time I did as
instructed. The meaty shaft filled my mouth and pushed down my throat. I
started to gag again. I couldn’t breathe and was choking on his cock. But Daddy
held firm, and I reminded myself to breathe through my nose. To my surprise my
throat opened and Daddy pushed even deeper, going in and out. I submitted to
him completely as he fucked my mouth.

“Fuck,
that’s good,” he murmured. “Touch my balls.
A little softer.
Oh yeah, that’s the way.”

I felt his
muscles clench, and I got ready for him to blow his load down my throat. I
couldn’t wait to taste cum for the first time, and it made me so hot to know
that Patton would be my first. A ragged moan escaped Patton’s lips and he
thrust his cock down my throat. His seed exploded in my mouth, all salty hot
goodness hitting the back of my mouth. I greedily gulped down as much as I
could. Some of his cum ran out of my mouth, and I licked it back in. It tasted
like nothing I’d ever experienced, but I couldn’t get enough. I thought it was
delicious.

I sighed
with satisfaction.

“Don’t get
too comfortable,” Patton grinned. “You’ve been a bad little girl and I’m just
getting started.”

Patton
shoved me back onto the bed with such force it nearly took my breath away. He
grabbed my thighs and jerked me to the edge of the bed, then spread me open and
buried his face between my legs. I was already dripping wet and now I howled as
he licked my hard little clit. My bare ass was twitching in a puddle of my own
wetness, and I cried out when Patton thrust his fingers between the slick folds
of my pussy. With his tongue on my clit and his fingers curling against the
walls of my pussy it was more than I could bear. I let out a scream as the
second orgasm ricocheted through me.