Billionaire’s Quarry: A Billionaire, Bad Boy, Romance (An Alpha Billionaire Romance Boxed Set) (77 page)

Rachelle

Beads of rain drip down the window as I finish up my last test. The day’s been long, but it’s almost over and I can go home and make myself a cup of coffee and read a book.

It crosses my mind that Peyton wanted to take me to a special dinner to celebrate the end of this semester, but I just feel like unwinding at home, alone. Kip and Peyton have been the best friends I’ve ever had.

Friends are a thing I’ve kept at bay as well as boyfriends. People confuse me. When there’s only me, there’s no threat of upheaval. I’m not going to screw myself over, so it’s safe that way.

I turn in my test after answering the last question about food safety and leave the classroom. It’s four in the afternoon, but you wouldn’t know that as the sky is grey with rain clouds.

Even if I wanted Blake to come, he’d not be able to make it in this weather.

I should’ve told him he could come yesterday. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I want him to come like I want air to breathe, but I can’t say the words.

My umbrella opens, but half of it pulls up and breaks as the wind pulls it. I ditch it in the nearest trash can and make a run for my car. The little, white, 2012 Honda Accord’s lights flash as I hit the button to unlock it.

I slip into the driver’s seat and put on my seatbelt. One look into the mirror on my visor shows me a soaking wet girl, with wide eyes. She looks back at me with water streaming down her face.

The fact some of that water is tears is something I’d rather not think about. Some of the other people who I have classes with talked about the parties people were throwing them. Others talked about where they were going to celebrate.

Though no one’s fault but my own, I’m feeling sorry for myself that I shut out all who wanted to make this a special time for me. I grab a few napkins from the glove box and wipe away the tears.

My face is left pale and my eyes look huge and tired. I am tired. So damn tired of living life like this. I shake my head and water is thrown all around my little car as the rain leaves my long hair.

With slight determination to make some much needed changes in my life, I press the gas and leave the parking lot. No school for a month and all the time in the world as I have the month off from the restaurant I intern at.

The boss said I could go in if I want, but I don’t think I’ll want to do that. I’ll go home, take a nice, hot bath and put on my PJ’s and relax.

Alone.

Blake

The rain pounds the windshield of the car I rented this morning at the airport. Thank the good Lord I decided to take off super early this morning instead of waiting to see if Rachelle would let me come see her after she finished her classes.

Using the GPS and the address Kip gave me to her apartment. I wait outside of it for Rachelle to come home. My heart pounds as I have no idea of how she’ll take this.

I pray she doesn’t see it as an intrusion into her life. But truth be told, I think that’s the only way to get into her life is to force your way in. I have a bouquet of flowers in the passenger seat and a bottle of red wine too.

A little, white Honda pulls into a parking space in front of her apartment. Kip said she drove a little, white Honda Accord. The door opens, and she darts out of it, going straight to her ground floor apartment and then she’s gone inside. 

Here I go!

I need all the luck I can get to make her happy to see me. I run through the rain, flowers and wine in one hand. I’m soaking wet already. I pound at the door. Not how I planned on knocking, but the driving rain makes it hard to have the patience I would normally have.

The door flies open. Her eyes are wide and her hand is over her mouth. Then her arms go around my neck and her mouth is near my ear. “I’m so happy to see you!”

Thank God!

Her little body, I lift up and walk inside, closing the door, leaving the rain and wind comfortably behind us. Kisses she trails over my neck and down my cheek until her lips touch mine.

Heat shoots through me and I have to stop walking. My arms are around her, but I have the wine and flowers in the one hand. I pull my mouth away just long enough to look around and find a place to sit the things down.

Her reaction to me is better than I thought it’d be. I put the things down on a little table by the door. “Miss me?” I ask with a laugh.

“Shut up and kiss me,” she says then cups the back of my head and pulls me to her.

Her mouth is hot and her tongue slips over mine. I can’t believe how glad she is I’m here. Moving my mouth to trail little kisses over her neck, I say, “Sure am glad I came without waiting for you to ask me to.”

Rachelle places her hands on either side of my face. Her blue eyes dark. “I was just about to take a hot shower. You’re soaked too. Why not join me?”

Putting her feet on the floor, I say, “Lead the way.”

She takes my hand and leads me to the one door off the little living room. Her bedroom is small and has a blanket the color of chocolate on the queen size bed. The curtains on the windows are the same color.

  Thunder rolls outside as she opens the door to the little bathroom and reaches in to start the shower. She turns back to me and starts unbuttoning the blue button up I have on.

Once she has it open, she runs her hands over my defined abs. “Oh, even better than I imagined they’d be.” Her hand goes for the button on my jeans and I grab it, stopping her.

I pull her red shirt off over her head and unhook her red, silk bra. Her breasts are perky and her nipples are erect with the cold. I run my hands over them. “Even better than I remembered. Gorgeous.”

With a smile, she unbuttons my jeans then unzips them and pushes them down. My black, tight, boxer briefs are all that’s left, and she hooks her thumbs onto each side.

“Uh, uh,” I say as I take them away.

I unbutton and unzip her jeans and push them down, revealing red silk panties. She smiles and then she pushes my underwear down as I push hers and we stand before each other naked, finally.

She takes my hand and steps into the shower. I follow her in and the hot water is welcomed by us both as our bodies were a little cold from the rain. Rachelle squeezes some fruity smelling shampoo in my hand then turns away from me.

I rub my hands together and run them over her long, black hair. Suds form and I massage her scalp as she makes a little moaning sound. Leaning her under the water, I rinse the shampoo out.

No make-up left at all as she blinks her eyes open. “You are a true beauty.”

My mouth is on hers without me realizing I was moving forward. My hands flow over her narrow shoulders, down her arms to her tiny waist. She tangles her hands in my hair as she lets me deepen our kiss.

I press her small body against the wall and run my hands down until I have both her ass cheeks in my hand. It’s taking everything on me to only caress them. I want to pull her up and slam my dick into her. But I won’t. Not yet.

Pulling my mouth from hers. I let her go and take the shampoo and pour some in her hand. “Do me.”

She smiles as I turn away from her and I have to lean way back for her to reach my head. Softly, she rubs the shampoo in. Then rinses it away. “My plans were to take a long hot bath when I got home. This is much better, I must say.”

The shampoo all rinsed out, I stand up straight and take her back into my arms, lifting her up. “What else did you have planned I can make better?”

“I was going to curl up in my bed and read a book,” she says with a grin.

“Let’s do that then. I’m not here to interrupt your plans. Only to enhance them,” I say then leave a little kiss on the tip of her adorable nose.

After turning the water off. I carry her out of the shower and see white, fluffy towels hanging on a towel bar. I wrap her in one and wrap one around my waist after running it over my hair.

“Your curls are amazing,” she says in a whisper.

She presses at her long, dark stands with her towel. I pick her up and carry her into her bedroom, tossing her playfully on the bed. She giggles and I find the sound sends jolts of electricity straight through me.

“Get your book and I’ll get the wine and some glasses. And don’t you dare put a stitch of clothing on. You and I are going to lie naked in your bed while we read the book you have to each other.” I walk out of the bedroom and hear her laughing.

Going to her small kitchen I easily find where she keeps the glasses and take a couple of wine glasses. I see a glass vase and take it, filling it with water for the flowers I bought her.

I bring in the flowers, the wine and glasses and find her underneath the blanket and digging in her nightstand. She looks up at me as a smile spreads across her beautiful face.

“You brought me flowers? How did I not notice them before? They’re gorgeous. Put them on my dresser so I can look at them.”

I do as she’s said and take the wine and glasses to the other side of the bed and place them on the nightstand. She folds the blanket back for me and pats the bed. I lose the towel and her eyes go right for my package.

She turns away quickly as red covers her cheeks. I climb into bed and act like I don’t notice her reaction. Pulling the blanket to cover me, I lean over and look at the cover of the book she has on her lap.

“Steamy,” I say as I pick it up. A tall man with dark hair holds a blonde woman in his arms. “Let’s see what this is about.” I turn back to grab a glass and fill it with wine and hand it to her.

She takes it and smiles, shyly. “Thank you. We can find another book to read. I have my Kindle in the nightstand. I can find something on that maybe more to your liking.”

I pour myself a glass of wine and take a sip then turn back to her as I set the glass down. “No, that books fine.”

I pick it up. “I’ll read to you first.” I pull her back to lie on my chest as I run an arm around her. I hold the book up and begin to read the first line. “Once, a long, long time ago there was a princess who longed to find her prince.”

Rachelle

My skin is on fire where its touching Blake’s chest. He’s reading to me and all I can think about is how badly I want him to press me to this bed and make crazy, hot love to me.

He puts the book down and squeezes me. “I want to offer you something. Before we get any further into this book you’ve picked out.”

I turn to look at him. “What kind of offer. I don’t accept charity, Blake.”

His head shakes, making his little curls bounce around his handsome face. “It’s not charity. It’s an investment. I’d like to buy you a restaurant. Anywhere in the world you want.”

I want to accept so bad I can taste it. The menu designs spring up in my head before I can even speak. It’s my one wish to own my very own restaurant.

“I can’t let you do that, Blake,” I say as I look away. “It’s very nice of you. But I can’t accept that. Thank you for offering.”

“Why not?” he asks. “I know it’s like the only thing you really want in this life and I can help you make that dream come true. Let me. Please.”

I shake my head. “I can’t. Blake, I don’t know the first thing about really running my own place. I can cook, but all the business part, well, I don’t know how to do that.”

“We can find someone who does, can’t we?” he asks. “As a matter of fact, I could pick up where I left of with college. I was only about a semester away from graduating with a Bachelor’s in business. I could finish and I could run that part of it.”

How fantastic would it be to have a place of my own to cook what I wanted?

“So it would be yours too. I could just work for you then. It doesn’t have to be mine.” I trace a line over his tight stomach.

“No,” he says as he pulls my hand up to his lips and drops a sweet kiss on it. “I want to give you the whole thing. I can help you, but it will be yours.”

“Blake, what if I’m no good at it and it doesn’t make any money? I couldn’t do that to you,” I say as I bury my head in his wide chest. “It’s just too much.”

“I’ve got a ton of money, Rachelle. Believe me, it’s not too much.”

It makes a little bit of sense. “Maybe it would be a good idea. I’d like to try one here, in Los Angeles. It might be fun to find a place and fix it all up.”

“So say yes then, baby. Not maybe, yes!” He tickles my ribs a bit, sending me into a fit of laughter.

He stops and I’m left near breathless. He looks at me with the most sincere expression. I place my palms on his cheeks and say, “Yes.”

Surprise invades the sincerity of his expression and he smiles. “Did the word, yes, just come out of those perfect, red lips of yours?”

I nod and he laughs. Something deep inside me makes me hot as hell for this generous man and I find myself climbing over him, straddling his body, pressing my inner heat to his waist.

“What are you doing?” he asks as I pull my body up his, sliding it along his taut muscles.

“I’d really like it if you’d do a little more than cuddle me.” I reach up to run my hands through his hair.

He takes my wrists, stopping me as he looks deep into my eyes. “You don’t have to do this, just because of what I’m doing for you. That’s not why I offered you that.”

I return his look. “And that’s not why I want to do this. You showing up here like you did was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. You pushed me out of my comfort zone and I found myself happier than I’ve ever been. I just want to see if you can make me any happier than I am now.”

The blue nearly leaves his blue, brown eyes as they darken. He tugs at my hair as he runs his hand through it. “You really want this? Cause it won’t be just sex, baby.”

“What will it be?” I ask in confusion.

“It’ll be a commitment I make to you, and you to me. It will be what cements this thing you and I have. Where you’re concerned, I feel extremely possessive. When I make you mine, you will stay mine.”

I’d laugh if he wasn’t so fucking intense right now. His hand runs over my back then he does the same with the other one, pulling me down to him. His body is hot and mine is quivering with need for him.

“Make me yours,” I whisper though I’m scared to death what that really means.

“As you wish, Rachelle.”

Rolling me to my back, Blake rakes his fingers across my chest. One breast he takes into his large hand and leans over to kiss it then he takes a little pull on it. A harder pull he makes and I groan as it pulls something deep in my stomach.

His hand runs over my stomach and down between my thighs. Soft strokes he makes up and down my heating folds. My little bud he takes between two fingers and twirls it until it aches.

Between the way he’s sucking my breast and pulling on my clit has me shaking with desire with the need for him to fill me. But he’s not making that move yet and I’m about to fall over the edge.

This is the first time a man has made me orgasm. I was unsure I could under a man’s touch. But Blake is no ordinary man. One more press of his finger against my clit and a hard tug on my nipple sends me screaming his name as I fall into the abyss.

My legs shake as he releases my breast and moves down my body. His tongue darts inside me as he places his hands under my knees and pulls them up. My body is pulsing with the orgasm and he tastes the juices his touch made.

I shiver as his wet, hot tongue glides up my folds and taps at the swollen bud. My hands fist in the sheets as he kisses me gently there. His hands run around, cupping an ass cheek in each one as he pulls my body to him.

His sweet kiss goes hard in an instant and he nips at my little bud, making me scream for him. “Blake, God! Blake, please take me!”

I can feel him smiling and he licks at my folds with a fervor I’ve never seen before. Like an animal, he licks every part of me, as if he’s marking me with his scent. Little bites he leaves behind every lick he makes.

My body is growing hyper-sensitive with his attention. Nipping and sucking at my clit, he stops suddenly and looks at me. I open my eyes to see why’s he’s stopped. I’m so close.

“Come!” he orders and stares into my eyes.

As I look at him, my body starts climaxing and I can’t seem to look away from his dark eyes. He smiles and leaves gentle kisses on my sex before he kisses all the way up my body as he glides over me.

My vagina pulses and when I feel the tip of his large dick against it, I nearly come again. He can’t get inside me fast enough. I arch up to him and he presses me back down.

“Slow, baby. Let me take you how I want to. You’re mine now. To protect, take care of, and cherish. Let me do that.”

He moves closer and slides his tongue over my closed lips. I part them for him and he slips it in. The taste of myself in his mouth has me ravenous for him. Yet he holds back as the ache I had for him continues to build inside me.

His dick toys with the edges of my vagina. A little dip he makes then pulls it up and runs it over my folds and presses the satiny tip to my clit, swollen to the max.

My breath comes in spurts and his kiss goes deeper. His tongue runs over mine at the back of my throat. My body shakes as his cock presses into me a little more than just the tip.

My hands run over his back and I press gently on his ass to go deeper. He pulls back out, making the tiniest of strokes. My vagina is quaking for him to give me more.

Short, little strokes he makes. It’s taunting the shit out of me, making me squirm beneath him to try to get him to move his thick dick deeper into me. He pulls his mouth from mine and grins.

He thrusts hard into me up to the hilt of his long thick, and hot dick. I gasp as it fills me entirely. Warmth spreads through me as he leaves it there. My body has to stretch to accommodate his girth.

He pulls out all the way, slowly. The space he leaves cries for him to go back and I have to hold back tears that threaten to flood as I’ve never felt this good before. Lowering his head, he takes a bit of flesh from my neck between his teeth and bites it as he pushes into me hard again.

I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to hold him to me. I don’t ever want him to leave me. I never want this to end.

He pulls out again as he kisses my neck then my shoulder then my lips. And he strokes back into me with a vengeance. Deep, hard strokes he makes as he kisses me, his tongue mimicking what his dick is doing to me.

My hands roam freely all over his back and into his hair before going back to his ass and reveling in how his muscles moves as he does. It’s magnificent and I can’t believe how lucky I am.

A tear escapes and then another as my body arches up to his. I never needed anything or anyone so damn much and I find myself afraid. But I can’t stop. I have to feel him inside me, stroking and easing a pain in me that has lingered so long I thought it was a part of me.

It’s not though. I can feel it leaving me. As if he’s somehow pushing it away as he takes my body, making it his. Seems his body wants none of that pain mine has kept hidden deep inside. It’s pushing it all away. Leaving an empty spot where it was.

Pleasure and happiness begin to fill the voids and my tears stop flowing as he loves me. I arch up to him and try to let him know how happy he’s making me. I want to please him as much as he’s pleasing me.

Time stands still as my body splinters into a million pieces then reforms as his tenses and heat fills me as he holds me tight to him.

That was nothing like the sex I’ve had before, not one damn thing like it!