Bought by the Billionaire Brothers 6 (5 page)

"I don't know
but I can guess. Vince was in love with Isabel and he wanted to lash out at me.
He didn't feel I deserved to know. Nolan, probably didn't want the publicity. I
don't know, all I know is that this is damn near unforgivable."

"No it's
not," Penny disagreed surprising him. "You've been fighting with your
brothers for so long it's time to let it go. Isabel died. How long are you
going to let her ghost chase you around? I hate to be blunt but this is the way
that it is, Isabel is gone she is part of the past and so is your baby. You
have your whole future ahead of you, if you would just grab it. If you chose
you could have gobs of children and be an amazing father to each and every one
of them but instead you're choosing to drown yourself in alcohol over something
that happened in the past. You can’t change what happened. Don’t use it as an
excuse to fight with your brothers over misplaced guilt. Get over it, Dillon.
Stop living in the past."

"Easy to say
when you're not living it."

"No, actually
it's not easy to say. But I think it's something that needs to be said. I've
only known the Buchanans for a relatively short time but in that time I've
learned a few things. You are all selfish jerks. You used people for your own
advantage and you let money draw your moral boundaries. Basically, what you've
all learned is that money doesn't buy happiness. It's a trite statement but it
is so true. When I was growing up my Papa didn't have a lot. But I always had
lots of love. Can you say the same? From what I've heard about your father he
wasn't very affectionate. Kids need love not an endless bank account. You have
an opportunity to be different and change and so do the twins. Take a chance
and
be
different
."

"I don't know
how to be different."

"Sure you do.
You were different with me." With that soft admission she leaned forward
and brushed a soft kiss across his lips. "I saw the real you for a brief
moment and I liked that man. I liked him a lot. But I don't like the man he
pretended to be because you're so consumed with bitterness and anger so when
you're ready to let the true you come through I'll be here, waiting."

"You're an impossible
romantic," Dillon said his gaze softening. "How does someone like you
navigate the world without being crushed by people like my family?"

“I'm tougher than
I look,” she retorted dryly. "Now, would you like me to call you a
cab?"

He looked wounded.
"You would toss me out on my ear in my state?
 
What if I trip and crack my head open?
All manner of nasty things can happen to a poor drunk man suffering from an
overindulgence of scotch and a heavy conscience."

She laughed.
"Fine. You can take the couch."

"I have a
better idea," he suggested, catching her hand and pulling her closer.
"I say I stay right here, in this bed with you. I promise to keep my hands
to myself.”

"I don’t
believe you,” she said.

He shrugged. “Now
how is that my fault?” he asked, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it
to the floor. He began to unbutton his jeans and Penny gasped and covered her
eyes. “What are you doing?” he asked, amused by her reaction. “There’s nothing
here you haven’t seen already,” he reminded her.

“I know that,” she
said, scowling from behind her hands. “But I don’t need to see it again. At
least not like this.”

“And how is that?”
he asked, sliding from the bed. He pulled her hands away from her face and she
met his gaze, willing herself to stay strong but he was quite possibly the most
beautiful man on the planet and it simply wasn’t fair. Her gaze dipped to the
hard muscles of his abdomen and she sucked in a shocked breath at how quickly
arousal spiked through her. Oh damn. Her resolve was slipping already. She
tried staring at him crossly. “What are you doing? How are we supposed to be
friends if you keep trying to seduce me?” she asked.

He laughed, the
sound causing ripples of awareness to jolt her backside. “Whoever said I wanted
to be friends?” he asked, plucking at the ties on her shirt until the two
halves slid open and revealed a creamy expanse of shoulder. His gaze darkened
and he drew her into the shelter of his embrace before she could whisper a
protest. He teased her mouth with the press of his lips, the taste of alcohol
still on his breath, as he said silkily, “You and I were never destined to be
friends, sweet little dove.” He tightened his grip on her possessively. “We
were destined to be lovers.”

She gasped as his
mouth covered hers in a sweet, yet savage kiss that shook her to her toes. She
clung to him as her knees threatened to give out and all good intentions went
out the window. She ought to tell him to get the hell out, that she wasn’t
interested but her body was readily making a mockery out of such a foolish
declaration. A craving so sweet and sinful that she could barely stand to voice
had begun to take over her senses, stealing her resolve and turning her mind to
mush. All that mattered was Dillon’s touch and how he managed to make her
tremble like a leaf in the wind.

They tumbled to
the bed and within seconds their clothes evaporated between them. The moment
his mouth closed on her nipple she nearly lost herself in wild abandon, holding
him tightly to her breast as he suckled like a baby, drawing the sweet flesh
into his hot and greedy mouth with an insistence that sent spirals of need
straight to her heated core. God, she’d missed him! There was no one who
compared to Dillon. He made her body sing and her heart dance. “Ohh, Dillon,” she
gasped when he released her nipple and quickly buried himself between her
thighs, giving her no time to protest or refuse, not that she would. She
thrashed as he devastated her feminine folds, seeking out her clitoris like a
beast after a meal. Her hips thrust against him, pushing herself closer and
deeper to his marauding mouth and she clutched the bedsheets as she crashed
into her climax with violent swiftness.
 
“Ohhh, God!” she cried, shaking as wave after wave shook her body, her
muscles clenching in unison as her orgasm buffeted her senses. Before she’d
even recovered, her head still in a daze, Dillon was pushing his cock inside
her. She groaned as she took his length, stretching to accommodate his girth.
She clutched at his back, gasping as the tip of his cock rubbed perfectly
against her G-spot in a tantalizing way and she wrapped her legs around him to
get a deeper connection.

“Penny,” he
murmured against her mouth, sweeping his tongue through her mouth to slide
sensually against hers. She moaned into his mouth, loving the feel of his body
on top of hers. The delicious weight of his hard body pressing her into the
mattress gave her a wicked thrill that she adored. “Oh God, why are you so
perfect?” he said with a deep-chested moan. “Good God, you’re like a drug in my
system.”

She buried her
face in the crook of his neck while he plunged himself deeper and deeper inside
her ready heat, the head of his cock pummeling her core with each pleasurable
thrust until she was nearly mindless with the sweet sensation of being fucked
by her bad boy. “
Yessss
,” she cried,
throwing her head back as she slammed into another orgasm, this one rocking her
harder than the first. “Oh, God, yes, Dillon!”

He groaned as he
filled her moist heat, shuddering in great, racking shakes of his body, until
he was completely spent and collapsed, rolling off her with a loud, satisfied
exhale as he recovered. Penny slowly came to her senses and rolled to her side
only to find Dillon knocked out cold. “Damn,” she murmured, pushing a chunk of
hair behind her ear. So much for getting him onto the couch. She sighed and
tucked him under the covers and then climbed in beside him. If Dillon was
hellbent on sleeping in her bed, so be it; she was going to enjoy a night
cuddled up to him. Who knew when it might happen again?

Dillon slowly
awoke, momentarily disoriented when he didn’t immediately recognize his
surroundings but as he realized who was sleeping beside him, everything came
back to him in a hazy rush. He closed his eyes against the harsh pounding of
his head and quietly climbed from the bed, careful not to wake Penny. After
swishing his mouth free of the taste of metallic sludge leftover from too many
glasses of scotch, he splashed his face and went to the kitchen, his mind on
coffee and breakfast, but not necessarily in that order. Hell, he’d made a huge
mess of Penny’s life. What had he been thinking to come here? His feet had,
apparently, been on auto-pilot because he didn’t actually remember purposefully
showing up on her doorstep. He remembered calling a cab but not necessarily the
address he’d given the driver. Well, he thought drily, he supposed that mystery
was easily solved; he’d given the cab driver Penny’s address.

And then he’d
seduced her into having sex. Dillon leaned down on his elbows and tried not to
stick his head in the grinder for being such a dick. He had no business messing
with Penny any longer. But he’d be a liar if he said he hadn’t slept like a
baby curled up beside her. Maybe it was a combination of alcohol and sex but
he’d enjoyed a dark oblivion, which he hadn’t experienced in a long time. Sleep
had long become his archenemy as work obligations had often corrupted his
ability to simply drift off into La-La Land. But not with Penny. Sleeping
beside Penny was near to heaven.

Fabulous
. Just what he needed
. More shit to cloud my judgment.

Penny appeared in
the doorway looking delectably tousled and sexy as hell and he had to restrain
himself from bending her over the kitchen table for round two.
 
“I made coffee,” he said, gesturing at
the fresh pot brewing. She nodded and slid onto the barstool at the counter. He
poured her a cup and pushed it to her. She didn’t say a word and simply lifted
her mug to jolt her system awake with the help of caffeine. “I’m sorry,” he began,
figuring he ought to start there. “I shouldn’t have come here last night. I
don’t know what happened.”

“I’m not sorry,”
she said, shocking him as she regarded him over the rim of her coffee mug. “I’m
not sorry one bit.”

“Why not?”

“Ask yourself
this…why do you think you came here?” she countered.

“I was drunk and
horny.”

“Don’t be
deliberately crude to shock me and stop dancing around the emotional element in
all this. You were hurting inside. And you came here. To me.”

He didn’t want to
accept her simple logic because it created too many other deep questions that
he wasn’t ready to answer. She may be right but he wasn’t willing to go
there.
 
“Penny, why do you do this?
You read more into a simple act than it warrants. I needed a place to crash and
when I drink too much, I want someone to fuck. End of story.”

“Stop it!” She put
her mug down forcefully, causing coffee to slosh over the sides. Her gaze
burned a hole into his soul, demanding the kind of emotional honesty that
scared him. “Haven’t you learned a damn thing since Isabel? You shut her out
and lost her — 
and your baby
— because of your stupid pride. I know you care for me, Dillon
because I care for you in the same way. Do you think I wanted to fall in love
with you? Hell no. You were the last person on the planet I wanted to feel
anything for but sometimes fate has different plans and you and I, for whatever
reasons, feels right. Admit it. When you’re with me, you feel different, more
alive.”

He scowled, hating
that she was right. He stared her down. “Don’t you get it? I don’t love you!
You were a means to an end. I wanted to hurt my brothers and you were an easy
way to accomplish that goal. I’m not cut out to play house and I’m not about to
start trying when I know for a fact, I would fail miserably at it.”

“I don’t believe
you, you stubborn jerk,” she said hotly, rising from her seat. “You’re just a
coward who’s too afraid to admit that for the first time in his life, he wants
something that he’s too afraid to grab with both hands. All your money doesn’t
mean crap if you’re too stupid to realize when you have something within your
reach that could be really amazing!” She stomped out of the room and slammed
the bedroom door, causing him to follow quickly, if only to set the record
straight once and for all.

He kicked the door
open and it splintered the jam, startling Penny as she gasped in shock at his
aggression. “What the hell did you just do to my door, you jerk? You’re paying
for that, by the way,” she said with a dark glower as she pulled her night
shirt from her body, exposing all of those lovely curves. “Now, get out. I need
to shower — this booty call just ended.”

“You’re not a
booty call,” he said with a low growl. Why ‘d she have to take her shirt off?
How was he supposed to remain focused when all he saw were those gorgeous
breasts? Her eyes flashed with knowing yet she looked away, still angry. He
stalked her into the bathroom and she gasped in irritation that he’d followed
her. “Get this straight, I don’t think of you like that. Okay?”

“Make up your
mind. Just five minutes ago you claimed the only reason you showed up here was
because you were horny. I’d say by definition, that is a booty call.”

“What do you want
from me?” Dillon asked, his gaze devouring her lovely body. He itched to cup her
full breasts and bring them to his mouth but somehow, by the grace of God, he
kept his hands to himself. He lowered his voice, suddenly losing the will to
put up a front. “Penny, you deserve far better than me.”

“Such as your
brothers?”

“No.” He nearly
growled. He couldn’t stand the thought of Penny being with his brothers…or
anyone else for that matter. Damn it all! He claimed her mouth in a sudden
movement that shocked them both. His tongue sought out hers and they tangled
together in a sensual dance that immediately plumped his cock. He pulled away
reluctantly to stare down at her. Her eyelids fluttered open and she regarded
him with quiet grace. Why was she so beautiful? So perfect? He’d never find
another woman like her and he knew it but what was he willing to offer her?
“I’m a mess,” he admitted softly. “I don’t know how to deal with everything
I’ve learned in the past twenty-four hours. I want to kill my brothers for
keeping such a huge secret from me, but a part of me is tired of fighting with
them.”