Bound by the Texas Billionaire (BBW Erotica) (Billionaire BDSM) (Billionaire Domination) (10 page)

“Macy!” A long-legged girl flung herself at Macy. “I haven’t seen you in ages.” The two hugged and Logan realized the other girl, well woman really
, had to be Macy’s younger sister, Allison. The woman he was, in essence, sending to medical school. For the first time in a long time, he felt a sense of pride in how he was using his money. She had the same dark brown hair as her sister and her eyes were the same rich chocolate color but not nearly as beautiful. She was also taller than Macy by several inches and didn’t carry as much extra padding even though she was still a curvy girl. He was sure both things had managed to piss Macy off on more than one occasion. He held out his hand. “Logan Quinn.”

She shook his hand
, introducing herself in a serious tone. “Allison Trent, medical student.”

The somberness instantly fled. “Oooh, I’ve wanted to
do that forever,” she squeaked.

Logan realized
squeaking and squealing were apparently Trent traits when excited or surprised. He wondered if Macy would do that later tonight when he spanked her for her comment in the car. The vision of her in a leather thong, better yet, the leather harness, still had his dick hard.

Done saying hello to her sister,
Macy took his hand and steered him through the crowd, calling out hellos as they moved through the swarm of bodies. It reminded him of going clubbing in his younger days—a huge out-of-control mass of humanity. The only difference here was that everyone was related to one another.

In minutes they were free
, standing in the kitchen. One woman stood at the stove while two others sat at the counter chopping vegetables.

“Hello, Mama.” She dropped his hand and greeted the one at the stove. The woman turned
and smiled, her already happy face lighting up even more.

“Macy! It
’s been way too long, baby-girl.” She grabbed her by the cheeks and squeezed. Macy suffered through the enthusiastic greeting before giving her mother a kiss on the cheek.  The women were almost the same height and almost the same shape. Curves obviously ran in the family. What did they say? Look at a woman’s mother and you’ll see what she’ll look like in twenty years.

Whoa. Where the hell that thought come from? He wouldn’t even remember Macy’s name in twenty years, much less wonder what she looked like.

Or would he? He’d known from the beginning that Macy was trouble. He’d never entered into a relationship with a woman who worked for him. Not even one remotely involved in any business deal. With Macy, he’d broken that rule not once, but twice.

“Logan, are you
alright?” Macy and her mother were looking at him with concern.

Was he alright? Hell, no.
He’d just looked into his future and saw the emptiness that awaited him.

He stepped forward. “Logan Quinn.”

His hand was clasped between two softer ones and squeezed tightly. “Logan Quinn. It is a pleasure to meet you. Macy has spoken of you often.”

“Mmm, I just bet she has. It would be interesting to know what she said, Mrs. Trent.”

“Enough of that.” Macy quickly turned Logan away. “I need to introduce him to Grandmother.”

“Are you afraid to tell me what you said, Miss Trent.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I’ll tell you what I told my mother, if you tell me what you told Osaka.”

“Fair enough.” Logan’s face closed up and his gut tightened
when he remembered Osaka’s offer to buy Macy’s time for the evening. The thought of that man’s hands–or any man’s hands for that matter–on Macy had filled him with a murderous range that had been totally alien to him. He’d wanted to leap across the table and pound the man’s face. Jealousy? Had that been what he’d felt? What. The. Hell.

“L
ogan, this is my Grandmother, Alessandra Tartaglia.”

He tu
rned his attention to the white-haired woman ensconced in a chair in the informal seating area attached to the kitchen. A group of young children sat around her playing with a wide assortment of toys and games.

The woman
’s face still held the traces of her younger beauty even at ninety. He took the hand offered and brought it to his lips in a traditional Italian greeting.
“Ciao. E bello per incontrarLa.”

She reached up and brushed her
other hand against his cheek. “Macy, at last you have brought home a good Italian boy.”

He hadn’t been called a boy in long time. In fact, he’d never wanted to be called a boy again. It implied weakness and a lack of maturit
y. But coming from the lips of this woman it sounded good. Almost familial.
“Io sono Texano.”

“What did you say to her?” Macy asked.

Logan’s brow rose. “You don’t speak Italian?”

“No,” she huffed. “And I can’t speak Japanese
either, so don’t look so incredulous. You’re glad I can’t speak that apparently.”

Logan felt
a genuine smile form. “I told her I was not Italian, but Texan.”

The old woman’s dark eyes lit up.
“And I told him, so is my Macy. You will make a good match. You should have paid more attention to me when you were young and you would understand all the sexy things this man says when he is inside you bringing you joy.”

“Grandmother
!”

“Hush now
, girl,” she scolded, then clapped her hands together. “What have you brought an old, old woman for her birthday? Perhaps the last one she will enjoy on God’s good earth.”

Macy softly scolded the woman
back for such talk, but placed the gift in her wrinkled hands. Immediately she oohed and aahed over the professionally wrapped present just as Macy knew she would. “Before you open it, you have to promise me you’ll accept this, no matter what.”

Her grandmother’s
fingers stilled and she looked between her granddaughter and the man by her side. Her grandmother could always tell when someone in the family was doing wrong. “What have you done,
Bello
?”

Macy grinned.
That was one word she understood. Her grandmother always called her precious. “Nothing too outrageous. But promise me anyway.” A Trent did not go back on their word and both women knew that.

“I promise I wi
ll turn you over my knee –”

“
I can see where Macy gets her stubbornness, signora,” Logan took Macy’s hand entwining their fingers together. “And do not worry, if Macy deserves a spanking, I’ll be sure and give her one. The present is from both of us. Please accept it with all the affection and respect with which it is given.”

The older woman’s
hand fluttered over the rectangular box. “From both of you?”

“Yes.
”

She threw them one
last look before opening the package. A single piece of paper lay in the bottom of the box. Her hands trembled when she picked it up and a string of Italian burst forth, bringing all activity in the kitchen to a halt. Macy’s mother and aunts rushed into the room.

Alessandra
thrust the paper into her daughter’s hands. “Read, my
figlio.
Read what our Macy has done.”

Other exclamations
followed and soon everyone was pressed inside the small kitchen and living area. Logan had offered to fly any family member who wanted from Italy to Texas in his private jet.

During the rush of congratulations,
Logan pulled Macy to the side of the crowd, eager to get away from the cheek kissing and back slapping he received once everyone heard of Signora Tartaglia’s present. And who was responsible.

“Perhaps we should have waited until we were all outside.”

“Perhaps.” Logan wasn’t complaining though. Macy’s firm backside was pressed against his front and the more she wiggled to get out of the way as others pushed through, the more he found he was enjoying himself. Eventually the excitement died down to stunned amazement and the family went back to whatever they had been doing before Macy’s big reveal.

As the crow
d thinned, a loud voice boomed. “Who is the man, Macy? Who is this man who has his hands all over you?”

Macy’s father stood in fr
ont of her. A descendent of Italian-immigrant parents who had moved to Texas in order carve out a better life for their family. Her father came from hardy stock and was a big man. Not as tall as Logan, but his shoulders were actually broader thanks to the heavy physical labor he had done for the last thirty years. In spite of his Italian background, he was Texan through and through.

“Daddy.
” Macy smiled radiantly and stepped into the big man’s arms.

“Baby g
irl, you’ve stayed away too long.” He gave her a fierce hug. When she tried to step back into Logan’s embrace, his arms stayed around her shoulders. “Not so fast little girl.”

Macy s
ighed. Besides her lack of confidence concerning her looks, this was another major reason why she hadn’t dated much in the past. Her father usually put her sister’s boyfriends through the ringer and then some. It was more than a little uncomfortable to have it happening to her. Now. With Logan.

“Daddy, this is Logan Quinn, my
boss
,” she emphasized. “Logan this is my father, Anthony Trent.”

Logan shook the other man’s hand tryi
ng, again, not to grin. “A pleasure to meet you, sir.”

“
Um-hmm. I’ll just bet.”

Macy could feel the heat of embarrassment flushing her face but Logan didn’t seem the least bit bothered by her father’s remark. She was afraid that if they stood there much longer, the interrogation would begin and then she’d be really mortified.
Before he could say anything else, Macy’s mother walked over and gave her husband a swat on the behind with the dishtowel that seemed to be a permanent fixture in her hands.

“Behave, Tony, or I’ll have to punish you later.” The look she gave her husband was hot enough to melt butter.

“Mom!” Macy gasped, her tone reflecting her shock at her mother’s behavior.

Macy received a stern glare and the famous Italian wagging finger.

“Oh, don’t ‘mom’ me. You gonna stand there and tell me you won’t want this one,” she jerked a thumb toward Logan, “when there’s a little snow on the roof? I don’t think so.”

Blushing to the roots of her hair, Macy was saved a reply when her father grabbed her mother and
tugged her toward the kitchen.

“I am so sorry about that…ohh,” Macy yelped as Logan turned her, pulling her against him and bending his head low.

“Well?”

Blinking to clear her head, Macy looked up at the face that would forever be indelibly imprinted on her mind. “Well, what?” she stalled.

“Will you still want me when there’s snow on the roof?”

Oh dear Lord.
There was just no way to answer that without getting into trouble.

She laughed, faking a mirth she didn’t feel and hoping he wouldn’t see through her. “I think that unless you’re going gray in two weeks, there won’t
be an opportunity to find out.”

She pulled out of his arms, missing his narrow-eyed look tha
t said he was not satisfied with her answer. “Let’s go get something to eat before it all gets gone.”

*****

“A little stunned, are we?” Macy grinned at him as she plucked a piece of fruit from his plate.

“A little,” he admitted.

“I warned you.”

“That you did. But I’m glad I came.”

“I’m glad too.”

They fell silent, sharing each other’s food and watching the interaction between Macy’s family.
The party had moved outside once the food had been declared ready. It was mixture of both traditional Italian fare along with down home Texas barbeque.

“How did you
r families come to be in Texas?” He set their plates aside and leaned back against the trunk of the tree they were sitting under. He pulled her in his arms, nestling her against his chest.

“My
mother’s grandfather couldn’t find work in the city during the depression. He heard they were hiring for cattle drives so he came west so to speak. My father’s grandfather did the same.” She grinned up at him. “Take two Italian ranch hands and you get one hundred percent Texan. Me.”

“Mmm.”
He closed his eyes, feeling more at rest than he’d felt in years.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

Macy poked him in the ribs and he grabbed her finger
, bringing it to his mouth for a quick nip.

“Ouch.”

He twined his fingers with hers once more when she tried to pull her finger away.

“
Behave or I’ll have to punish you, Miss Trent. And I don’t think your parents would object.”

A fiery blush rose to her cheek
s. “You don’t really think they–”

“Do what we do? Maybe. You never know what goes on behind closed doors.”

Logan knew that if the couple had ever indulged in the dom/sub lifestyle, they would have pretty much had to tone it down when their children came along. Or go out to the clubs. He’d seen several married couples at various clubs around the world.