Stolen: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (Heists & Hearts Book 1) (2 page)

Everything about her turns up my desire, and as if to underscore that point my fingers slide between her pussy lips as if they were invited. She is sopping wet and shudders with every brush of my finger. 

I am beyond crazy with wanting her. I don’t care what she wants. I can’t handle it any more. I want to fuck her hard. I want to fuck her deep. I want to fuck her until I come inside her.

JILL

His fingers have my entire body on fire, and his cock is sliding up and down my ass crack, teasing my pussy with how close it is. I’m ready to beg him to fuck me. And as if he was reading my mind, he pulls back, and before I even know what he’s doing, he grabs my tights and pulls them down to my ankles. 

I glance back. I want to see him pull his shorts down so I can feel his cock against bare ass and then in my pussy. But before I can see anything he grabs my shoulders and pushes me forward. “Bend over and grab the bench.” 

Without hesitation, I bend forward and grab the bench. My legs are spread, my tights are around my ankles, my top is near my shoulders with my tits exposed. I feel his knuckles against my ass, and then his hands slide his cock—so hard and big—up and down the crack of my ass. 

DIRK

I lied. With her bent over, her pussy wet and spread in front of me, all I need to do is fuck her. But for some reason I can’t. I have to ask the question. My dark soul needs to hear it, even at this moment. It’s who I am. So I say the words, hating myself for it. I need her to want it, too.

JILL

“Beg me to fuck you,” he growls, and as he says the words I realize that at that moment it is the one thing I want more than anything in the world. 

“Please fuck me,” I whisper.

“Louder,” he says, and as if to torture me into doing it, he slides the head of his cock between my pussy lips and then pulls back. 

“Oh god, fuck me. Please fuck me. I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”

And my world explodes in pleasure as his hard cock drives inside me. His hands clutch my hips so hard it is almost painful, but I love it. He wants me so bad he won’t let go. His cock slides in and out, while his balls slap against my clit. He is so big that each thrust fills me completely, and my orgasm builds quickly.

“Oh yes. Don’t stop. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me,” I moan. I don’t even have to stroke my clit to help myself along. I’m being fucked so completely that I’m going to come any second.

DIRK

It is an unbelievable fuck. She’s bent over. I’m holding her hips tight, while I pound her with my cock, and her tits are swaying back and forth. She is tight but so wet that it’s perfect. She is begging me to fuck her, and it is so hot that I’m getting ready to come, and then she starts to moan and say she’s coming, and that does it—I’m coming too.

Her legs tense, and she is so overcome with pleasure she reaches back to stop me from thrusting, but I won’t. I can’t. I thrust and hold it, then thrust and hold it, and the third time she is squeezing her legs together and shaking as my hot cum shoots inside her. I slowly slide my cock in and out a few times, enjoying the sudden jolts of pleasure as she moves her body.

I step back and watch as she lowers her forehead to the weight bench. She is panting, and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anything sexier than her soaking up the pleasure of me fucking her. Something that she wanted so badly she was willing to beg for it.

And something I wanted. And got. 

JILL

He pulls up his shorts and walks into the men’s locker room. I am a mess. Every nerve ending in my body is wired from the strongest orgasm I had ever experienced in my life. My legs are still twitching as I pull up my tights. I consider waiting for him to leave the locker room, but I have to clean up before I see him again. I just have to. I go in and take a shower, wondering as the hot water stings my face if he will be waiting outside for me.

I badly want him to, but as I start to think more clearly I know what the moment actually was—a horny hot guy saw me as a convenient fuck. That it was an amazing fuck didn’t change the fact that it was just a fuck. He won’t be waiting for me. I’ll probably never see him again. 

As I dry off, I try to convince myself that I’m okay with that.

DIRK

I have to see her again. 

I had fucked supermodels. I had fucked three girls at the same time. A famous porn star came on to me at some business event on the West Coast, and we spent all night with her trying to shock me with how she’d let me use her body. But 
none
 of those things were as hot as what I had just experienced.

I can’t do it, though. She may have the perfect body—the tits, the hips, the curves, everything—and she may have gladly lost herself in the passion once she let go, but she is still the quiet girl with the body politics issues. I am the absolute wrong person for her.

I take broken things and through pain and hard choices make them better. I’m not the kind of guy who takes perfect things and then breaks them. 

JILL

It is ten o’clock, and as I adjust the weights on the leg machine I am thinking back to the night before. It is so hard to let go of what I had experienced with the stranger. The whole experience was both dirty and raw and yet—dare I say it—romantic. I linger on the memory of him holding me, his arms wrapped around me, and then him kissing me on the neck. Just thinking about it makes me shudder.

I have to let it go, though. Clinging to impossible hope only leads to disappointment. I’m not worried, however. I may be lost in the possibility now, but I’m very good at acceptance. I just need time. So many people take my acceptance of pain and loss as a weakness, but I look past all the setbacks and insults and pain and keep moving forward. That’s how I get through life. I keep moving, ever always forward.

I start my reps. I’m in good shape and strong, even though my body refuses to go along and look like I’m either of those things. I finish just as I see him enter. He looks stern, almost angry. He scans the gym. There are only a handful of us in the room, and he stops when he sees me. He pauses like he wants to leave, and that’s when I realize he is hoping to avoid me. 

The thought devastates me. He wants to work out. He just doesn’t want to work out in my presence. He’s not only moved on, he’s actively trying to avoid me. As he’s standing there, my heart drops as the awful moment gets worse: Cody and Parsons from Central walk in past the stranger, and they immediately see me.

“Look, Cody, it’s the rookie.”

“Good idea working on your legs, Benson,” Cody says with a sneer. “Your chest is plenty big enough.” Parsons snickers and shoves Cody in the shoulder.

“Not that anyone would actually want to see your tits.” 

I stand up, which doesn’t stop either of them. They stride over all full of arrogance and bravado, intent on unleashing maximum embarrassment in front of an audience. 

“Fuck off,” is the only response I come up with.

“No thanks,” Cody replies.

“Yeah, we have standards,” Parsons adds, which elicits more laughs from the two of them.

I go to turn away, thinking that just ignoring the assholes will make them leave me alone. Instead, Cody grabs my arm. I pull out of his grip and spin around. “Look, asshole, do 
not
 touch me.”

He stares at me and then takes a slow step back. “You should be thanking me, Benson. That’s the only touch you’ll ever get from a guy.”

I think about the night before and smile. That reminds me that the stranger is near the door, and when I look over, I see him still standing there, his arms crossed, the anger on his face is clear. My smile turns into a frown. 
Great, he’ll never talk to me again now.

Parsons seems confused by my reaction, but not for long. “Here’s some advice, Benson, just because people think that cops eat a lot of donuts doesn’t mean that you actually have to eat a lot of donuts.”

“Fuck you,” I reply, and as I turn away, I catch another glimpse of the handsome stranger. He is staring at me, looking so judgmental that it practically breaks me. I grab my workout towel and walk off to the locker room and some peace. 

When the door to the locker room closes behind me, I start to cry. So many emotions collide within me—happiness over the night before, anger over being verbally harassed and embarrassment over not saying the right thing when it happened, and, more than anything, a deep sadness over my handsome stranger seeing me as someone to avoid and then watching as I illustrated exactly why he should avoid me.

Why do the other cops have to be so cruel? I never did anything to earn their venom and spite. Why did the handsome stranger have to be here tonight? Couldn’t he give me a few days to live the fantasy of his interest?

I strip out of my clothes and walk into the shower, turning the water as hot as it will go. With each stinging drop, I try to burn the previous ten minutes from my memory. 

If only I had been alone with the handsome stranger. I picture him standing there, his cut body almost naked, his cock pressed against the thin material of his shorts. Maybe—just maybe—I could have renewed his interest in me.

I take a deep breath and walk through that fantasy, thinking of all the things I would do to him to show him how much he would miss without me. As the water massages my skin, I’m glad that I can think of something better than the humiliation I had just experienced, but I’m sad knowing that I am just creating another unattainable fantasy. 

Guys like that had no interest in a girl like me, other than as a convenient fuck. 

DIRK

The moment I see her I know it was a bad idea coming back in the evening. I see her face, it brightens with a quick smile, and I know that she wants something I can’t give her. But I can’t stop from staring at her. Her hair is in a pony tail again, her smile has the glimmer of a dimple, and I see what I experienced last night—a hot body with curves that just scream sex, and an innocent face that hides a bottled up desperation to use that body with the right guy, and I know that guy is me.

I am yearning to fuck her again. And again. And again. 

She swings her leg over the machine, and I want to take her right then and there. It is the way she moves. She not only has an insanely hot body, she uses it with a focused intent. I think of how she used her ass to stroke my cock. She knew exactly what she was doing, and that thought drives me crazy. I cross my arms and steel myself to just leave. 

That’s when the two knucklehead cops walk in. 

They see my girl, but while I see barely contained raw sex in her, they see a target. As they talk, I learn that she is a rookie cop. The two older cops are giving her a hard time. She is not dealing with it well, and I consider stepping in, especially when they start insulting her about her weight. She lowers her head, and the fact she is tacitly believing them enrages me.

Before I can do anything, my girl marches off to the locker room. I walk over to the two assholes as they are laughing and chatting.

“You know, I’m trying to figure out what your goal is here.” I look at the Parsons guy. I had assessed him as the follower and a weak link in their idiotic chain of bravado. 

“Excuse me?” He turns to look at me, a kind of restrained anger in his eyes. He looks like he 
wants 
a confrontation. Okay, then.

“Well, you’re sitting here insulting and harassing a young woman. That means you’re either an asshole or you were trying to drive her away so you can be alone with your boyfriend here.” 

There was a moment of silence that just fills the room. I love it.

Finally, he replies, his voice slightly tinged with uncertainty. “Are you calling me gay?”

“Well, of the two, it’s the preferable option.”

Cody walks right over and gets in my face. “Look, asshole, why don’t you just take a shower. We’re both cops, and it wouldn’t be hard to find some reason to drag you to the precinct.” 

I laugh in his face, and he looks confused. “So let me get this straight. You harass a co-worker, and then you hide your tiny dicks behind your badge.” 

Cody looks like he is going to explode. “Another word, and I’m hauling you off in handcuffs.” I just smile. “What’s so funny?” He looks even more confused. I know his type all too well. He has his go-to threat, and when that doesn’t work, he is lost.

“Let me put it this way. I 
really
 want you to haul me off in handcuffs.”

Cody looks over at Parsons, and as I glance at Parsons, it is clear that he recognizes me. He has this deer in the headlights look. 

“You’re… Dirk St. James,” Parsons says, a touch of awe in his voice.

I shrug. “That’s what it says on my driver’s license.”

Cody backs up a step and turns to me. “What the hell are you doing in the Dumbbell? You’re a billionaire. I mean, this place is a dump.”

I’ve seen it again and again. The asshole confronts me, and the moment he realizes that I’m that billionaire guy he had heard of, the attitude changes to awe and curiosity and sometimes even fawning adoration. 

I look around the gym. “Let me give you some advice, officer: Joy isn’t found in a field of flowers. Joy is created in plot of dirt.” 

Officer Cody gives me yet another confused look, and then frowns. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means he’s so rich that he can be happy anywhere, even a dump like this,” Parsons replies. 

They both look at me, and I shrug. “Close enough.” The girl is still in the locker room, and I 
need
 to find out who she is. I know I’m the absolute worst thing that could happen to her, but I can’t help myself. I need to unleash her passion.

“Another bit of advice.” The two idiots keep quiet and are totally into my billionaire brilliance. “If you want to get ahead, treat everyone well. You never know when they can help you.” I nod toward the locker room.

Cody shrugs. “We were just teasing her. You know, giving her a hard time. We all do it to each other.”

I nod. “Here’s my final bit of advice: Learn how to read the fucking room.” They look oblivious, although it is amusing how they hang on every one of my words. “Okay, lesson time is over.” I nod my head at them. “Officers.”