Billion Dollar Bad Boy (Big City Billionaires #1) (17 page)

Heat pushed at the back of my throat. It kept going, I quickly rubbed at my face to stop the overwhelming tears. “Idiot,” I said, my smile cracking. “You're going to make me cry over not fucking me in a sex club. How can you do that to me, huh?”

He pulled me to his side and kissed my temple. The sweetness went out of him, his hard fingertips searching between my thighs. “Let's get out of here before I change my mind. I need you right now.”

Shivering, I let him guide me through the crowd. “Waiting till we get back to your place will be hard.”

“My place?” He chuckled, glancing at me. His hand squeezed. “We're not going that far.”

“Then where...?” We stumbled past the security guard. The alley air was cool, welcome on my searing skin. I knew what he was planning, just seconds before he ripped his car door open and shoved me inside the backseat. My ass slipped on the smooth leather.

The door slammed behind him. “Let me eat your pussy,” he growled. “I need to taste you. I've never been so fucking hard, Pet. I'm going to bury my face between your thighs until one of us passes out.”

My eyes fluttered, pleasure weakening my muscles. It was easy for him to spread my legs, driving me further into the seat. Then he hiked my dress up, freezing at the sight of my soaked panties. When he bent close, tugging them off with his teeth, I realized he might be serious about promising to eat me out until one of us was unconscious.

“Hold on,” I said, pawing at his hair. “I want to go back to your place.”

“No. I can't hold off that long.”

“You don't have to.” Sitting up, I climbed into the passenger seat. He gave me a curious look, so I leaned over to the driver's side and made a lewd motion.

Laughing, he hooked his arm over the back of the seat. “Road head?”

Flushing, my eyes sparkled with my excitement. “Is that the name? I've never done it.”

“You've given blow jobs, though?”

“I—yeah.”

“Do you promise not to bite?”

I blinked in horror. “I'd never!”

Smirking, he tugged me towards him by my hair. “Good girl. Then move over.”

I scooted out of the way so he could climb into the driver's seat. When he looked at me expectantly, I inched forward into his lap, my hands on his thighs. The sensation of his palm on my scalp tweaked my senses into overdrive.

He turned the key, and I yanked down his jeans.

Silver rocked in his seat, growling and vibrating with need. Gripping the base of his cock, I suckled the tip carefully.

It was a wonder we made it back to his place in one piece.

Silver

S
he peeled the dress over her head, standing against the wall. I sat up on the bed, my cock bouncing like it was nodding along with me. “You're the fucking sexist woman I've ever seen,” I whispered severely.

Alexis had put on the white corset beneath her dress, it and her heels were all she wore; the panties had been left in my car. There was a coyness in how she held herself, but it was surface level.

I'd never known someone so genuine as her.

So
real.

Perhaps that was why I'd become so obsessed with her. I couldn't have said during my many hours of frustrated mulling. I definitely couldn't have said now.

“It looks alright on me?” she asked, turning her body to try and examine herself. It was a pose that could have made anyone else look awkward. On her, it was a compelling flex of her body that made my fingers ache to not be touching her.

Sitting up fully, I motioned to her. “Get over here before I tackle you where you stand.”

Light pink washed over her cheeks, the blush I loved so much. Making her react was addicting. I didn't think I could go on without that.

And I didn't plan to.

Alexis swayed my way, her hips tempting me with their gentle curves. Reaching out, I caught her by the wrist, pulling her on top of me. A tiny squeak escaped her surprised smile; sealing her lips, I ate her joy and longed for more.

This fucking woman... what was I going to do with this painful need for her?

What
could
I do?

Keep her by your side,
I sang in my skull.
Never let her leave. Never let her dare to try.

Alexis... my Pet...

She belonged to me.

“Silver,” she whispered thickly. It wasn't my name. I'd had her use it from the start, because back then, I'd still had the delirious idea that I could satisfy my urge for this girl.

I'd had every intention of walking away when I was done... and I hadn't wanted her to know who I was, where I worked, any of it. It had always worked with the others.

Why not her?

“Take this off,” she said. Bending against my bare chest, she scratched at the corset like it was choking her.

My smirk was a razor; she shivered at the sight. “Alright,” I said, my hands caressing down her middle. I kissed her shoulder, then I inhaled her scent until my lungs threatened to burst.

One by one, I snapped the hooks on the front of the corset. The black vines decorating it wilted, peeling away to reveal the creamy expanse of her skin. Sucking at my own tongue, I yanked her so that she was sitting on my chest, rolling my cheek down her stomach.

She gasped, fingers tangling in my hair like she wanted to stop me, or force me to go faster. Could she be as swept up as I was? Was that even
possible?

“Perfect,” I said, circling the dip of her bellybutton. “Beautiful.” My lips tattooed her bare hip, the corset parting like curtains on the most wonderful day. In front of me she was naked, but it wasn't
enough.

I wanted to expose Alexis down to her soul.

Shoving her backwards so that her pussy hovered over my briefs, I shuddered. My shaft strained at the material, willing itself to break free so it could fill her up. Holding her hips, I ground her down, forcing her swollen clit to rub against my hard-on.

Throwing her head back, she moaned. The sound sank into me, fueling me, making my eyes darken. Lying below her, her breasts cast me in shadow. I'd have hidden from the sun for years if it was because of her.

To my surprise, she reached down, pulling my cock through the top of my briefs. I was almost too entranced to stop her, but before she could penetrate herself, I gripped her waist and held her still. Her frustrated wriggle was torture. “What are you doing?” I asked.

“Fucking you, or trying to.”

I watched her with pure curiosity. “We need a condom.”

The richness in her eyes warred with the green of her earrings. “Do we?”

Fucking hell.

She met my eyes—not with calmness, but with desire. “You'd risk carrying my child just to fuck me raw?”

Her fingers brushed mine, then went further, gripping the base of my cock. “Fuck me,” she commanded.

“That's what I'm supposed to say.” Pushing her hands away, I guided my stiff cock into her. She slid down on it slowly, groaning all the way until she was sitting on me. Gritting my jaw, I arched up, not satisfied with holding still.

Licking my thumb, I stroked her clit. She fell forward, hands on either side of my shoulders and her hair in my face. The sensation of the soft strands tickling over me was maddening.

Capturing the back of her head, I yanked her to my seeking teeth. We kissed violently, sharpness and force that was meant to satisfy a carnal, animal urge neither of us had experienced before.

I'd chased this feeling for so fucking long.

It had been here.

All along...

It had been with her.

Vindication gave me strength, my need to come drove me. The condo was filled with the wet sounds of our fucking. My Pet, she whimpered and moaned and even screamed. Not once was it an act.

“Silver, I'm so close. Fuck, I'm so close, please...”

Taking the hint, I circled her clit faster; harder. I played with her smoothly, never slowing down. I was as everlasting as any machine could have been.

Her pussy thrummed, sending hot ripples up my stomach. My balls flexed, sweat coating every inch of our bodies. Alexis was soaked, wetness escaping her perfect thighs and dripping down my cock.

Burying my face in the dip of her throat, I growled. Pressure exploded, my come filling her again and again. Still she squeezed me, like what I was giving her wouldn't be enough. She wanted me,
all
of me. Fuck, I was eager to give it up.

Together we slowed down, her weight settling on top of me. The symphony of her heart calmed me. The gentle sway of her lungs matched mine. We were synchronized in a way meant for old lovers.

For some time, neither of us spoke. I was too in my head, absorbing the reality of what was going on in my world. Was she thinking the same thing?

Alexis shifted, her eyes finding me through her drapery of hair. “Do you...” She stopped speaking.

“What?” I prompted her.

Looking to the side, her eyebrows crinkled ever slightly. “Nothing.”

“No, tell me.”

Alexis wasn't watching me, but she also wasn't looking at the wall. Where was she in her head? What did she see? “This thing we're doing,” she whispered. “Have you done it before?”

Gently, I guided her off of me. We both winced when my cock slid free. “You're thinking about what Gerard said in the club.”
That fucking asshole.
I'd come close to knocking him out just to shut him up.

Tucking her hair behind her ear, she shrugged. “I am. And I'm also not. I don't know.” Her laugh cut into me. Right then, I thought I'd tell her anything—everything—if she only asked. “Am I just another girl you'll forget about?”

In front of me, she seemed to shrink. This wasn't the woman I knew. This was a stranger to me. The Alexis I wanted was strong... giving... and willing to put others before herself. Where had all that confidence gone?

My fingers brushed hers on the bed, making her look at me. “I could never forget you, Pet.”

Her lips made the shape of an archer's bow. “Really?”

“Really,” I said seriously.

Her green eyes sparkled, considering me dubiously. I must have passed her test, because the tension slid from her body in a great wave. She kissed me, a soft, quick thing that had as much impact as if it had lasted for hours.

I didn't speak anymore when she hugged me, and I didn't argue when she ran off to clean up in the bathroom. As I watched her slip out of view, her voice still chatting at me through the walls, I let my smile fade... and I endured the painful secret rolling in my skull.

I'd never forget Alexis. I knew I couldn't.

Because I'd already tried to.

Alexis

I
t was a bluish black throughout the condo. The giant curtains blocked all but the most bare fragments of the early light outside. It highlighted the smooth, strong shoulders and back that faced away from me.

Shifting gently so he wouldn't wake up, I stretched out on the pillow and just... watched him. I counted his breaths, how his ribs would flare and make his tattoos ripple like the sea. He was gorgeous when he was awake, but there was something beautiful about his sleeping face.

Peaceful,
I realized.
I don't get to see him like that.

It was too easy to stay there. Of course, my rumbling stomach became the first problem. My need to pee came second, and then my caffeine headache joined in.

Carefully, I slid out of the blankets. The bed didn't make a sound, it was one of those expensive brands that they brag about on TV, the kind where they'd show how good it was by jumping next to a glass of red wine on the mattress.

Ducking into the restroom, I navigated in the near-dark. When I was done, I tip-toed across the smooth wooden floors. Silver had bought me a pink “I Heart LA” hoodie from the airport; I snatched it from the suitcase, knowing the morning weather would be a little chilly, even here.

Tugging it over my messy hair, I winced as it caught the edge of my emerald earrings. I hadn't been able to take them off, they'd become a constant companion for me.

Hurrying to tie on my shoes, I gathered my phone and my purse and quietly snuck out the door. Riding the elevator, I smiled at myself in the mirror, humming a perky tune. I felt so
alive,
so fucking good!

Being with Silver was like taking a shot of adrenaline right to the heart.

I was nearly whistling by the time I was standing in line at the Starbucks right outside the condo. The barista slid me my change, then a grey tray with two paper cups of coffee stuck in it.
I hope Silver likes it black.
To be safe, I grabbed up a few packets of sugar.
Shit, is he a splenda guy, a raw sugar guy, what?

My phone was buzzing. Sighing, I abandoned my sweetener crisis and used my free hand to dig out my cell.
Maybe it's Silver, wondering where I am.
My screen blew up with a myriad of texts. I didn't know the number... but reading the first sentence, I realized who they were from.

Unknown: Alexis, I'm sorry if I upset you. I don't know why you ran yesterday, but I'm sorry.

Unknown: And I'm sorry to send you this, because it might make it harder.

Unknown: But I need your help. I still believe you can be the key in this crime.

Unknown: This is the last thing I'll ask of you.

Detective Roose.
I knew he had my number, but he'd never messaged me like this. The last text was a video. My thumb was pressing down before I even considered what he'd sent to me.

Instinct can be a real bastard.

On my screen, a black and white video rolled. I saw people standing around, the angle difficult to read any faces. It had to be security footage, a camera set in a high corner.

Then I saw myself.

Crushing the phone, I began to hyperventilate. I looked so young, a sweet and innocent eighteen year old. I was wearing a dress that I didn't recognize, a fluffy thing that made me glow in the video when compared to the rest of the muted world.

That's a dress I created!

The last one I'd ever made.

I was shaking so hard I nearly dropped my phone. My hand twinged; I was close to shutting it off, or throwing it so that it smashed forever.