Mr. Forrester: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (28 page)

"How about we go catch some laps in the pool? I packed my swimsuit."

I raised my eyebrows. "Swimsuit? I didn't know you had a swimsuit, even. I've never seen you in one."

"I'm still able to hear you!" Dad called from the study. "I said I'm okay with it, but watch it!"

Krystal and I looked at each other and laughed. "Sorry Dad,” I said, and we hurried down the hallway. Once we were out of Dad's listening range, I leaned in, still laughing softly, feeling giddy that we'd gotten that off our chests. "So what's this about a swimsuit?"

"Why don't you go up to your room and change, and I'll meet you poolside and you can find out for yourself?" Krystal said, her voice dropping to a sexy purr that sent tingles through my body. "Yuki won't have moved our bags yet."

"Two minutes, I'll meet you at the pool," I said, sprinting down the hallway. I needed to change, and I needed to try and get rid of the erection that was forming in my pants. I just hoped the pool water was cold, or there might be trouble.

K
rystal
and I didn't see Sandra until dinner time, where she came in after Dad, Krystal and myself were already sitting down. I was worried she wouldn't come at first, wearing the same clothes she'd been wearing that afternoon. Dad was the same, although Krystal and I had changed after going swimming.

"Sorry you three, I was just trying to wrap my head around all of this," Sandra said as she sat down at the small four person table that was used by the family when we didn't have guests. Castelbon Manor had three dining rooms, a grand room for the occasional large dinner party, a small family one we were using now, and one that was used by the servants when they took their meals. Yuki also had one in her house on the grounds, but I'd only seen it once. Her house was her house, after all.

"Mom," Krystal said, but Sandra held her hand up. Krystal closed her mouth and looked at her mother, worry on her face.

"I spent the afternoon walking around the grounds, thinking. Julian, I'm not trying to be mean spirited, but your history would make any mother worry about her daughter. But, I also trust Krystal, and know she can take care of herself. So if she loves you, then I'll accept it. I'm not saying I'm comfortable with it, or even okay with it, but I love my daughter, and I love my husband. So I'll accept it. Over time, if it all works out, I'm sure I'll be more comfortable."

Dinner was semi-relaxed after that, and pretty delicious, my father has a good kitchen staff at the manor. As we ate, the four of us talked, making sure to avoid the topic of our relationship.

"So Julian, where are you thinking of doing training?" Sandra asked as she cut her fish. "Gold's, Cross fit, what are you thinking?"

"To be honest, while I might get more initial meetings with clients that way, I don't think I could convert them very well, although Gold's and Powerhouse might be an option," I replied. "They'll have the members who might be looking for my type of build while aren't really hardcore. I've got a couple of independent gyms in mind as well, no names you'd know, but they're good. The challenge with those types of places is the trainers who work there really know their stuff. I'm going to be the total new guy, in a gym of trainers who I would hire if I needed help."

Dad nodded sagely. "It's an interesting conundrum. Have you thought about working in one place and doing your own workouts in another? No offense Julian, but that ink of yours would intimidate a lot of the housewives and office workers who have the disposable cash for your services."

"I'd thought of it, I'm not sure what I'm going to do," I replied. "In any case, I think I can work hard at it. I spent enough years partying at least."

Our conversation continued throughout dinner, and by the end, it felt like as regular a family meal as I'd had with my father in ages. Krystal and I kept our looks at each other to a minimum for Sandra's sake, and we finished dinner on a good note, some grilled figs with crumbly bits and something Krystal called a compote. I didn't know what it was, but I enjoyed it. In fact, I'd say it was the best meal of my life up until then.

After dinner, we went upstairs, finding that Yuki had moved Sandra's bags into my room. It made sense, the space was slightly bigger, and I did have a king sized bed in there. Closing the door behind us, I looked at Krystal, who was more beautiful than ever for me in the lamp light. "Well, this has gone a lot better than I expected," I said, coming over and hugging her. "Thank goodness for that."

"Hey Julian?" she said, returning the hug. "Would you dance with me?"

"What?" I asked, incredulous.

"Last time we were at the Manor together was our parents' wedding. I remember dancing with you then, and I could tell both of us wanted a little something more. So, would you dance with me here?"

"Of course. I'd love to," I said, going over to my old stereo. The CD collection was almost ten years old, but I didn't mind. "One rule though. No Steinman."

Krystal rolled her eyes and smiled. "Agreed. No Steinman."

I looked through what I had, and quickly realized I didn't have anything appropriate for dancing. "Damn.... I'm not exactly set up in here for slow dancing. Fat Joe, Eminem, Ludacris, Linkin Park.... huh. Guess I listened to a lot of overly aggressive stuff when I was in high school."

Krystal came over and looked through the old CD album with me before shaking her head. "Wow. You definitely had some anger issues based off of your choice in music. You don't even have a guilty copy of Nelly Furtado or something like that around."

"I have an idea though," I said, going over to our bags. I pulled out my laptop computer and turned it on.

I pulled up Youtube, and typed in the search bar "slow romantic dance songs," selecting a playlist that popped up. I didn't know the song, but the saxophone that came out was sweet and sensual.

I've never been much of a slow dancer, tearing up the floor in the club is more my style. When I'd told Krystal that our first night knowing each other, I wasn't lying, even if I did have nefarious intentions at the time. However, the feeling of her lush curves resting against my hands, the look of her black eyes looking into mine, and the glow of her skin in the bedroom lamp light let me get past it, and our bodies moved together in their own rhythm. As the bass guitar and the horns led us, we came closer and closer, her breasts brushing against my chest and her arms coming to circle my neck. "Julian?" she asked, as the first song ended and we were so close I couldn't feel any space between us.

"Krystal?"

She pulled my head down. Her lips slid over mine, and I could feel the soft warmth of her breath on my skin as she traced down my throat to the V of my shirt. She brought her hands to the buttons, sliding them free while she kissed and sucked at the skin that was exposed.

I couldn't hold back any longer, and I scooped her up into my arms, Krystal giving me a little squeak of surprise as I carried her over to the bed, tumbling into it with her. "I love you, Krystal Aksoy," I said as I ended up on top, pinning her wrists above her head.

"I love you too, Julian Castelbon."

We kissed again, hot and fierce, our tongues almost fighting with each other. Spending the whole day without being able to even hug or kiss had left both of us desperate, hungry for the other. I heard a seam tear as we tore at each other's clothes, and I wondered which of us had ripped the other's clothes off. Krystal had worn a soft summer dress after the pool, and her breasts were free underneath the flowing white cotton. I'd changed into my standard house wear of athletic pants and a t-shirt, so neither of us was wearing anything difficult to remove. I stroked my hands over her breasts while we kissed, amazed again at how beautiful she was. The soft swells fit my palm perfectly, with her hard brown nipple poking in between my fingers, stiff and responsive to my light pinches and massages. Krystal was gasping into my mouth, and I knew that she was wet and ready for me.

"How do you want it?" I asked her, looking into her eyes. It was one of the things that I'd found was so great about sex and making love with Krystal. When we were in the mood, we could make slow gentle love, face to face and exchanging soft kisses while our bodies moved together. It was some of the best feelings I'd ever felt.

That night though, we were both hungry for more. Krystal turned over and got on her knees, looking back over her shoulder at me. "You know what I need."

The sight of Krystal's firm, apple shaped ass pointed towards me, the soft lips of her pussy already gaping and glistening in the light was naughty, it was raunchy, and it was so erotic that I almost lost it for the first time in my life. My hands trembled a little when I took hold of her waist, and looked her in the eye. "So perfect."

Krystal kept her eyes on me as I sank my cock deep inside her, until my hips were settled against her glorious ass. The nights of almost constant sex had let her accommodate my size without any pain on her part, while at the same time she was still as tight and clingy as ever to me. Her mouth opened in a sexy looking O shape as I finished burying myself inside her, before breaking into a smile that set me on fire. She turned her head and lowered her chest to the mattress, reaching forward to hold onto the far end of the bed. I pulled back, letting her wonder for just a second before thrusting hard and fast, the sensation driving the breath out of both of us.

I'd love to tell you that I was able to give Krystal endless orgasms that lasted until the moon set and we were both trembling on the edge of exhaustion, but we'd been keyed up for too long. Instead, I hammered her hard and fast, my hips slapping sharply into her ass while she howled her pleasure into the sheets. I was glad the master bedroom was on the other side of the house as I couldn't hold back either, grunting and panting as her pussy massaged my cock. My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt my climax rushing up, and I sped up faster. "I'm close," I warned her, holding her trim waist tight as I felt my cock tremble inside her.

"Me too," she moaned in between little cries from the collision of our bodies, punctuated by the wet slapping sound. I counted backwards in my head to give myself that extra ten seconds of endurance, which was all I could muster, a rarity for me.

Thankfully, it was enough. "Fuuuuuccckkkkkkk," Krystal screeched into the blanket, followed maybe two seconds later by my incomprehensible grunt as I also orgasmed, my balls drawing up tight before almost painfully exploding, filling her with my come. I knew she wasn't on any protection, we'd talked about it, but neither of us cared. We'd let fate or karma decide that issue for us.

My hips finally relaxed after what seemed like an eternity, and I rolled to my side, pulling Krystal with me to spoon while my cock deflated and slipped out of her. Kissing the damp skin of her neck, I held her tight and let my exhaustion overtake me. "I love you."

B
oth of us
were more tired than we thought, and after a quick clean up, we slept soundly through the night. I woke up the next morning to the sound of soft knocking on the door. Looking down, I found myself naked still, and Julian was sleeping deeply. I rolled out of bed and hurriedly pulled on a bathrobe that I saw hanging from the back of Julian's door before opening it.

"Good morning," Yuki greeted me softly. She looked over my shoulder and saw Julian sprawled out on the bed, the sheets pulled up to his mid-stomach. "Congratulations."

"Thank you, but I am a bit surprised you are congratulating us. What's up, Yuki?"

"It's eight in the morning. Your mother wanted to know if you were going to have breakfast with the family. Also, your Aunt Gina called, said she is coming to visit today. I was wondering if I should put her in the room you used to use, or another one?"

I thought about my Aunt Gina. The bad girl of the Aksoy family. She'd earned the reputation, deservedly I might add. That is, if the stories my father had told me were in any way true. The walking definition of a pansexual, Gina was never known to turn down a hot body, male or female, although she never could hang onto a relationship for longer than a few dates. I wasn't sure if Gina actually had any real taboos, except for legal ones, and even then I wasn't too sure. Still, she was family, and had been the maid of honor at my mother's wedding, even if it was a bit of a joke to make her a maid of anything. "I'd prefer if you could do it down the hallway maybe, Yuki? Uh, Julian and I....."

"Are young people in love," Yuki replied tactfully. "If I may offer advice, there are many places on the manor grounds where amorous activities would be very private and unlikely to be observed or overheard."

I chuckled and looked at her. "Are you speaking from personal experience, Yuki?"

She smiled shook her head no. "Breakfast?"

I looked back at Julian, who was still sleeping soundly. "Give me five minutes to put some actual clothes on, and tell mother I'll meet her downstairs in a few."

Yuki nodded and turned to go. I closed the door and turned to watch Julian. He'd been through so much, and the stress was catching up to him. He could use the sleep. I went over to the bed and kissed his temple, where his hair was still kind of short and prickly before changing into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before going downstairs. I found Mom in the small dining alcove that I remembered she liked to have breakfast in. "Good morning Mom."

"Hey sweetie. Sorry I had to send Yuki, but John already had to go into the office today, and if I waited any longer I was going to have a serious case of the munchies. How'd you sleep?"

I was a little peeved at my mother, honestly. I understood that she wasn't exactly comfortable with my relationship with Julian, but she didn't have to send Yuki. She could have knocked on my door herself. And seriously, who asks a young woman like me in a new relationship with a sexy guy like Julian how she slept? I didn't exactly ask Mom how she slept on her wedding night to John. Still, I swallowed it and put on a smile. "It was fine, Mom. Thanks. How about you?"

"It wasn't the most sound sleep I've ever had, but overall it was okay. John and I talked long after you two went to bed last night. Krystal, it's not the fact that John and I are married that has me worried about you and Julian. It's not like you guys even knew each other before the wedding. What has me concerned is Julian's history. Let's face it, he hasn't been the most stand-up of people for most of his life."

"And you know why, Mom," I replied. "Hell, he believed a huge lie for most of his life, and he was angry about it. How would you have felt in his situation?"

"I know honey, it's just.... he's been that way for a very long time. Are you sure he's really changed, or at least ready to change?"

One of the servants brought breakfast, and I ate in silence for a long time, barely tasting what had been prepared. Part of me was pissed off at Mom, while the other part of me was trying to formulate an answer to what she had asked me. Thankfully, in the end, the part of me trying to answer won out.

"Mom, I watched Julian for weeks. He wasn't perfect. Hell, he got me in trouble at work his second night in Chicago. But, and I still don't know why or for what reason, he's acted with a pure heart towards me the whole time. He's worked hard to become a man since coming to Chicago, Mom. You know, one time he even had a chance to seduce me, and he walked away? I was there, and yes I was willing, but he didn't think it was right, so he walked away. Now, does that sound like the Julian Castelbon that he was?"