Her Superhero Lover: A BWWM BBW Billionaire Superhero Romance (9 page)

Renee looked down at her chest again, and didn't see any wound at
all. "If I'd been shot, where's the hole? Where's my wound?"

Grady stood up and pulled off his shirt, exposing his chest to her.
"I told you when we met that I have a PhD in engineering. And
while that's true, it's not just that. I'm what doctors call a
polymath, or someone who pretty much learns everything at first
sight. I'm also the descendant of the Nephilim."

"The what?" Renee asked, sitting up. She swung her legs
over the edge of the lab table she was on and watched Grady step
back. He spread his hands, and she felt her jaw drop as his light
brown hair lightened to platinum blonde, and he began to hover six
inches off the floor. "Holy God in heaven."

"That's one theory as to our abilities," Grady replied,
remaining where he was in the air. "There's a whole series of
Jewish and Christian scholars who state that the Nephilim were the
offspring of angels who had sex with human women. Of course, the
scripture on this is limited, and seemed to state that the Nephilim
were giants, with perhaps the story of Goliath being one of them.
Another train of thought is that we're demi-gods of some sort. Me, I
don't really have a clear theory one way or another. I choose the
word Nephilim because that's what my father taught me to use.

"There aren't many of us left," he continued, setting down
on the ground. "But we have what you might call superhuman
abilities. Most have far fewer abilities than I have."

"What do you mean?"

Grady walked over to a cabinet set into the wall, and opened it.
Inside, Renee was shocked to find the pale white and red outfit of
The Horseman hanging on a mannequin inside. "This is what I
mean."

Renee came over and reached out a hand, almost afraid to touch the
fabric. When the costume didn't disappear, but instead felt solid
under her fingertips, she realized it was real. "You.... you are
The Horseman?"

"In the flesh," Grady said, holding out his arm and
pinching the skin for her. "The suit is made of a Kevlar and
advanced polymer weave, so it's pretty strong on its own. That
combined with my own natural abilities means that for a lot of
things, I'm pretty much invulnerable. But I knew there were some
things that can hurt me. I'm not Superman or anything like that."

"Like what?" Renee asked, intrigued.

"Well, most guns I meet on the streets won't do much more than
mess up the fabric and leave a good bruise," he answered,
pointing to some small rips in the cloth. "I heal very fast, so
you may not have ever noticed them even. Getting back to the ammo,
any normal pistol round short of a fifty caliber won't break my skin.
In rifle rounds, five-five-six, or the ammo shot out of an M-16, will
hurt, but only cause a minor wound. A larger round like what is shot
out of an AK-47 or a lot of hunting rifles can hurt me, especially in
a vital area. And of course, with the rise of police wearing body
armor, the idiots on the streets are shooting armor piercing rounds.
Those can cause some damage too."

"So what did you do to treat me?" Renee asked, bringing
the conversation back to the mysterious lack of stitches, blood, or
even scars on her body. "And why am I not dead?"

"These little wonders," Grady said, holding up a small
vial about two inches long. Inside, a silvery liquid sat, seemingly
moving around on its own. "An invention of my own device.
They're nanobots, tiny little robots, each the size of a red blood
cell. Individually they're not all that smart, but when they work
together, they immediately organize and can do amazing things. This
little vial here has the computing power of your top of the line home
computer, but more than that, the individual bots can do things to
the body that are amazing. I designed them to assist me in repairing
myself when I get injured, which has happened. After all, I can't
exactly stroll into the ER dressed as The Horseman."

"No, that wouldn't do well at all," Renee said, looking at
the vial. "So you injected me with this, and they fixed the
damage."

Grady nodded, but then exhaled. "There might be side effects
though. Renee, I programmed the nanos to work on my body. They have
in their programming an idea of what a baseline body is supposed to
be. That baseline is me. They are designed to repair and return my
cells to my normal abilities. I've never tried this stuff on a
regular human before."

"So, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying there may be some side effects. Who knows, you
might end up with light brown hair like mine, although I think that's
unlikely. They're mostly focused on internal body systems, such as
the lungs, heart, bones, muscles, and such."

Renee looked down at her skin, which was flawless and unmarked.
"Why? Why'd you risk bringing me here? Why'd you inject me with
these nanobots?"

Grady took a deep breath, and looked her in the eyes. "Because
I've fallen in love with you. Because I wake up every morning, and
I'm crying. Either I'm crying that you're not there in my arms, or
I'm crying because I'm so happy that you are. Because all of my
powers, my abilities, all of it are meaningless without you in my
life. And because I would move heaven and earth to make sure you are
happy."

Renee was floored, shocked at the heartfelt honesty in Grady's
voice. In her twenty four years on Earth, she'd never heard what
Grady was telling her now. She'd had men tell her she was pretty,
she'd had men tell her they wanted to have sex with her (mostly with
cruder language). But never had a man so completely and honestly said
he'd fallen in love with her. She blinked, and said the first thing
that came to her mind. "Grady......"

"Yes?" he asked, his voice tentative and filled with
doubt. She reached out and took his hand, and placed it on her chest
over her heart.

"This is yours. You've had it for weeks now, and I cannot
imagine a day without you. You've swept into my life like some sort
of Prince Charming, and now I find out you're actually a superhero.
But it doesn't matter, you're Grady Voelker to me, and I love you."

Grady pulled her into an embrace, and she could feel for the first
time how scared he had been. His muscles still trembled from the
adrenalin and the fear since the shooting, and she wasn't sure but
she thought when he buried his face into her hair, he may have been
crying. She closed her eyes and listened to his heartbeat, and felt
the warmth of his skin against her cheek, and the smell that was
distinctly Grady.

Their embrace broke, and Renee stepped back, looking up into his
eyes. "So this is your secret lair, huh?" she asked,
smiling. "Well, aren't you going to give me a tour?"

Grady wiped at his eyes and laughed, nodded. "Sure. First off,
we're in Del Mar still, at an office building that is owned by
Voelker Consolidated." He led her over to a heavily tinted
window, which was black with the night outside. "Come daytime
you'll be able to see quite a view of the Pacific from here. We're on
a cliff and surrounded by private land, so it's really quiet. The
bottom floor of the building holds my accounting department, which
helps to explain why I have this building to the shareholders. The
top three floors are my own private labs. Since I've actually turned
out some things that I've let some of the other branches of the
company use and release, nobody creates too much of a fuss."

"Well, that and you own the company," Renee quipped. Grady
laughed and nodded.

"That too, although like most modern corporations I don't own
it all. Technically I own forty percent of the company, my mother
owns another twenty percent, and the rest is owned by various public
groups, charities, trust funds, investment houses and the like."

He led her away from the window and back over to the cabinet where
his costume was still on display. He touched a control surface next
to the open door of the cabinet, and three more doors rolled up,
revealing a high powered and futuristic arsenal. "Like I said,
I'm damage resistant, but I'm not totally invulnerable. So, I have
these for those situations that may arise that call for a bit more
than what I can do with my bare hands. Some of this stuff is in the
experimental stage still, like this." He picked up something
that looked like a very wide bracelet with finger rings attached. It
wasn't quite a gauntlet, but it wasn't decoration either. "If I
can get the power supply down right, this will amplify my hand
strength by a factor of four, and give me the ability to also apply a
concussive force with every punch. Kind of like having a hand grenade
go off, but without the smoke and fire. I developed it for breaking
down walls in one shot. Depending on the building, that's kind of
hard for me to do right now. You get some of these older houses, or a
multi-story building made of concrete and steel, and I'm going in
through the front door or a window just like anybody else."

"Just how strong are you, anyway?" Renee asked. Grady
closed the cabinets and pointed towards the stairs.

"Two floors down is my real training gym, not that one in my
house in Imperial Beach. You can guess, it's all custom made. Right
now my best bench is about three thousand pounds, and I can't really
give you a guess on any of the other big lifts. I tried to find my
best deadlift one time, and I cracked the concrete under my feet. I
need to find a first floor place with a rock or steel floor if I
wanted to really check. Hmm, that's an idea, I could buy one of the
aircraft carriers the Navy is decommissioning. If it can take the
force of an F-14 landing on it, I'm sure it won't mind me doing a
workout."

Renee cocked her eyebrow and looked at him. "You have the money
for an aircraft carrier?"

"Well, not personally in my bank account..... but I can write a
check for a down payment," he deadpanned, before breaking out in
a wider grin. "I'm just glad you love me for things besides my
checkbook."

"I do," Renee said, turning and wrapping her arms around
his waist. She kissed the swells of his chest muscles, pausing to
bite gently at his nipples. "But, this base of yours is missing
something?"

"What's that?" Grady replied, stroking her hair as she
kept kissing and licking.

"A bed."

Grady picked her up and swung her around, carrying her towards the
stairs. It was about halfway across the room before she realized he
wasn't walking, but instead flying across the room. "You haven't
seen the floor below yet."

She saw the genius of his precautions, as the stairwell turned out
to have no stairs in it. Instead he floated them both down, where she
found that the floor below was furnished into a plain but decent
studio apartment. The one corner had a king sized bed, which he
carried her over before laying on the crisp cotton sheets. He hovered
over her, his hair still almost blindingly bright. "Better?"

"Much," she said. A thought came to her, and she grinned.
"Now, let's see how well you can hover while distracted."
Renee scooted down the bed, until her head was level with Grady's
belt, which she undid quickly. The tuxedo pants were easy to unfasten
and slide down his muscular thighs, his cock falling out to dangle in
front of her. He wasn't fully hard yet, but was already at half mast.
Grinning at the erotic playfulness of it all, she reached out with
her tongue to flick at the bobbing shaft, tickling him until his huge
cock was steely hard. She licked up and down his shaft before sucking
on just the head, laughing inside as she felt him stutter in the air.
"Hmmm, maybe we should change positions before you fully lose it
and drop onto me?"

"Y.... yeah," Grady gasped, slowly moving over and
descending to the bed. "I've never done that before."

"I should hope not," Renee teased before swallowing his
cock again. She bobbed up and down on his cock, letting her tongue
play over the sensitive underside while she massaged his shaft with
her lips. Grady entwined his fingers in her hair, and she realized
suddenly just how careful he had to be, even when they made love (it
had gone far beyond just sex a long time ago, she admitted). When you
have the strength in your hands to flip over a car, all it would take
is a moment of losing control, and he would seriously injure her. She
fixed eyes on his while she lovingly sucked his cock, pulling off
when he was ready. "Someday," she whispered, slinking her
way up his body to kiss his lips, "I want to be able to take
everything you have. And I mean everything. Until then, just know I
love you."

"I love you too," Grady replied, capturing her lips in
another kiss. His hands came to the back of her dress and eased the
zipper down, before sliding the straps off her shoulders. Renee slid
her body from side to side to assist, and was soon down to just the
satin thong she had worn under the dress. Grady's hands massaged and
cupped the soft globes, kneading the dark brown flesh until she was
moaning in need. She slid back, down his body, until the slick pantie
covered mound of her pussy rubbed against his cock. It was maddening,
being so close to what she wanted with still the thin barrier of
satin in the way. She didn't want to get off to remove them, but she
needed him inside her. NOW.

"Fuck the panties," she growled, pulling them to the side.
Grabbing Grady's cock, she guided him to her entrance, pushing back
as the thick head spread her open. They'd been having sex for months
now, so while they could take it slow, they didn't have to, like now.
Her need overcame her desire for patience, and she thrust back,
filling herself with him in a single flaring explosion of heat and
pleasure. She cried out at the feeling. "Oh God!"

Settling back, she lifted her body, feeling him pierce her even
further, until his cock was in those secret depths that no other man
had ever reached in her. Taking a deep breath to adjust, like she did
every time, she opened her eyes to look down into his. "So are
you naturally this blonde?" she asked, shifting her hips back
and forth in small strokes. "I gotta say, it's a good look on
you."