Juice: An Alpha Male Billionaire Romance - Part 5 (Juice: The Series) (3 page)

Disoriented and less inhibited in my blindness I let my mind
focus only on the feeling of Everett behind me and inside me. I match his
rhythmic pounding inside me, and smile that he allows it.

“You want to come, don’t you?” he breathes into my ear.

“Yes,” I say.

“Beg,” he commands, fucking me harder and faster than
before.

“Please let me come,” I shriek, feeling faint.

“Come, Bronwyn, come on my cock,” he yells, and I
immediately orgasm with wave after wave of pleasure radiating from my core.
Another two slaps on my butt peppers my climax with a stinging ecstasy.

After a pause, his voice commands me again, “Turn.” and I
obediently flip to my back. With my ass burning and eyes still covered, I’m
only left to guess what he’ll do to me next. An agonizing moment passes before
I feel his hot breath between my thighs. His hands, those powerful tools, push
my legs back and up to my chest, spreading me open. He audibly exhales, and I
can feel the warm, moist air spread over my center.

I need more. My hand reaches for him, wanting to pull him
into me again, but he throws my hand back sharply.

“No,” he says bluntly. “You’ll have to be better
restrained.” I can only listen as his footsteps leave for a moment and then
hear a drawer close.

“Hands together,” he orders, and pulls what feels like a
long piece of silk fabric around my wrists. Up over my head and fastened to the
headboard, I’m not only unable to see, but also helplessly tied down. I’m also
wetter than ever and twitching to have him inside me again.

His face once again lowers down my body, kissing along my
breasts, my belly and tickling me with his stubbled chin. At last, his pointed
tongue encircles and flickers over my clit. Around and around he tongues me
while pinning my legs back again.

“Yes, Everett!” I scream out. I can feel another orgasm building
in my belly and push myself into his face. He backs away, teasing me.

“No. You’ll wait.” he says, and climbs between my legs. His
stiff cock enters me again, and I writhe in pleasure in the restraints. Everett
gives me long and deep strokes, filling my body and causing my hips to buck
against him. I can’t see him, only feel him fucking me, taking everything of
me. His hand rests at my throat and applies a gentle pressure.

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes, please,” I moan, afraid I’ll finish too soon. His
fingers tighten further as his pace quickens. His other hand has pinned my
thigh back so I can feel every inch of his enormous size.

“Come for me, come again,” he says louder, and I release. He
pumps even harder into me, my vision closing, and leaving me gasping for breath
as I feel him twitch and release his warm seed. He holds still a moment,
exhaling, then relaxing. He loosens the knots, and we collapse on the bed
together naked.

I catch my breath over the next several moments, watching
his tattooed chest rise and fall and tracing the raised skin with a fingertip.
I nestle my head in the crook of his arm, holding him as I drift into a deep
sleep.

* * *

A lucid dream grips me in the middle of the night. I’m at
Everett’s building, but outside, hanging on to a ledge. A cool wind whips at my
body, only covered in a thin cloth. My fingers tire and slip and I’m falling,
falling to the ground. But I only smile, knowing I’m safe, because Everett will
catch me.

* * *

I awake to a silent space, and a cool spot next to me on the
bed, which is becoming our morning routine. He burns off six miles every
morning while I sleep in. It’s a fair trade. And after last night’s melee, I
decide I will not go in today for my last day. I nearly made it to a two weeks’
notice. We’ll round up.

The solid front door opens and closes with an authoritative
clunk.

“Ev?” I call out.

“Bron-,” he answers. “Stay there.”

My heart jumps, thinking about what surprise he might have
in store. I never can really tell exactly what he’s thinking or what he’ll do
next. I just know that he’s thinking of me, and it’s a comfort I hope to always
have.

He enters the bedroom with two champagne flutes, poured with
our
Energize
juice.

“Aw, thank you,” I say, “What are we celebrating?” I ask and
feel a smile spread over me, which happens nearly all the time with him. But
his expression is more steady, looking at me square and sitting next to me.

“Bronwyn,” he starts, holding my hand, “When I said I was
investing in you, not your company, I meant it. And when I said, that I love
you, I meant it, too. I fell in love with your writing, your passion, and your
smile.”

“I love you, too, Everett.” I say. I’ve never seen him like
this. For once, he looks nervous, like he’s about to ask me something big.

“But I’ve been unfair to you, taking you on this wild
journey, with no assurance of where we’re headed. I want to fix that, right
now,” he says and slides to the floor, on his knee, pulling a small box from
his pants pocket. My heart is pounding, and I take a sharp breath to try to
keep calm.

Opening it to reveal a ring with an enormous diamond inside,
he looks up at me and asks, “Bronwyn, will you marry me?” 
END BOOK 5. Book
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