Rocked by the Billionaire: A Billionaire's Club Story (4 page)

Rather than push him away like she’d intended, Kayleigh’s arms wound around his neck. He reached around to cup one palm over her ass while his other hand came up to wind in her hair, holding her firmly in place as he brought his mouth back to hers.

Holy shit, could Luke Blackwell kiss! Like the perfect composition, his kisses struck chords in Kayleigh’s body, crystal-clear notes that resonated through every inch of her in a harmony that left her weak and gasping for breath. He’d learned a trick or two over the years, no longer hurried and unsure, now he took his time with her as though each soft caress of his lips had been well rehearsed beforehand. She was shameless, her body responding to him in exactly the way he knew it would. Her underwear grew damp with arousal and her sex was so swollen with want that the brush of fabric over her skin was torture. Luke always could play her like a finely tuned guitar.

Yeah, and he’s probably rehearsed the same song on every woman over eighteen from L.A. to New York City
.

The thought helped to wake her from her lust-induced stupor and Kayleigh pulled back, only to have Luke hold her fast against him. “Don’t. Stay with me, baby.” He released his grip on her hair and brushed his thumb across her jaw, feather light. Her stomach clenched at his dark, seductive tone and a renewed rush of wet heat spread between her thighs. “Let me taste you, touch you, drink you into my soul.”

She trembled under the onslaught of his words. Pure seduction. Raw sex. Her pussy clenched and Kayleigh was sure he could talk her straight into an orgasm if he wanted to. “Luke …” She couldn’t draw a breath deep enough to talk. “Please …”

The hand cupping her ass slid around her hip, teasing the waistband of the spandex booty shorts. He slid his fingers past the elastic barrier and Kayleigh sucked in a hissed breath as the heat of his skin met her mons. “Soft as rose petals against my skin,” he murmured as he continued to pet her. Her clit began to throb, aching for the same attention he paid to her clean-shaven mound. “Lie to me, baby. Tell me this is for me. This soft skin. Tell me it’s mine.”

Was there ever any part of her that hadn’t belonged to him? Her thighs trembled, her knees dangerously close to giving out. She clung to him, spreading her legs wider. The words were little more than a whisper when she said, “It’s all yours, Luke.”

He rewarded her for her words by sliding his fingers through the slick, swollen flesh as he worked them over her clit. Kayleigh cried out, the intense sensation rippling from her core, outward with a heat that made her break out into a sweat. Luke groaned into her ear as he circled the tight bundle of nerves, light, teasing strokes that coaxed desperate moans from Kayleigh’s throat, each one hitching on a pant of breath.

“Come for me, baby,” Luke crooned in her ear. “Let me feel you break apart.”

The fire that sparked to life inside of him from simply touching this woman could never be replicated. Faked. Kayleigh was his. She’d always been his.

His cock throbbed behind his fly as his fingers slid through the slick, swollen lips of her pussy. The scent of spring clung to her skin, intoxicating him, and his head swam in a giddy, drunken blur. He stopped his ministrations only long enough to free her of the restricting fabric and urged her legs to spread as he cupped her dripping pussy once again. Her mouth parted on a moan and he swallowed the sound, tasting of red wine. He thrust his tongue past her lips. He’d meant what he said: he wanted to drink her in, take her passion into his soul when she came apart. Keep a part of her.
His
.

No longer the shy, awkward girl, the woman in his arms was a creature born of fire and passion. She gripped onto the back of his neck, her nails biting into his skin as he deepened the kiss. The sting spurred him on and he wanted more. Wanted her to break the skin and pull his hair. Demand that his pain was equal to her pleasure. Sick? Probably. But Luke’s mind was always clearer when he hurt a little.

So fucking wet
.

He guided her to the couch and urged her to sit. Kneeling on the floor beside her, Luke drank in the sight of her, naked to his gaze, her legs spread wide so he could see the glistening arousal coating her thighs. God, he wanted to bury his face in her gorgeous tits and suckle her until he marked her skin. Branded her as his and no one else’s. He wanted to tie her up and tease her with gentle strokes and soft kisses, touch her with whispers of caresses that would make her beg for his cock. But all of that would take time that Luke wasn’t willing to spare. His need to bring her to that point of abandon that already consumed him, raging like wildfire. With the pad of his thumb, he circled her clit and Kayleigh gave a desperate thrust of her hips in time with each pass. She groaned with frustration and pushed herself away from the couch, clinging to him as her nails dug into his neck. “God, yes. Just like that, baby. Stay with me and I’ll give you what you need.” He increased the pressure on her clit, sliding one finger inside of her tight channel. The answering sounds that vibrated in her throat were pure relief. His cocked pulsed hot and hard and Luke welcomed the discomfort. A sweeter torture, he’d never known …

Kayleigh’s back bowed. A tremor vibrated up her thighs through Luke’s arms, lewd and raw in its intensity. She tried to pull away but Luke wouldn’t let her, thrusting his tongue in her mouth in time with every deep thrust of his finger. Her pussy clenched and he slid a second finger in, maintaining a slow, steady pace to prolong her pleasure as he swallowed down every desperate whimper that accompanied her orgasm.

Time ceased to exist in that moment. Nothing had changed in eight years. Not a goddamned thing. Kayleigh still belonged to him every bit as much as she owned him. She had to have known it, too. Felt it right down to her bone marrow like he did.

He brought her down with slow, gentle caresses and she became liquid in his embrace. He missed the bite of her nails in his skin, her hard edges as she strained against him. Even her mouth had softened, her lips swollen and pliable from his kisses. Luke kissed her once. And again as he withdrew his fingers from her constricting heat and reveled one more time in the petal-softness of her sex. And he couldn’t wait to feel that satin heat hold onto his cock.

For a moment Luke held Kayleigh in his arms, listening to the sounds of her heavy breaths. He brushed the tangles of her hair away and cupped her face in his hands as he took in the sight of her dark, glazed eyes and flushed cheeks. “I’m gonna love you so good that no other man will ever have a chance to break your heart ever again.”

In his arms, her body went rigid. She pulled away and looked at him, her brows furrowed and her expression dark, making Luke wish he could take back the words. The hurt he’d caused her was obviously still close to the surface and unlike the countless other women who’d fallen for his lines, all he’d managed to do with Kayleigh was reopen wounds that hadn’t completely healed.

Fuck
.

“Oh my god.” The words left her mouth with a rueful laugh. She scrubbed her hands over her face. “I am
such
an idiot!”

“Kayleigh.” An apology sat at the tip of his tongue. A tome’s worth of purple prose that would dampen the panties of droves of women. But Kayleigh would see through those trite words. Even after all this time, she knew the barest parts of him. The exposed and raw nerves that he’d never shown to anyone but her. “Come on, baby. Let’s leave the past where it belongs, yeah?” He tried to pull her close once again but she resisted. “Can’t we just be in the moment? Enjoy each other? There’s nothing wrong with living in the present. Let me make you feel good.”

She stared at him, aghast. Yup, he’d fucked that up royally. God
damn
it. Kayleigh had his number. He wasn’t going to get away with shit.

She disengaged from his embrace, snatched the discarded blanket from the floor, wrapping it around her body like a shield. It didn’t matter that she’d blocked her body from his view though. Luke knew every inch of her. All he had to do was close his eyes to be back in that moment when she’d been his.

“Why are you really here, Luke?” Tears glistened in the dark depths of her eyes and his heart clenched. “You don’t get enough of playing with women’s emotions on tour so you came home to fuck with mine? Or are you running from something?”

Yep, she had his number all right. He took a step back to give her a little space. How could he possibly make her understand? “Baby—”

“
Don’t
call me that.” Her hurt flared into an indignant fire in an instant. “I’m not that fifteen-year-old girl anymore that you can manipulate with your pretty words. It was stupid of me to invite you in. I should have turned my back on you like you did on me. It’s a mistake I’m not going to make again, though.”

Fire and ice. That was Kayleigh to a tee. He deserved every one of her harsh words. All of her anger and then some. He wanted it all from her. He wanted to feel something real and honest for a change. “I told you I was a son of a bitch, baby. I won’t say I’m sorry for coming here tonight or for what just happened. But I will apologize for what went down when I left you. I owe you that much.”

She gave a derisive snort. “Well, isn’t that big of you. You know,
Lucifer,
that whole ‘it’s better to ask forgiveness than permission’ thing was cute when you were a kid but it’s not going to fly now. I don’t want or need an apology for what happened a lifetime ago.”

“Jesus, Kayleigh. We were
kids
!” Was she going to hold what happened against him forever? “The ranch had just barely started turning a profit and Ryder had Jase’s tuition to pay. What in the hell was I supposed to do? Sit around here and play at the fucking coffee shop? I had to go out there and make something happen. You’re going to hold my ambition against me?”

“I never had a problem with your ambition, Luke. Or your bank balance. What I have an issue with is the way you left me in your wake as soon as you had your diploma and your mama’s blessing to leave town. You didn’t even try to include me in your future. Do you know how that made me feel?”

Her angry shout only served to fuel Luke’s own ire. Walking away from her had been like tearing out his own goddamned heart and leaving it behind. “You didn’t want
any
of it! You wanted to stay! For someone not interested in an apology, you’re sure enjoying rubbing the past in my face.”

Kayleigh backed away until she was nestled in the corner of the couch. She let herself fall back on the armrest and let out a forceful sigh. “It’s not the apology I don’t want, Luke. It’s your empty, poetic words that I don’t give a shit about.”

***

It wasn’t fair to take her anger with herself out on Luke, but it was what it was. Truth be told, those pretty, poetic words were one of the things she’d loved the most about him. Luke had always worn his heart on his sleeve, even when they were in middle school and he’d had to endure the malicious teasing of their classmates. Growing up poor in a tight-knit community hadn’t been easy on any of the Blackwell brothers. But they’d overcome adversity with a fierce determination that was admirable. Luke could’ve let the unkind ribbing of his classmates tear him down. Despite his hotheadedness, he’d turned that hurt into something beautiful. His music had elevated him above ugly pettiness. And now Kayleigh was throwing it back in his face, condemning him for a decision that simply didn’t matter anymore.

If anyone recognized the power of words, it was Luke. And Kayleigh knew she’d cut him to the quick with hers.

His warm whiskey eyes hardened and Luke’s jaw squared. Leaner than his twin brother, Jase, Luke was no less imposing. He towered over her, all six and a half feet of him corded with unyielding muscle. No matter how she felt about him showing back up in her life, he was a sight worth her admiration.

“I’ve never once lied to you. Never played games with you. I was straight with you when I left and you’re going to hold my honesty against me? What the fuck is up with that?”

Even tinged with anger, his voice was a seductive purr that caressed her from head to toe. Kayleigh suppressed a pleasant shiver as she wrapped the light blanket tighter around her waist. “I don’t hold your honesty against you. Hell, I’m not even mad that you left. It’s the fact that once you were gone, you never looked back! Jesus, Luke. Did I cross your mind at all after you blew out of town or were you too busy with the revolving door of willing tail to give me a second thought?”

Her voice broke on the last word but Kayleigh refused to let him see how badly she hurt. It was her own foolish pride that took a hit tonight and she was so angry with herself that she had no choice but to project that anger on the first available target. Good Lord, she’d spread her legs for him as eagerly as any hopeful groupie. Hadn’t even batted a lash when he stuck his hand down her shorts as though it was a common occurrence for men to bring her to orgasm while she sat in the middle of her living room.

Kayleigh had humiliated herself tonight and opened the door for Luke Blackwell to break her heart all over again. If she didn’t steel herself against his charm now, she’d be nothing more than a lump of clay in his palm. Malleable. His to shape and command.
As if you wouldn’t
love
to be worked by those hands again
.

Luke’s expression softened and he sat down in a nearby wing chair as though his legs couldn’t support his weight for another second. His gaze drilled into her, so full of honesty that it stole her breath. “I’m drowning, Kayleigh. I need you to anchor me.”

The desperation in his voice tore her composure to shreds. “I can’t be that for you, Luke.” He’d reduced her importance to that of a security blanket. Something familiar and comforting to help him weather whatever storm he’d found himself in the eye of. “I can’t let you in again just so you can crush me after you get over this hump.”

“I still love you.”

The words eviscerated her. Shredded every ounce of tissue in her body until all that was left was raw nerves and searing pain. “You have no right to show up on my doorstep after eight years of silence and say those words to me.
None
.”