Romance: The Billionaires Collection (Watched By A Billionaire, Stranded With A Billionaire, Caught By A Billionaire, Billionaire Stepbrother) (37 page)

I find myself talking a little too quickly, the wine
getting to me.

He hesitates for a while before merely shaking his head.

“
OK, I get it, it's none of my business. I'll leave
you alone...”

I stand and begin walking away, before his voice catches
me in my tracks.

“
It's my mother,” he says, his voice heightened by
her memory. “She died 7 years ago today.”

I turn on the spot, see his eyes turn down.

“
Oh...I'm so sorry, I had no idea.”

“
It's OK.” He looks up to me, eyes shining under the
starlight. “Have you ever lost someone you loved?”

I move in and sit down next to him again.

“
No. Well, only grandparents but I never knew them
well. Never anyone really close to me.”

“
My mother was everything to me. It's just...on this
day each year it hits home, you know.”

“
I understand. And...I suppose it's not helping having
my mother here, with your dad?”

He flicks his eyes up at me and quickly shakes his head.

“
No, no, I don't think like that. Your mother seems
like a great lady, and my father deserves someone like her.”

He smiles and takes a sip of wine, his teeth shining
bright in the dim light.

“
But...I'm sorry for being so glum. I usually spend
this day alone, so I'm not used to being around people when she's on
my mind.”

“
It's OK, Tyler.”

I put a hand to his shoulder and being massaging him
gently.

And then, without any further thoughts or inhibitions
running through my mind, we kiss. A gentle kiss. Soft and slow and
warm.

It's the first proper kiss we've shared. When we first
met in the hotel room, there wasn't space for it. Last week in the
mansion, his lips only approached the lips between my legs.

But tonight, under the moonlight and with the sound of
waves lightly lapping against the shore, we kiss for real.

And I feel a very real pang in my heart.

Chapter Five

Through a haze of drunken breath, Tyler kisses me as his
groin pulses against mine.

I feel the full length of his dick, from tip to base,
inside me, the walls of my vagina clamping down onto it and hugging
it tight, never wanting to let go.

Our tongues swirl inside our mouths like a cloud of
smoke rising from an open fire, our lips wet and warm and endlessly
moving over each others in a fit of passion that I haven't
experienced in years.

The drink inside me has loosened me to the point where
he's the only thing resting on my mind, the only thing that matters
right now. I groan under his weight as he slips out and in quickly,
wrap my arms around his neck and dick my fingers into his back.

He gives out a long sigh as I draw my finger nails as
far back as possible, scraping his sides and reaching toward his ass.
I grip his firm cheeks, squeeze hard, and coax him deeper inside me.

I squeak as his full length disappears into the
blackness, the waves of pleasure rolling through my body and making
my head go light.

“
Just like that,” I whisper in his ear, sucking at
his lobe, dangling my tongue down the side of his neck.

He thrusts with more force, and I clamp my legs tighter
around him, my heels digging into the small of his back and causing
him to arch up in a moment of pain and pleasure, his eyes widening
before narrowing just as fast.

“
Your cunt is perfect,” he says. “So tight.”

He slides out of me
and traces his lips down my neck, the tops of my breasts, my hard
nipples. Down he goes, climbing backwards on his hands and knees,
licking over my flat stomach, my navel, through the stubble of my
pubic hair and towards my pussy.

“
I love your taste,” he mumbles, before devouring
me, his appetite rabid and insatiable.

My hands drop to his head and rustle through his hair.
When his lips clamp down on my clit and massage it gently, my fingers
grip tighter as pleasure takes me.

He grunts with another dose of pain and pleasure as I
tear follicles from his head, before my grip loosens and my hands
returns to my breasts, rubbing over me, draining all the joy I can
from the experience.

He works his fingers and tongue inside me, reaching up
blind and taking my hand. He pulls it down and touches my fingers to
my clit, leaving me to work at it as he takes care of the rest.

Within minutes I'm having to bite my hands again with my
other fist to stop from screaming out. Only down the corridor, my
mother and his father and supposedly sleeping soundly.

“
I can feel you're about to come,” he says, noting
the rhythm of my body, the quickening wriggle of my hips and the
quivering of my legs.

He slips his fingers out of my pussy, removes his tongue
from the outer lips, and rolls onto his back.

I'm pulled over and lifted on top of him, his swollen
and rigid dick pointing to the sky like a flag. I straddle him, then
prob myself up on one foot, before taking the shaft of his dick in my
hand and gently lowering my body down onto it until my vagina is full
of his meat.

A burst of sounds escapes the both of us as we breathe a
little faster. I keep sliding up and down, still with one foot up and
one straddling him, feeling behind to massage his ball sack as I go.

“
You're so much better this time,” he says, eying me
with a whole load of appreciation for my newfound skills.

“
Well this time you're letting me have some control,”
I pant. “Last time I was just your sex doll...”

“
I had no idea you were this good. Usually girls have
no idea what they're doing...so I have to be in charge.”

The mention of other girls has a strange impact on me, a
feeling of jealousy that I can hardly have expected. For a moment it
throws me off my stride, and then the penetration of his dick makes
me forget it just as quickly.

“
Well, you never asked...”

I slide his full
length in and bend at the hips, gyrating as I drop my chest toward
him. My breasts, pert and soft, dangle above his mouth, his lips
searching for my nipples as his hands reach up and massage them.

Then I kiss him, deep and long, as I bounce my pussy up
and down on him, sliding his dick out right to the tip before
swallowing it all once more. I pump again and again, and feel his
hands grow more busy and his kissing more firm.

For once, he's not in control, and I can tell I'm
quickly getting to him. I can almost see the cogs turning in his
mind, trying to think of something to stop him from coming.

“
Are you going to come?” I whisper through my heavy
breaths.

When he doesn't answer, I know he's focusing.

In reply, I pump harder and harder, returning the
compliment of pleasure he delivered to me last week in the mansion.

The sound of slapping grows louder as my ass clatters
against his thighs with each new contact, echoing in the room as we
shake the bed.

His eyes lose all semblance of reality. In them I see a
man at the height of carnal joy, his body reaching fever pitch, about
to explode.

And duly, he does, his eyes crunching closed and his
hands gripping tight at my ass. He pumps hard, the slapping getting
even louder, throwing me up and down in the air like a rag doll as my
own body quickly reaches its summit.

The groans of our mutual orgasms threaten to wake the
entire island, and I have the sense to lean down and kiss him deep,
our lips smothering each other's sounds of salacious ecstasy.

Within the euphoria, my mind does flips, dancing around
like an acrobat as my entire body shivers and shakes on top of him. I
feel his legs convulsing beneath me as my pussy sucks the come out of
him, filling his condom.

The crescendo rises and falls like a giant wave, passing
by and leaving us lying there, still linked at the middle, our chests
heaving and laughs of satisfaction drifting around the room.

“
Oh my God, Abby,” he pants, breathless, “I've
haven't come like that is ages.”

“
Ages,” I say. “How about two years...”

“
What!”

“
That's how long it's been for me. Or was until last
week with you.”

“
Fuck me...”

“
Just did.”

He laughs, and rolls me over, pulling his dick out and
removing his condom. I see the fruits of his loins inside, a
plentiful amount. He leans in and kisses me once more, before quickly
departing to the en suite bathroom.

I hear a flush, and know that he's getting rid of the
evidence of our lust.

When he returns,
his dick has deflated to half mast, still swaying either side as he
walks. He climbs on, his body drenches in sweat, and slips in beside
me on the bed.

I lie against his chest, listening to the beat of his
heart, and a long silence dawns, punctured only by the gentle sound
of the ocean.

And just as I wonder when he's going to get up and
leave, my eyes fall shut and don't reopen until morning.

Chapter Six

I wake up in Tyler's arms, and it takes a moment for me
to realize the implications of such a thing.

For that moment, however, I feel like I'm still in a
dream, in a land of bliss as I lie in the arms of a beautiful man,
the world coming to life outside with the sound of boats and birds.

But that moment is fleeting, and then reality dawns.

“
Tyler! Wake up,” I hiss, pressing at his chest.

His eyes blink, and a cute smile graces his lips as he
recognizes me.

“
Morning babe...what's going on?”

“
You're still here!”

He opens his eyes a little wider and props himself up
onto one elbow.

“
Yeah...you fell asleep on me. That's your fault!”

“
Well...you need to leave, now! What if someone finds
you in here!”

He sort of shrugs, but does so in a lackadaisical way,
as if he wouldn't really care. For me, I'd be mortified. There's just
something wrong about it.

Even though it all feels so incredibly right...

“
Alright, I'm going.”

He gets out of bed and stretches his back, his cocky
side once more bursting to the fore as he takes his time. He grins at
me, slowly gets dressed in the shorts and t-shirt he was wearing
yesterday, and saunters to the door.

“
I'll see you downstairs...secret lover.”

And with a final wink, he's gone.

Breathing out a heavy sigh of relief, I reach over and
find that it's still early morning and there's no guarantee that
Stephen or my mother are even out of bed. The sudden sound of voices
outside the window quells that theory quickly.

I go to the glass and look down to see the two of them
running in from the ocean, hair soaking wet, after having enjoyed an
morning dip in the sea.

Despite Stephen's age, he looks incredibly healthy and
lean. There's even the hint of a six pack, although it's more like
gently rolling hills to Tyler's craggy, sharp mountains.

My mother, too, looks great. Her figure never left her,
and while it droops now in a couple of places, she still carries the
same curve and the same tight physique she always had.

If ever there was a call for a middle aged swimsuit
model, she'd fit the bill very nicely.

They come up the stairs of the house from the beach and
settle into a large sun lounger designed for two, my mom tucking
herself under Stephen's arm.

I decide to go and join them, appearing in my bikini
outside the glass doors to the house.

They hardly seem to notice me, wrapped up as they always
seem to be in each other.

I cough, and Stephen's endless need for propriety
immediately overtakes him. He sits up, releasing my mother from his
arms, and stands to bid me good morning.

Ever the gentleman.

I set about my morning with a swim in the pool, giving
me time to go over the previous night's events in my head. But
already, I know I'm doomed. I know that each time I see Tyler I'm
going to want to have him again.

An unstoppable urge seems to have awakened inside me,
the beast let out of its cage, and now I'm wondering how exactly I
can keep juggling it all while keeping it a secret.

In my semi state of consciousness, Tyler arrives and
takes his position under the sun. My mother seems to notice his
improved mood immediately.

“
You look happier today, Tyler.”

He glances down at me, still floating about in the
water.

“
I am, Sue. And please, let me apologize about my
behavior yesterday. It was...a difficult day for me.”

“
I understand,” says my mom, without elaborating on
why. Clearly, Stephen has filled her in on the reason for his son's
spate of melancholia.