Southern Charmed Billionaire (18 page)

The friction grew into an explosive orgasm. I couldn’t muffle my cries as I roared my release, and I wondered if anyone heard.
 

Higher and higher I soared as he licked my ever exploding tiny bundle of pleasure nerves. I was so hot and desired him. I wanted him to fuck me so bad.
 

I was about to say it. I was about to beg. But damn it, I wanted to keep the ball in my court here. I bit my lip and surrendered to the delicious wave of rolling orgasms as my body shook and my hands gripped the bed comforter. I wanted to touch his hair, run my fingers like I did last night but I restrained myself. I couldn’t risk the same familiar behavior and give it away; then really he’d know that it was me last night.
 

My hips swayed and rolled taking in his expert touch. The flat of his tongue rolled into my bliss.
 

“God, baby you’re so sexy to watch. Your moans are so sexy.”
 

Those words triggered my loss of composure. All the muffled moans I hid last night by biting my lips and the inside of my cheek as I faced the wall at the sex party, holding myself together with Atticus parting my slickness and pounding into me finally escaped. I finally released it all in the moment and moaned from the incredible amount of pleasure I never knew I could feel.
 

I sighed in release and relaxed, taking in every single ounce of pleasure he had to offer me. I was floating on cloud nine, receiving pleasure in every cell, every membrane. I buzzed in pure bliss, vulnerable to the gentle licking of his tongue across my sensitive knob. It felt like a thousand fireworks went off and exploded all over my body.
 

“That’s right,” he commanded. “Come for me.”
 

I continued slowly rolling my hips into him until he released his finger and cupped my ass, licking me even more intensely; his face was buried deeper into my pussy and he licked at me like I was the lucky pie at a pie-eating contest.
 

I finally found my release as I was truly and fully his.
 

Fuck
me
.
 

I lay there, feeling my nipples hard as nails while also feeling like I was floating on a boat at sea.
 

Wow
.
 

If this didn’t make him want to take me right now, he was a man of definite restraint. My eyes opened to get a good look at him.
 

“That was the hottest thing I’d ever seen… The way you rolled your hips and gave your pussy over to my tongue, unashamed of any hesitation or opposition as I milked you dry.”
 

I nodded serenely, still quivering all over from his touch. Coming to my senses of what all had just transpired, my heart beat wildly in places I never knew could even pulse!
 

I wanted him.
 

Bad
.
 

I wanted to lose control. I wanted him to fuck me senseless.
 

But I wasn’t going to ask. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to beg. Asking was begging, right? I wanted him to want me.
 

After all, I was a Scorpio and that is what we loved best: control. Determined for control always.
 

I fought my breath as I watched him lightly wipe his mouth with the back of his hand as he took a few steps away from the bed. I sat up halfway, as if subconsciously trying to remain closer to him.
 

He took few steps back and I sat up closer, realizing very well that I was completely naked in his bed.
 

Would he do it?
 

Would he ravish me right now?
 

“I’ll let you get some sleep.”
 

Oh,
fuck
me!
 

Chapter Nineteen
 

Kate
 

People say I could sleep through a fire alarm, and perhaps I have before. So when I finally fell asleep, I didn’t even notice his presence back in the room hours later.
 

 My eyes finally flashed open snapping out of dreamland from the realization of where I was and what happened last night.
 

Oh, the things that go bump in the night...
 

Last night was hot and intense. And I'm quite sure of it, nay, extremely sure this had to do with some of my liquid courage.
 

No.
 

I retracted. Of course I was drunk in lust for his touch. After all, I had only one drink. It was definitely drunk in lust.
 

Just thinking about it at dawn, my panties dampened with the ferocity of a Trojan racehorse, up and ready to go, ready to run full speed ahead again.
 

But oh the light that the morning sun brings. Morning after panic was becoming a new theme. My eyes slowly danced his way. I was in bed. I was in Atticus Branch the Third’s bed and he once again made my body feel pleasure that should be illegal. Like heroin, it was dangerous and addictive. Once you received pleasure like that, nothing would ever compare. He was ruining me!
 

Feeling panic surface, I quietly let my bare feet touch the floor as I dressed myself from clothes in the drawer. I found leggings and an oversized gray shoulder soft blouse with the Chanel Number 5 perfume box on the design. It was super cute! But I would have to admire it outside the door. If could get there without awaking him.
 

I held my breath and turned to see him peacefully passed out into dreamland. His long locks fell across his eyes. God, he was beautiful! I had to make myself leave as I tiptoed out the door, ever so careful and praying not to wake him. I didn't want to possibly face any regret or possible talks of "this isn't working," although it was crystal clear to me that many, many things were working just fine!
 

I walked down the hallway wondering where to go. I came to the end of one hallway only to see two more possible turns. Left or right? That's when I caught the sight
across the courtyard: Lacey in what appeared to be a kitchen. I had no idea how to get there except through a door on the side. Feeling fearful trepidation of an alarm sounding, I slowly opened it, praying once again not to awaken the entire mansion. God sure was hearing a lot from me these days!
 

I let out another sigh of relief that no sounds were heard. Chilling winds burned my skin. It was freaking cold. Chill your bones cold. Gray clouds hung in the sky, promises of a storm to come.
 

I dashed across the courtyard like a woman on a mission. Get to the door fast! Lacey's face through the windows shone as bright as the morning sun itself.
 

"Hey silly girl! It's freezing out there! Where's your jacket! Oh my word!"
 

I shivered as I found warmth in the heated kitchen.
 

“Let me get you some coffee stat to warm you up! Poor thing! I know this place is pretty large. I’m glad you saw me!” Her light laugh warmed my coldness.
 

My hands warmed up my arms as my eyes caught a glimpse of the time in an oversized large round wooden clock. It was 7am.
 

It was only 7am but all I could think about was the fact that tomorrow was coming, and that meant the grand revealing. My stomach somersaulted like it did whenever I stood up on a tall height.
 

But Lacey, she was truly a breath of fresh air. Her golden locks shone like an iridescent aura around her, one of lightness, sweetness, and innocence. She was young, yes, and that’s how a lot of young people are, sure. But she also possessed the type of naivety where one still believed in the goodness of people, who probably still gave money to homeless people when she saw them, and who didn’t turn a blind eye to a stray animal.
 

She reminded me of Goldilocks locked away in a tall tower from society. I’m sure being kept away from the cruel world kept her light bright. I’m sure it had to do something with it. Her innocence was a stark contrast to my life and what I had to endure. But I didn’t judge her, nor was I jealous. I truly just felt like I was getting to know someone, to witness someone who had a special gift that not many possessed from her sheltering, background, and lavish elite upbringing.  
 

There was a delicateness about her that reminded me of a very fine piece of china,
or a rose gold necklace with a dainty chain. So beautiful to look at, yet almost so afraid to touch in fear it might break. But her warmness took that concern away.
 

Even still, something told me there were deeper parts of her that perhaps she held locked away as well, like we all do. I was determined to figure it out.
 

“Haha, I get that a lot. Gosh, your hair is so pretty!” Her blonde hair was long, thick, and shiny, the type of hair many women pay bundles of money to achieve via hair extensions. She was breathtaking.
 

“Aw, thank you. You’re a doll.” She accepted my compliment graciously with the enthusiasm and kindness of a Disney character; so full of life and lightness.
 

“Well, it’s the truth.”
 

You have very nice hair, yourself,” she offered. “I hear that when you’re pregnant, that your hair is like amazing. You’ll see.”
 

I bit the inside of my cheek still feeling like I was going to be caught at any given minute in my lie. I had agreed to this whole thing, but didn’t count on feeling so damn nervous about lying.
 

“You’re up early.” She opened a cabinet door and got a coffee mug out. “Considering the party went pretty late. And don’t you pregnant women need like fifteen hours of sleep or something?” She smiled, half teasing, I could tell.
 

To be honest, I really had no idea! I needed to brush up on my copy of
What to Expect When You’re Expecting
. I really needed to do my homework if this was going to be for real. I couldn’t just smile and nod, and fake-grow my belly. I needed to get my head in the game, fast.
 

“Yeah, it’s the um…”
 

“Baby kicking you? Making it uncomfortable to sleep?”
 

“Exactly. Well, I mean,” Crap, did babies kick that early and she knew? My mouth must have been hanging open.
 

“Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me. Atticus told me yesterday.” She smiled a small, trusting smile.
 

“Oh, thanks.” I let out a little sigh. “It’s just all the newness of everything. You know? And meeting technically a new family.”
 

“I totally get it. Would you like some more coffee?”
 

“Yes please.”
 

Atticus had told me earlier to make myself at home. So I did. I was able to enjoy a cup of coffee an hour ago. Afterward, I caught the sunrise and enjoyed some quiet time to think, be grateful, and find my centering calm before the crazy circus was to begin.
 

Lacey had the grace of a hummingbird floating about the kitchen. And in all honesty, she did not have the battiness expected of one with the worth of billions.
 

“I really like you and my brother together. Y’all make a good pair. His face lights up around you, you know? I mean, of course you know. Y’all made a baby,” she said so innocent and matter-of-factly.
 

My core burned with passion and my cheeks flushed. Did his face really illuminate around me? Oh I wish she hadn’t told me that; this knowledge just complicated things even further.
 

I inhaled a quiet, deep breath. Wow, this was really becoming more intense than I realized.
Especially
after last night. Good god, I couldn’t believe I let him do that to me, go down on me like that but – nevermind. Yes, yes I can, because I wanted it. I wanted him to eat my pussy so badly.
 

Just thinking about how good he made me feel and that neverending orgasm I had made my panties wet all over again. It had been ages since my lips had been kissed like that. And his lips were so sinfully decadent what he did should have been illegal. Whew! Just thinking about it this early made me so hot and
fucking wet
.
 

Damn he made my body go zero to one hundred, so damn fast.
 

“Well, love is so special. I can’t wait to be in love.”
 

“Have you ever been in love?”
 

“Not really. I like, am really shy. I hardly leave this country home. Since my parents died when I was little, I sort of kept to myself and became closer to my racing horses than anything.” She gave me a bashful smile as she revealed her secret.
 

Ah, so that is what it was. Shy to the point of being a hermit. A
beautiful
hermit. One that world needed to see!
 

“Really? But you’re so friendly,” I encouraged. “You have a very pleasant personality.”
 

“Thank you!” Her face lit up and I couldn’t help but to notice she was blessed
with perfect symmetry.
 

“I mean, for real. Have you ever thought about perhaps stepping out a bit and maybe doing a bit of modeling? You definitely have the looks for it. The type of look that many people would kill for or a pay fortune for!”
 

“You know, it’s funny you bring this up. First of all, thank you, like a million! Don’t tell anyone but I mean, it’s sort of a dream of mine to just show up in the city, you know, New York?” She let out a dreamy sigh. “The city that never sleeps, where dreams come true. Where anything is possible. You’re from there, right?”
 

“I am.” Technically I am, though New Yorkers are careful to differentiate Brooklyn. Snobs!