The Billionaire's Kisses: Billionaire Brothers (16 page)

Dylan shook his head wearily. “We should’ve realised something was up, you know. Ivan and Tariq were always cooking up schemes together as kids.”

Tariq and Ivan shared an affectionate smile. Amy could see they’d been through a lot together recently, which had cemented their childhood friendship even further.

Tariq fell serious. “We need to destroy the blueprints and prototype as soon as possible. Under the cover of night. Until then, would anyone like some tea?”

Amy was exhausted after today’s dramas, so Tariq invited her to lie down in the guest room while the brothers continued their reunion. She was delighted when Adam slipped out with her and they were soon kissing on the iron-framed bed – all trace of tiredness forgotten.

“You okay?” Adam asked, between kisses. “That was all pretty intense, huh?”

“I’m fine – I was terrified for a while! But I’m delighted you’ve got your brother back.”

“Me too. Though, right now, I’m happy to be here with my girl.”

Amy chuckled and kissed him hard. The décor of Tariq’s guest room was old fashioned and baroque – probably something his late Persian parents had been responsible for. It was cold and dusty in here, and it reminded Amy of a huge circus tent, with oak beams, heavy gilded furniture, and a massive full-length mirror at the opposite end of the huge double bed.

Adam shuffled up to recline against the iron-slatted headboard as they continued to kiss frantically, so Amy hitched up her skirt and crawled on top of him, feeling her body surge with lust. He gripped her thighs and eased her skirt up to her butt, exposing her panties to the mirror behind.

“Hmm, nice ass, Ms Carter,” he said, glancing at her reflection.

Amy turned to look, too, and she grinned. Seeing herself in the mirror like that shot molten lust between her thighs. It was empowering to see how sexy she was. She’d never realised it before. Adam had brought out her inner beauty and it was now shining through.

She turned back to face him and purred, half-closing her eyes and posing like a supermodel. He chuckled and reached out to unbutton her shirt, then he stripped it down from her shoulders, exposing her bra. Amy rubbed herself against him as she started to get excited. He unhooked her bra and pushed it out the way, then he leaned forward and sucked her nipple. Powerful lust struck her and she gasped. She ground herself over the glorious erection in his trousers, desperate to get her panties off so she could feel him deep inside.

“Patience, naughty little thing,” he said, licking her tits hungrily.

He reached his fingers around and ran them over her ass, then he slid his fingers down inside her panties, easing them into her pussy, making her gasp. He looked away from her breasts and checked their reflection in the mirror behind her. He smiled satisfactorily. Amy felt proud and excited. They were their own porn stars.

Amy reached down to unzip Adam’s flies, then she tugged out his straining erection, which she massaged slowly. Adam’s eyes scrunched up and he exhaled.

“You’re so fucking hot, Amy.”

She leaned over and kissed him. “I want to watch us fucking each other in the mirror.”

Adam grinned and nodded in approval. Amy made a show of dismounting, then – after she’d peeled off her panties – she climbed back on his lap with her back facing him. She lifted her hips and arched her spine, offering him her ass and pussy, and swaying her hips in his face. Feeling like a sensual pussycat, she threw him a smouldering glance over her shoulder, then turned and lowered her face down to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock. It tasted salty, and she licked up the pre-cum, before plunging it into her mouth.

Adam’s strong hands fell around her hips and he pulled her ass towards his face, then ran his tongue inside the opening of her pussy, flicking her clit and darting his tongue into her wetness. She’d never sixty-nined with a guy before, but this erotic – slightly dirty – sensation was fabulous. It was a pleasure to suck Adam’s powerful cock, while he licked her into pleasurable delight from behind.

She glanced at him over her shoulder again. “Feels so good...”

He slapped her on the ass. “Perfect. Your wonderful tush is in my face, I can lick your tight little pussy, and I can watch your lips sucking my cock in the mirror.”

Amy got the hint and turned to take his cock in her mouth again, glancing into the reflection with a sultry gaze. He moved one hand away from her hip and eased his fingers deep inside her wet pussy. She gasped and enjoyed the thrill of seeing her own reactions in the mirror. This was the most sensuous thing she’d ever done, and her pussy strained with a yearning for him thrust her into ecstasy.

She glanced over her shoulder again and shot Adam a smutty smile. “I’m ready to ride you – fancy some reverse cowgirl?”

He slapped her ass firmly, making her gasp. “Such a naughty little cowgirl,” he said. “Ride me hard.”

He guided her hips down towards his waiting hard-on. She lowered herself over him, relishing the thrill of his glorious cock filling her deeply. Adam used his strong hands to grind her in the perfect rhythm, and she leaned her hands on his thighs, sitting up straight, to push herself back and forth. She caught a glimpse of her semi-clad body in the mirror – her breasts were plump with arousal and peeking out from under her undone bra and shirt. Her skirt was pushed up high over her hips, and Adam’s cock was filling her up. She felt trashy, sexy, and powerful. She rode him faster and harder, amazed at her own sexual confidence – this was the woman she’d always wanted to be. In control, having fun, and feeling great.

She continued to move her hips in the sensual rhythm as Adam reached down and gently eased open her butt cheeks to insert the tip of his finger into her rim. She gasped, suddenly feeling completely filled up. She groaned like an animal as the overwhelming pre-orgasm tension gripped her. She floated there for a moment of ecstasy, suspended in time, ready to freefall into oblivion, then Adam spanked her hard on the ass and the orgasm caught. She could sense him craning around to watch them fucking in the mirror, which enhanced her own arousal even further, but she couldn’t keep her own eyes open as the glory overwhelmed her.

The waves of pleasure swept over her and she lost all sense of her surroundings, coming loudly and experiencing the best orgasm she’d ever had. Her world contained nothing but sparkling bliss and filthy lust. She was a powerful lioness, lapping up all the treasures that nature had lovingly supplied. She skimmed along on the crest of the wave of delight for what seemed like an eternity, but the intensity gradually faded – as it always did – and she slowly drifted back to the room, to find Adam gazing at her in the mirror. He was grinning with adulation. Amy caught sight of her own rosy cheeks and peaceful expression in the reflection and laughed.

He chuckled, too. “You’re fucking hot, Amy Carter. And I fucking love you.”

Amy froze. Did he just say
that
? She didn’t dare ask, so she threw him a grin, then eased his cock out from inside of her, and wriggled around to snuggle into his waiting arms. They grinned into each other’s eyes and he squeezed her tight.

“That was amazing,” Amy said. “I’ve never experienced anything like it.”

Adam kissed her tenderly on the forehead. “The same could be said for
you
.”

Amy smiled and allowed herself to believe him. Contentment flowed inside her, as they lay there together in the fading light, feeling fuzzy and warm. They both drifted into a light sleep, snoozing in each other’s arms, until Ivan came and awoke them.

It was time to destroy the prototype.

Adam tried to act cool as he swiped his out-of-hours security pass over the door pad, and led Dylan, Tariq, Ivan, and Amy into the dimly-lit foyer of the Quinlan Brothers building. There was only ever one night-time security guard on duty, so it should be easy to gain access to their suite. Not that they were doing anything wrong – it was after all
their
office. So why was Adam feeling nervous?

But he knew his nerves weren’t really due to this shady undercover operation. The world had changed in a flash, and Adam had changed with it. Ivan was alive, and Adam was in love! A week ago, he never would’ve expected either of those scenarios to be true. But here he was, breaking into his own office in the dead of night, accompanied by his
two
older brothers, a man whom he’d recently fantasised about throttling, and the woman who’d captured his heart.

Adam swaggered over to the uniformed guard, who was sitting quite low down behind his huge desk. The others hung back and tried to hide Ivan, just in case anyone recognised him. It was risky for him to walk around in public like this – the Saudis could be lurking – but he’d been resolute that he needed to witness this. He and Tariq had argued boisterously about it just before they’d left, and Adam now understood just how much Tariq cared for Ivan. There was a deep love and respect between them, and their whole crazy plan had centred around keeping them both alive.

Adam rested his hands on the front of the guard’s desk. “Hi, Bob. These are a couple of people… clients that Dylan and I wanted to show around the office. Okay we if just go straight up?”

Bob glanced over. He lowered his voice. “Isn’t that Tariq Shard, Mr Quinlan? We’ve had strict instructions not to allow him access.”

“Yeah, that’s correct, Bob, and well recognised. But actually, Mr Shard
will
be doing business with us after all.”

Bob shrugged. “Well, I guess it’s up to you who you take up, sir.”

“Thanks, Bob.” Adam spun to face the others, who looked as if they were about to commit a heinous crime. “Okay, everyone, this way.”

They travelled up in the elevator in silence, then tramped through the dark suite towards Dylan’s office. Adam felt like a burglar – which was actually quite exciting. He held Amy’s hand and realised that she was trembling slightly; the adrenaline of this situation was obviously getting the better of her, too.

They all gathered around Dylan’s desk as Dylan opened his safe and pulled out the USB sticks and three DVDs that Ivan had brought here on the day he’d died.

Not that he
had
. Adam put his arm around Amy and pulled her close. He never wanted to feel loss like that again. He was struck with an overwhelming desire to protect her from the harms of this cruel world. And his brothers, too. He gazed at Ivan; he looked tired and desolate.

“You sure you wanna do this?” Adam asked. “After everything you’ve worked on?”

“We must destroy everything,” Tariq said. “Think of the harm…”

He trailed off and shook his head, clearly feeling as devastated as Ivan about what they were about to do.

“What shall we do with them, then?” Adam asked. “Start a fire?”

Tariq shook off his sullen mood and grabbed the metal waste-paper bin from under Dylan’s desk. “Good idea. Throw everything in here.”

Adam reached down and slid the USB sticks and DVDs across the desk and into the waiting bin.

“What about the prototype?” Dylan asked.

“Oh yeah.” Adam glanced up at Amy. “Really sorry, babe, but I’m gonna need that pendant back.”

She frowned, then fingered it as it hung around her neck. “Why?”

“It’s the prototype.” Ivan said, with a gentle smile.

Amy’s beautiful mouth fell open. “What?”

Adam leaned over and kissed her, suddenly not caring about their audience. “I’m sorry. I knew you’d take good care of it for us.”

She stared at it in awe. “
This
is a perpetual motion engine?”

Adam shrugged. “Yeah. Or least, I think so. Right, Ivan?”

“It’s part of it. The bit we managed to build. Your company was poised to build the rest of it.”

Still in shock, Amy reached up and unhooked the clasp of the chain, then she handed the pendant to Adam. They shared a tender smile. Her eyes were so full of lightness and love now, so different to the hard woman he’d met a week ago. They’d been good for each other in their own way.

Adam kissed her on the forehead, then turned and dropped the pendant into the bin, which was now standing on the desk like a lamb for the slaughter. Dylan grabbed a few sheets of paper and a lighter, then he lit the paper and dropped it into the bin. Adam watched as the yellow and red flames consumed the flimsy plastic with crackles and screeches, releasing Ivan and Tariq’s hard work into the air in the form of thick grey smoke. Adam felt as if they were witnessing the death of what might’ve been. The perpetual motion engine had the potential to do so much good; yet so much harm. Adam bowed his head and tried to ignore the raw emotion that was emanating between Ivan and Tariq at the loss of their creation.

He looked up again as he realised that Dylan was now climbing up on his desk. He reached up to the ceiling, as if he was about to change a lightbulb, but actually he started to tamper with the smoke detector – disabling it to prevent it from revealing what they were up to in here.

Adam’s compulsion to make a joke overrode his ‘serious’ filter. “Don’t try that at home, huh?”

Dylan snorted politely as he always did at Adam’s stupid jokes. Dylan was so practical – and Ivan, too. If you needed any home improvements doing, Ivan and Dylan were the ones to ask. They’d spent hours as kids dismantling and repairing an old Buick of their dad’s. They were good with their hands. Women all over the city would testify to that…

Dylan spoke coolly as he dismantled the detector. “Did you say you were gonna fake your suicide, Tariq? In case the Saudis come after you?”

“I guess I should. I mean, even though we’re destroying all this today, the knowledge of the project is still stored in mine and Ivan’s heads. We could be tortured to give it up.”

“We’ll help if we can,” Adam said. “Where will you go?”

“I guess California. My young cousin lives there, and I know she’ll put me up.” He raised an eyebrow at Ivan. “But Ivan won’t be invited again.”

Ivan chuckled. “Yep, the only time we’ve ever fallen out was when I got the hots for Tariq’s little cousin.”

“You got a cousin in America, Tariq?” Dylan asked, hopping down off the desk.

“He has,” Ivan said. “Samira. She moved here from Iran last year, thanks to Tariq’s citizenship. Remember me and Tariq went to California to get outta New York a couple of months ago?”

“Yeah, sure,” Dylan said. “I met Samira, remember? But you didn’t mention she was Tariq’s cousin.”

“No. I couldn’t talk about it – I was pretty heartbroken to be honest.”

Dylan scoffed. “Heartbroken? What the
hell’s
got into my brothers?”

Adam grinned. “We’re falling in love around your ears, Dylan.”

Ivan chuckled affectionately. “Yep. Well, for me and Samira it was lust at first sight, but Tariq was like ‘stay away’.”

Tariq’s expression remained severe. “It was too dangerous for you two to be together. I didn’t want her getting hurt. Besides, I know how you Quinlan boys can be.”

Adam draped his arm around Amy and pulled her close. “Not all of us.”

Amy grinned into his eyes and they kissed.

Ivan gazed into the red and yellow flames that were hungrily devouring his and Tariq’s precious work. “Samira sure is a fine woman. I know you don’t approve, Tariq, but I hope one day… when she’s finished college.”

Adam’s jaw dropped. “College? Ivan, how old
is
this woman?”

He winced. “About ten years younger than me. At Tariq’s request we severed all contact. But I love her, Tariq. You know that, right? I respect that you want to protect her from the Saudis. But I won’t just let her go. I can’t.”

“I told her you were dead,” Tariq said bluntly.

Ivan glared at his friend. Then he coolly replied, “Well, after all this crazy stuff is over, I’ll find her. I’ll tell her I love her. We
will
be together.”

“This sounds like a romantic story I’d love to hear,” Amy said, cringing.

Tariq shook his head despairingly. “Let’s get back to the task in hand for now. Perhaps Ivan will tell you the details another time. Preferably when I’m not around.”

“I can’t help it that I fell in love,” Ivan said.

“I’m never falling in love,” Dylan said. “I’ll be a bachelor forever. I’d put money on that.”

Adam raised a playful eyebrow. “Oh yeah? How much?”

Dylan balked. “What?”

“How much to say you won’t fall in love in the next year.”

“Bullshit – I know I won’t.”

“Alright. Let’s say ten grand?”

“Fine. Ten grand says I won’t meet a woman who can turn me onto love. It’s not gonna happen Adam – I can tell you that now.”

“We’ll see,” Adam said. He smirked at Amy. “Now, come on, let’s make sure this stuff’s destroyed and get home. I need to show the love of
my
life just how much she means to me!”